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“Pam?”
“Hmm?”
“How would you react if a man told you he wanted you?”
Pam glanced her way and smiled. “It depends on who the man is. Had your brother told me that, I would have kicked my fiancé to the curb a lot sooner. The first thing I thought when I saw Dillon was that he was hot.”
That was the same thing Megan had thought when she’d seen Rico. “So you would not have gotten upset had he said he wanted you?”
“Again, it depends on who the man is. If it’s a man I had the hots for, then no, I wouldn’t have gotten upset. Why would I have? That would mean we were of the same accord and could move on to the next phase.”
Megan raised a brow. “The next phase?”
“Yes, the I-want-to-get-to-know-you-better phase.” Pam looked over at her. “So tell me. Was this a hypothetical question or is there a man out there who told you he wants you?”
Megan nervously nibbled on her bottom lip. She must have taken too long to answer because Pam grinned and said, “I guess I got my answer.”
Pam took the last of the chicken out of the skillet, turned off the stove and joined Megan at the table. “Like I said, Megan, the question you should ask yourself is … if he’s someone you want, too. Forget about what he wants for the moment. The question is what do you want?”
Megan sighed. Rico was definitely a looker, a man any woman would want. But what did she really know about him, other than that he was Jessica and Savannah’s older brother, and they thought the world of him?
“He doesn’t want to mix business with pleasure, not that I would have, mind you. Besides, I never told him that I wanted him.”
“Most women don’t tell a man. What they do is send out vibes. Men can pick up on vibes real quick, and depending on what those vibes are, a man might take them as a signal.”
Megan looked perplexed. “I don’t think I sent out anything.”
Pam laughed. “I hate to say this, but Jillian can probably size a man up better than you can. Your brothers and cousins sheltered you too much from the harsh realities of life.” Jillian was Pam’s sister, who was a sophomore in college.
Megan shook her head. “It’s not that they sheltered me, I just never met anyone I was interested in.”
“Until now?”
Megan lifted her chin. “I’m really not interested in him, but I want us to work closer together, and he doesn’t … because he wants me.”
“Well, I’m sure there will be times at the hospital when the two of you will have no choice but to work together.”
Pam thought the person they were discussing was another doctor. Megan wondered what Pam’s reaction would be if she found out the person they were talking about was one of her dinner guests.
Megan heard loud male voices and recognized all of them. One stood out, the sound a deep, husky timbre she’d come to know.
Rico had arrived.
Rico paused in his conversation with Dillon and Ramsey when Megan walked into the room to place a huge bowl on the dining room table. She called out to him. “Hello, Rico.”
“Megan.”
If his gaze was full of male appreciation, it couldn’t be helped. She had changed out of the scrubs he’d seen her in earlier and into a cute V-neck blue pullover sweater and a pair of hip-hugging jeans. She looked both comfortable and beautiful. She had spoken, which was a good indication that he hadn’t offended her by what he’d told her. He was a firm believer that the truth never hurt, but he’d known more than one occasion when it had pissed people off.
“So, you’re on your way to Texas, I hear.” Dillon Westmoreland’s question penetrated Rico’s thoughts.
He looked at Dillon and saw the man’s questioning gaze and knew he’d been caught ogling Megan. Rico’s throat suddenly felt dry, and he took a sip of his wine before answering. “Yes. I might have a new lead. Don’t want to say what it is just yet, until I’m certain it is one.”
Dillon nodded. “I understand, trust me. When I took that time off to track down information on Raphel, it was like putting together pieces of a very complicated puzzle. But that woman,” he said, inclining his head toward Pam when she entered the room, “made it all worthwhile.”
Rico glanced over to where Pam was talking to Megan. He could see how Pam could have made Dillon feel that way. She was a beautiful woman. Rico had heard the story from his sisters, about how Dillon had met Pam while in Wyoming searching for leads on his great-grandfather’s history. Pam had been engaged to marry a man who Dillon had exposed as nothing more than a lying, manipulating, arrogant SOB.
