Memories for Eternity: Taming Clint Westmoreland. Brenda JacksonЧитать онлайн книгу.
man had such a sensuous walk, she thought.
As if he’d felt her eyes on him, he turned with a concerned look on his face. ”Is everything all right, Alyssa?” he asked quietly.
She suddenly felt the need to hug her arms and protect herself from his intense gaze, but she didn’t. Instead she appreciated his thoughtful consideration. No one had asked if everything was all right with her since her grandfather’s death. “Yes, I’m fine. Thanks for asking,” she said.
He only nodded before opening the truck door to pull out her bag. He then turned and walked back toward her. She knew that he was uncomfortable with the situation they had been placed in and he didn’t like it any more than she did. But, they would work things out. She’d discovered five years ago that Clint Westmoreland was a man who could handle just about anything that came his way. She saw that strength in him and admired him for it.
“Come this way,” he said. She noticed he had come to a stop directly in front of her. His closeness caused her to breathe unevenly and she swallowed deeply to get control of her emotions. It wasn’t as if they hadn’t spent time together before. While working that assignment five years ago, for one full week they’d been almost glued at the hip, trying to make their cover believable. They’d even shared a hotel room—although at night she would take the bed and he would crash on the sofa. But still they had shared close quarters and although she had been fully aware of him as a man, his presence hadn’t affected her like it did now.
It seemed she was now more aware of the opposite sex. Actually, in this case, she was more aware of Clint Westmoreland. She had been fascinated with him when they’d worked together, but now he took her breath away. And back then she had been so focused on doing a good job on her first assignment as a Ranger that everything else, including Clint, had been secondary. But that was not the case now. How on earth would she survive under the same roof with this man for thirty days?
He opened the door for her and then stood back for her to enter. Her stomach knotted and she felt her senses tingling. She had a feeling that once she walked over the threshold her life would never be the same.
* * *
Steeling himself, Clint watched as Alyssa entered his home. He couldn’t recall the last time he had been so fully aware of a woman to the point that everything about her—even her scent was registering in his mind—seemed branded onto his brain cells.
If she decided to stay the thirty days, she would only be here for a short while, he reminded himself. He could handle that. His work days at the ranch were long and grueling. If he just kept his mind on the job at hand—running the ranch and keeping his uncle’s legacy alive—he would be fine.
His thoughts shifted back to Alyssa as he watched her stand in the middle of his living room glancing around. She seemed in awe, incapable of speaking. Had she thought just because he spent most of his time outdoors that he didn’t appreciate having nice things indoors?
“Everything is so beautiful,” she said in a low voice when she began to speak.
He wasn’t reluctant to agree and said thanks. “I hired an interior decorator to do her thing throughout the house. Especially in the guest rooms.”
She glanced over at him. “Do you get a lot of visitors?”
He chuckled. “Yes. The Westmoreland family is a rather large one and they love to visit. They like checking up on each other. I have a bunch of cousins who were close growing up. Like I said earlier, when they found out about me, Cole and Casey, they didn’t hesitate in extending that closeness to us.”
He glanced at his watch. “Come on and let me show you to your room so you can get settled in. I’ll show you the rest of the house later.”
* * *
A few moments later Alyssa’s fingers trembled as she ran them across the richness of the guest room furniture. There had to be about ten or so guest rooms in this house. Clint had been quick to explain that his uncle loved to entertain and always had friends visiting.
The layout of the house actually suited the magnificent structure. Once you entered the front door you walked into this huge foyer that led into a huge living room. There was also an eat-in kitchen and dining room. The house had four wings that jutted off from the living room. North, south, east and west. Clint’s bedroom was huge and was located on the north wing, and although he’d only given her a quick glimpse, she’d liked what she’d seen of it.
The beauty of every room in his home made her speechless. It seemed to be fitting for a king...and his queen, from the expensive furniture to the costly portraits that hung on the walls. He evidently was a man who liked nice things and who didn’t mind paying his money for them.
Clint had left her alone to get settled and indicated he would be back in a few minutes. She knew he was trying not to crowd her, give her space and she appreciated that. She wondered at what point her heart would stop beating so wildly in her chest. When would the rapid flutter in her stomach cease?
She glanced over at the overnight bag. It contained her toiletries, fresh underwear, an extra-large T-shirt to sleep in and a pair of jeans and a top. If she decided to stay the thirty days she would have to return to Waco and pack more of her things. She supposed that her friends were wondering where she had gone. She hadn’t mentioned her destination or the reason for her trip
to anyone except her aunt Claudine. Aunt Claudine wouldn’t tell anyone about her trip, Alyssa thought with a chuckle. Her sixty-year-old great-aunt would be tickled that for once she knew something that the other family members didn’t.
Alyssa had already put away the few things she’d brought with her and was waiting for Clint when he knocked on the bedroom door. For some reason she felt restless and a call to Aunt Claudine hadn’t helped when she was informed that Kim had already begun asking questions about her whereabouts.
When Clint knocked again she quickly crossed the room, not wanting him to think she had taken a nap or something. She opened the door. He stood in the hallway, towering over her. “I told you that I’d be back. Are you ready for me to show you around?”
Looking up at him, his penetrating dark gaze seemed to hold her captive and she became aware of how even more fluttering was going on in her stomach. And it wasn’t helping matters that she felt compelled to stare at his lips. Doing so reminded her of the kiss they had shared and how the moment his tongue had wrapped around hers an ache had begun within her. It was an ache that wouldn’t go away.
At that moment she wasn’t sure if going anywhere with him was a smart move. That and the fact that she seemed to be glued to the spot. But then she quickly decided that she wasn’t about to let another man get to her again. Kevin had taught her a lesson she would never forget. She studied Clint’s features again. They were still unreadable. “Clint...”
“Yes?”
He took a step closer, stepping into the room, and since she was glued to the spot she couldn’t get her legs to move. She inclined her head back and looked up at him, thinking he was so tall, and much too handsome. She then saw the dark frown that creased his forehead. “What’s wrong?” she asked. The words had come tumbling out before she could hold them in.
One of his broad shoulders lifted nonchalantly. “You tell me,” he said.
She had said his name; however, because of the way he had been looking at her, the way that look had made blood rush through her veins, she had forgotten what she’d been about to say. She then remembered. “I was going to say that if you’re busy I can just look around myself.”
“I’m not busy, so let’s go,” he said.
She noticed right before he turned to step back into the hallway that the frown on his face had deepened, and she had a feeling that although he had invited her to stay for the night he still didn’t like it one bit that she was there.
* * *
After giving Alyssa a tour of his home, he walked by her side down the steps to the outside. Her compliments had