“I do. She’s everything. And I won’t hurt her. I promise. I won’t trap her.”
His words were soft and solemn. They made her ache, because they felt like…like an apology to her. She nodded and ducked her head. She needed to get back to work, to remember that he was her boss, and only her temporary boss at that.
But before she could slide back under the truck, he knelt beside her. “I’m sorry for what happened to you back then.”
Oh, no. Pity again. “Don’t be. It made me strong.”
“All right. Then I’m glad that you got to escape and had the chance to see the world.”
“And I apologize for interfering.”
“You were concerned about Lily.”
She shrugged. She didn’t want to be concerned about Lily. She absolutely could not open that door. The risk of being destroyed was too great.
“Ivy?”
“What?”
“Look at me.”
She didn’t want to, but if she didn’t, he would think she was weak.
“Some of those women have been giving you the cold shoulder, haven’t they?”
“They have their reasons.”
“I can’t think of a single good one. I’ll talk to them.”
Reaching out, she curved her palm around his bare biceps, clamping down, trying not to notice the sensation of her skin against his. “No.”
“It’s not right.”
“It is what it is. I’ll handle things.”
“You’re my employee. I can’t have people mistreating you.”
“If you think that you chastising them for not liking me will change their minds, you’re totally clueless. Some of them are half in love with you.”
He frowned. “Ivy…”
“Noah…please don’t. It won’t help, and it doesn’t matter anyway. I won’t be here long enough for it to matter.” It was a warning to herself. She didn’t want to become one of those women. She didn’t want any man having power over her again.
He blew out an exasperated breath. “Only half in love?” he suddenly said.
“What?”
He gave her a slow grin. “The women. Only half in love with me?”
“You’re good. Maybe that’s why you’re the boss.”
“Good at what?”
“At turning a topic around. At dispelling tension.”
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He looked into her eyes, and she saw the fire burning there. Oh, yeah, he was right. There was plenty of tension here.
“I have to be smart,” he said. “And not follow my instincts. You understand what I mean?”
How could she not when he glanced down to where her fingers were still curled around his arm? The very sight made her long to slide her hand higher, up his arm, down his chest. Instantly she let go of him.
“People can get hurt,” he said. He meant her. Somehow she knew he meant her.
“I won’t.”
“Because you’re strong?”
No. She wasn’t that strong. “Because I know what happens when a woman lets a man have power over her. I’ve done it before. My father. My husband. The results were disastrous, so I’m pretty much done with men.”
“Pretty much?”
She frowned. “I’m getting there. I want to be completely done, but I’m only human. I still feel desire.”
Noah groaned. “I really wish you hadn’t said that.”
“Why?”
His answer was to swoop in and kiss her. Just once…and once was not enough. Not nearly. Her lips stung, burned, ached. She barely resisted the urge to press against him and return the kiss. In fact, she was leaning into him when she caught herself. And saved herself by quickly picking up her oil wrench and slipping beneath the car.
Fiddling with the car, she fought to calm herself. “Now I’m done,” she said.
“With the oil change?”
“With men.”
“Good. I’m holding you to your word. I don’t trust myself not to touch you again, so I’m just going to have to trust you.”
Don’t trust me, Ivy thought. But hadn’t she just told him that she was strong?
Be strong. Be smart, she thought as she yanked on the wrench and removed the filter. I will, she promised. Because if she just stayed away from Noah, banked her paychecks and let the hourglass run out, nothing could happen. Right?
Chapter Five
NOAH WAS IN THE KITCHEN finishing breakfast with Lily when a car pulled up in front of the house. Mary Sue Morris, who ran the flower shop in town, emerged, wearing a slinky dress that this ranch had never seen the likes of before. Half a minute later she knocked on the door. Had she been one of the women who had criticized his parenting skills?
Marta opened it just as Noah moved away from the window and into the living room. “Mary Sue,” he said with a frown. “Problem?”
Her cheeks turned bright pink. “Oh. No. I’m just—I’m looking for Ivy. She was in town the other day, and…well, I need to get to know her better. Is she around?”
Yes. He’d seen her come out of her house a few minutes ago wearing those jeans that fit her long legs and curves perfectly, a white shirt, and a pale blue scarf at her throat that made him want to untie it with his teeth and kiss the tender skin that lay beneath. Darn it, he could not be this way about a woman who would leave, a woman who hated ranching and a woman who was afraid of his child. And yet he was aware of her. Constantly. The sensation of her in his arms, his lips on hers drove him crazy. Constantly.
He glared. Mary Sue smiled at him brightly. What in hell was that about?
“Ivy’s working.” His voice was gruff.
The woman shrugged. “That’s perfectly okay, Noah. It’s been so long since you and I talked, anyway.”
They had never really talked. And he certainly didn’t want to talk now, especially if she was going to bring the conversation around to Lily and his deficiencies as a father.
“It’s probably time for Ivy’s
