Heartbreaker (Page 43)

"Yeah. She makes a mess of her finances at least twice a year and expects me to drop everything, fly down there and straighten it out."

"Which you do."

He shrugged. "We may not be close, but she’s still my mother."

"Call me this time," she said distinctly, giving him a hard look that underlined her words.

He grunted, looking irritated, then gave her a wink as he turned to call the airlines. Michelle listened as he booked a flight to Miami for the next morning. Then he glanced at her and said "Wait a minute" into the receiver before putting his hand over the mouthpiece. "Want to come with me?" he asked her.

Panic flared in her eyes before she controlled it and shook her head. "No thanks. I need to catch up on the paperwork."

It was a flimsy excuse, as the accumulated work wouldn’t take more than a day, but though John gave her a long, level look, he didn’t argue with her. Instead he moved his fingers from the mouthpiece and said, "Just one. That’s right. No, not round trip. I don’t know what day I’ll be coming back. Yeah, thanks."

He scribbled his flight number and time on a notepad as he took the phone from his ear and hung up. Since the accident, Michelle hadn’t left the ranch at all, for any reason. He’d picked up the newly repaired Mercedes three days ago, but it hadn’t been moved from the garage since. Accidents sometimes made people nervous about driving again, but he sensed that something more was bothering her.

She’d begun totalling the figures she had posted in the ledger. His eyes drifted over her, drinking in her serious, absorbed expression and the way she chewed her bottom lip when she was working. She’d taken over his office so completely that he sometimes had to ask her questions about what was going on. He wasn’t certain he liked having part of the ranch out of his direct control, but he was damn certain he liked the extra time he had at night.

That thought made him realize he’d be spending the next few nights alone, and he scowled. Once he would have found female companionship in Miami, but now he was distinctly uninterested in any other woman. He wanted Michelle and no one else. No other woman had ever fit in his arms as well as she did, or given him the pleasure she gave just by being there. He liked to tease her until she lost her temper and lashed back at him, just for the joy of watching her get snooty. An even greater joy was taking her to bed and loving her out of her snooty moods. Thanks to his mother, it was a joy he’d have to do without for a few days. He didn’t like it worth a damn.

Suddenly he realized it wasn’t just the sex. He didn’t want to leave her, because she was upset about something. He wanted to hold her and make everything right for her, but she wouldn’t tell him about it. He felt uneasy. She insisted nothing was wrong, but he knew better. He just didn’t know what it was. A couple of times he’d caught her staring out the window with an expression that was almost…terrified. He had to be wrong, because she had no reason to be scared. And of what?

It had all started with the accident. He’d been trying to reassure her that he wasn’t angry about the car, but instead she’d drawn away from him as if he’d slapped her, and he couldn’t bridge the distance between them. For just an instant she’d looked shocked, even hurt, then she’d withdrawn in some subtle way he couldn’t describe, but felt. The withdrawal wasn’t physical; except for the night of the accident, she was as sweet and wild in his arms as she’d ever been. But he wanted all of her, mind and body, and the accident had only made his wanting more intense by taunting him with the knowledge of how quickly she could be taken away.

He reached out and touched his fingertips to her cheekbone, needing to touch her even in so small a way. Her eyes cut up to him with a flash of green, their gazes catching, locking. Without a word she closed the ledger and stood. She didn’t look back as she walked out of the room with the fluid grace he’d always admired and sometimes hated because he couldn’t have the body that produced it. But now he could, and as he followed her from the room he was already unbuttoning his shirt. His booted feet were deliberately placed on the stairs, his attention on the bedroom at the top and the woman inside it.

Sometimes, when the days were hot and slow and the sun was a disc of blinding white, Michelle would feel that it had all been a vivid nightmare and hadn’t really happened at all. The phone calls had meant nothing. The danger she’d sensed was merely the product of an overactive imagination. The man in the ski mask hadn’t tried to kill her. The accident hadn’t been a murder attempt disguised to look like an accident. None of that had happened at all. It was only a dream, while reality was Edie humming as she did housework, the stamping and snorting of the horses, the placid cattle grazing in the pastures, John’s daily phone calls from Miami that charted his impatience to be back home.

But it hadn’t been a dream. John didn’t believe her, but his nearness had nevertheless kept the terror at bay and given her a small pocket of safety. She felt secure here on the ranch, ringed by the wall of his authority, surrounded by his people. Without him beside her in the night, her feeling of safety weakened. She was sleeping badly, and during the days she pushed herself as relentlessly as she had when she’d been working her own ranch alone, trying to exhaust her body so she could sleep. Nev Luther had received his instructions, as usual, but again he was faced with the dilemma of how to carry them out. If Michelle wanted to do something, how was he supposed to stop her? Call the boss in Miami and tattle? Nev didn’t doubt for a minute the boss would spit nails and strip hide if he saw Michelle doing the work she was doing, but she didn’t ask if she could do it, she simply did it. Not much he could do about that. Besides, she seemed to need the work to occupy her mind. She was quieter than usual, probably missing the boss. The thought made Nev smile. He approved of the current arrangement, and would approve even more if it turned out to be permanent.