Honey and the Hired Hand

by Joan Johnston

  He leapt out of bed like a lion from its den, roaring with anger. He was naked, and she had never seen him look so powerful. Or so seductive to her senses.

  He grabbed for her and she stepped out of his way. "You bastard!" she hissed.

  "Honey, what the hell-"

  "Don't come any closer." She held up the buggy whip she had found in the barn, a relic of days gone by. "I'll use this," she threatened.

  "What's going on here?" Jesse demanded. "It's a little late for outraged virtue."

  "Outraged virtue! You low-down mealy-mouthed skunk!" she raged. "You stole my bull!"

  She wanted him to deny it. With all her heart she yearned for him to say he was innocent. But the dark flush she could plainly see working its way up his naked flesh from his powerful shoulders, to his love-bruised neck, landing finally on his strong cheekbones, was as blatant a statement of guilt as she had ever heard.

  "How could you?" she breathed, more hurt now than angry. "I trusted you." Then the anger was back, and she wielded the whip with all the fury of humiliation and pain she felt at his betrayal. "I trusted you!"

  The whip landed once across his shoulders before he reached out and jerked it from her hands. He threw it across the room and pulled her into his arms.

  Honey fought him, beating at him with her fists and kicking at him with her feet until he threw her down on the soaking-wet bed where he subdued her with his weight.

  "Stop it, Honey! That's enough!"

  "I hate you!" she cried. "I hate you! I hate you!"

  She burst into gasping sobs and turned her head away so he wouldn't see the tears she cried over him. She lay still, emotionally devastated, as he kissed them away.

  "Honey." His voice sounded like gravel. "I'm sorry."

  "Where's-my-bull?" she gritted out between clenched teeth.

  "In a safe place," he said.

  Honey moaned. His words were final confirmation that he had used her, lied to her, stolen from her.

  "It's not what you think," he began.

  She turned to face him, eyes blazing. "Can you deny that you lied to me?"

  "No, but-"

  "That you stole General?"

  "I did, but-"

  She growled deep in her throat and bucked against him.

  "If you know what's good for you, you'll lie still," Jesse warned.

  Honey froze, suddenly aware of the fact he was naked, and they were in bed. "Don't you dare touch me. I'll fight you. I'll kick and scratch and-''

  "If you'll just shut up for a minute, I can explain everything."

  "I don't want to hear your excuses, you bastard. I-"

  He kissed her to shut her up.

  Honey felt the punishment in his kiss, and it was easy to fight his anger with her own, to arch her body against the weight of his, to grip the male fingers threaded through her own and struggle against his domination.

  The more she fought, the more her body responded to the provocation of his. He insinuated his thigh between her legs knowing it would excite her. At the same time his mouth gentled and his lips and tongue came seeking the taste of her, dark like honey, rich and full. She fought his strength, but his hands held hers captive on either side of her head while he ravished her.

  "Don't," she pleaded, aware she was succumbing to the desire that had never been far below the surface. "Don't."

  She was helpless to deny him. He was stronger than she. To her surprise, he stopped kissing her and raised himself on his elbows so he could look at her.

  "Are you ready to listen now?"

  She turned her head away and closed her eyes.

  He shoved one of her hands back behind her and held it there with the weight of his body while he grabbed her chin with his now-free hand and forced her to look at him.

  "Open your eyes and look at me," he commanded.

  When she didn't, his mouth came down hard on hers. "Open your eyes, Honey. I'm going to keep kissing you until you do."

  Faced with that threat, her eyes flashed open and she glared at him.

  His dark eyes burned with fury. His mouth was taut. A muscle jerked in his cheek. "There is an explanation for everything," he gritted out.

  "I'll bet!" she retorted.

  "Shut up and listen!"

  She snorted. But she stayed mute.

  He opened his mouth and closed it several times. Searching for more lies, Honey thought. He closed his eyes and when he opened them again, she saw regret.

  "I don't know how to say this except to say it," he began.

