Books By Diana Palmer

by Palmer, Diana

  Leo watched her walk away with conflicting emotions. He didn't want to believe—he wouldn't believe—that he'd been played for a sucker. He'd seen Janie trying to become a cattleman with his own eyes, trying to compete with him. He knew that she wanted him because she'd tried contin- ually to tempt him when he went to visit her father. She flirted shamelessly with him. She'd melted in his arms, melted under the heat of his kisses. She hadn't made a single protest at the intimate way he'd held her. She felt possessive of him, and he couldn't really blame her, be­cause it was his own lapse of self-control that had given her the idea that he wanted her. Maybe he did, physically, but Janie was a novice and he didn't seduce innocents. Her father was a business associate. It certainly wouldn't be good business to cut his own throat with Fred by making a casual lover of Janie.

  He finished the whiskey and put the glass down. He felt light-headed. That was what came of drinking when he hadn't done it in a long time. This was stupid. He had to stop behaving like an idiot just because Fred Brewster's little girl had cut him dead in the receiving line and treated him like an old man. He forced himself to walk normally but he almost tripped over Cag on the way.

  His brother caught him by the shoulders. "Whoa, there,' he said with a grin. "You're wobbling."

  Leo pulled himself up. "That whiskey must be 200 proof," he said defensively.

  "No. You're just not used to it. Leave your car here when it's time to go," he added firmly. "Tess and I will drop Marilee off and take you home. You're in no fit state to drive."

  Leo sighed heavily. "I guess not. Stupid thing to do."

  "What, drinking or helping Marilee stab Janie in the back?"

  Leo's eyes narrowed on his older brother's lean, hard face. "Does Tess tell you everything?"

  He shrugged. "We're married."

  "If I ever get married," Leo told him, "my wife isn't going to tell anybody anything. She's going to keep her mouth shut."

  "Not much danger of your getting married, with that attitude," Cag mused.

  Leo squared his shoulders. "Marilee looks really great tonight," he pointed out.

  "She looks pretty sick to me," Cag countered, eyeing the object of their conversation, who was standing alone against the opposite wall, trying to look invisible. "She should, too, after spreading that gossip around town about Janie chasing you."

  "Janie did that, not Marilee," Leo said belligerently. "She didn't have any reason to make it sound like we were engaged, just because I kissed her."

  Cag's eyebrows lifted. "You kissed her?"

  "It wasn't much of a kiss," Leo muttered gruffly. "She's so green, it's pathetic!"

  "She won't stay that way long around Harley," Cag chuckled. "He's no playboy, but women love him since he helped our local merks take on that drug lord Manuel Lopez and won. I imagine he'll educate Janie."

  Leo's dark eyes narrowed angrily. He hated the thought of Harley kissing her. He really should do something about that. He blinked, trying to focus his mind on the problem.

  "Don't trip over the punch bowl," Cag cautioned dryly. "And for God's sake, don't try to dance. The gossips would have a field day for sure!"

  "I could dance if I wanted to," Leo informed him.

  Cag leaned down close to his brother's ear. "Don't ‘want to.' Trust me." He turned and went back to Tess, smiling as he led her onto the dance floor.

  Leo joined Marilee against the wall.

  She glanced at him and grimaced. "I've just become the Bubonic Plague," she said with a miserable sigh. "Joe Howland from the hardware store is here with his wife," she added uncomfortably. "He's telling people what you said to Janie and that I was responsible for her getting the rough side of your tongue."

  He glanced down at her. "How is it your fault?"

  She looked at her shoes instead of at him. She felt guilty and hurt and ashamed. "I sort of told Janie that you said you'd like her better if she could ride and rope and make biscuits, and stop dressing up all the time."

  He stiffened. He felt the jolt all the way to his toes. "You told her that?"

  "I did." She folded her arms over her breasts and stared toward Janie, who was dancing with Harley and apparently having a great time. "There's more," she added, steeling herself to admit it. "It wasn't exactly true that she was telling people you were taking her to this dance."

  "Marilee, for God's sake! Why did you lie?" he de­manded.

