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.Didn’t she just sound like a bitch.“Okay.Keep your eye on the time.Fifteen minutes on, fifteen minutes off.Can you handle that?”“Yes,” she snapped and then sighed.“Sorry.This just wasn’t on my schedule today.” She swallowed.“Thank you for helping me.”He held up a hand.“It’s okay.You’re right.I want to finish those hedges today.I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.” He snapped his fingers.“Aspirin.Or Tylenol.Which do you have?”“Cade,” she began.“Which, Georgie?”“Tylenol.In my bathroom.”Oh, God, he was going into her bathroom.Where she had all her private stuff.At least she didn’t have any of her lingerie hanging around drying, thank God.“Here.” He handed her two Tylenol and then squatted down so he could prop her up to drink from the glass he held.“Good girl.I’ll leave the rest of the water right here in case you want more.” He set it on the floor near her head.As he turned to walk out of the room, he called over his shoulder, “Don’t try to get up.”Georgie closed her eyes again.Damn, damn, damn.Of all the dumb things to happen.Now what do I do?Wouldn’t everyone just laugh their asses off if they saw me playing nursemaid to some woman and breaking my ass with all this hard work?Cade swallowed a bitter laugh, unrolled another heavy trash bag and began to fill it with the clippings from the hedge trimming.It hadn’t taken long to settle into the apartment—what a laugh to call his living quarters something that elaborate.Still, he had to admit it beat the Lone Star Bar all to hell.He’d driven clear to the next county to stock up on supplies, unwilling to face the knowing looks he was sure he’d get.He’d bet anything Ed hadn’t wasted any time spreading the word.The good thing was no one knew where he was.He was glad he’d kept his body in shape, even if he’d gone from hard labor as a teenager on the family ranch to working out in a home gym.The work he was doing now, unlike that he’d done in his earlier years, was mind-numbing and took every ounce of energy in his body.Unfortunately, because he didn’t have to concentrate on what he was doing, it allowed his brain to work overtime.As he sweated years of booze out of his body, he couldn’t seem to stop examining both sides of his life.On the one hand, in two weeks without any alcohol at all, he could already feel changes in his body.His hands didn’t shake anymore, which was good since he didn’t want to accidentally chop off one of his fingers with the hedge clippers.His muscles were hardening and he didn’t have to stop so often to draw in a full breath.He was bone tired at the end of the day, which was good because he could finally sleep through the night without waking up craving a drink.Or wondering where the hell he was.In fact, he hated to admit it, but physically he felt better than he had in years.On the other hand, he was forced for the first time in years to take a good hard look at himself.Not much else to do when you were yanking weeds and trimming bushes and killing snakes.The process was way too unpleasant and often made him mentally cringe.It bothered him that he didn’t much like what he saw.In fact, it made him sick.He had taken so much for granted.There was something to be said for having enough money and privilege to stay slightly drunk most of the time.It allowed you to walk all over people, throw your weight around and not give a damn.Now, for the first time, he didn’t see the world through a fat bank account and a faint alcoholic haze.When everything had fallen apart, it had stung to realize all those people who still had their money and privilege wouldn’t spit on him.He’d spent a lot of time drinking up what was left of the Hannigan whiskey and cursing his father and everyone else.Even the women who’d been more than happy to share his bed when he was rolling in dough had sniffed and walked away from him.He’d never believed in epiphanies, but damn, he was sure having one now.And all because a sexy blonde who seemed to be hiding her own secrets, had taken a chance on him when he had to look up to see the gutter.Yeah, working alone like this, with nothing to do but think, looking at himself that way, was a thoroughly unpleasant experience.Actually, thinking of his new employer was much more enjoyable.He wondered if she had any idea how sexy she was? He’d never seen her with makeup on, not even that first night she’d come into the Lone Star Bar.But she appeared to be one of those women who didn’t need it.Her hair was a soft blonde waterfall, usually hiked up in a messy ponytail.Her eyes were an incredible shade of violet.He didn’t think he’d ever seen a woman with eyes that color before.And her body… Holy hell.Lying on the ancient cot in the barn at night, exhausted from the hard work, she was the only thing on his mind.As he tumbled into sleep, he imagined her naked beside him, those nice round breasts filling his palms.Running his hands over the curve of her ass.His mouth on nipples he imagined to be a pretty shade of rose.Or maybe on her pretty little cunt, covered with soft blonde curls.He didn’t think she was one of those women who shaved or waxed.He couldn’t say why, just that he was sure she went au natural.His dick got so hard thinking of her sometimes, he slid his hand inside his boxers and stroked himself, relieving the pressure.And thinking to himself, What the fuck? Because he’d never had erotic daydreams about women before, not even Amy Stark, who once upon a time he’d thought he’d end up married to.Women had been to show off on his arm and fuck as many ways as he could, but he’d never taken any of them seriously enough to dream about.Which of course was what had gotten him into trouble with Amy.But there was just something about Georgie Zielinski.A certain vulnerability that he sensed underneath all that toughness.The kind of woman men talked about making love to, not just fucking.Impatient with the direction of his thoughts, he pulled the plastic tabs on the bag together and tied them in a tight knot.He’d thought about burning everything, but they were going through a dry spell and he knew exactly how much damage an out-of-control fire could do.Plus, he didn’t want a confrontation with the fire department who required on-site supervision.But that meant unless Georgie was willing to mess up that nice SUV of hers, he’d be hauling these bags to the county dump tomorrow or the next day in his not-so-nice truck.He just hoped he didn’t run into anyone there and that the two guys that manned it weren’t into asking questions.Questions.Yeah.He’d like to ask Georgie a few.Like what she was doing here and how she’d happened to end up in Saddle Wells? Why she was so determined to make this old place into a working B&B again?After stacking the bag with the others, he pulled off his work gloves and wiped the sweat from his forehead.He wondered how Georgie was doing with her foot.He sure hoped her toes weren’t broken, but that was a damn heavy hammer she’d dropped on them.How was she going to take care of herself? Feed herself tonight?Get ready for bed?Hold it, cowboy.Don’t go there.This is a new you, remember?But it still left the problem of her taking care of herself tonight.At least as far as feeding herself.He’d figure out a way to do something for her.He could tell himself he needed to repay her because she’d taken him in when he was totally out of options.Or that he wanted to make sure she was okay so he’d still have a job.Whatever.He was going to do something.Anyway, it was more than an hour since he’d left her with that ice.For sure it was melted by now.Taking a deep breath, he headed into the house through the back door.“Georgie?” he called out.“Hey, I’m in the house.” He forced a little chuckle.“Hope you’re decent.”“What else would I be with this damn foot,” she called out [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]