Kay Thorpe - The Rancher's Mistress

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Scandals! Have you heard the latest? Don't tell anyone, but… . As far as Cal Forrester is concerned, Alexandra Sherwood is one step away from being a loose woman. It doesn't seem to stop him wanting her, though! Because she's a model, he seems to think that she's fair game for anyone wanting a temporary mistress. Well, Alexandra has got news for him - he's tempting, but not that tempting!Alex hasn't come to Wyoming to bed a cowboy… but to escape a scandal! But how long will it take Cal Forrester to discover the truth? That far from being merely a woman of questionable means, Alexandra Sherwood is downright notorious!

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Judging from the way some of the other women reacted to him, she wasn’t on her own in finding him pretty electrifying either. Probably as much to do with what he did for a living as his general appearance. There was something inherently alluring about cowboys—even modern-day ones.

Greg hadn’t exaggerated about the food. It left little to be desired either in quantity or quality. Alex had never seen steaks as big or in such profusion, never eaten chicken that tasted the way this did. The vegetables were home-grown, with three varieties of potato alone. She had no room left for the banana cream pie or fruit cobbler that followed.

The whole party adjourned to the veranda for coffee afterwards, leaving the two women who had served up the meal to clear away. Darkness was coming down fast, the stars already twinkling in a sky of grey velvet. The jet lag Alex had been conscious of earlier seemed to have dissipated. She felt exhilarated, eager for the morrow when she could maybe start doing some of the things she yearned to do. With staff on hand to take care of the general housework and cooking there was obviously no need of help in that direction, which left her free to apply herself in others. All she had to do was prove herself capable.

Cal was seated nearby. One leg lifted carelessly over the other knee, hands linked behind his head, he looked surprisingly relaxed. Surprising because Alex hadn’t imagined him the type to spend an evening lazing around with the guests. He had hardly spoken a word to her during supper. Not that he’d had very much opportunity, she supposed, considering the way the woman who had seated herself on his other side had monopolised his attention.

She stole a glance at him, feeling a sudden frisson down her spine as the grey eyes turned unexpectedly her way.

‘You must be finding this very dull compared with what you’d normally be doing of an evening,’ he commented.

‘Not in the least,’ she denied. ‘I like to get up early, so I’m very rarely late out of bed.’

There was mockery in the slant of his mouth. ‘Always alone?’

Alex looked back at him steadily. ‘I don’t really think that concerns you.’

‘You’re right,’ he agreed, ‘but it interests me. The way you look, you certainly can’t be short of men in your life.’

‘The way I look generally attracts the wrong kind of men,’ she said.

Dark brows lifted. ‘What would you consider the right kind?’

‘Those with a little more to them than an inflated income and an ego to match,’ she retorted smartly. ‘Money can’t buy everything.’

‘It can go a long way.’ He ran a reminiscent gaze down the slender length of her body, returning to view her flushed cheeks and sparking eyes with a smile that made her want to kick him. ‘Why are you really here, Alex?’

The question took her by surprise. It was an effort to keep her voice even. ‘I’d have thought that was obvious.’

‘Don’t bother feeding me any “had to see big brother again” line. You neither of you come across as pining from lack of contact.’

‘Perhaps because we’re English, and the English don’t parade their emotions. If I’d realised I was unwelcome,’ she added tautly, ‘I certainly wouldn’t have come!’

Cal shook his head. ‘I didn’t say you were unwelcome, only that I doubted if the chance of seeing Greg again would be enough to bring you all the way out here. Hardly your scene, is it?’

‘You’ve no idea what my scene might be!’

‘I know what it isn’t. You’re as out of place on the Lazy Y as I would be in front of a camera!’

The way his chair was angled she was, to a certain extent, boxed into a corner, anything he said to her unlikely to be overheard above the general chatter. Done purposely? she wondered.

‘If you’re so perceptive,’ she challenged, ‘perhaps you’d like to take a guess at what other motive I might have had!’

‘Running away from something, maybe.’

Her breath caught in her throat. He couldn’t know, she reassured herself swiftly. The story was hardly of world interest. She conjured a laugh, hearing the brittle edge. ‘And there I was congratulating myself on having committed the perfect crime!’

‘Or someone,’ he continued, as though she hadn’t spoken. He gave her no time to form a response. ‘What do you plan on doing with yourself while you are here? Your brother’s going to be pretty busy.’

‘Real or manufactured jobs?’ Alex regretted the question the moment it was out, seeing the grey eyes suddenly harden, but it was too late to retract it. She made an effort to modify it instead. ‘You seem to have been piling on the pressure a bit hard.’

‘Been complaining, has he?’

‘Not in so many words. More an impression I gathered.’

‘You’ve been here all of three hours. You think that time enough to start making snap judgements?’

‘I don’t need to read a whole book to get an idea of the plot,’ she countered, abandoning the pacification. ‘I think you’re probably giving Greg the run-around in the hope of showing him in his true colours—or what you consider his true colours. He’s not the kind of husband you’d have chosen for Margot, is he?’

The hands had come down from behind the dark head, now, to rest on the arms of his chair, fingers curving the edge of the wood. Strong fingers, accustomed to controlling mettlesome horseflesh—among other things.

‘If we’re going in for plain speaking, no, he isn’t,’ came the blunt agreement. ‘If she had to marry anybody this soon it should have been someone she knew something about.’

‘Someone you already had in mind yourself, by any chance?’

‘Someone she had in mind before meeting up with that brother of yours!’

Blue eyes clashed with grey, holding fast through sheer effort of will. ‘Obviously not in any serious sense. If she’s old enough to be married at all, she’s old enough to make her own decisions.’

His lip curled. ‘I guess you’ve been making yours most of your life!’

‘Only since I realised it was my life.’

‘Never made any mistakes?’

‘Nothing radical.’ It was a long way from the truth, but Alex was in no mood for ethical debate with herself. ‘Anyway, it isn’t me we’re talking about.’

They were drawing attention, she realised, catching a couple of speculative glances. Her smile was purely for effect. ‘I think we’d better leave it at that.’

Cal inclined his head. ‘For now.’ He got to his feet in one lithe movement, raising his voice to be heard over the others. ‘Early start for those taking the all-day ride. Anybody not saddled up by six-thirty gets left behind!’

Groans greeted the announcement, though no one seemed seriously perturbed. To Alex, a full-day ride sounded tempting but, having not been on horseback for several weeks, she knew it would be wiser to harden up a little first. The last thing she needed was saddle-soreness.

In any case, she thought wryly, she hadn’t been invited.

Cal went on indoors without a backward glance, leaving her to reflect on her lack of wisdom in calling him out the way she had. She hadn’t set out with that intention. Not consciously, at any rate.

Wise or not, Alex was pretty certain she was right about his motives in putting Greg through the mill. He could even be hoping that, given enough of a hard time, his unwelcome brother-in-law would take off for pastures new. Greg’s motives in marrying Margot might not be all they should be, but, the way she so obviously felt about him, she would be devastated if he did up and leave. That surely had to be taken into account.

Submerged in her thoughts, Alex started when one subject of them dropped into the chair recently vacated.

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