The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4

by Heather Rainier

  Tabitha’s brows rose. “You know Del?” At Lily’s nod, Tabitha added, “I’ve never met him. He’s been out of the country for several years.”

  Lily nodded but didn’t say anything else. Clay had already told her what he knew and she felt no need to share it with Tabitha.

  “So, you work in the shop and you’re living with him,” Tabitha stated, sounding like she wanted to add, in a Dr. Phil voice, “How’s that workin’ for ya?” Lily resisted the urge to say anything and simply nodded. “You do know about his employer-employee relations policy, right?”

  “No. What is it?”

  “It’s pretty simple, really. Clay has a no-fraternization rule. I just thought you should be aware of it. Clay is very disciplined about it and keeps work relationships and personal relationships separate. He feels very strongly about it.” Judging by the look on Tabitha’s face she’d been more than happy to supply that information.

  Lily’s chest clenched. She thought she’d better be more guarded when she was around Tabitha and Clay. She really needed this job and couldn’t afford to alienate her coworker. “That won’t be a problem, Tabitha. I’m not in the market for a relationship with either Clay or…” Lily felt humor well inside her at Tabitha’s clueless look.

  “Or?”

  Lily smiled and shrugged. “Clay and I are just friends, so that’s not an issue, and I’m not attracted to girls. That’s all.”

  Lily thought she came from a small, backward town, but the look on Tabitha’s face was enough to curdle milk. “I—uh. I—um. No. That’s not what I meant.” Her lips flapped open and closed a couple of times. “I don’t—Oh, never mind! I just wanted you to know about it so you don’t get your hopes up. He doesn’t date employees. Period. So—we’re done here. I have work to do. You go ahead,” she said, shooing Lily toward the workroom doors.

  Lily nearly drew blood as she bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. She hadn’t meant to flabbergast Tabitha, not really. Well, maybe just a little.

  “What was that about?” Clay gestured at the security monitor mounted above his workbench. Lily glanced at the screen and saw Tabitha talking into her phone in an obviously agitated state.

  Lily didn’t feel quite so amused now. She shouldn’t have said anything because it was plain that Tabitha was in a tizzy. Still, it was a little bit funny. “Tabitha was explaining your ‘No Dating’ policy to me. I told to her that you and I are friends and I’m not a lesbian, so she has nothing to—What?”

  Clay’s face looked a little flushed as he removed his canvas work apron and smiled at her. “Let’s go before she hears me busting a gut.”

  “Okay.” She grabbed her purse and followed him out the back door. “Was that the wrong thing to say? I could tell she’s put out by me living with you and landing a job working for you. She brought up the subject.” Lily climbed in with minimal help from Clay before he went around and opened the driver door. “She took enjoyment from sharing it with me and I just couldn’t help but point out the obvious. You and I are friends and I like boys so she’s safe. I thought she would take it with a sense of humor.” It wasn’t a lie to say they were just friends, no matter how much the idea of being more might be appealing to her.

  Clay’s laughter filled the truck and eased any worry she’d had about doing the wrong thing. She’d meant to be funny and to let Tabitha know she didn’t take everything so seriously.

  “Lil, I think Tabitha had her sense of humor surgically removed years ago.”

  “Who do you think she was talking to?”

  “Probably one of her friends. She mentioned that someone was picking her up for lunch. Let’s grab something at Rudy’s.”

  “That sounds fantastic. I’ve been looking forward to going there.”

  The meal was eaten in companionable silence as Lily mulled over Tabitha’s words. She knew Tabitha had said it to warn her off of Clay, and she wasn’t surprised. The woman might not have a claim to Clay, but she definitely saw him as hers.

  “You sure are thinking hard,” Clay said as he munched on his pickle.

  Lily smiled at him and remembered the way Tabitha had pursed her lips, like it was a habit. The bitter set to her mouth ruined any appeal she might have. If the woman wasn’t so tightly wound, clutching her cardigan across her chest, she might actually be attractive.

  “How long have you known Tabitha?”

