get into the car first, then climbed in after her. It was spacious in the backseat with room to stretch her arms and legs. Yet she couldn’t mistake Tagg’s formidable presence inside the car. He took up space with confidence, as if he had a right to it. The door slammed shut from the outside and the driver got behind the wheel. “I’ll get you to the airstrip in good time, Mr. Worth.” And soon the car was moving off Sullivan land.
Tagg the CFO was just as formidable as Tagg the rodeo champion and equally as cool and distant. Callie wondered if she could penetrate the walls he’d erected. She wondered if Tagg would ever let her get close enough to try. Before she had to tell him about the baby. Keeping her secret from such a man could prove dangerous, and she prayed every day she wasn’t making a colossal mistake.
She slid a glance his way and caught him looking at her legs. When their eyes met, he smiled then turned away to gaze out the window at the passing scenery: miles and miles of the same, pastures and cattle, horses and fences.
She hated that his smile alone could wilt her.
He’s your fantasy man, she reminded herself.
Hang in there, Callie.
Tagg didn’t like airports. He didn’t like flying. But he never let that stop him from getting where he needed to go. It wasn’t fear, but a deep-rooted loathing of anything related to planes. Heather’s crash came too easily to mind when he was near a small airstrip. After that fateful day, he’d stopped taking the Worth family jet and, shortly thereafter, his brothers had decided to close down that piece of land in his wife’s memory.
They boarded a commercial airliner at Sky Harbor International Airport. Tagg made sure they had secluded seating in first class. He didn’t want Callie to be cramped or uncomfortable. And he wanted her to have a good time, but he wouldn’t delve too deeply into why that mattered to him.
Once they were settled and the plane had taken off, Tagg unfastened his seat belt and turned to Callie. “I get how you know horses. You pretty much can’t not know about them growing up on a ranch. But I’m puzzled. How are you an expert with children?”
He watched as she tried to undo the seat belt, her slender fingers fumbling with the stubborn latch. “I, uh, oh, this is really impossible,” she said, her mouth creasing down.
Tagg grinned. “Here.” He leaned over and worked the clasp. Without the slightest resistance, he managed to free her. He was close, leaning in so that his shoulder brushed hers. The subtle female scent he’d resisted while on the drive over invaded his nostrils and he breathed her in fully. Was it her hair, her skin, her perfume that made her smell so damn good?
Tagg slid her a glance and looked into her soft dark eyes. They glistened like melting caramel as she met his gaze softly. “Thank you,” she said.
Tagg looked at her for another second before righting himself and leaning back in his seat. “No problem.”
She relaxed a little, the frustrated frown gone from her face now. “To answer your question, I went to Boston College. I earned my degree in psychology and I worked for some time for the Department of Social Services. It was dry, boring work, not what I really wanted to do. But then something happened to me. I got … mugged.”
Tagg blinked. That was a word foreign to small towns and big ranches. “You got mugged?” he repeated.
“Yeah, I did,” she said, and then her expression turned soft. Almost dreamlike. “It was sort of strange. I couldn’t believe it was happening.”
“Did he hurt you?” Tagg asked. He didn’t understand her wistful expression.
“Oh, no, nothing like that. And it wasn’t a he. It was a she. And she was all of eleven years old.”
“A little girl mugged you?”
“Yes. I could hardly believe it. One minute I’m walking down a crowded street in an upscale part of town, and the next, I feel my purse being yanked off my shoulder. She caught me so off guard that even as I watched her run away, I didn’t understand what had just happened. She was so young and obviously neglected. I could tell from her clothes and the way her hair spiked in ten different directions, like she hadn’t seen a bath in weeks.”
“Did you call the police?”
“No. I ran after her.”
Tagg narrowed his eyes. “You?”
“Of course me. Hey, I was raised chasing dogs and riding horses. I climbed fences with the best of them. And there was something so … I don’t know … so vulnerable and almost apologetic in that girl’s expression that I knew I had to find out more. I had to catch up to her and, well, I had to get my purse back.”
“And did you?”
Callie smiled quickly. “Yes. She led me on a wild goose chase for blocks and blocks. I ended up in a bad part of town. Rundown buildings and all. Finally, she stopped and turned to me and we stared at each other. Both of us were completely out of breath. She flung my handbag at me and told me to take my dumb stupid purse.
“When I thought she’d run away, she started sobbing big, uncontrollable tears.”
Callie shifted in her seat and faced him. “Her name was Amber. And she had a little brother named Georgie. Her mother had been ill for a long time and they had very little money. Amber told me she’d never stolen before and I believed her.”
Callie went on to explain how she’d gotten Amber’s mother the medical help she needed. And how she’d begun working at a foundation for underprivileged children in her spare time. Amber and Georgie were the first of many children she’d counseled at the foundation. “From then on, I knew I wanted to work with children.”
“But, if you loved it so much, why did you come back?”
Callie smiled. “I never intended on living back East. I’m really a country girl and when my father had a scare with his heart, I knew it was time to come home.”
Her lips pulled down and she spoke with frustration, “But nothing I do seems to matter. He’s like a tornado. I can’t stop him or slow him down. And he thinks he knows what’s best for me. Even now.”
From her tone Tagg could tell it was a sore subject. He didn’t want to get into a conversation about Callie’s old man, so he let the subject drop.
The plane landed right on time and the taxi drive to the hotel took less than fifteen minutes.
Callie turned to him when the taxi pulled into a long driveway on the Las Vegas Strip. “The Bellagio? I assumed we’d stay with your friend at his ranch.”
Tagg shrugged. “We own a suite here. On the top floor. I like to stretch out when I’m in town.”
“Okay.” Her eyes flickered over the length of him but he couldn’t tell what she was thinking.
Stretching out was the very least he wanted to do tonight. And he’d finally admitted that to himself when he saw Jed drooling all over Callie today. He’d declined John’s invitation to stay at his house in North Las Vegas. He wanted Callie. Alone. If she was willing. He was through denying it.
“Do you come here often?”