Rico couldn’t help keeping his eye on Megan as her brother Ramsey and her cousins Dillon and Riley carried on conversations around him. Thoughts of her had haunted him ever since they’d met back in June. Even now, he lay awake with thoughts of her on his mind. How could one woman make such an impression on him, he would never know. But like he told her, he wanted her, so it was best that they keep their distance, considering his relationship with the Westmoreland family.
“So when are you leaving, Rico?”
He turned to meet Ramsey Westmoreland’s inquisitive gaze. The man was sharp and, like Dillon, had probably caught Rico eyeing Megan. The hand holding Rico’s wineglass tensed. He liked all the Westmorelands and appreciated how the guys included him in a number of their all-male get-togethers. The last thing he wanted was to lose their friendship because he couldn’t keep his eyes off their sister and cousin.
“I’m leaving on Thursday. Why do you ask?”
Ramsey shrugged. “Just curious.”
Rico couldn’t shake the feeling that the man was more than just curious. He frowned and stared down at his drink. It was either that or risk the wrath of one of the Westmorelands if he continued to stare at Megan, who was busy setting the table.
Dillon spoke up and intruded into Rico’s thoughts when he said, “Pam just gave me the nod that dinner is ready.”
Everyone moved in the direction of the dining room. Rico turned to follow the others, but Ramsey touched his arm. “Wait for a minute.”
Rico nodded. He wondered why Ramsey had detained him. Had Megan gone running to her brother and reported what Rico had said to her earlier? Or was Ramsey about to call him out on the carpet for the interest in Megan that he couldn’t hide? In either of those scenarios, how could he explain his intense desire for Megan when he didn’t understand it himself? He’d wanted women before, but never with this intensity.
When the two of them were left alone, Ramsey turned to him and Rico braced himself for whatever the man had to say. Rico was older brother to two sisters of his own so he knew how protective brothers could be. He hadn’t liked either Chase or Durango in the beginning only because he’d known something was going on between them and his sisters.
Ramsey was silent for a moment, doing nothing more than slowly sipping his wine, so Rico decided to speak up. “Was there something you wanted to discuss with me, Ramsey?” There were a couple of years’ difference in their ages, but at the moment Rico felt like it was a hell of a lot more than that.
“Yes,” Ramsey replied. “It’s about Megan.”
Rico met Ramsey’s gaze. “What about her?”
“Just a warning.”
Rico tensed. “I think I know what you’re going to say.”
Ramsey shook his head, chuckling. “No. I don’t think that you do.”
Rico was confused at Ramsey’s amusement. Hell, maybe he didn’t know after all. “Then how about telling me. What’s the warning regarding Megan?”
Ramsey took another sip of his drink and said, “She’s strong-willed. She has self-control of steel and when she sets her mind to do something, she does it, often without thinking it through. And … if you tell her no, you might as well have said yes.”
Rico was silent for a moment and then asked, “Is there a reason you’re telling me this?”
Ramsey’s mouth curved into a smile. “Yes, and you’ll find out that reason soon enough. Now come on, they won’t start dinner without us.”
Megan tried drowning out all the conversation going on around her. As usual, whenever the Westmorelands got together, they had a lot to talk about.
She was grateful Pam hadn’t figured out the identity of the man they’d been discussing and seated them beside each other. Instead, Rico was sitting at the other end of the table, across from Ramsey and next to Riley. If she had to look at him, it would be quite obvious she was doing so.
Riley said something and everyone chuckled. That gave her an excuse to look down the table. Rico was leaning back against the chair and holding a half-filled glass of wine in his hand, smiling at whatever the joke was about. Why did he have to look so darn irresistible when he smiled?
He must have felt her staring because he shifted his gaze to meet hers. For a moment she forgot to breathe. The intensity of his penetrating stare almost made her lips tremble. Something gripped her stomach in a tight squeeze and sent stirrings all through her nerve endings.
At that moment, one thought resonated through her mind. The same one Pam had reiterated earlier. It doesn’t matter if he wants you. The main question is whether or not you want him.