  “She applied for a job eight years ago when I opened the shop, and she’s been working for me ever since.”

  Lily nodded. “That explains it.”

  Clay paused in mid-bite on his sandwich. “Explains what?”

  Lily watched as he parted his sensual lips again to take the bite. Her mind wandered to how it would feel to have his mouth other places, and the spot between her thighs warmed and tingled. Realizing he’d stopped chewing, she looked up into his eyes and chuckled when he grunted a querying sound.

  What were we talking about? “Sorry. Tabitha feels territorial over you because she’s been with you since day one. By informing me about the policy, she made it pretty clear to me that if she can’t have you, I can’t either. I told her, without going into any detail, that I’m not in the market for a relationship. That’s when we got on the subject of …you know.”

  Clay grinned as she took a bite and giggled at the memory of Tabitha’s face again. Her face was rounded, like her body, but there wasn’t anything wrong with her that a massage, a glass of red wine, and a vibrator wouldn’t have fixed.

  “I’m glad that you’re approaching the situation with a sense of humor, Lily.”

  Lily snickered. “I have no choice. I figured bitch-slapping her would not meet with your approval. Feel that wet sensation? That was her peeing on your leg again when she told me about the policy. She feels threatened.”

  Clay scowled. “I hate when she’s pissy.”

  Laughing, Lily said, “And now you have two women working for you. You must be crazy.”

  Back at the shop, Lily was putting her purse up when she noticed the security monitor. Another woman was speaking with Tabitha, their heads close together.

  “Tabitha’s lunch date must be here. I’ll let her know we’re back. Thanks for lunch, boss.”

  As he slipped his canvas work apron back on, Clay quietly said, “Don’t let Tabitha know I bought you lunch. She’ll be even harder to deal with.”

  Lily chuckled as she pushed through the workroom doors. “Yes, sir.”

  She joined Tabitha behind the counter and returned her overly sweet smile with what she hoped was a genuine one.

  “Lily, I’d like you to meet my friend, Jane Herbert.”

  The heavyset brunette scrutinized her with curiosity, her brows knit slightly over deep brown eyes. She waited just a few moments to respond, obviously hoping to put Lily on edge. “Good to meet you, Lily.”

  Jane observed her for a few more seconds without saying anything, and Lily felt the hair on the back of her neck rise. What is this? Middle school?

  Lily nodded, not looking away. “Likewise, Jane. Enjoy your lunch date, Tabitha.”

  “Come on, Tabby,” Jane said as she finally shifted her gaze rather sympathetically to Tabitha. The two left through the front door, heads together, chattering away.

  By the time Tabitha returned, Lily had the glass showcases wiped down and everything dusted, even though she hadn’t been asked to. She’d also finished reading the gemstone manual and the employee handbook Tabitha had given her. Tabitha walked in the door, stopped, and looked around but didn’t comment as she put away her purse.

  “I’ll be in the back if you need me, Tabitha.”

  “Sure. Did you finish the reading?”

  Lily nodded and smiled at her. I am not your enemy, woman. I just need a job. She quietly pushed open the workroom doors and walked over to Clay’s workbench, looking around at the setup. His worktable was positioned in the corner so he had his back to her. Adjacent to that, running the length of the wall, was a long worktable.
A desktop computer and a printer were set up on one end, and packing supplies littered the surface.

  Clay shifted on his stool, and he smiled at her. “No claw marks. You must’ve weathered meeting Jane Herbert okay.”

  Lily gave him a crooked smile. “I felt like I was back in middle school with the mean girls. Rawr. I’m ready to get started, boss.”

  “I don’t know why I worried that they might be more than you could handle. I like that I’m seeing more and more of the old Lily resurfacing.”

  Heat crept into her cheeks under his warm gaze. “It’s nothing I can’t handle and I really want to succeed at this…on my own merit.”

  Clay nodded. “I understand. It’s just good to see you dealing well with it.” He placed his big, strong hand on the desktop monitor and turned it on. “This is going to be one of your responsibilities. Tabitha had been doing this job but she’s turning over sole responsibility of it to you.”

