He’d been forthcoming about everything she’d quizzed him on thus far. So she had to
let this one go.
And really, she didn’t want to argue. If he was implying that he’d never slept with
Lydia Bain, then she wasn’t going to push and prod until she drove him nuts. Besides, now that they had some distance from the incident, she had to admit she really couldn’t imagine Jack with Lydia. He hadn’t acted sexually interested in her. Just concerned
about her well-being.
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What the hell was wrong with that? She was his aunt, for Christ’s sake! A step-aunt,
but still. No need to quibble over semantics. Maybe all of the mixed signals and Liza’s slow acclimation to small-town life had impaired her judgment.
“I’m sorry,” she said, as she settled back in the seat.
“For what?”
“Everything. I’m completely misreading…everything.”
Jack chuckled. “I wouldn’t say that.”
She glanced his way and his eyes were on her again, burning bright with desire. She
couldn’t help but smile. And blush. “Well, I don’t want to make any assumptions about that…”
“Assume away, darlin’.”
He pulled alongside her Mercedes as he’d done last night. She remembered her
reaction when he’d commented on her “fancy wheels”. The car had been a gift from
Peter the first Christmas they’d celebrated together. At first, she’d been too blown away to see the present for what it truly was. Not a generous gift to someone he loved.
Rather, Peter had loathed hearing her say she drove a Honda whenever someone
inquired at a party. What one drove was as important as one’s address, he’d told her.
The truth was, Peter had been ashamed of her inability to flaunt her family money.
She’d never dipped into her trust fund. Whatever she owned was a result of her hard
work. She even paid market-value rent on her apartment, despite the fact that her
mother owned the building.
But Liza didn’t want to think about New York. She loved the convertible, but
maybe she’d sell it since it stuck out like a sore thumb in Wilder. And speaking of… She really needed to get her head on straight where this little town and the sexy cowboy
were concerned.
Pushing from her mind all thoughts of Lydia Bain and the accident and her
subsequent argument with Jack, she focused instead on the afternoon ahead. “Well,”
she said. “You have to work tonight and I should probably unpack the rest of my stuff and maybe find a newspaper. I need a job.” Something to fill her time so she wasn’t
obsessing over Jack and all the peculiarities of Wilder.
“Do what you have to do, darlin’.”
As she got out of Jack’s truck, she thought about what she was doing here in
Wilder. She’d wanted a simpler existence. She’d wanted something less pretentious and fake than what she’d had in New York. Something real and substantial.
Her biggest fear at this point was that she was too programmed to make a change.
Then again, maybe it was just a matter of time for her. Maybe she needed to take things in stride. See situations and people for who they were and what they had to offer.
By the time Jack made it around to her side of the truck, she felt remorseful about
the way she’d jumped so easily to convenient conclusions.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated. “I didn’t mean to spoil our afternoon.”
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“You didn’t spoil anything,” he said and his deep tone was filled with enough
conviction to give her hope that he was telling the truth.
“Maybe I’m just road-lagged from the drive from New York. Long trip, especially
with all the stops I made along the way.”
He whisked away strands of hair from her face with his fingers. “You’ve got a few
things to figure out, darlin’.”
She frowned. He was holding her at arm’s length, emotionally. She could see that
quite clearly. But there was more to it than that. Jack was urging her to face her own demons, yet he was only allowing her to see in his life what he wanted her to see.
Leaving Liza way out in left field.
“I’ve got to clean up and head over to the saloon,” he said.
She nodded her head. “See ya.”
He dropped a kiss on her forehead and then went back to his side of the vehicle. He
drove up the hill and parked his truck in front of the detached, three-car garage. Liza dragged her eyes from Jack climbing out of his truck and her gaze swept over the
grounds, landing on the large farmhouse with the wrap-around deck. All painted crisp
white against the green of the leaves on the trees and the lush carpet of grass that surrounded the house and the outbuildings.
She wondered about Jack’s choice to live out here, away from town. The manicured
grounds were striking, no doubt about it. And the lake, sprawled at the feet of the
property, was placid and soothing in the afternoon. Later tonight, the fog would roll in and ribbon through the mountains across the way and hover above the water. It’d stay
that way ‘til early morning when it burned off, as she’d learned from her brief stay in Wilder.
When she turned back to face her cottage, Liza felt a little confused over the
misjudgment she’d had this morning in thinking that Jack had fixed the place up for
someone special. Though, really, there was no confirmation that hadn’t been the case.
He could have been seeing someone from Austin or San Antonio and had thought she’d
settle down with him here.
Though she didn’t get that vibe from him. He seemed happy to be the carefree
bachelor. Despite how intense he was with her.
But that was just sex, right?
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Chapter Nine
As she walked along the path that wound to the front of her adorable new pad, Liza
dug her key ring out of her clutch. She unlocked the door and stepped inside the
cottage, only to turn right around. There wasn’t much to do here but stew over the odd predicament she’d found herself in. She had things to do in town, like find a hairdresser ASAP. The faded highlights were grating on her nerves.
She drove her Mercedes into town, the sporty red car garnering more than its fair
share of attention. When she pulled into a parallel parking spot on Wilder’s main drag, she felt a twinge of self-consciousness creep up on her again at the stares that flashed in her direction. She headed down the sidewalk, thinking these people needed to find
something more interesting than her to stare at, but knowing that wouldn’t happen for some time. Not until they all got used to seeing her in her New York garb and racy little car.