Megan immediately broke eye contact and breathed in slowly, taking a sip of her wine. She fought to get her mind back on track and regain the senses she’d almost lost just now. She could control this. She had to. Desire and lust were things she didn’t have time for. The only reason she wanted to go to Texas with Rico was to be there when he discovered the truth about Raphel.
Thinking it was time to make her announcement, she picked up her spoon and tapped it lightly against her glass, but loud enough to get everyone’s attention. When all eyes swung her way she smiled and said, “I have an announcement to make. Most of you know I rarely take vacation time, but today I asked for an entire month off, starting tomorrow.”
Surprised gazes stared back at her … except one. She saw a look of suspicion in Rico’s eyes and noted the way his jaw tightened.
“What’s wrong? You’re missing Bailey already and plan to follow her to North Carolina?” her cousin Stern asked, grinning.
Megan returned his grin and shook her head. “Although I miss Bailey, I’m not going to North Carolina.”
“Let me guess. You’re either going to visit Gemma in Australia or Delaney in Tehran,” Chloe said, smiling.
Again Megan shook her head. “Those are on my to-do list for later, but not now,” she said.
When others joined in, trying to guess where she was headed, she held up her hand. “Please, it’s not that big of a deal.”
“It’s a big deal if you’re taking time off. You like working.”
“I don’t like working, but I like the job I do. There is a difference. And to appease everyone’s curiosity, I talked to Clint and Alyssa today, and I’m visiting them in Texas for a while.”
“Texas?”
She glanced down the table at Riley, which allowed her to look at Rico again, as well. He was staring at her, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to see he wasn’t pleased with her announcement. Too bad, too glad. She couldn’t force him to take her to Texas, but she could certainly go there on her own. “Yes, Riley, I’m going to Texas.”
“When are you leaving?” her brother Zane asked. “I need to, ah, get that box from you before you leave.”
She nodded, seeing the tense expression in Zane’s features. She wondered about the reason for it. She was very much aware that he had a lock box in her hall closet. Although she’d been tempted, she’d never satisfied her curiosity by toying with the lock and looking inside. “That will be fine, Zane. I’m not leaving until Friday.”
She took another quick glance at Rico before resuming dinner. He hadn’t said anything, and it was just as well. There really wasn’t anything he could say. Although they would end up in the same state and within mere miles from each other, they would not be together.
Since he didn’t want her to accompany him, she would do a little investigating on her own.
Three
The next morning Rico was still furious.
Now he knew what Ramsey’s warning had been about. The little minx was going to Texas, pretty damn close to where he would be. He would have confronted her last night, but he’d been too upset to do so. Now here he was—at breakfast time—and instead of joining Zane, Riley, Canyon and Stern at one of the local cafés that boasted hotcakes to die for, he was parked outside Megan’s home so he could try and talk some sense into her.
Did she not know what red-hot desire was about? Did she not understand how it was when a man really wanted a woman to the point where self-control took a backseat to longing and urges? Did she not comprehend there was temptation even when she tried acting cool and indifferent?
Just being around her last night had been hard enough, and now she was placing herself in a position where they would be around each other in Texas without any family members as buffers. Oh, he knew the story she was telling her family, that she would be visiting Clint in Austin. Chances were, she would—for a minute. He was friends with Clint and Alyssa and had planned to visit them as well, during the same time she planned to be there. Since Forbes wasn’t that far from Austin, Clint had offered Rico the use of one of their cabins on the Golden Glade Ranch as his headquarters, if needed.
But now Megan had interfered with his plans. She couldn’t convince Rico that she didn’t have ulterior motives and that she didn’t intend to show up in Forbes. She intended to do some snooping, with or without him. So what the hell was she paying him for if she was going to do things her way? He got out of the car and glanced around, seeing her SUV parked at the side of her house. She had a real nice spread, and she’d kept most of it in its natural state. In the background, you could see rolling hills and meadows, mountains and the Whisper Creek Canyon. It was a beautiful view. And there was a lake named after her grandmother Gemma. Gemma Lake was huge and, according to Riley, the fish were biting all the time. If Megan hadn’t been throwing him for a loop, Rico would have loved to find a fishing pole while he was here to see if the man’s claim was true.
