the bite by the sound of the snake’s rattle.
“Take this house, for instance.” He swung his arm around in a circle. “From the outside, you can’t tell what it’s supposed to be. But with enough time for a little study, you’ll find remnants of the hearts and souls of each of the five generations that have made it a home.”
Meredith knew her too-fair skin was betraying her once again. She could feel the burn of embarrassment creep up her neck and plant itself high on her cheeks. No amount of schooled features could hide what she was feeling. It was her curse.
She crossed her arms over her chest and tried to find some words that wouldn’t make her sound like a complete idiot. “Sorry. This situation doesn’t exactly bring out the best in me. I didn’t mean to imply…”
He waved off her apology. But instead of letting her off the hook entirely, he pinned her with a silent stare that made her feel squirmy and bewildered.
She blinked, realizing that the man actually bothered her. Not only with his chiseled good looks, but on some deeper level. Someplace buried within her that she really didn’t care to go.
But no man ever bothered her. Not even… Oh, no. She wouldn’t think about the jerk from her past along with everything else right now. She once again buried the memories of a man she’d vowed to forget.
Well, maybe it was Cinco’s size. Though that wasn’t all there was to it. Those broad shoulders and wide-palmed hands seemed made for soothing…protecting. Not as if they’d ever be raised in anger.
She shook her head to clear those old scary thoughts of anger and wrath. Surely this odd feeling when Cinco looked at her came from something simple and straightforward. Maybe it was that Texas drawl of his—even when he wasn’t putting the accent over-the-top for her benefit. Slow and as cocky as his grin, his words oozed charm and made her think of streaky sunshine over rose and blue clouds at 40,000 feet.
Meredith pulled herself out of her thoughts. She’d been lost in them for too long. An awkward silence had settled over the kitchen, and his gaze had become more of a curious perusal. She needed to think of some diversion. Fast.
“Uh. Five generations did you say?”
He nodded silently and crossed his own arms over his chest.
It finally hit her. “And you’re the fifth…Cinco.”
“Si, señorita.” He straightened and bowed slightly. “Theodore Aloysius Gentry V, at your service.”
“Theodore? Aloysius?” She tried desperately to keep the chuckle out of her voice.
He made a face, then sighed. “Yeah, I know. Very old-fashioned and not very Spanish sounding, is it? Well, when the first Theo settled here and married Maria Alonso Aragon de Castillo, most of the land they worked had been given to them as a wedding present by her father. The land was part of a huge Mexican land grant, most of which has since been incorporated into our family’s ranch holdings.”
He shrugged and turned to run water over their used mugs. “It’s all part of the heritage of the place…of my heritage.”
“I think Cinco is a fine name,” she managed without so much as a smile.
“Well, in five generations there’s been Theo, Teddy, Tres, and my father was T.A. All in all, I’m pretty happy to have Cinco. Though, my mother used to call me Tad sometimes.”
“No, Tad doesn’t seem to suit you.” She narrowed her eyes slightly in thought. “You said ‘was’…‘used to.’ Have your parents passed away, then?”
Uh-oh. Cinco was afraid the conversation had just turned a little too close to home where the Amazon queen was concerned. He sure knew how much it hurt him having to dredge up the pain of losing his parents. Even after all these years her question rocked him.
“Sort of.” That wasn’t much of a civilized answer, and at her shocked expression he was immediately sorry he’d been so blunt.
He tried to remind himself that the wound of her father’s death must still be fresh and raw. “Sorry. The truth is, no one’s positive whether either of my parents are dead or alive. They went on a cruise twelve years ago and never returned.”
“Oh, my God.” She paled and Cinco nearly reached out for her.
He’d stopped himself, not because he didn’t want to comfort her or need to hold her close, but because he knew she’d never allow him to be so intimate.
“It’s been a long time. Life goes on. Time…” He suddenly decided it was time for them to get out of the kitchen, so he swung around toward the back stairs. “Time, Meredith,” he added over his shoulder, “can heal most anything if you have the patience to wait for it.”
He bent to retrieve her duffel and briefcase before he headed upstairs.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She bristled past him and made a grab for the bags.
Cinco closed his fingers around the handles and straightened. “Carrying your bags up the stairs to the room you’ll be using.”
“I’m perfectly capable of carrying my own things… and my own weight. I can handle it, if you’ll kindly just give me directions.” She threw her hands on her hips and pulled her chin up.
He kept his grip tight and stood aside to look at her. Her eyes were shooting those electric-blue blasts of cold energy again. Ferocious and adorable all at the same moment. Cinco decided he liked the way the bridge of her nose crinkled when she was piqued.
He decided to see just how bothered he could make her and what other delights he’d see as she grew angrier. He set the bags down next to his feet in silence, folded his arms across his chest and cocked one eyebrow in her direction.
And there he stayed. After two full minutes of silence, Meredith blinked and began to squirm a little where she stood. He was grateful she’d been the first to crack, because another few seconds and he would have given up. The sweat was already beading across the small of his back.
He’d gotten to her. Good.
Suddenly the urge to drag her against him and plant a devastating kiss across those perfect lips made his own body start to twitch in anticipation. However…that wasn’t exactly what Kyle had in mind when he asked for her protection.
“Uh, look, darlin’,” Cinco finally said. “You and I need to reach a truce here. I’m not your enemy. I only want what’s in your best interest.”
The first real semblance of a smile crossed her face, making Cinco even sweatier than before. Have mercy, but this woman was a stunner when she smiled.
“I’m forced to accept your hospitality, cowboy. And yes, I agree a truce is definitely the only way we’ll ever live through however long I must stay here.” She took her hands from her hips and raised her own eyebrows at him. “But I think I know what’s in my own best interest better than you do. And I insist on pulling my weight… and my own bags.”
She reached for the duffel bag’s handle. “And I’m not your…darlin’.”
“Okay. Carry your own load. It’s no skin
