boys good-night, adding how much she’d enjoyed meeting them.
Doug was irritated when Justin’s eyes watered and he asked the woman if she couldn’t stay. He felt guilty, as if he didn’t love his sons enough to provide them with a mother. But, damn it, he just couldn’t!
He hurried down the stairs, anxious to rid the place of the curvaceous brunette who lured his sons with her smile and tempted him with her body.
“Mr. Graybow?” she said in a low voice, just behind him. “Before I leave, could we talk?”
Standing at the bottom of the stairs, he turned to watch her reach his side. “If it’s about a phone call, I gather the boys led you to think you should come here. I’m sorry if it was an inconvenience, but, believe me, there’s nothing to talk about.”
“I think there is,” she replied, tilting her chin up at him.
If they’d been lovers, it would’ve been a challenge he wouldn’t refuse. His lips would cover hers and he’d wrap his arms around—
“Look, Miss Hibbets, I told you the ad was a mistake.”
“I know. But I think I’ve figured out why you placed the ad and now say it’s a mistake. And I believe I have a solution to the difficulty.”
Doug stared at the woman as if she had two heads. She knew about the responses he’d had to that ridiculous ad? About his aversion to those desperate women? To any woman who intended to lock him into marriage just for security?
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” she said in a soothing manner, as if she were calming him.
“You know about the pictures?” he finally had to ask in a strangled voice.
“What pictures?” she asked, tilting her head to one side and frowning in puzzlement.
“The—the other applicants sent pictures.”
“You want a picture from me?”
“No!” he gasped even as his mind flashed some possibilities.
He turned his back to her, unable to face her if she thought those pictures of women in incredibly suggestive, revealing poses weren’t something to be embarrassed about. Or intended to offer some of her own.
“Mr. Graybow,” she began again when he remained silent, “I like your little boys and this is what I really want. I promise I won’t be too demanding about—”
“Leave my children out of this discussion! I won’t have them a part of it. In fact, I don’t want to talk about any of this.” He chanced one look at her creamy complexion, her full lips, trembling with some undefined emotion. How could she look like such an angel and approve of those pictures?
“I’m trying to explain to you—”
He whirled back around. “What does it take to get through to you, lady? We don’t want you here.”
“But you haven’t even asked about my qualifications,” she protested, her cheeks flushed.
Her fingers moved to the first button on her sweater and Doug panicked. She hadn’t sent pictures. She meant to reveal herself right here, right now! He grabbed her raised hand and captured the other one that had remained by her side. “Don’t even think about it!” His voice was husky, a mixture of horror and undeniable interest.
Now almost nose to nose, he watched as shock filled her eyes.
“Turn loose of me!” She twisted in his hold, foolishly trying to escape his strong grip.
His fingers burned as they touched her soft skin, and he jerked away from her before he gave in to temptation. “Gladly. All I want you to do is go.”
She backed away from him, her blue eyes still wide. “You’ve convinced me, Mr. Graybow. Just—just let me get my jacket and purse and I’ll leave.”
He frowned as he realized he’d actually scared her. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
She didn’t answer but kept her gaze pinned on him, as if she expected him to attack at any moment. Picking up her coat and purse, she edged toward the door.
Doug felt like a first-class heel. He would never hurt a woman. But he couldn’t stand there and let her strip. Moving toward the door to open it for her, he came to an abrupt halt when she stepped back.
“I’m just opening the door, I promise.”
“I can do that,” she assured him breathlessly, her gaze still glued to him.
“This is ridiculous, Miss Hibbets. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
“Fine. I’m leaving now, Mr. Graybow. But I’d appreciate it if you’d keep your distance.” When he remained in place, she continued moving to the door.
With one hand behind her back, she turned the doorknob and started outside.
Over her shoulder, Doug stared at the illuminated circle made by the porch light and knew he couldn’t let her leave. “Damn!”
LESLIE WAS ON THE VERGE of turning her back on the demented man and racing for her car when she heard his expletive. Shocked, she looked at his face and then turned away. She had no time to spare.
“Stop! You can’t leave, Miss Hibbets. It’s too dangerous!” he called.
She assumed he was referring to the snow falling thickly. It had started snowing shortly after she started for the ranch, but she’d forgotten about it because of all that had happened. Now, there was already almost half a foot on her car. But she would choose snow over the man behind her any day.
Though she slowed to maintain her footing, she never stopped. She’d be all right once she got into her car and locked the door.
She was down the steps, with her car parked only a few feet away, when one of those strong hands grabbed her arm, preventing her departure.
“Stop, Miss Hibbets. It isn’t safe!”
Automatically she wrenched her arm from his hold. When, only seconds later, she touched the door handle, she knew she’d won.
As she did, she heard a large crash. Keeping her hand on the door, she looked over her shoulder to see Mr. Graybow lying in the snow at the bottom of the steps. He wasn’t moving. Holding her breath, she leaned slightly toward him. “Are you okay?”
His only answer was a groan.
“Mr. Graybow, I’m not going to fall for any of your tricks. You might as well get up.”
He muttered something and tried to stand up, then fell back again with an even louder moan.
“Mr. Graybow?” Was the man a total klutz? First he burned his hand and now he fell down the stairs. And what was she supposed to do about it?
“I can’t— I might’ve broken something,” the man gasped.
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