  She waited, wondering how she could bear to hear that the man she had spent the night making love to, the man she had begun to think herself in love with, was part of a gang of murdering rustlers.

  He took a deep breath and said, "I'm a Texas Ranger. I'm working undercover to catch the leader of the gang of rustlers that's been stealing from ranches in this area."

  Honey couldn't believe her ears. Her first reaction was relief. Jesse wasn't a thief! The very next was anger-make that fury. He had lied to her! It was a lie of omission, but a lie all the same to keep her ignorant of his true identity. Finally there was hopelessness. Which was foolish because she had never really had much hope that the drifter would settle down. Now that she knew Jesse was a Texas Ranger, the situation was clear. He would leave her when his job was done. Not that it really mattered. She would never repeat the mistake she had made with Cale.

  "Honey? Say something?"

  "Let me up."

  "Not until I explain."

  "You've said enough."

  "I didn't want to lie to you, but Dallas-"

  " Dallas was in on this? I'll kill him," Honey muttered.

  Jesse was pleased by the fire in her eyes after the awful dullness he had seen when he had told her the truth. Or at least as much of the truth as he could tell her.

  " Dallas was under orders, too," Jesse continued. ' 'The Captain thought it would be better if you were kept in the dark. Because of…" His voice trailed off as he realized he couldn't tell her the rest of it. "I mean…I guess he thought you would understand, having been the wife of a Texas Ranger, why it was necessary."

  "I understand, all right," Honey said heatedly. "You used me without a thought to the pain and anguish it would cause."

  "How much of what you're feeling is the result of losing General and how much the result of my deceiving you?" Jesse asked in a quiet voice. "General would have been returned within a day or so at the most and no harm done. I hadn't counted on what happened between us, Honey."

  "You never should have touched me."

  "I know," he said.

  "You should have left me completely alone."

  "I know," he said.

  "Why didn't you?"

  "Because I couldn't. I didn't know I would find the other half of myself here, now, under these circumstances."

  Honey swallowed over the lump that had suddenly risen in her throat. She closed her eyes to shut out the tenderness in his dark-eyed gaze.

  "I love you, Honey."

  When her eyes opened they revealed an agony she hadn't ever wanted to feel again, "Don't! Don't say things you don't mean!"

  "I've never meant anything more in my life."

  "Well, I don't love you!" she retorted.

  "Who's lying now, Honey?"

  "This can never work, Jesse. Even if you could settle down, and I'm not sure you can, you're a Texas Ranger."

  "What does that have to do with anything?"

  "I don't want to spend my life worrying about whether you're going to come home to me at the end of the day. I had no choice with Cale. But I have one now. And I choose not to live my life like that."

  "I can't-won't-change my life for you," Jesse said, disturbed by the narrow lines she was drawing.

  "I'm not asking you to," Honey said.

  "Where does that leave us?"

  "You've got a job to finish. I assume you're going to meet with the rustlers and exchange General for a great deal of money?"
r />   He grinned crookedly. "That was the plan."

  "Then I suggest you go to work."

  Jesse sobered for a moment. "Things aren't over between us."

  She didn't argue with him. There was no sense in it. As soon as his job was done he would be leaving. She felt the pain of loss already. Even if he had been the drifter he first professed to be, he would have been moving on sooner or later. She had always known Jesse wouldn't be hanging around. Only now his leaving had a certainty that allowed her to begin accepting-and grieving-his loss.

  She searched his features, absorbing them, cataloguing them so she would remember them. Her eyes skipped to the body she had adored last night, and she noticed a huge red welt on his right shoulder that had previously been hidden by the pillow.

  "Oh, my God, Jesse. Look what I've done to you!"

  Jesse gasped as she reached out and touched the spot where the horsewhip had cut into his flesh.

  She pushed at his chest. "Let me up, Jesse. I need to get some salve for that before it gets any worse than it is."

