LITMIR.BIZ

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You’ve spent years living in the past, letting it haunt you. Oh, I don’t pretend to know why,” she said quickly when he began to eye her suspiciously, “but I know a haunted man when I see one. You might try living in the present, C.C. It’s not so bad. Even at calving time. And just think, you have roundup to look forward to,” she added with a wicked grin. “See you.”

      She started out the door without her jacket, so nervous that she’d given herself away that she hardly missed it until the wind hit her.

      “Here, you’ll freeze,” he said suddenly, and came toward her with the jacket in his hand. “Put this on.”

      Unexpectedly he held it for her and didn’t let go even when she was encased in it. He held her back against his chest, both lean hands burning through the sleeves of the coat, his chin on the top of her head.

      “Don’t bruise your heart on me, Pepi,” he said quietly, with such tenderness in his deep voice that her eyes closed instinctively at the tone. “I don’t have anything left to give you.”

      “You’re my friend, C.C.,” she said through her teeth. “I hope I’m yours. That’s all.”

      His hands contracted for a minute. His chest rose and fell heavily. “Good,” he said then, and let her go. “Good. I’m glad that’s all there is to it. I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”

      She opened the door and glanced back, forcing a smile to her lips even though he’d just destroyed all her dreams. “Try some of Charlie’s chili peppers next time you feel like a binge,” she advised. “The top of your head will come off just as fast, but you won’t have a hangover from it.”

      “Get out of here!” he grumbled, glaring at her.

      “If I see Dad, I’ll tell him you’re getting a snack, before you feed the livestock,” she returned, grinning. She closed the door quickly and she heard him curse.

      Her father was already home when she got there. He glared at her from the living room, her mirror image except for his masculinity and white hair.

      “Where have you been?” he demanded.

      “Out counting sheep,” she said innocently.

      “Sheep or one black one named C.C.?”

      She pursed her lips. “Well…”

      He shook his head. “Pepi, if I ever catch him with a bottle, he’s through here, no matter how good a foreman he is,” he said firmly. “He knows the rules.”

      “He was making himself a snack in the bunkhouse,” she said. “I just poked my head in to ask if he’d like some of my…excuse me, your…apple pie.”

      He scowled fiercely. “It’s my pie. I’m not sharing it!”

      “I made two,” she said quickly. “You old reprobate, you’d never fire C.C. You’d shoot yourself first and we both know it, but save your pride and say you’d fire him if it makes you feel better,” she told him as she stripped off her jacket.

      He finished lighting his pipe and glanced at her. “You’ll wear your heart out on him, you know,” he said after a minute.

      Her back stiffened. “Yes. I know.”

      “He’s not what he seems,” he continued.

      She turned, eyeing him warily. “What do you mean?”

      “You tell me.” He stared at the window, where snow was touching the pane under the outside lights. “He drove in here without a past at all. No references. No papers. I gave him a job on the strength of my instinct and his very evident ability with animals and figures. But he’s no more a line-riding cowboy than I am a banker. He’s elegant, C.C. is. And he knows business in an uncommon way for a poor man. You mark my words, girl, there’s more to him than what shows.”

      “He does seem out of place at times,” she had to admit. She couldn’t tell him the rest—that she knew why C.C. was out here on a ranch in the middle of nowhere. But even she hadn’t learned from her involuntary eavesdropping during his delirium why he’d left that shadowy past. He’d come from money and he’d suffered a tragic loss, she knew that, and he was afraid to risk his heart again. That didn’t stop Pepi from risking hers, though. It was far too late for any warning.

      “He could be anything, you know,” he said quietly, “even an escaped convict.”

      “I doubt that.” She grinned. “He’s too honest. Remember when you lost that hundred-dollar bill out in the barn, and C.C. brought it to you? I’ve seen him go out of his way to help other cowboys who were down on their luck. He’s got a temper, but he isn’t cruel with it. He growls and curses and the men get a little amused, but it’s only when he’s fighting mad that they run for the hills. And even then, he’s in complete control. He never seems to lose it.”

      “I’ve noticed that. But a man in that kind of control, all the time, may have a reason,” he reminded her. “There are other men. Don’t take chances.”

      “You old faker,” she muttered. “You’re always pushing me at him.”

      He threw up his hands. “I like him. But I can afford to. You understand what I mean?”

      She grimaced. “I guess so. Okay. I’ll let Brandon take me to the movies, how about that?”

      He made a face. “What a consolation prize,” he grumbled. “The poor man’s a clown. How he ever got through veterinary school is beyond me, with his sense of humor! He’s the kind of man who would show a stuffed cow at a championship cattle show.”

      “My kind of man, all right,” she said fervently, smiling. “He’s uncomplicated.”

      “He’s a wild man,” he countered.

      “I’ll tame him,” she promised. “Now let me get those apple pies finished, okay?”

      “Okay. But I’ll take C.C.’s to him,” he added gently. “I want to see for myself if he’s eating.”

      She stuck her tongue out at him and went to the kitchen, sighing her relief once she was out of sight.

       Chapter 2

      Brandon Hale was a carrot-topped maniac, and in his spare time, he was a veterinarian. Pepi adored him. Probably if her heart hadn’t been appropriated by C.C., she might have married Brandon one day.

      He came by just as Pepi and her father were sitting down to the supper table.

      “Oh, boy, apple pie.” Brandon grinned, staring at the luscious treat Pepi had made. “Hello, Mr. Mathews, how are you?”

      “Hungry,” Ben said shortly. “And don’t eye my apple pie. I’m not sharing it.”

      “But you will, won’t you?” Brandon leaned down. “I mean, considering that you need your new calves inspected and that sick bull treated, and those inoculations given, with roundup on the way…”

      “Damn, boy, that’s hitting below the belt,” Ben groaned.

      “Just one little slice,” Brandon said, “the size of a knife blade…”

      “Oh, all right, sit down.” The older man sighed. “But I hope you know I wouldn’t share it with just anybody. And if you don’t stop coming over here at night without a reason, you’ll have to marry Pepi.”

      “I’d be delighted,” Brandon said, winking at Pepi from his pale blue eyes. “Name the day, honey.”

      “The sixth of July, twenty years from now,” she promised, passing the corn. “I expect to live a little before I settle down.”

      “You’ve already lived twenty-two years,” her father

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