Her Texan to Tame

“It smells wonderful in here,” he said in a husky voice that he couldn’t change.

She turned and gave him a radiant smile that revealed her dimple. Right then he admitted to himself, cook or no cook, there was no way he could send her packing.

“Dinner is ready.”

“How about a drink with me first outside? It’s a beautiful evening. We could forget employer and employee for a few minutes without it hurting anything.”

“That’s crossing a line,” she said, frowning slightly and studying him.

“Doesn’t have to. We can just sit, enjoy the evening, talk a little and relax. You’ve been cooking in a hot kitchen.”

Her frown disappeared. “Not exactly slaving over a hot stove.”

“Maybe not, but this won’t be disastrous and we don’t have to cross a line.”

“Still, I don’t think you usually have drinks and dinner with your staff, do you?”

As he shook his head, he grinned. “I don’t usually have a gorgeous single woman on my staff. For just a minute, can we drop being strictly professional? I don’t want to upset you in any way, but you asked the question.”

“It’ll be a little difficult to remain strictly professional if I have a drink with you on your patio. I can’t quite address you as ‘Mr. Ryan’ the way Gwen does either.”

“I hope not. That’s her doing. I’ve told her to call me Ryan, but she insists. Her husband calls me Ryan, but Gwen won’t. I’m not going to argue the point. They’ve worked for me several years now, but they’ve also worked for my older brother Adam, so they’ve known me for years.”

“And thank you for the compliment.” He received another smile that revealed her dimple.

“C’mon. Sit with me and have a drink. If you get uncomfortable, we’ll come in and have dinner. Deal?”

“Sure, Ryan.” Even hearing her say his name was as tangible as physical contact and stirred desire. He was having a strong reaction to her and he was digging himself in deeper every second by letting her stay, by asking her to have a drink with him. Was he on a track to seduction and reluctant to face up to his own motives? Guilt assailed him because Jessica was emotionally vulnerable. Surely he had no intention of taking advantage of her...but she was damned difficult to resist.

“What would you like? I’ll get drinks,” he said, his voice going husky again, a telltale sign of his desire.

“I think I’ll have iced tea. I’ve already made a pitcher.”

“Tea for you, a cold beer for me.”

“I set the table inside, but I can move things to the patio, if you prefer,” she said as he got ice and then poured tea from a pitcher sitting on the counter.

“No, we’ll eat indoors.” Walking farther into the kitchen, he saw the table, set and ready.

“Very nice. Here’s your tea,” he said, handing her the drink and touching her slender fingers as she took the glass—another slight touch that heightened attraction. He was amazed that he had such an intense reaction to so many insignificant brushes with her.

He got his beer and held the door for her to go outside. It was a cool June evening with no wind stirring. She sat facing the formal garden and he pulled a chair close to hers. The full skirt of her dress hid her legs almost to her slender ankles.

He raised his bottle to her. “Welcome to Texas. May you like your stay.”

Smiling, she touched his bottle with her glass lightly and sipped her tea before setting her drink on a small table beside her chair.

“I’ll admit I hope you hire me, because I think this is what I’m looking for. This is a perfect place for me to heal, to get over my divorce. If you don’t hire me, though, I understand, and I’ll head north, maybe to Montana or Wyoming.”

“I don’t think you have to plan on driving to Montana or Wyoming. We’ll work out something. I talked to Brad and Pru. You come highly recommended,” he said, fighting the temptation to move his chair closer. He wanted to flirt with her, ask her out, kiss her. Seduce her. Instead, he had to be polite, distant, professional. Only friendly, nothing more. He suspected she would be a daily torment working for him because he would constantly be fighting himself. Even knowing that, he couldn’t turn her away. One look at her and he wanted her to stay.

“They’re close friends, particularly Pru, so of course they would give me a good recommendation. The best references as far as my work will be the ones I listed and gave to you today because those are people I’ve worked with on volunteer projects. Those and two names I have from the cooking school I attended. I enclosed letters they’ve written for me.”

“I haven’t read all your information yet,” he admitted. “When I saw you were single, I didn’t think there would be a chance I would hire you.”

“Thanks for giving me a chance,” she said, with another dimpled smile that made him want to do anything she asked.