Megan’s home was smaller than those owned by her brothers and male cousins. Their homes were two or three stories, but hers was a single story, modest in size, but eye-catching just the same. It reminded him of a vacation cabin with its cedar frame, wraparound porch and oversize windows. It had been built in the perfect location to take advantage of both lake and canyon.
He’d heard the story of how the main house and the three hundred acres on which it sat had been willed to Dillon, since he was the oldest cousin. The remaining Denver Westmorelands got a hundred acres each once they reached their twenty-fifth birthdays. They had come up with pet names for their particular spreads. There was Ramsey’s Web, Derringer’s Dungeon, Zane’s Hideout and Gemma’s Gem. Now, he was here at Megan’s Meadows.
According to Riley, Megan’s property was prime land, perfect for grazing. She had agreed to let a portion of her land be used by Ramsey for the raising of his sheep, and the other by Zane and Derringer for their horse training business.
If Riley suspected anything because of all the questions Rico had asked last night about Megan, he didn’t let on. And it could have been that the man was too preoccupied to notice, since Riley had his little black book in front of him, checking off the numbers of women he intended to call.
It was early, and Rico wondered if Megan was up yet. He would find out soon enough. Regardless, he intended to have his say. She could pretend she hadn’t recognized the strong attraction between them, that sexual chemistry that kept him awake at night, but he wasn’t buying it. However, just in case she didn’t have a clue, he intended to tell her. Again. There was no need for her to go to Texas, and to pretend she was going just to visit relatives was a crock.
The weather was cold. Tightening his leather jacket around him, he moved quickly, walking up onto the porch. Knocking on the door loudly, he waited a minute and then knocked again. When there was no answer, he was about to turn around, thinking that perhaps she’d gone up to the main house for breakfast, when suddenly the door was snatched open. His jaw almost dropped. The only thing he could say when he saw her, standing there wearing the cutest baby-doll gown, was wow.
Megan stared at Rico, surprised to see him. “What are you doing here?”
He leaned in the doorway. “I came to talk to you. And what are you doing coming to the door without first asking who it is?”
She rolled her eyes. “I thought you were one of my brothers. Usually they are the only ones who drop by without notice.”
“Is that why you came to the door dressed like that?”
“Yes, what do you want to talk to me about? You’re letting cold air in.”
“Your trip to Texas.”
Megan stared at him, her lips tight. “Fine,” she said, taking a step back. “Come in and excuse me while I grab my robe.”
He watched her walk away, thinking the woman looked pretty damn good in a nightgown. Her shapely backside filled it out quite nicely and showed what a gorgeous pair of legs she had.
Thinking that the last thing he needed to be thinking about was her legs, he removed his jacket and placed it on the coatrack by the door before moving into the living room. He glanced around. Her house was nice and cozy. Rustic. Quaint. The interior walls, as well as the ceiling and floors, were cedar like the outside. The furniture was nice, appropriate for the setting and comfortable-looking. From where he stood, he could see an eat-in kitchen surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows where you could dine and enjoy a view of the mountains and lake. He could even see the pier at her brother Micah’s place that led to the lake and where the sailboat docked.
“Before we start talking about anything, I need my coffee.”
Rico turned when she came back into the room, moving past him and heading toward the kitchen. He nodded, understanding. For him, it was basically the same, which was why he had drunk two cups already. “Fine. Take your time,” he said. “I’m not going anywhere because I know what you’re doing.”
She didn’t respond until she had the coffeemaker going. Then she turned and leaned back against a counter to ask, “And just what am I doing?”
“You’re going to Texas for a reason.”
“Yes, and I explained why. I need a break from work.”
“Why Texas?”
She lifted her chin. “Why not Texas? It’s a great state, and I haven’t been there in a while. I missed that ball Clint, Cole and Casey do every year for their uncle. It will be good to see them, especially since Alyssa is expecting again.”
“But that’s not why you’re going to Texas and you know it, Megan. Can you look me in the eyes and say you don’t plan to set one foot in Forbes?”
She tilted her head to look at him. “No. I can’t say that because I do.”
