Tycoon's Temptation: The Truth About the Tycoon / The Tycoon's Lady / HerTexan Tycoon

He didn’t have knobby fingers. They were long, blunt tipped and capable looking. Capable of wielding tools, steering wheels and willing women.

She swallowed and turned back to the stove once more. “I’m glad you’re feeling a little better,” she managed evenly. “Will you be staying in for lunch?”

The back door opened without ceremony, and Wendell trooped in, his binoculars hanging from the long strap around his lanky neck. His orange-andblue-plaid scarf straggled around his serviceable parka, and Hadley felt her nerves tighten up even more when he didn’t so much as lift an eyebrow at Wood’s presence in the kitchen.

Why would he? After all, Hadley ran a boardinghouse. There were plenty of people who were often around. Just because Wood was six-plus feet of palpitation-inspiring masculinity, it didn’t mean diddly to Wendell.

Wendell rounded the counter and bussed Hadley’s cheek. “See you later, dear.”

Her molars ground together and she just stood there, mute, as he bounded through Tiff’s. Even when she heard the front door slam shut, she didn’t move, because if she did, she very much feared she was going to scream her head off.

“Hadley?”

She closed her eyes for a moment. Prayed for sanity. She wasn’t going to be anyone’s old sock. She just wasn’t. “Yes, Wood?”

“Your soup is boiling over.”

She jerked. Looked. “Oh, rats, bats and spiders,”

She muttered as she hurriedly turned off the flame under the pot. The stovetop was a mess. She yanked the pot off and stuck it in the sink, cleaned up the stove, then ladled the soup into the tureen that she’d already set out.

When it was full, she started to lift it, but Wood nudged her hands away. “I’ll get it,” he murmured.

Kindness. More kindnesses. Instead of warming her, it made her want to throw something.

She gathered up the rest of the lunch items and carried them out to the dining room. Arranged it mindlessly, rang the bell and grabbed her coat again.

She went out the back door, stomped around the side of the house, and headed up the street. By the time she made it to Stu’s garage, her temper—rather than being walked out—had only increased.

Her truck was sitting in the lot, hood closed, and she was headed for the office when she saw Evie’s trio of kids playing on the snow drifting up the side of the building.

Her irritation with Stu took a hiatus and she headed over to the kids. She hadn’t seen them at church that morning, either. Not that their absence was particularly unusual. Charlie—to Beau’s dismay—wasn’t a very church-going man. “Hey, guys. What’s up? How’s the arm?”

Alan, the eldest at ten, shrugged. He’d broken his arm before Christmas playing football with some bigger kids. “It itches.”

She nodded sympathetically. Julie and Trev, eight and six respectively, were using a plastic cup to dig holes in the snow. “Your mom inside?”

“Yeah.” Alan leaned against the wall and kicked his foot desultorily back against it. “She wants Uncle Stu to watch us while she goes to Billings.”

“I wanna go to Billings,” Julie complained.

“I wanna go to Auntie Had’s,” Trevor said. He smiled his winsome smile up at Hadley. He’d lost his front teeth recently and couldn’t have been any cuter if he’d tried.

“Last time you went to Auntie Had’s, you broke a window, dipwad,” Alan said.

“Come on, now,” Hadley winked at Trevor and chucked Alan under the chin. “You once broke a chair,” she reminded him humorously, and Trev made a so-there face at his big brother.

Hadley looked at Julie. “So what’s so special in Billings?”

“I want a new dress.”

Hadley nodded, taking the announcement with due seriousness. Julie always wanted a new dress. She was the definitive girly-girl. “And there are no new dresses here in Lucius?”

Julie sighed. “I’ve seen them all.”

“Ahh. A problem, indeed.” She looked over when the door to the office squealed open and Evie stomped out. “Hi.”

Evie stopped, clearly not expecting to see Hadley standing there. The expression in her blue eyes closed. “Stu can’t watch you guys today,” she said.

“Then we can go with you.” Julie looked delighted. Evie, however, did not.

“The kids can stay with me, if you need them to, Evie,” Hadley offered. There’d been a day when her sister would have told her that she was going to Billings for some reason. A day when she’d have just dumped off the kids with no warning, in fact. But those had been days when Evie smiled, when she seemed happy and that hadn’t been the case for more months than Hadley cared to acknowledge.

Evie let out a breath. “It’ll have to do,” she said abruptly. She leaned over and kissed her children’s foreheads, one after the other, and pulled her key chain out of her pocket. “Charlie left a little bit ago for a job in Miles City. I have to pick up his father from the airport in Billings. I won’t be back until after suppertime, so Charlie’ll have to pick up the kids.” She hurried off to her car, parked on the far side of Hadley’s truck.

“Drive safely.”

Evie waved but didn’t look back.

Hadley looked down at the kids. At least now she knew what Evie’s reasons were for the trip. Even if it did seem spur-ofthe-moment. “Well. Have you had lunch?”

They all shook their heads. “Mom told us Uncle Stu would take us to Luscious,” Alan said hopefully.

Hadley grinned a little. “Much as I like Luscious, I don’t have time for lunch there. But you guys can have lunch at Tiff’s, then you can help me bake some cookies. And Ivan is bringing out his sleigh and horses for one of my guests, so you’ll get to see that, too.”

Julie perked up a little at that. Trev was always happy to see her at Tiff’s. And even Alan didn’t look particularly peeved at the notion. So Hadley stuck her head quickly in the office. Spied Stu. “I’m taking Evie’s bunch home with me. Since when is Charlie’s father coming to visit?”

Stu shrugged and kept right on stacking small boxes of auto parts in their places. “Who knows? I gotta get this delivery stocked and then I’m meeting a guy about a truck I want. Couldn’t have taken her kids with me if I’d wanted to.”

“How is Wood’s car coming along?”

He finally looked over at her. “Slow. Original parts are hard to come by, and he’s insisting on them. The guy’s a pain, but he does know cars. Heard you and Wendell went to church together this morning.”

“Don’t go there, Stu.” It wouldn’t take much for her anger to rear its head all over again. “I’m not doing anything together with Wendell.”

“Aw. Come on. You’re perfect for each other. He’ll take good care of you, Had. He’s a good guy. And you’ll never have to worry that he’ll treat you like Charlie treats Evie.”

That was probably true, but hardly the point, as far as Hadley was concerned. She also knew that Evie didn’t allow interference in her life from their brothers, no matter what. Even though Hadley’s concern for her sister lately was increasing, she still envied her sister that ability. “Why are you so set on pushing me at him, Stu?”

He shoved a few more boxes into place, though she hardly could see how, considering how full the stock shelves were. “Maybe ’cause we want to see you happy, Had, and not flitting off somewhere again like you did last summer!”

“I didn’t flit off. I was taking a class!”

“Class,” he muttered. “Like you’re gonna be some famous writer someday. Run off and find your fame and glory or something.”

She pressed her palms to her stomach. “I’m not planning to run off, Stu.” Not like his mother had. Beau’s first wife, Evelyn, had left him with three children well before Hadley’s mother had come on to the scene, and she’d never come back. “And even if I were, shoving Wendell down my throat at every corner isn’t likely to make me want to stay!”

“You oughta be married and having kids of your own by now,” he said gruffly.