  Honey didn't know what she would have done if he hadn't let her up just then. She was feeling so many things-remorse and embarrassment and love. And the love seemed to be winning out. She didn't want to care for this man. It would only hurt worse when he left.

  Jesse took advantage of the time Honey was out of the room to put on his pants and boots. When she came back he was sitting on the edge of the bed shirtless, waiting for her.

  Honey laid the things she had brought back with her on the end table beside the bed, then sat down beside Jesse to minister to the wound.

  He hissed in a breath of air when she began dabbing at the raw flesh with warm water. "I know this must hurt," she soothed.

  As she worked, Jesse wasn't nearly so aware of the pain as he was of the care she was taking of him. It had been years and years since there had been a woman in his life to care for him. His mother had died when his sister, Tate, was born, leaving Tate to be raised by a father and three older brothers. He had been how old? No more than eleven or twelve.

  He luxuriated in the concern Honey showed with every gesture, every touch. She cared for him. He felt sure of it. Even though she denied him in words, her gentleness, her obvious distress over his injury, gave her away. He meant to have her-despite the reservations she had voiced.

  It had never occurred to him that she would demand that he leave the Rangers. He relished the danger and excitement of the job. There must be a way he could have Honey and the Texas Rangers, too. He would just have to find it.

  "When are you going to meet with the rustlers?" Honey asked.

  "Sometime tonight."

  Honey bit her lip to keep from begging him not to go. She had learned her lessons with Cale. Her pleas would be useless. Instead she said, "Promise me you'll be careful."

  He took her hand from his shoulder and held it between both of his. "Don't worry about me, Honey." He flashed her a grin. "I've been doing this a long time. I know how to take care of myself. Besides, I'm not about to get myself killed when I've got you to come back to."

  "Jesse…"

  He reached up and caught her chin in his fingertips, drawing her lips toward his. "Honey…"

  Warm. Wet. Tender. His mouth seduced her to his will. His hand curled around her nape and slid up into her hair. Suddenly she was sitting in his lap, her hands circling his neck, and his mouth was nuzzling her throat.

  "I can't get enough of you," he murmured. "Come back to bed with me, Honey."

  She was tempted. Lord how she was tempted!

  "Forget about General. Forget about the Texas Rangers. Don't think about-"

  Honey tore herself from his grasp and stood facing him. Her breasts ached. Desire spiraled in her belly. It was hard to catch her breath. But catch it she did long enough to say, "No, Jesse. This has to stop. Right now. You can stay here long enough to finish your business. Until then…just leave me alone."

  Jesse was equally aroused and frustrated by the interruption of their lovemaking. "You're being foolish, Honey."

  "So now I'm a fool on top of everything else," she retorted. "You're making it very easy to get you out of my life, Jesse."

  He thrust a hand through his hair, making it stand on end. "That came out wrong," he admitted. "You know what I mean."

  He rose and paced the floor like a caged wolf. "We're meant to be together. I feel it here." He pounded his chest around the region of his heart. "You're only fighting against the inevitable. We will spend our lives together."

  "Until you get shot?" she retorted. "Until I bury you like I buried Cale? No, Jesse. We aren't going to be together. I need someone I can rely on to be around for the long haul. You aren't that man."

  "That remains to be seen," he said through clenched teeth.

  Jesse wasn't prepared for the tears that gathered in Honey's eyes. He watched her brink hard, valiantly fighting them. It was clearly a losing battle, and they spilled from the corners of her eyes.

  "It's over, Jesse. I mean it." She dashed at the tears with the back of her hand. "I won't cry for you.''

  He watched her eyes begin to blaze with anger as she battled against the strong emotions that gripped her-and won. The tears stopped, and only the damp streaks on her face remained to show the pain she was suffering.

  He felt her retreating from him even though she hadn't moved a step. "Don't go, Honey. I need you." He paused and added, "I love you."

  "You lied to me. You used me. That's not the way people in love treat each other." She choked back the tears that threatened again and said, "You should have told me the truth. You should have trusted me. You should have given me the choice of knowing who you really are before I got involved with you. That's what I can't forgive, Jesse."

