Diana Palmer - Lacy

“You read too many of those outrageous novels,” Katy chided, giggling as the old woman shifted uncomfortably and averted her eyes. “You know very well that Cole’s immune to women. If he wasn’t, he’d have married long ago. He never was around girls very much. It was always business.”

“Had to be, didn’t it?” Cassie defended him. “After Mr. Bart died, weren’t nobody else to take care of his place. Ben were too young, and Miss Marion never had no business head.”

“Thank God Cole did, or we’d all be out looking for work.” Katy stretched, shuddering as the movement hurt her head. “I never should have had that third drink,” she moaned, holding her forehead in both hands.

“Mr. Turk had words with that young man who brung you home last night,” Cassie volunteered suddenly.

Katy’s heart jumped, but she didn’t look up immediately. Her big green eyes widened. “Turk did?”

Cassie smiled. Katy was only twenty-one; every single emotion showed on her face. Cassie had always known how she felt about Turk, but it wouldn’t do to encourage her. Cole wouldn’t stand for it. He’d already made that clear.

“Mr. Cole told him to watch out for you,” the old woman said.

Katy glowered. “I don’t need watching.”

“Yes, ma’am, you do,” came the hot reply. “Carousing all hours, drinking in public, cussing like a sailor…You’re shaming us all! Your poor mama won’t even go to her bridge club because she’s so afraid somebody will say something about you to her!”

The younger woman sat up straighter. “Well, Danny Marlone doesn’t think I shame him,” she replied, hiding her sudden vulnerability to her mother’s pride in blustering.

“He’s a gangster!” Cassie was off and running now, her eyes huge in her face. “Yes, he is—One of them Chicago mobsters, right down to that striped suit he wears and them fancy cigars he smokes and that big fedora! He’s not the man for you! He’s leading you off into hell!”

Katy sighed wearily. “Danny’s a nice man. He’s just a northerner, and that’s why you don’t like him. I like him a lot. He’s good to me. He buys me things,” she added, touching the diamond necklace he’d given her just last night. She smiled. “He’s very generous.”

Cassie’s eyes narrowed. “And what you giving him in return, girl?”

Katy actually blushed. “Not…that!” she burst out, sitting straighter and then groaning when it hurt her head. “I’m not sleeping with him!”

“Maybe he’ll expect you to, what with presents like that,” Cassie replied gruffly. She turned and went to the door. “Miss Marion has rode into Floresville with Mrs. Harrison to get her hair fixed, on account of Mr. Ben ain’t brought her runabout home yet. She say she be back about noon. Which it nearly is.”

She closed the door with a bang, and Katy glared at it. Danny was not a gangster. Not really. He might have done a few shady things, and he did run a speakeasy in the Windy City. But he was slick and Italian and handsome, and she liked being seen with him. She especially liked having Turk see her with him. Because she knew the foreman didn’t like it, and that made her blood sing.

Damn Turk! she thought, dashing aside the covers, headache and all, to get to her feet. Damn him! Letting Cole order him around, heeding that warning to keep his hands off the boss’s sister! She’d gone right through the roof when Ben had told her that. He’d overheard a hot argument between Turk and Cole, with Cole coming out on top, as usual. Turk had added that he liked women, not little girls, and that he didn’t have any interest in young Katy in the first place! Oh, how that had cut. It had cut her young heart to shreds. She’d been avoiding Turk ever since, and when she’d gone to that party in San Antonio and met Danny Marlone, she’d encouraged him like crazy. For the first time, she’d used her femininity to attract a man. It didn’t help that she began to wonder if it might even work on Turk. It was too late now. Cole had seen to that.

Sometimes she hated her big brother’s tyranny. Cole had been like this as long as Katy could remember. Always in charge, always throwing out orders. Ben had worshipped him for a long time, although her baby brother was beginning to lose that enchantment as he aged. But Lacy…Oh, poor Lacy. The older woman would wear her poor heart out on Cole’s utter indifference, and Katy could have cried for her friend. Cole had been quieter since Lacy’d left. Almost lonely, if the iron man ever got lonely. At any rate, he was working himself to death. And when Marion had asked him to stop and see Lacy, he didn’t even protest. Maybe he missed her. Katy grinned impishly. That would be something—to have her indomitable older brother actually fall in love. Cassie could be right; he might feel something. But he had a lot of practice at hiding his emotions. Especially since the war.

She tugged on a blue polka-dotted little frock with a swingy skirt and puffy sleeves that gave her a baby-doll look. She left her hair long and tied it back with a bright blue ribbon. Not bad, she told her reflection in the mirror. Not bad at all. She lifted her hair. Maybe she’d have it cut, like Lacy’s. She liked Lacy’s hair. She liked Lacy.

Her thin brows drew together as she thought about her best friend in San Antonio. She’d visited Lacy once or twice in the past month, once to go to a party. Odd, it didn’t seem like Lacy to have a houseful of people and all that booze. Katy had always been the flashier of the two girls, always out for adventure and excitement, the wilder the better. It had been Lacy who was quiet and dry-witted, bubbly only with people who knew her well. That Lacy wouldn’t have liked wild parties. But Cole had changed her. His constant indifference and neglect had done something terrible to her friend. It had aged her. Ben and his stupid plotting! If only he’d stopped to think what he was doing. Locking them in a boarded-up line cabin that not even Cole’s fabulous strength could break them out of. She shook her head. Ben should have realized that Lacy wasn’t for him. And there was little Faye Cameron, who worshipped him from afar, hanging on his every word. But Ben had no time for that tomboyish child with her soft blond hair and big blue eyes, despite the fact that most of the boys on the ranch adored her. Ben thought her young and frivolous and not nearly sophisticated enough for a fledgling famous writer such as himself.

Well, poor little Faye would have to fight for her own ground; Katy didn’t have time. She was expecting Danny later in the day, and she knew he was going to ask her to go back to Chicago with him. She wasn’t sure what she was going to say. He had to leave the following morning. His business in San Antonio was over, and it hadn’t included an impromptu meeting with a young Texas lady at a local party that had led to a week of frantic dating.

What would Turk say if she agreed to go with Danny? The question intrigued her. She knew very well what her brother would say and do. And it would be prudent to leave before he returned from San Antonio if she wanted to go through with it. But first she wanted to see Turk. She wanted to see his face when she told him.

He was down at the corral, tossing out orders to a few cowhands on horseback. Katy’s green eyes adored his tall, muscular body as he stood with his back to her, his deep voice faintly raised as he spoke. His hair was blondish brown, sun-bleached and thick and straight. His face was handsome enough, with strong lines and a mouth she’d dreamed of kissing. He had big, rough-looking hands and equally big feet, and her heart went crazy just looking at him.

The cowboys turned their mounts and rode off. Turk stared after them, his wide-brimmed straw hat pushed to the back of his head, his jeans close-fitting, sensuously clinging to his long, powerful legs above booted feet.