  “I’ll bet that went over like a lead balloon.”

  “No, actually she’s giving it up willingly. She’s never hidden the fact that she disapproves of this particular line of jewelry. I’m hoping you’ll do well with it. As a matter of fact, if you enjoy it, I’ll teach you to craft the pieces I sell from this website and you’ll get a percentage of the profits.”

  “Really?” Oh, man! I could be in the house that much sooner. Lily was curious why Tabitha would take such a negative stance to something that was just business.

  “Tabitha did the bare minimum of what needed to be done, without any…finesse. You could take charge of this and wind up making a huge difference in your income.” He pulled up the website and waited for the page to load. “If you have any experience with managing websites, you could also redesign this one. It’s just the basics, really. I did the photography of the pieces myself, which is another way that you could help to give it a more polished look, especially if you can find live models.”

  Lily came closer and giggled when she saw the name. Clay Cook Intimate Jewelry. This was why Tabitha didn’t like it. He had a line of genital jewelry.

  Clay pointed at the navigation bar. “See? It’s very basic, categorized by type. I need the orders to be shipped in a timely manner. As it is, they are a low priority for Tabitha and constantly delayed for various reasons. I also want to improve the packing standards.” He gestured to the supplies scattered on the work table. A stack of old newspapers, felt-tip markers, and a jumble of different-sized cardboard boxes stacked haphazardly at one side.

  He explained to her the minimum that needed to be done. She got a notepad and started making a list. When he was finished outlining his expectations, she asked him the direction he wanted to take it and she made another list. Possibilities began formulating in her mind, and she found herself getting excited about the future.

  “And you could teach me to make some of the pieces?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “Will I still have time for studying and schoolwork if I take this on? I want to do a good job at both.”

  Clay’s touch was gentle and reassuring on her shoulder. “This is a marathon, not a sprint. If you can work on getting the orders current and respond to inquiries, everything else will come with time. Would you be willing to deal with these customers in the store?”

  “Of course. Why—oh. Never mind.”

  Clay smiled. “Tabitha won’t deal with the customers buying genital jewelry face-to-face. It makes her very uncomfortable. I don’t expect her to give hands-on tutorials or even open the boxes, just make the transaction. She does everything else without complaint so I haven’t made an issue of it. I just let her ship everything as though it were an out-of-town order. For various reasons I don’t want to do that anymore.”

  “I don’t mind taking care of those sales. Just tell me how you want to handle it so it’s discreet.” In a small town like Divine, that could be a sticky issue.

  “You could use the separate row of cases at the back of the store where the solid gold jewelry is displayed. Just answer questions and turn over their purchases to them. I’d thought of having instruction guides printed up for some of the more complicated pieces but haven’t had time. You could handle that if you’d like. Really, Lily, it’s up to you, how far you want to take it.”

  Lily smiled broadly and felt herself flush when tears misted her vision. “I can do this, Clay. I can make something of this. I know I can.”

  Clay nodded, and a warm gleam came into his eyes. “Just make a list of what you need, Lily.”

  Lily’s mind was spinning with the possibilities.

  Chapter Nine

  Life with Lily settled into an increasingly distracting though comfortable routine in the following weeks. Clay was awakened from a sound sleep late one night in November. At first, he thought it was the wind blowing outside but sat upright when he heard Lily’s pained yelp. The house was peaceful as he climbed from bed, pulled on his pajama bottoms, and padded down the hall to her closed bedroom door.

  He stood quietly at the door, and heard no other noise, so surmised that she had been dreaming. While debating whether he should leave her alone or go in a check on her, she whimpered again. The sound touched his heart, and he reached for the doorknob without hesitation. She struggled with the bedclothes and he gently pulled them from her grasp as he sat on the edge of the bed closest to her. The moonlight shone on her face and sympathy filled him at the low cry that erupted from her throat. She sounded hunted, terrified.

  “Lily.” He placed a hand on her hip and waited, worried about startling her awake.

  “Please. No. It hurts.”