  She turned and left the room, shoulders back, chin high, proud and unassailable. He had never wanted her more than he did in that moment, when he feared she was lost to him.

  He sank down onto the bed and stared out through the lace-curtained window. He had to admit his excuse for keeping Honey in the dark about why he had come to the Flying Diamond had sounded feeble even to his ears. He could see why she was angry. He could see why she felt betrayed.

  But there was no way he could have told her the real reason she hadn't been let in on his identity: every shred of evidence against the rustlers, every outlaw trail, led straight back to the Lazy S Ranch-and Adam Philips.

  Eight

  "Did you steal the bull?" Mort asked.

  "Yes," Jesse replied.

  "Then where is it?" the rustler demanded.

  "In a safe place."

  "The Boss is waiting for that bull," Mort said. "You were supposed to bring it here." Mort spat chewing tobacco toward the horse trailer he had brought to transport the bull, and which would apparently be leaving empty.

  "Plans change," Jesse said.

  Mort's eyes narrowed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

  Jesse stared right back at the grizzle-faced cowboy. "I've decided to renegotiate the terms of our agreement."

  "The Boss ain't gonna like that," Mort warned ominously.

  "If he doesn't like it, I can find another buyer for the bull," Jesse said.

  "Now hold on a minute," Mort sputtered. "You can't-"

  "Tell your boss to be here at midnight tonight," Jesse interrupted. "I'll be waiting with the bull, but I'll only deal with him in person. Tell him the price is double what we agreed on. In cash-small bills."

  Mort was clearly alarmed by Jesse's ultimatum. "You're making a big mistake."

  "If he wants the bull, he'll come."

  It wasn't a subtle method of getting to the top man, Jesse thought, but it inevitably worked. Greed was like that. Of course he would have to watch out for the also inevitable double-cross. There was always the chance that bullets would start flying. He hoped he'd have enough backup to ensure that the guys in the white hats won.

  Mort drove away grumbling, and Jesse got into his pickup and headed in the opp
osite direction from the Flying Diamond. He felt confident that his business for the Rangers would soon be finished. Then he could concentrate on what really mattered-his relationship with Honey. First he had to see Dallas to confirm the details of their plan to capture the brains behind the brawn tonight.

  Jesse might have had second thoughts about how soon things were going to be wrapped up if he had known that his visit with Mort Barnes had been observed by another very interested party.

  ***

  Honey was sweeping off the front porch when Adam Philips drove up later that same afternoon. She felt a momentary pang of guilt, but it was quickly followed by relief that she had ended their relationship. Considering they were no longer romantically involved, she couldn't imagine why Adam had come calling.

  Honey laid the broom against the wooden wall of the house-noticing that it badly needed another coat of white paint-and stepped over to the porch rail. She held a hand over her brow to keep the sun out of her eyes. "Hello, Adam," she greeted him cautiously. "What brings you out here today?"

  It wasn't anything good, Honey surmised after one look at the grim line of Adam's mouth. His features only seemed to get more strained as he left the car and headed up the porch steps toward her.

  "Have a seat," Honey said, gesturing toward the wooden swing that hung from the porch rafters. She set a hip on the porch rail, facing the swing.

  Adam sat down but abruptly jumped up again and marched over to stand before Honey. "How much do you really know about that man you hired to help around here?"

  "Not a lot," Honey admitted with a shrug. "He has a degree in ranch management and-"

  "Did it ever occur to you to wonder why a man with a degree in ranch management is content to work as a mere hired hand?'' Adam demanded.

  Honey stared at him. It hadn't, of course. She hadn't questioned anything about Jesse's story. Which was why his revelation that he was a Texas Ranger had caught her so much off guard. It was clear Adam was still suspicious of Jesse's motives. But there was no reason for him to be. "You don't have to worry about Jesse," she said.

  "What makes you so sure?"