Taming the Texas Tycoon / One Night with the Wealthy Rancher: Taming the Texas Tycoon. Brenda JacksonЧитать онлайн книгу.
his brother and Darius as his family, and the other men who were being inducted into the Texas Cattleman’s Club with him.
He’d been in touch with Darius the day before to ask him about the fire, but so far there had been little news of what was going on there.
“Have you heard from Mitch? When I talked to him yesterday he said he might be running late. But we are going to need him for the annual prize announcements.”
“Yes, we will,” Lance said. “Feel up to playing volleyball on my team this year?”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
“Every year you say you will next year. But this is your last year…”
“What good will come from me playing?” she asked. “I’m not very athletic.”
“It’s all for fun. Come on, Kate.” He wanted to spend as much of the day with her as he could. At least until Lexi got here. He realized he had to force himself to think about Lexi. All he could think about was Kate.
“Okay, I’ll play, but only if Mitch gets here so one of us can man the welcome table.”
“He will be here,” Lance said. “What’s in the goody bag this year?”
“The T-shirt and some other company goodies. We have water guns for the kids.”
“Why just the kids?” Lance asked with a grin.
“Because of last year when you and Mitch didn’t know when to stop.”
“Are you still upset about being caught in the cross fire?”
“Of course not,” she said.
He remembered how Kate had looked with her baggy T-shirt soaking wet and clinging to her breasts. To be fair, that was when he’d noticed that there was more to his secretary than met the eye, but she’d looked so distressed by the entire thing that he’d taken his shirt off and offered it to her. She’d taken it and then left a few minutes later.
“What are you thinking?” she asked.
“About the way you looked in that wet T-shirt last year.”
She flushed. “Well, don’t. You’re not supposed to think things like that. Remember, you said you didn’t want any more temptation.”
“I’m thinking that wasn’t my wisest decision, Kate.”
“Why not?”
He glanced around the yard quickly. It was still early so there wasn’t anyone here yet except for the party crew who was setting up. He touched her face and looked down into her big brown eyes.
“I can’t ignore the way you make me feel.”
She bit her lower lip. “Please don’t.”
“Don’t what? Don’t want you?”
She pulled back. “Don’t say things like that. Because I will believe them and do something silly like kiss you. Then you will change your mind and I’ll feel stupid again.”
“Don’t feel stupid,” Lance said. He leaned down and kissed her. He’d been wanting to for the last two days since he’d seen Marcus leaning against her desk and talking to her.
He wanted to make sure she knew that he was the only man she needed to kiss.
Her lips felt so right against his and he realized he’d been more than hungry for her. Lexi or no Lexi, was tired of denying himself Kate.
Chapter Five
Mitch arrived at the picnic looking every inch the successful lobbyist. There was a part of Lance that envied his younger brother. But with Kate at his side and now his younger brother, too, Lance felt pretty good.
“You two seem happy,” Mitch said. “Did Lance finally talk you into staying on as his secretary?
Kate shook her head, and Lance realized there was still a lot of work for him to do before he had his Katie-girl back for good.
“Let’s go to my office at the house and call Darius,” Lance said.
“Right now?”
“Yes. I haven’t had a chance to check back in with him today and the press is calling, looking for an update.”
“Senator Cavanaugh is waiting for answers, as well. And until he gets them, I’m afraid that no matter what your relationship is with Lexi, he won’t back the bill we need him to,” Mitch said.
Lance was impressed with his younger brother. He looked nothing like their father and yet he had the old man’s drive. And Mitch was savvy when it came to dealing with politicians. Lance himself was only good with gas and oil people.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Mitch asked.
“Just wondering where you get this polish you have.”
Mitch shrugged. “Mom, I guess.”
“Probably. I always forget about her,” Lance said. Alicia Brody had done the best she could. And when she’d walked away from their old man, Lance knew it was because she’d had enough of the roughness of her life. He’d learned a long time ago to just bury his feelings of abandonment.
“You know, I get why she left me behind,” Lance said as they entered his house. “I’m the spitting image of him. But I never understood why she left you.”
Mitch rubbed the back of his neck as he headed for the bar in the living room. “I think she didn’t want either of us to be alone. I’ve always imagined she knew that if I didn’t stay she’d lose you, too.”
Lance didn’t like the sound of that. He’d always thought of himself as the protector, the one who’d kept Mitch safe. “Really?”
“Hell, I don’t know. I’m not a woman and to be fair, I don’t understand them,” Mitch said.
Lance laughed. His own situation with women was beyond complicated at the moment. Getting engaged hadn’t made his life any easier like he’d imagined it would. Although he’d resolved to be the man Lexi deserved, he just couldn’t keep his lips off Kate.
“Speaking of women, I got Lexi a necklace. Do you think she’s the type of woman who’d enjoy receiving it in public?” Lance asked.
Mitch poured two fingers of whiskey into a highball glass and downed it in one swallow. “No.”
“I wasn’t sure. I guess I’ll give it to her when she shows up at the house later. I’m glad she’s coming today.”
“Her dad asked her to. I believe he wants to know what we are like beyond the glitter of DC.”
“Cavanaugh knows what we are like. Texans, like him. And he shouldn’t forget that.”
Mitch poured some whiskey for Lance and held the glass out to him.
“To Texas boys.”
Lance clinked his glass against his brother’s and downed his whiskey in a quick swallow. He liked the burn as it went down.
The band started playing out back. “Let’s get this business with Darius wrapped up so we can enjoy the party.”
“Good idea.”
Lance led the way down the hall to his den. It was decorated in dark hues of brown and leather. He’d picked out the furniture for this room himself instead of leaving it to the interior designer. He’d known exactly how he wanted the room to look.
There was a Remington black and white photograph on the wall, and a portrait painting of Mitch and him that had been done when their first well came in. In the background was Old Tilly, as they liked to call her.
“Remember that day?” Mitch asked.
“Hell,