  "She's just a kid, Leo," she murmured uneasily. "She doesn't know beans about men or real life, she's been pro­tected and pampered, she's got money, she's pretty...." She moved restlessly. "I like you a lot. I'm older, more mature. I thought, if she was just out of the picture for a little bit, you...you might start to like me."

  Now he understood the look on Janie's face when he'd made those accusations. Tess was right. Marilee had lied. She'd stabbed her best friend in the back, and he'd helped her do it. He felt terrible.

  "You don't have to tell me what a rat I am," she con­tinued, without looking up at him. "I must have been crazy to think Janie wouldn't eventually find out that I was lying about her." She managed to meet his angry eyes. "She never gossiped about you, Leo. She wanted you to take her to this party so much that it was all she talked about for weeks. But she never told anybody you were going to. She thought I was helping her by hinting that she'd like you to ask her." She laughed coldly. "She was the best friend I ever had, and I've stabbed her in the back. She'll never speak to me again after tonight, and I deserve whatever I get. For what it's worth, I'm really sorry."

  Leo was still trying to adjust to the truth. He could talk himself blue in the face, but Janie would never listen to him now. He was going to be about as welcome as a fly at her house from now on, especially if Fred found out what Leo had said to and about her. It would damage their friendship. It had already killed whatever feeling Janie had for him. He knew that without the wounded, angry glances she sent his way from time to time.

  "You said you didn't want her chasing you," Marilee reminded him weakly, trying to find one good thing to say.

  "No danger of that from now on, is there?" he agreed, biting off the words.

  "None at all. So a little good came out of it."

  He looked down at her with barely contained anger. "How could you do that to her?"

  "I don't even know." She sighed raggedly. "I must have been temporarily out of my mind." She moved away from the wall. "I wonder if you'd mind driving me home? I...I really don't want to stay any longer."

  "I can't drive. Cag's taking us home."

  "You can't drive? Why?" she exclaimed.

  "I think the polite way of saying it is that I'm stinking drunk," he said with glittery eyes blazing down at her.

  She grimaced. No need to ask why he'd gotten that way. "Sorry," she said inadequately.

  "You're sorry. I'm sorry. It doesn't change anything." He looked toward Janie, conscious of new and painful re­grets. It all made sense now, her self-improvement cam­paign. She'd been dragged through mud, thrown from horses, bruised and battered in a valiant effort to become what she thought Leo wanted her to be.

  He winced. "She could have killed herself," he said hus­kily. “She hadn't been on a horse in ages or worked around cattle." He looked down at Marilee with a black scowl. "Didn't you realize that?"

  "I wasn't thinking at the time," Marilee replied. "I've always worked around the ranch, because I had to. I never thought of Janie being in any danger. But I guess she was, at that. At least she didn't get hurt."

  "That's what you think," Leo muttered, remembering how she'd looked at the hardware store.

  Marilee shrugged and suddenly burst into tears. She dashed toward the ladies' room to hide them.

  At the same time, Harley left Janie at the buffet table and went toward the rest rooms himself.

  Leo didn't even think. He walked straight up to Janie and caught her by the hand, pulling her along with him.

  "What do you think you're doing?" she raged. "Let go of me!"

 
; He ignored her. He led her right out the side door and onto the stone patio surrounded by towering plants that, in spring, were glorious in blossom. He pulled the glass door closed behind him and moved Janie off behind one of the plants.

  "I want to talk to you," he began, trying to get his mud­dled mind to work.

  She pulled against his hands. "I don't want to talk to you!" she snapped. "You go right back in there to your date, Leo Hart! You brought Marilee, not me!"

  "I want to tell you..." he tried again.

  She aimed a kick at his shin that almost connected.

  He sidestepped, overbalancing her so that she fell heavily against him. She felt good in his arms, warm, delicate and sweetly scented. His breath caught at the feel of her soft skin under his hands where the dress was low-cut in back.

  "Harley will...be missing me!" she choked.

  "Damn Harley," he murmured huskily and the words went into her mouth as he bent and took it hungrily.

  His arms swallowed her, warm under the dark evening suit, where her hands rested just at his rib cage. His mouth was ardent, insistent, on her parted lips.