  That’s enough of that. There was no way he could allow her to relive her husband abusing her again. Those days were done.

  “Lily.” He increased his grip on her hip just a little and stroked her shoulder. “Wake up, baby.”

  Her arm lashed out, and he caught her hand a split second before her fist made contact with his chest. She stilled suddenly, and in the moonlight he saw when her eyes opened. She gasped and sat upright. Part of him wanted to pull her shaking form into his arms. His attraction to her was growing daily, and he wasn’t sure that he could be that close to her, comforting her, without her knowing how he felt about her. “Clay?”

  “You were having a nightmare.”

  “I did? I did,” she reiterated, answering her own question.

  “Yeah, and it looks like you were going to fight back for a second.” He liked that thought. She exhaled in relief and sagged back against the pillows. The movement drew his attention to the bountiful cleavage displayed by her pajama top, which had come unbuttoned in her struggle. His eyes lingered on her satiny flesh as she caught her breath from her slumbering struggle, and she eventually followed his gaze down to her chest.

  Wordlessly, she grabbed the edges of the top and pulled them together, fastening the button. “Sorry.”

  “Don’t apologize.” She gazed at his bare chest and bit her lip as though she was nervous. “Do you want to talk about it?”

  Lily shook her head and picked at the covers he’d laid over her lap. “No. I hope the nightmares stop eventually. It’s all in the past now. I’m sorry I woke you.”

  “I don’t mind. Think you can get back to sleep?”

  Lily reached for the lamp and switched on the light. “Eventually. I think I’ll read for a little while.” She reached for the romance novel he’d bought for her, which was resting on her bedside table.

  Clay leaned forward and gently pecked her forehead. “Okay. Don’t stay up too late. I want you bright-eyed and bushy-tailed tomorrow.” Possibly because he was sleepy, the disjointed thought of her workouts popped into his mind. She spent time each day exercising, which seemed to make her happy, and Clay was pleased to be around her, enjoying the visual fruits of her labor. She held herself more confidently, and the workouts enhanced her curvy figure, much to the torment of his libido.

  “Don’t worry, Clay. I’ll be moving my tail for you in the morning.” Sh
e clamped her lips and popped her hand over her mouth and looked embarrassed. “I must be sleepier than I thought. I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

  Clay smiled and patted her leg, turning away as he rose, so she wouldn’t see his stiffening cock as he escorted his ass out of her room. “That’s okay, Lily. We’re both tired.” He glanced back in time to watch her knock her fists lightly against her forehead and grinned that he wasn’t the only one with an inner conflict. “Get some rest. Don’t forget we’re meeting with Jack and Adam tomorrow.”

  “Okay.” In the hallway he looked back one last time and caught her ogling his ass. Oh, yeah. I’m definitely not the only one.

  * * * *

  The following morning, Clay and Lily were waiting in his truck when Jack and Adam showed up in Jack’s black SUV. Clay smiled at her, noticing the slightly nervous tremble in her hands as she reached for the door handle. She was concerned about being able to afford the repairs to the house and was afraid that Jack and Adam would quote an enormous sum to get the work done. Clay knew otherwise. Jack would never gouge a client.

  Clay went around to her door, helped her down and grinned when he heard a little baby coo. “Looks like you get to meet Mrs. Warner, too.” Lily grimaced, and before she could say anything, he softly added, “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell her husbands that you think she’s ‘nutso’ or anything.” She got in one sharp jab at his ribs before he turned to smile at Jack.

  “Hi, Clay!” Jack held out his hand to shake. Clay introduced Lily to Jack and Adam, and smiled at Grace as she came around the front of his truck carrying little three-month-old Rose Marie.

  Grace gently patted the baby’s back as she settled her against her shoulder and said, “Hi, Clay. I hope you don’t mind that I came along. I wanted to welcome Lily to Divine.”

  Sure you did, little matchmaker. The twinkle in Grace’s eyes told him she knew what he was thinking.

  Chuckling, he turned to Lily and made the introductions. Lily’s smile was guarded but Grace greeted her kindly like an old friend.