Brenda Jackson - Breaking Bailey's Rules

“She’s the one who’s married to a sheikh, right?” he asked, opening the truck door.

“Jamal was a sheikh. Now he’s king of Tehran. Evidently you’ve done research on the Westmorelands, so why the need to visit us?”

He held her gaze over the top of the truck. “You have a problem with me being here, Bailey?”

“Would it matter if I did?”

“Probably not, but I still want to know how you feel about it.”

He watched her nibble her bottom lip as if considering what he’d said. He couldn’t help studying the shape of her mouth and thinking she definitely had a luscious pair of lips.

“I guess it bothers me that the Outlaws think we’d claim them as relatives if they weren’t,” she said, her words breaking into his thoughts.

“You have to understand their position. To them, the story of some woman giving up her child before dying after a train wreck sounds pretty far out there.”

“As far-out as it might sound, that’s what happened. Besides, all it would take is a DNA test to prove whether or not we’re related. That should be easy enough.”

“Personally, I don’t think that’s the issue. I’ve seen photographs of your brothers and cousins and so have the Outlaws. The resemblance can’t be denied. The Westmorelands and the Outlaws favor too much for you not to be kin.”

“Then, what is the issue and why are you here? If the Outlaws want to acknowledge we’re related but prefer not to have anything to do with us, that’s fine.”

Walker liked her knack for speaking what she thought. “Not all of them feel that way, Bailey. Only Bart.”

“Who’s Bart?” she asked, breaking eye contact with him to get into the truck.

“Bart’s their father,” he answered, getting into the truck, as well. “Bart’s father would have been the baby that was supposedly given to his grandmother, Amelia Outlaw.”

“And Amelia never told any of them the truth about what happened?” Bailey asked, snapping her seat belt around her waist. A waist he couldn’t help notice was pretty small. He could probably wrap his arms around it twice.

He snapped his seat belt on, thinking the truck smelled like her. “Evidently she didn’t tell anyone.”

“I wonder why?”

“She wouldn’t be the first person to keep an adoption a secret, if that’s what actually happened. From what Rico Claiborne said, Clarice knew she was dying and gave her baby to Amelia, who had lost her husband in that same wreck. She probably wanted to put all that behind her and start fresh with her adopted son.”

After she maneuvered out of the parking lot, he decided to change the subject. “So what do you do?”

She glanced over at him. “Don’t you know?”

“It wasn’t on Facebook.”

She chuckled. “I don’t put everything online. And to answer your question, I work for my sister-in-law’s magazine, Simply Irresistible . Ever heard of it?”

“Can’t say that I have. What kind of magazine is it?”

“One for today’s up-and-coming woman. We have articles on health, beauty, fashion and, of course, men.”

He held her gaze when the truck came to a stop. “Why ‘of course’ on men?”

“Because men are so interesting.”

“Are we?”

“Not really. But since some women think so, we have numerous articles about your gender.”

He figured she wanted him to ask what some of those articles were, but he didn’t intend to get caught in that trap. Instead, he asked, “What do you do at the magazine?”

“As of today I’m a features editor. I got promoted.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks.” An easy smile touched her lips, lips that were nice to look at and would probably taste just as nice.

“I find that odd,” he said, deciding to stay focused on their conversation and not her lips.

The vehicle slowed due to traffic and she looked at him. “What do you find odd?”

“That your family owns a billion-dollar company yet you don’t work there.”

* * *

Bailey broke eye contact with Walker. Was he in probing mode? Were her answers going to be scrutinized and reported back to the Outlaws?

Walker’s questions confirmed what she’d told Dillon. Those Outlaws were too paranoid for her taste. As far as she was concerned, kin or no kin, they had crossed the line by sending Walker Rafferty here.

But for now she would do as Dillon had asked and tolerate the man’s presence...and his questions. “There’s really nothing odd about it. There’s no law that says I have to work at my family’s corporation. Besides, I have rules.”

“Rules?”

“Yes,” she said, bringing the truck to a stop for a school bus. She looked over at him. “I’m the youngest in the family and while growing up, my brothers and cousins felt it was their God-given right to stick their noses in my business. A little too much to suit me. They only got worse the older I got. I put up with it at home and couldn’t imagine being around them at the office, too.”

“So you’re not working at your family’s company because you need space?”

“That’s not the only reason,” she informed him before he got any ideas about her and her family not getting along. “I’m not working at Blue Ridge Land Management because I chose a career that had nothing to do with real estate. Although I have my MBA, I also have a degree in journalism, so I work at Simply Irresistible .”

She was getting a little annoyed that she felt the need to explain anything to him. “I’m sure you have a lot of questions about my family and I’m certain Dillon will be happy to answer them. We have nothing to hide.”

“You’re assuming that I think you do.”

“I’m not assuming anything, Walker.”

He didn’t say anything while she resumed driving. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw he’d settled comfortably in the seat and was gazing out the window. “First time in Denver?” she asked.

“Yes. Nice-looking city.”

“I think so.” She wished he didn’t smell so good. The scent of his aftershave was way too nice.

“Earlier you mentioned rules, Bailey.”

“What about them?” She figured most people had some sort of rules they lived by. However, she would be the first to admit that others were probably not as strict about abiding by theirs as she was about abiding by hers. “I’ve discovered it’s best to have rules about what I will do and not do. One of my rules is not to answer a lot of questions, no matter who’s asking. I put that rule in place because of my brother Zane. He’s always been too nosy when it came to me and he has the tendency to take being overprotective to another level.”

“Sounds like a typical big brother.”

“There’s nothing typical about Zane, trust me. He just likes being a pain. Because of him, I had to adopt that rule.”

“Name another rule.”

“Never get serious about anyone who doesn’t love Westmoreland Country as much as I do.”

“Westmoreland Country?”

“It’s the name the locals gave the area where my family lives. It’s beautiful and I don’t plan to leave. Ever.”

“So in other words, the man you marry has to want to live there, too. In Westmoreland Country?”

“Yes, if such a man exists, which I doubt.” Deciding to move the conversation off herself and back onto the Outlaws, she asked, “So how many Outlaws are there?”

“Their father is Bart and he was an only child. He has five sons—Garth, Jess, Cash, Sloan and Maverick—and one daughter, Charm.”

“I understand they own a freight company.”

“They do.”

“All of them work there?”

“Yes. Bart wouldn’t have it any other way. He retired last year and Garth is running things now.”