  He forced them apart, nipping the upper one with his teeth while his hands explored the softness of her skin. He was getting drunk on her perfume. He felt himself going taut as he registered the hunger he was feeling to get her even closer. It wasn't enough....

  His hands went to her hips and jerked them hard into the thrust of his big body, so that she could feel how aroused he was.

  She stiffened and then tried to twist away, frantic at the weakness he was making her feel. He couldn't do this. She couldn't let him do it. He was only making a point, showing her that she couldn't resist him. He didn't even like her anymore. He'd brought her best friend to the most talked-about event in town!

  "You...let me go!" she sobbed, tearing her mouth from his. "I hate you, Leo Hart!"

  He was barely able to breathe, much less think, but he wasn't letting go. His eyes glittered down at her. "You don't hate me," he denied. "You want me. You tremble every time I get within a foot of you. It's so noticeable a blind man couldn't mistake it." He pulled her close, watch­ing her face as her thighs touched his. "A woman's passion arouses a man's," he whispered roughly. "You made me want you."

  "You said I made you sick," she replied, her voice choking on the word.

  "You do." His lips touched her ear. "When a man is this aroused, and can't satisfy the hunger, it makes him sick," he said huskily, with faint insolence. He dragged her hips against his roughly. "Feel that? You've got me so hot I can't even think...!" Leo broke off abruptly as Janie stomped on his foot.

  "Does that help?" she asked while he was hobbling on the foot her spiked heel hadn't gone into.

  She moved back from him, shaking with desire and an­ger, while he cursed roundly and without inhibition.

  "That's what you get for making nasty remarks to women!" she said furiously. "You don't want me! You said so! You want Marilee. That's why you're taking her around with you. Remember me? I'm that gossiping pest who runs after you everywhere. Except that I'll never do it again, you can bet your life on that! I wouldn't have you on ice cream!"

  He stood uneasily on both feet, glaring at her. "Sure you would," he said with a venomous smile. His eyes glittered like a diamondback uncoiling. "Just now, I could have had you in the rosebushes. You'd have done anything I wanted."

  He was right. That was what hurt the most. She pushed back her disheveled hair with a trembling hand. "Not any­more," she said, feeling sick. "Not when I know what you really think of me."

  "Harley brought you," he said coldly. "He's a boy play­ing at being a man."

  "He's closer to my age than you are, Mr. Hart!" she shot back.

  His face hardened and he took a quick step toward her.

  "That's what you've said from the start," she reminded him, near tears. "I'm just a kid, you said. I'm just a kid with a crush, just your business associate's pesky daugh­ter."

  He'd said that. He must have been out of his mind. Look­ing at her now, with that painful maturity in her face, he couldn't believe he'd said any such thing. She was all woman. And she was with Harley. Damn Harley!

  "Don't worry, I won't tell Dad that you tried to seduce me on the patio with your new girlfriend standing right inside the room," she assured him. "But if you ever touch me again, I'll cripple you, so help me God!"

  She whirled and jerked open the patio door, slamming it behind her as she moved through the crowd toward the buffet table.

  Leo stood alone in the cold darkness with a sore foot, wondering why he hadn't kept his mouth shut. If a bad situation could get worse, it just had.

  Chapter Four

  Jamie and Harley were back on the dance floor by the time Leo made his way inside, favoring his sore foot.

  Marilee was standing at the buffet table, looking as miserable as he felt.

  “Harley just gave me hell,” she murmured tightly as he joined her. “He said I was lower than a snake’s belly, and it would serve me right if Janie never spoke to me again.” She looked up at him with red-rimmed eyes. “Do you think your brother would mind dropping us off now? He could come right back…”

  “I’ll ask him,” Leo said, sounding absolutely fed up.

  He found Cag talking to Corrigan and Rey at the buffet table. Their wives were in another circle, talking to each other.

  “Could you run Marilee home now nad drop me off on the way back?” he asked Cag in a subdued tone.

  Corrigan gaped at him. “You’ve never left a dance until the band packed up.”

  Leo sighed. “There’s a first time for everything.”

