Uncle Jessie explained after finding out what Kim and Kevin had done that when it came to women all men were weak? They often made decisions with the “wrong head.” Of course, he couldn’t come up with an excuse for Kim’s behavior because she was his daughter.
“What sort of business do you own?”
She glanced up from studying the contents in her coffee cup to stare into Clint’s cool, dark eyes. “I design websites.”
“Oh.”
She frowned. He’d said it as though he considered her profession of no importance. Granted it wasn’t
a mega-million-dollar operation like she’d heard he owned but it was hers; one she’d started a few years ago with all the money she had. She enjoyed her work and was proud of the way she’d built up her company. She had a very nice clientele who depended on her to keep their businesses in the forefront of the cyberspace market. Over the years she had won numerous awards for her website designs.
“For your information I own a very successful business,” she said, glaring at him.
He glared back. “I don’t recall saying you didn’t.”
No, he hadn’t. But still, she really didn’t care much for his attitude. “Look, Clint. You’re agitated about this whole thing and so am I. I think the best thing for us to do is sleep on it. Maybe we’ll have answers in the morning.”
“Fine. I noticed you only brought an overnight bag,” he said, leaning back in his chair.
“Yes. I thought that ending our marriage wouldn’t take more than a day at the most. I planned to fly home in the morning.”
“You’re welcome to stay at my place tonight. I have plenty of room.”
She appreciated the invitation but didn’t think it was a good idea. “Thanks, but I prefer staying at a hotel.”
“Suit yourself,” he said, easing back up to the table when their waitress placed a plate full of food in front of him. Alyssa watched him dig in. He’d said he could think better on a full stomach, but was he really going to eat all that? She couldn’t imagine him eating such hefty meals as the norm, especially since he had such a well-built body that was all muscle and no fat.
“Why are you staring at my plate?”
She shrugged. “That’s a lot of food,” she said when the waitress placed a sandwich and bowl of soup in front of her.
He laughed. “I’m still growing. Besides, I need all this to keep my strength up. What I do around the ranch is hard work.”
“And what exactly do you do?”
He smiled over at her. “I’m a horse tamer. I have some of my men stationed out in Nevada. They capture wild horses then ship them to my ranch for me to tame. Once that’s done, I ship them to Montana. My cousin and brother-in-law own a horse-breeding company. My sister works for them as a trainer.”
“Sounds like a family affair.”
“It is.”
Alyssa intentionally kept her head lowered as she ate her sandwich and soup. She didn’t want to risk looking head-on into Clint’s eyes again. Each time she did so made every cell in her body vibrate.
“I’m thinking of getting one of those.”
She raised her head and gazed at him, trying not to zero in on his handsome features, while at the same time ignoring the sensations that flowed through her. “Getting one of what?”
“A website.”
She lifted a brow. “You don’t have one already?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Why would I?”
“Mainly to promote your business.”
“Don’t have to. Durango and McKinnon are in charge of bringing in the customers. We have a private clientele.”
“Oh. Who are Durango and McKinnon?”
He wiped his mouth with a napkin before answering. “Durango is my cousin and McKinnon is married to my sister, Casey. They are my partners and the ones who started the horse-breeding company. Now it has grown to include horse training and horse taming,” he said.
She nodded. “If you did just fine without a website before, then why are you thinking about getting one now?”
He actually looked like he was tired of answering her questions. His tone indicated that he was only answering her in an attempt to be polite. “Because of the foundation I recently started.”
“What foundation?”
“The Sid Roberts Foundation.” And as if he was preparing for her next question, he said, “He was my uncle.”
Her eyes widened. “Sid Roberts? The Sid Roberts? Was your uncle?” she asked incredulously.
“Yes,” he responded, seemingly again with barely tolerant patience. And then as if he’d had enough of her questions he said, “Why don’t you finish eating. Your soup is getting cold.”
* * *
At least he had gotten her to stop talking, Clint thought, taking a sip of his coffee. Although he noticed what she was eating wasn’t much. He’d thought Casey was the only person who considered soup and a sandwich a full-course meal.
Clint leaned back in his chair. The food was great and he was full, so now he could think. Yet he was far from having an answer to their problem. Part of him wanted to start the appeal process and see what would happen. But if the appeal failed, they would have to do the thirty days anyway.
“You didn’t say why you are establishing a foundation for your uncle.”
He glanced over at her. “Didn’t I?” he asked tersely. He couldn’t recall her being this chatty before. In fact, he remembered her as a mousy young woman who didn’t seem to have the fortitude for her job as a Ranger. Although truth be told, he would be the first to give her an A for her acting abilities during their assignment together.
He couldn’t help noticing how the sunlight shining through the window hit her hair at an angle that gave the copper strands a golden tint. He felt a sudden tingling sensation right smack in his gut. He didn’t like the feeling. Since becoming partners with Durango and McKinnon nine months ago, he had placed his social life—and women—on hold.
“No, you didn’t,” she said, breaking into his thoughts and seemingly not the least put off by his cool tone.
He didn’t say anything for a while and then asked, “What do you know about Sid Roberts?”
She smiled. “Only what’s in the history books, as well as what my grandfather shared with me.”
He lifted a brow. “Your grandfather?”
“Yes, he
