Cathy Thacker - The Gentleman Rancher

Taylor shot him a quick, reproving glance. “Well, you’re never going to get there if you keep going at the rate you’ve been! You’re going to have to live here.”

She wasn’t kidding. “Without working plumbing or central air?”

Her frown softened and faded behind a slow smile. “I’m guessing you have the means to take care of both pretty promptly if you want to. I saw the electric wires running onto the ranch, so I know it wouldn’t be that big a deal to get the power going. I’m serious, Jeremy. If you want to make this dream come true, you’re going to have to work on it every single day, not just when the mood strikes.”

“Not so easy. I’m a doctor with a full medical practice.”

She shrugged. “Then hire it done, bit by bit.”

He dug in stubbornly. “I want to do it myself.”

She scoffed. “Sounds like procrastination to me.”

Procrastination was exactly what it was. The thing was, the way he was taking his time wasn’t bothering him near as much as it was everyone else in his life. His hands still thrust in the pockets of his trousers, he strode closer. “Suppose I’m content to bide my time? What then?”

She stepped nearer and taunted softly, “Then I would think you are afraid.”

Like hell he was. He met her challenge. “Of what?”

Complacency echoed in her low tone. “Failure.”

He shook his head at her. “I’m not a failure.”

“Maybe not as a physician,” she allowed, coming closer yet. She tipped her head back to better see into his face. She tapped a teasing finger against the center of his chest. “I can’t say the same about your nesting skills.”

He caught her hand before she could steal it away again, held it there. “Nesting is for women.”

He felt her resistance, even though she made no move to pull away. “Everyone needs a home, Jeremy.”

He mocked her. “Says the person without a place to go right now.”

This time, she did withdraw her hand from his easy grip. “I don’t have a permanent residence because I gave up the house I was renting in Virginia, to move to Los Angeles. I was thinking I might like to buy a place there, but I changed my mind after living there.”

Okay, maybe that was half the story.… “Too expensive?” he guessed.

“Too superficial. At least the part of Los Angeles I was in.”

He saw the vulnerability in her expression he knew she wanted to hide, and wished he had some way to protect her, without overstepping his bounds. “Was that the only reason you left in a hurry?”

She lifted the hair from the back of her neck and stepped outside. “Back to that again.”

He joined her on the patio, glad the heat of the sun was finally starting to lessen. He watched her take an elastic band from her wrist and use it to secure her glossy mane in a ponytail high on the back of her head. “I still think you’re running from something,” he said.

Taylor made a face at him. “Says the person who is afraid to put in a working septic system and central AC.”

“Okay,” Jeremy countered, before he could think. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll get that done. I’ll get this place move-in-ready. If you will agree to go out with me.”

TAYLOR FELT LIKE ONE of those bottom-weighted plastic clowns that took a punch and swung right back up. “Go out with you?” she echoed, before she could stop herself.

“As in date me. And don’t look so surprised. You can’t tell me you haven’t felt some serious vibes between us, too.”

Okay, so she had. But that did not mean she had to abandon all common sense and behave recklessly. The practical side of her was saying she was not signing up to get her heart crushed by him again. It had been bad enough, feeling like they had disappointed each other when they had just been pals.

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