  The women joined them. Cag tugged Tess close. “I have to run Leo and Marilee home.”

  Tess’s eyebrows went up. “Now? Why so early?”

  Leo glared. His brothers cleared their throats.

  “Never mind,” Cag said quickly. “I won’t be a minute…”

  “Rey and I would be glad to do it…” Meredith volun-teered, with a nod from her husband.

  “No need,” Dorie said with a smile, cuddling close to her husband. “Corrigan can run Leo and Marilee home and come right back. “Can’t you, sweetheart?” she added.

  “Sure I can,” he agreed, lost in her pretty eyes.

  “But you two don’t usually leave until the band does either,” Leo pointed out. “You’ll miss most of the rest of the dance if you drive us.”

  “Corrigan pursed his lips. “Oh, we’ve done our dancing for the night. Haven’t we, sweetheart?” he prompted.

  Dorie’s eyes twinkled. She nodded. “Indeed we have! I’ll just catch up on talk until he comes back. We can have the last dance together. Don’t give it a thought, Leo.”

  Leo was feeling the liquor more with every passing minute, but he was feeling all sorts of undercurrents. The women looked positively gleeful. His brothers were exchanging strange looks.

  Corrigan looked past Leo to Cag and Rey. “You can all come by our house after the dance,” he promised.

  “What for?” Leo wanted to know, frowning suspiciously.

  Corrigan hesitated and Cag scowled.

  Rey cleared his throat. “Bull problems,” he said finally, with a straight face. “Corrigan’s advising me.”

  “He’s advising me, too,” Cag said with a grin. “He’s advising both of us.”

  All three of htem looked guilty as hell. “I know more about bulls than Corrigan does,” Leo pointed out. “Why don’t you ask me?”

  "Because you're in a hurry to go home," Corrigan im­provised. “Let's go."

  Leo went to get Marilee. She said a subdued, hurried goodbye to Cag and Rey and then their wives. Leo waited patiently, vaguely aware that Cag and Rey were standing apart, talking in hushed whispers. They were both staring at Leo.

  As Marilee joined him, Leo began to get the idea. Cor­rigan had sacrificed dancing so that he could pump Leo for gossip and report back to the others. They knew he was drinking, which he never did, and th
ey'd probably seen him hobble back into the room. Then he'd wanted to leave early. It didn't take a mind reader to put all that together. Something had happened, and his brothers—not to mention their wives—couldn't wait to find out what. He glared at Corrigan, but his brother only grinned.

  "Let's go, Marilee," Leo said, catching her by the arm.

  She gave one last, hopeful glance at Janie, but was point­edly ignored. She followed along with Leo until the music muted to a whisper behind them.

  When Marilee had been dropped off, and they were alone in the car, Corrigan glanced toward his brother with mis­chievous silvery eyes and pursed his lips.

  "You're limping."

  Leo huffed. "You try walking normally when some crazy woman's tried to put her heel through your damned boot!"

  "Marilee stepped on you?" Corrigan said much too carelessly.

  "Janie stepped on me, on purpose!"

  "What were you doing to her at the time?"

  Leo actually flushed. It was visible in the streetlight they stopped under waiting for a red light to change on the high­way.

  "Well!" Corrigan exclaimed with a knowing expression.

  "She started it," he defended himself angrily. "All these months, she's been dressing to the hilt and waylaying me every time I went to see her father. She damned near se­duced me on the cooking table in her kitchen last month, and then she goes and gets on her high horse because I said a few little things I shouldn't have when she was eaves­dropping!"

  "You said a lot of little things," his brother corrected. "And from what I hear, she left town in a dangerous rush and had to be slowed down by our new assistant chief. In fact, you called and asked him to do it. Good thinking."

  "Who told you that?" Leo demanded.

  Corrigan grinned. "Our new assistant chief."

  "Grier can keep his nose out of my business or I'll punch it for him!"

  "He's got problems of his own, or didn't you notice him step outside with Judd Dunn just before we left?" Corrigan whistled softly. "Christabel may think she's her own woman, but Judd doesn't act like any disinterested husband I ever saw."