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The Cowboy And The Debutante
Stella Bagwell
twins on the doorstepTHE RICH RANCHER'S DAUGHTERBright lights, big cities and a brazenly unfaithful fianc had fatigued Anna Murdock Sanders and left her longing for home. So she returned to the Bar M, swearing off men forever! But then she met Miguel Chavez.AND THE HIRED HANDThe dark, dangerous cowboy sneered at her cool composure. Pronounced her a pampered debutante. And somehow ignited a white-hot desire innocent Anna had never known. She hungered for his kisses, yearned to bear his nameand his child. But what would it take to earn the respectand loveof this man of land?STELLA Bagwell'snext generation of Murdocks continues the adventure of love!
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Dont you know those things arent good for you?
Anna nodded at the rich breakfast Miguel was making.
His head turned slightly and his gaze settled on her lips. Lots of things arent good for me.
Heat flared inside Anna like the instant spark of flint against steel. It seemed incredible that only a month ago she had thought she would never want another man. But standing by Miguel, she knew she was only just now learning what wanting a man was all about. Certainly shed never felt this raw, aching attraction for her ex-fianc. Or any man. Except Miguel. The idea was both exhilarating and frightening.
Then why do you...indulge yourself?
He grinned and looked away. Anna was relieved to find she could breathe again.
A man only has a short time on this earth. To deny lifes basic pleasures is foolish.
And Anna shivered at the thought of Miguels pleasures.
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The Cowboy And The Debutante
Stella Bagwell
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To Jason and Carmen,
may love be with you always.
STELLA BAGWELL
sold her first book to Silhouette in November 1985. Now, more than thirty novels later, she is still thrilled to see her books in print and cant imagine having any other job than that of writing about two people falling in love.
She lives in a small town in southeastern Oklahoma with her husband of twenty-six years. She has one son and daughter-in-law.
Chapter One
Anna Murdock Sanders shook her finger at the nervous mare. Ginger, I can see we need to have a girl-to-girl talk. That stallion is no good. Hell just take what he wants from you, then be on his merry way. Males are just naturally like that. Believe me, I know. Thats why Im swearing off men forever!
Ignoring the warning, the mare nickered flirtingly at the stallion prancing around in the stall directly across from her.
A few feet farther down the long horse barn, Miguel Chavez stopped in his tracks as the young womans words echoed back to him. He hadnt known anyone was in the stables, much less a woman who hated men!
Leaving the stall, he stepped into the alleyway and immediately spotted her lifting a saddle onto the paints back. Tall and slender, she was dressed in black jeans and a moss green camp shirt. As she moved about the horse, adjusting blankets and latigo, copper curls danced like flames in the wind against the middle of her back.
She had to be his employers daughter. Though Miguel had never seen her before, hed heard Chloe and Wyatt Sanders speak of her. Anna and her twin brother, Adam, had been adopted as babies years ago by Chloe and Wyatt. Their actual birth parents had been Chloes father and Wyatts sister, both of whom had died shortly after the twins were born.
From what hed heard, Anna was unlike her down-to-earth brother, who worked in the oil and gas businesses with his father. She was an accomplished pianist whod spent the past few years traveling all over the States and abroad, playing concerts with big bands and symphony orchestrasa real debutante, who needed excitement, admiration and bright lights to make her happy.
The news that she was coming home hadnt reached Miguel. He didnt know why she was here, but hed . bet his last dollar it was because she wanted or needed something from her parents. Girls like her were always spoiled. He knew from firsthand experience.
Clearing his throat to warn her of his presence, Miguel moved down the alleyway toward her. Anna glanced up just as he came to a stop a few steps away.
Hello, she said coolly as her eyes discreetly traveled up and down the lean length of the cowboy before her. He was dressed in jeans and chinks. Spurs with sunburst rowels were strapped to his black boots, and the sleeves of his heavy, brown cotton shirt were rolled up, exposing his thick forearms. Without a doubt, shed never seen him before on the Bar M. He was a man not easily forgotten.
Are you one of Mothers cowhands? she asked forthrightly.
A wry twist to his mouth, he stepped forward and offered her his hand, then in a slight Mexican accent, he said, Im Miguel Chavez, the ranch foreman. And I dont think youve convinced Ginger that all men are bad, he said, inclining his head toward the mare. She still appears to be interested.
As if to underscore his observation, Ginger once again nickered longingly at the stallion. Trying not to glower at the mare, Anna squared her shoulders and reluctantly reached to shake Miguel Chavezs hand. Shell get past her infatuation.
Miguel raised his brows at her remark, but he said nothing. No doubt this woman had been infatuated many times. And gotten past it, he thought drily. With her looks shed probably had men begging for the simple touch of her hand.
The repugnant idea had him quickly releasing her fingers, yet he still couldnt quite force his eyes to leave her face.
Her smooth ivory complexion told him she was young and also that she was vain enough not to let the bright sun ravage her luminous skin. Her full lips were dusky pink and slightly tilted at the corners. She had a straight patrician nose and pale green eyes that reminded Miguel of a spring aspen leaf. She wasnt exactly the most gorgeous woman hed ever seen, but she possessed an earthy, sultriness about her that made the man in him want to keep looking. However, the cool expression in her eyes assured him she was not a woman for the taking. By him. