by Karen Kelley
What if he hadn’t told her all the lies? Would she have stayed?
Yeah, right. The Barracuda had gone for his throat but ripped his heart out instead. He’d finally admitted it to himself. He liked Nikki more than he’d anticipated. But did she return his feelings?
He’d know soon enough. If she left today, then she was only after the story and everything she’d said and done was all a lie.
Cal left his room, walked down the long hallway and into the main sitting area. Just as he passed a window, he saw a familiar baby blue Jag pull up.
“Great,” he muttered, then stilled when Nikki’s convertible pulled up next to it. They climbed out at the same time, each giving the other the once-over.
His gaze moved to Nikki. She’d changed clothes. Damn, she looked hot. He was really going to miss her. Then he looked at Cynthia. A bad taste formed in his mouth.
“Oh, hell.” Cal looked from one to the other. The instant dislike was palpable. The claws were coming out. He hurried to the front door.
“Hey,” Brian called.
“Talk to you later.” Cal hurried past as Celeste joined his brother.
“Cal,” Cynthia said as he came barreling through the front door. She pulled off her sunglasses and walked to the end of her car. Her blond hair trailed down her back in carefully arranged disarray.
He had to admit, she was a sexy woman, and today was no exception. She wore a tight-fitting black minidress that hugged every one of her curves. Her lips were painted a deep red, and at the moment, they were pouting.
Cynthia. In the flesh, and there was quite a bit of flesh showing. His gaze moved to Nikki. He had a feeling this wasn’t going to be good.
“Hello, Cynthia,” he finally said.
Cynthia’s smile dropped as she turned to Nikki. “If you don’t mind, this is a private conversation.”
“I don’t mind a bit.” Nikki crossed her arms and leaned against her car door.
“What are you doing here, Cynthia?”
Cynthia’s lips pouted even more, if that was possible. “I missed you. I thought by now you would’ve forgotten about our little disagreement. I know I should’ve waited for you to propose before I announced our engagement, but I misunderstood your intentions. We could start over, though.”
He glanced toward Nikki. That little bit of news didn’t look as though it sat well with her.
“I thought you broke off the engagement because he was running around with other women,” Nikki said.
Cynthia raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows. “My Cal never even looked at another woman when we were dating. He didn’t have to because I was all the woman he needed.” Her gaze slid over Nikki. Cynthia curled her lip. “Who are you?”
“She doesn’t matter,” Cal broke in.
“I didn’t think she did, darling.”
Nikki planted her hands on her hips. “Now I don’t matter?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Hell, he didn’t know what he meant anymore.
“I guess the wild youth, the drinking, the steroids were all a lie, too.”
“Are you accusing Cal of taking steroids and drinking?” Cynthia asked. “He’s never done drugs and he certainly isn’t an alcoholic!”
“You lied about everything,” Nikki accused.
“Yeah, I lied.” Cal couldn’t believe Nikki was pissed off. “I told you exactly what you wanted to hear.” He glared at her. “And you accuse me of lying? What about you?”
“All you had to do was throw me off the property, but no, you had to make me pay. The milking, putting me on a horse when you knew damned well I’d never ridden one, gathering eggs, churning butter, that frigging rooster from hell.” She threw her hands in the air. “Then you seduced me!”
“I seduced you?” He glared at her. “Lady, I think you have your facts wrong. You’re the one who seduced me.”
Cynthia’s mouth dropped open as she looked from him to Nikki. “You…you slept with her?”
“No,” Nikki’s words dripped with sarcasm. “We only had sex. There was no sleeping involved.”
“But you love me, Cal.”
Cal ran a hand through his hair, grimacing when he looked at Cynthia. “No, I don’t love you. I didn’t ask you to marry me. We only went on four dates. I don’t think I even like you.”
“Oh! Oh!” Cynthia stomped her foot. “I’m telling Daddy. You’ll be so sorry for treating me like this, Cal Braxton!” She marched to her car and climbed in. She was gone in a flash and a cloud of dust.
“Just print what you want because I don’t give a damn,” he told Nikki, fed up with all women. He turned and stomped back to the front door but stopped at the last second and faced her again. “Consider yourself thrown off this ranch, and I’d really appreciate it if you didn’t come back.”
“That’s fine with me. I was leaving anyway.”
“Of course you were. You thought you had all the dirt you needed.”
She opened her mouth but snapped it shut at the last minute. He wondered what she’d been about to say but then figured it was probably another lie.
She jerked open the car door and climbed inside, following in the wake of Cynthia’s dust.
“Good riddance!” He yelled, even though she wouldn’t have heard him. He went inside, nearly tripping over Brian and Celeste. “What? Have you nothing better to do than eavesdrop?”
“It was kind of hard not to hear,” Brian said while Celeste guiltily downed her head.
“Well, it’s over.”
“You should be happy. You’ve killed two birds with one stone.” Brian laughed.
Cal had no idea what his brother found so amusing. He was certain Brian would explain.
“You slept with the reporter,” Brian said.
Cal frowned. “Yeah, so what?”
Brian grinned. “You also said she reminded you of that old nag Grandpa had. The one with the buckteeth.” He shook his head. “Either you need glasses or there was a spark of interest and you were afraid I might get in on the action.”
“I wasn’t interested,” he growled.
“I think I have a massage or something,” Celeste said, but before she could escape, Brian grabbed her hand.
“I’d say you didn’t want me to go near her, so you lied about her looks. Not getting territorial are you, brother?” Brian asked, looking smug.
“I could care less about her. Now, if the inquisition is over, I think I’ll go to my room and lie down.” He strode past Brian.
“You’re limping. What happened? Tornado finally realize she could do better?”
He sighed and turned back around. “If you must know, I took Nikki fishing and she hooked me.”
“I’d say she hooked you in more ways than one.”
“Whatever.”
His brother was losing his mind. Yeah, so he’d liked Nikki, but look where it had gotten him. He shook his head. No telling what she’d write about him, either. His short laugh held no humor. Whatever she wrote, he doubted it would be good. He hoped she was proud of herself.
He went inside his room and closed the door. Maybe he should’ve thrown her off the property when she’d first arrived and Jeff had told him who she was. His idea to teach her a lesson had backfired.
He lay down on the bed as exhaustion swept over him. But when he closed his eyes, all he saw was Nikki. Nikki milking the cow, even though he could tell she hated touching the animal, but then later, he’d caught her petting Bessie. He smiled. So she hadn’t been as fierce as she’d pretended.
She hadn’t backed down from anything, either. He liked that about her. Cynthia had been a damsel in distress. There was nothing shy and retiring about Nikki.
She hadn’t been at all shy when they’d made love, either. A shudder of regret rippled over him as he remembered how she’d felt, how she’d tasted.
Cal jerked to a sitting position, wincing when the skin pulled taut around the area where he’d been hooked.
What the hell was he going to do n
ow? His career would more than likely be over when Cynthia told her daddy that Cal had broken her heart. Her father spoiled her and Cal didn’t really think the man would let anything slide when it concerned his little girl.
Yep, he was pretty much screwed. Add the article Nikki would write and he could see his career going down the tube.
Brian had once suggested they become partners in the ranch. His idea was starting to look like Cal’s only choice between eating and starving. God, he really hated the country.
“What are you smiling about?” Celeste asked Brian. He still held her hand. She found she was reluctant to pull hers away. It was very comforting. That, and his touch, sent little tingles of pleasure up and down her arms.
“My brother’s in love.”
Her eyebrows shot up. “With whom?” Was there a third woman in the triangle? It all sounded very confusing to her.
“Nikki.”
She shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
“Oh, yeah, he’s in love.”
She looked at her feet, then back at him, chewing her bottom lip. “I told Nikki that Cal knew she was a reporter, but only because I thought he must’ve been joking with you. I mean, she certainly didn’t look like an old nag.” She took a deep breath. “And that’s what you’d told me. I’m sorry if I ruined it for him.”
“You didn’t ruin anything.” He kissed her on top of her head. “My brother is a good judge of character. His gut instinct about people is always right on the mark. I think he sensed Nikki was a good person. I also think he likes her more than he wants to admit right now.”
“But she’s gone.”
He looked down at her, his eyes filled with warmth. “If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.”
She could feel the color drain from her face. That’s what her mother had always said.
His forehead wrinkled in worry. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. It’s just that I remember my mother telling me that very same thing.”
“You had a smart mother.”
She smiled. “Yes, I did.”
“When did you see Nikki?”
“I ran out of mint.”
“You went to the cabin by yourself?”
She nodded. “I felt the presence of the spirit. She’s so very sad. I wish we could help her.”
He pulled her closer to him. “I don’t want you going up there by yourself again.”
She ignored him, wanting to know more. “What do you know about her?”
“My grandmother said a young girl had been murdered there. That’s why Grandma’s parents got the land so cheap. No one wanted the haunted house.”
“Was she really murdered?”
“I never looked into the history of the place.”
“I want to.” She looked up at him. “If you don’t mind?”
“Just don’t go up there by yourself.”
“I won’t.” But she did want to know what had happened. It was almost as if she’d felt a bonding with the spirit. It would be interesting to see what she could discover.
Chapter 28
Nikki stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked like death warmed over. She’d barely slept since she’d returned to Fort Worth, and two weeks of tossing and turning was taking its toll.
“Whoever invented makeup, I thank you,” she muttered before she sponged on liquid foundation and a little blush, then a dusting of face powder.
Better. Not great, but better. The dark circles under her eyes weren’t quite as visible. She didn’t want Marge questioning her any more than she already had.
Marge hadn’t looked as though she’d believed Nikki’s lies about the Cal and Cynthia story being totally worthless. An amicable breakup.
Not that Nikki cared. She wanted to forget her time at the ranch.
Her energy suddenly drained. She tossed her lipstick to the side and plopped down on the toilet seat.
Who was she kidding? She wanted to forget Cal. But it was kind of hard when her dreams were filled with him caressing her, his lips kissing hers, their bodies joining in passion. She closed her eyes and could almost feel…could almost…
She was so pathetic.
Enough! She stood, grabbed the tube of lipstick, and applied it in two quick, sweeping motions before she left the bathroom. She glanced around her tiny apartment to make sure she wasn’t forgetting something, then grabbed her purse and went to the door.
But when she opened it, her gaze fixed on a broad chest. She tried to slam the door, her heart racing, but his foot blocked it.
“Nikki!” Cal said.
She looked up when she heard the familiar voice. “Cal?” Her pulse raced even faster. Had she wished him here? Maybe she was asleep and this was just another delicious dream and he was about to ravish her.
Could you actually ravish someone if they were willing? Who cared? Please don’t let me wake up if it is a dream, she silently prayed.
“Can I come in?” He didn’t wait for her to answer as he brushed past her.
“I didn’t say yes.”
Now that the initial shock was over, why was he here? Did he want to tell her again how despicable he thought she was? Well, she’d already beaten herself up plenty for not telling him the truth. She really doubted he could do more harm.
Dammit, she’d never had any guilt until she met Cal. She wasn’t sure she liked the way he’d turned her life upside down.
“Nice place.”
She glanced around at the clothes draping the sofa, the glass that she’d drank wine out of last night and hadn’t bothered to take to the kitchen. She’d been depressed. She was almost certain somewhere there was a rule book that said you didn’t have to clean house if you were depressed.
“It was the maid’s day off,” she replied, her words dripping sarcasm.
“So I see.”
He turned around, facing her, then very slowly, as though he was making sure he didn’t miss an inch, his gaze roamed over her.
“What are you doing here?” She shut the door when a curious neighbor walked by, his steps slowing. Cal was no one’s business besides her own and she wasn’t about to air her dirty laundry in public.
“You didn’t write the article,” he said, his gaze moving back to her face.
“Yeah, well, you’re not that interesting. I’m sorry to disappoint you.”
“I would’ve thought you’d have been more worried about a lawsuit for libel. It’s not as though you had any information you could actually use.”
“That, too.” There was a gleam in his eyes. She wasn’t sure she trusted him. But Lord, she drank in the sight of him. It seemed like forever since she’d seen him, rather than only two weeks. Her body had already started to come alive, a familiar need racing through her.
“Something interesting happened.” He leaned against the back of her sofa, then picked up a thong, fingering the black lace.
She marched over and yanked the undergarment out of his hands. He only grinned.
“What could have possibly happened that would drag you to my doorstep? We both know what you think of me.” He was making her nervous. She didn’t like feeling nervous.
“Cynthia told her daddy that I broke it off with her, but the strangest thing happened—he called me.”
She hadn’t thought it would get back to Cal. “So?” she hedged, then realized she was making knots out of her thong. She tossed the garment onto the end table.
“Her father said he didn’t plan on raking me over the coals. He wanted to make that perfectly clear.”
“I’m happy for you.” She walked to the door. “I really need to get to work now. It was nice to see you again.”
He didn’t budge from his spot. “It seems two hotshot, badass lawyers called him and threatened to expose a few things about him if he didn’t let the matter drop. He wanted me to call them off. I don’t suppose you know who they might have been.”
She shrugged. “No, why should I?” When he didn’t say anythi
ng she gave up the fight. “I called my parents and asked for a favor. It was no biggie.”
“I wanted to say thank you.”
“You’ve said it, now good-bye.”
He straightened, then slowly walked toward her. “Why did you ask them to do it?”
She shrugged again. “Cynthia was a bitch. I knew she would run to daddy.”
“And?”
She frowned. “And I lied right from the very start. I wanted the story and that’s all I cared about.”
“And?”
Her palms began to sweat. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
He rested his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t you?”
Man, when he went for revenge, he went for it. He wanted to know the truth. Okay, she’d give it to him. “I care for you. There, are you happy?”
He quirked an eyebrow. “Just care? Is that all?”
When she looked up at him he lowered his head, his mouth taking hers. A shiver ran through her. God, it seemed like forever since she’d tasted him on her lips. She sighed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
But before the kiss could go very far, he broke it off. “Just care? Is that all you feel for me, Nikki?” He teased the back of her neck, lightly massaging.
“No, dammit, I love you,” she whispered. “There, I’ve said it. Now are you satisfied?”
“Why the hell did you let me suffer the last two weeks?” He hugged her close.
“I didn’t think you’d ever want to see me again. What I did was so wrong. It’s one thing to alert the public to dirty politicians and businesses out to fleece the innocent, but it was different with you.”
She pulled away and looked at him again as what he’d said finally sunk into her brain. “You said I made you suffer. How did I make you suffer?”
“Haven’t you guessed?”
She shook her head.
“I fell in love with you the second I answered the phone.”
Her smile was slow. “Was that before or after I told you I liked it rough?”
“Before, after, and during.”
He pressed his mouth to hers again. Her body trembled with need. God, how she’d missed this man. He was her life, her soul. He was each breath she took or would ever take.