Sara Orwig - The Forbidden Texan

She felt ridiculous and wished she could have passed off her response as nothing, but she couldn’t. She had never had reactions like that to a man she didn’t know. And she didn’t want to start with Jake. He was a Ralston. The last person she wanted to have a fiery attraction to.

She hurried away, crossing the hall to a great room that held a huge marble fireplace. Here again, the furniture was covered with sheets. From what he’d told her, she had expected to find a wreck of a house. Instead, it looked solid and soundly built.

She entered a ballroom-sized dining room with a huge table covered by canvas that draped over the chairs. She lifted a corner and looked at an elaborately carved table and chairs with faded antique satin striped upholstery. She wasn’t particularly happy to see some fine furniture because it meant working with him longer. If it had all been ruined and ready to dispose of, the job would have been over quickly.

She left the dining room and moved to a large kitchen. The kitchen was the room that needed to be replaced. Everything was old, with out-of-date appliances and a chipped, rusted sink, but the room itself was big and could be updated easily. The real question might turn out to be how important the house was to Jake. What did he ultimately want since this was now his ranch?

A sunroom stretched across the back of the house. There she found what she had expected throughout the house—worn, broken chairs, overturned tables, nothing worth saving. The whole room needed to be gutted and the furniture dumped.

When Emily met Jake in the hall, he shook his head. “This is going to take some work. I don’t think we need to look upstairs. There’s enough here to know we have a job ahead of us. I went through the library, the study that’s under years of dust and had more locked cabinets. I went through an office with locked files, a locked desk, a locked closet. One good thing—there are three big downstairs bedrooms, each with its own bath. Can you get started right away on getting new furniture for two of those bedrooms and something for the windows? It can all be temporary, just so we have a clean place to stay.”

“Yes, I will.”

“I want an office I can work in with a desk, a file cabinet, a long table and a place for three computers and screens. You’ll need an office, too, so you’ll have to furnish it however you like. Get a sofa and a couple of chairs and about four big-screen televisions, so we have one in each room we’ll be living in.”

She took out her tablet and jotted notes while he talked.

“We’ll have meals sent up from the cook and maybe work out some kind of delivery from that little café in Flat Hill, so we’ll need a table where we can eat. Or maybe we can use the big table in the dining room. I peeked into that kitchen. It’s got to go. It’s the biggest disaster in the house so far.”

“I agree.” As she finished jotting notes, she was only half thinking about her writing. She was aware of Jake standing inches away.

“I’ll give you a credit card for the furniture. Just have the pieces sent out here. I’ll tell Rum.”

“Sure. I’ll be glad to. Give me a limit you want to spend.”

“No limit. Use your judgment. Just get something several notches above nice. I want to be comfortable and frankly, I’m not worried about the cost. I want comfort and a place I don’t mind living in.”

She nodded. “I’ll get everything with the agreement they have to take it back if it doesn’t suit you. I can send you pictures—”

“No,” he interrupted, shaking his head and looking amused. “I don’t want to make furniture decisions. I don’t care. You do it and put it on my bill.”

“It really might help if we could go by your Dallas home and I can see what style of furniture you like. Would that be possible?” she asked, aware of inviting herself to his Dallas home.

“Sure, we can. I have a condo. I think we might as well go back to Dallas now. I don’t want to work in this dirt and dust. You get that cleaning crew out here and some furniture bought and delivered, and we’ll come back. We can make plans on the plane.”

“Before we go, I need to get the measurements of where I’m putting furniture so I’ll have an idea about how much room I’ll have.”

“Sure. I’ll help.”

All the time she walked with him down the wide hall, she couldn’t stop the intense awareness of him so close beside her.

“This may be a big job,” she said, trying to focus on the job instead of the man. While she thought about the amount of work this house might demand, she couldn’t keep from worrying about working side by side with Jake. She was already too aware of him walking close beside her. Would they continue to have that chemistry bubbling between them?

They walked into the first bedroom and she got out her metal tape measure. Jake intended to have bedroom suites built upstairs, but for the time being they’d be staying in these first-floor rooms.

He held out his hand. “Give me the end of the tape.” She did and he walked to the corner while she wrote down the measurement.

She pressed the button for the tape to roll up and then Jake took it from her to measure the next wall. Within minutes they had two bedrooms done and moved on to measure the library and the study. As they worked together, their hands brushed lightly, just feathery touches, yet she was intensely aware of each contact. How could she not be, when each of them fanned the flames of desire burning inside her? More than anything she wanted to finish and head home. She snapped shut her measuring tape. “There. It’s done—” She turned and bumped into him. He caught her upper arms to steady her but didn’t let her go. They stood there, looking into each other’s eyes, and she couldn’t move.

While longing intensified, her gaze lowered to his mouth. Seconds passed and then she looked up at him again.

He was going to kiss her.

She knew that with every fiber of her being. Just as she knew she should stop him. But her breath wouldn’t come and her heart thudded violently as he slipped his arm around her waist and leaned down. Closer. And closer.

And with his lips a breath away, caution was the last thing on her mind.

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