A Cowboy's Temptation. Barbara DunlopЧитать онлайн книгу.
to understand me? Or in order to change my mind?”
His expression faltered once more, telling her that seven years of psychology hadn’t gone to waste.
“Both,” he admitted.
“I admire your honesty, sir.”
“You can call me Seth, you know. Everybody does.”
“Seth,” she repeated, and she saw a slight flare of awareness heat the depths of his eyes.
Uh-oh. Not good. This situation was complicated enough.
Then again... She pulled her thoughts together. Maybe it was something she could use. Maybe she could mess with his focus by pursing her lips or batting her eyelashes. Truly, she’d do anything for the mission.
She tucked her hair behind one ear, moistened her lower lip and subtly pulled her shoulders back, taking on a more provocative pose.
His eyes flared deep blue again, and she knew she was taking the right tack.
A petition, if she actually made the deadline, only got her to the point of a general vote. And winning a general vote meant convincing at least half the town to support her. Might it be easier to change the mind of the one man who could single-handedly stop the railway?
“Okay,” she told him. “I’ll listen to you.”
“Talk to me,” he corrected.
“That, too,” she agreed.
* * *
Seth couldn’t recall a sexier woman than Darby Carroll. Which was odd, since she was quite plainly dressed—blue jeans, a white top and a navy blazer. She wasn’t wearing a lot of makeup, and she didn’t appear to have paid much attention to her hair, simply pulling it back in a jaunty ponytail. A few wisps of auburn curled softly around her temple, but he’d be willing to bet it wasn’t on purpose. They’d likely worked their way loose in the breeze.
Her green eyes were clear and intelligent, flecked with gold. Her cheeks were pink, her lips dark and full, and her nose was straight in a perfectly balanced face. She wore a set of tiny blue stones in her ears, but otherwise no jewelry. Not unless he counted her rather large and serviceable watch with its worn leather strap. And he didn’t. She couldn’t have chosen it to make herself attractive.
They were sitting at a corner table in one of the refreshment tents. She’d surprised him by agreeing to split a syrup-drizzled funnel cake with their coffee, surprised him further by actually tearing off a piece and popping the hot, sticky confection into her mouth.
He couldn’t take his gaze off the tiny drop of syrup on her lower lip. Her tongue flicked out to remove it, causing a sharp reaction deep in his gut.
“Decadent,” she breathed with a smile, and the sensation hit him again. “Now, what’s this all about?”
For a split second, he couldn’t remember. Then he dragged himself back to business. This wasn’t a date. It was a business meeting. He had to stop thinking like a cowboy and start thinking like the mayor.
“I want to make sure I understand your concerns,” he responded, removing a chunk from his own side of the funnel cake. “Why, exactly, do you object so strongly to the railroad?”
She swallowed. “Are you trying to be funny?”
“No.”
“It seems like you’re making a joke.”
“If I was making a joke, one of us would be laughing.”
“So I’ve been white noise for the past three weeks?”
“Excuse me?” This was going to be harder than he’d expected.
“You’ve pushed everything I’ve said to the background, ignored me?” She placed the remaining chunk of funnel cake back down to the plate, wiping her fingers on a napkin. “I don’t know why that surprises me.”
Seth found himself growing impatient. “Do you want to fight with me or talk to me?”
“I want to collect signatures.”
“That option wasn’t on the list.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Do people really let you get away with being such a jerk?”
“Usually, yeah,” he admitted, realizing Lisa would be kicking him under the table if she were here. “But give me the benefit of the doubt for a minute. I want to hear what you have to say.”
Her green eyes darkened, but her voice went lower, more controlled. “I’ve told you in every way I know how. Trains are noisy, disruptive and dangerous. They will fundamentally change the character of Lyndon Valley forever.”
“For the better,” he couldn’t help but put in.
She clenched her jaw.
“They’ll pass through town, what, three, four, five times a day. For that minor interruption, we’ll see enormous immediate benefit and enormous future potential. Mountain Railway is willing to pour tens of millions of dollars into this project, and we’ll be the ones who win.”
“Is this what you call listening?”
He stopped, regretting he’d defaulted to speech mode. “Sorry.” He lifted his cardboard coffee cup and put it to his lips.
“It won’t just be three times a day.”
He’d allowed it could be four or five, but he stopped himself from pointing that out to her.
“It might be a dozen times a day,” she continued. “You know that line is going to eventually link up to Ripple Ridge. They won’t be able to resist that link because it cuts nearly two hundred miles off their northwestern interstate. You don’t think they’ll run their trains over the shortest route possible?”
There was a very likely possibility she was right. But Seth was surprised she’d dug that deep into the company’s future possibilities.
“That’s not in their plan,” was the best he could do as a comeback.
She shot him a look of disbelief. “Please tell me you’re capable of connecting the dots.”
“Trains run on schedules,” he said. “Can’t you plan your yoga classes and meditation during a quiet time, maybe do scrapbooking or some basket weaving when a train is due?”
“Gee, I hadn’t thought of that,” she drawled. “I could organize my life around trains. How tough could that be?”
He stayed silent for a moment, hoping against hope she wasn’t being sarcastic.
“Your ranchers are profitable without the railway,” she pointed out. “It’s a convenience, not a necessity.”
“Right back at you,” he responded. “Your hotel will survive with a railway. It’s a convenience to have one hundred percent peace and quiet, not a necessity.”
“It’s a necessity.”
“Why?” he challenged.
“Women come to Sierra Hotel to get away from loud, sudden noises.”
“It upsets their delicate sensibilities?” He knew he was being snarky, but the conversation was getting away from him. He wasn’t used to that.
She cracked her first real smile and sat back in her chair. “Yes. My clients have exceedingly delicate sensibilities.”
“Maybe they should work on that.”
“I’ll let them know you said so.” She gazed levelly into his eyes.
He got that he had amused her, that there was something she wasn’t telling him, but he couldn’t for the life of him guess what it was.
“Bottom line, Darby. The train is good for Lyndon.”
“Bottom