Diana Palmer - Iron Cowboy / Seduced by the Rich Man

“We’ll never catch the perpetrators if we hide in a fortress,” he said. “And we’ve had this damned argument before!”

“Somebody’s getting testy,” she purred. “No pillow talk down there, I guess?”

“What do you want?” he interrupted.

She hesitated. “I wanted to tell you that they’ve tracked three men as far as San Antonio. We’re not sure if they’re connected to the other, or not, but they’re the right nationality.”

“What’s their cover?”

“How should I know?” she muttered.

“I pay you to know everything,” he countered.

“Oh, all right, I’ll ask questions. Honestly, Jared, you’re getting to be a grouch. What’s this girl doing to you?”

“Nothing,” he said tersely. “She’s just a friend.”

“You’re spending a lot of time at the hospital.”

“Neither of us has family,” he said absently. “We decided we’d look after each other if we got sick.”

The pause was heated. “You know I’d take care of you if you got sick! I’d have doctors and nurses all over the place.”

Of course she would, he thought. She’d hire people to care for him, but she wouldn’t do it herself. Max hated illness.

“I’m tired and I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

“I’m flying down there Monday,” she told him. “I’ll bring some contracts for you to look over. Need anything from the big city?”

“Nothing at all. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay. Sleep well.”

“Sure.” He hung up. Max was possessive of him. He hadn’t noticed it before, and he didn’t like it. She was sleek, elegant, aggressive and intelligent. But she did nothing for him physically. He did have occasional liaisons, but never with Max. He hoped she wasn’t going to come down to Texas and upset things. He knew that she wasn’t going to like Sara. Not at all.

Monday morning, Sara was on the mend. Dee had come twice, on Friday night and Sunday afternoon, bearing baskets of flowers and magazines for Sara to read. She absolutely forbade her to come back to work until the end of the next week. That made Sara feel a little better. She knew Dee was shorthanded when she wasn’t there.

Jared had been back to visit, staying for a few minutes at a time, with Tony always in the background. She wondered why he needed a full-time bodyguard. He changed the subject every time she asked.

Dr. Coltrain released her after lunch. She was wheeled out to the hospital entrance, where Jared was waiting in the big black pickup truck. He bent and lifted her like a sack of flour, putting her gently into the passenger seat and belting her in.

She didn’t expect the sudden rush of breath that escaped her lips when he paused in the act of fastening the seat belt and looked straight into her eyes at point-blank range. She felt the world shift ten degrees. His eyes narrowed and dropped to her blouse.

It didn’t take an expert to realize that he saw her heartbeat shaking the fabric and knew that she was attracted to him.

“Well, well,” he murmured in a deep, sultry tone. And he smiled.

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