“You’re persuasive,” he said. “I doubt if many men have said no to you.”

“As a matter of fact, they haven’t,” she said with a twinkle in her big blue eyes. “So tell me more about your family. I suppose if I work here, I’ll meet them at some point.”

“They’re in Dallas and yes, you will. I’ve told you we lost Adam. He had a little girl, Caroline. Will is her guardian and Ava, Will’s wife, is far more of a mother than her birth mother, who walked out on them early.”

“Walked out? That’s dreadful,” she said, looking upset for the first time. “How could a mother walk out on her baby?”

“She never had any interest in Caroline. Still doesn’t. Actually, if something were to happen to Will and Ava, I’m in the will to be appointed Will’s children’s guardian. I can’t imagine being Daddy.”

“Why not? You’re kind, cheerful, intelligent.”

“Thanks,” he said, grinning. “Will has done a wonderful job caring for Caroline and so has Ava. She went through some tough times and Ava helped bring her out of her shell and get over her hurt.”

“That’s sad, for a little child to be hurt. I’m glad it’s worked out for her.”

“She has a little brother, Adam, now. He is a cute baby and Caroline is a doll. Both happy, fun kids, which is the way it should be.” He took a long pull from his beer, then placed it back on the table. “Where do your sister and your banker, accountant and attorney brothers live?”

“They’re all in Memphis, not far from our parents. I’m the one rocking the boat. My sister and my brothers are all married—each has two kids. My sister has two boys. Each of my brothers has a son and a daughter. I have delightful nieces and nephews and I miss them a lot.”

Her voice was wistful, reminding him of her loss and the fragile side to her. One more reminder to avoid flirting with her or crossing the line any more than he already had.

“Are you close with your siblings?”

“I’m close to my sister and close to my youngest brother, Jason. I guess because of our ages. He’s five years older than I am. Derek is eight years older, Lydia is ten years older and Dillon is twelve years older. Dillon and I have gotten to know each other a little better since we’re grown, but we’re not close. What’s worse, he’s friends with Carlton. So is Lydia’s husband, Frank.”

“How did you get interested in cooking?” he asked her. He was curious about her but truthfully, he enjoyed sitting with her and wanted to keep her talking. His chair was turned enough that he could watch her, gaze into her blue eyes and get an occasional whiff of her perfume. She smelled wonderful and he could look at her all evening. He could listen to her, too. Her voice was perfect—neither too high-pitched nor too low.

“We had a woman who cooked and cleaned for us. Her name was Sandy and she would let me help when I was little and then she taught me how to do things on my own. She was a wonderful cook. People wanted to hire her away from us occasionally, but she stayed with us. I still keep up with her and go see her. She’s elderly now and my dad helped her get some investments and a savings plan, so she’s comfortable. Dad put a down payment on a house for her about fifteen years before she finally quit work and she paid off the mortgage before she quit. I’ve called her since I left home and she knows I left and will stay somewhere else for a while and she knows why. I’m really close to her. She was like another mother to me.”

“That’s nice you’ve stayed close. And nice you didn’t burden her with telling her where you are, although you might be better off if someone knows.”

“Oh, several people know where I am. I keep in touch with Mom. She doesn’t know specifics, but she knows enough. My sister knows where I am and what I’m doing. We text daily. I have a close Memphis friend—Olivia—who knows. She won’t even speak to Carlton. My parents won’t bother asking her about me, because they’ll know she won’t tell them.

“Olivia and Carlton move in the same circles and she’ll let me know when he’s seeing somebody else, which he should be doing by now. Then he’ll be far less interested in finding me. He knows I’m not going back. Our divorce was final a year ago. I left him five months before that.” She paused and gave him a solemn look that startled him. “Before I left him, I miscarried and lost a baby. I was in the second month of pregnancy.” She looked away, but not before he saw her eyes fill with tears.

“Sorry for your loss.”

“Even though the doctor said I can still have babies, I can’t seem to get over it,” she whispered. He barely heard her and saw her hands locked together in her lap. His sympathy went out to her. He thought of Caroline and Adam, and Zach’s little girl—how adorable they were—and felt a stab of sadness for her loss. Impulsively, he reached over to pat her hands.

She wiped her eyes and inhaled, finally turning to face him as she stood.