Gold Rush Bride

In three strides Will was behind her, his hand clamped over her wrist. “Not so fast.”

“Let me go!”

“Let’s see that list.”

She jerked free of his grasp and slammed the list and the ledger onto the counter. “I’ve work to do. I’ll just—”

“Read it to me.” He gripped the edge of the counter, hemming her in as she tried to slip past him. “Read it.”

“No.”

Anger, and something else, flashed in her eyes. In the privileged world he’d been raised in everyone could read and write. But things were different here on the frontier. She was different, too. Perhaps he’d misjudged her.

“Mei Li could help you with that, you know. I could even help you, if you wanted.”

“With what?”

He nodded at the list on the counter. “Reading.”

Surprise registered in her eyes, then vanished just as quickly. “I don’t need your help.”

He knew she’d say that. In fact, he would have been disappointed had she not. “Suit yourself. It doesn’t matter to me if you can’t read.”

“I never said I couldn’t read.” She tried to move past him again, and again he blocked her escape. “It’s just that…” Her face flushed crimson. “It’s none of your business.”

She was right, it wasn’t. “Fair enough.” He was sorry he’d embarrassed her. That’s not what he’d meant to do. Besides, what did he care if she could read or not? “But why the inventory?”

“It’s necessary.”

“For what? What does it matter? The goods come in. We sell them. Period.”

He pressed closer, and she looked away, refusing to acknowledge his invasion of her personal space. He told himself his proximity to her didn’t affect him, either, but it did.

All at once he was aware of a hundred tiny things about her. The shimmering wisps of auburn hair grazing her neck, her freckled cheeks flushing under his scrutiny. He leaned closer still, dangerously drawn to her lips, which were pursed in that prim, defiant manner he was beginning to admire.

“To keep track of the profits, of course.” At last she met his gaze, her blue eyes ice. The hint of vulnerability he’d perceived a second earlier had vanished.

“The profits,” she repeated, as if he hadn’t heard her the first time. Her expression hardened before his eyes. “Yours and mine.”

“Yours and mine?”

“Exactly.” She pushed past him, and this time he didn’t stop her. “We shall count every item sold, and at the end of each day, we’ll divide the profits between us in equal shares.”

It was always about the money, wasn’t it? First his father, then Sherrilyn. Now her. “What, do you think I’d cheat you?”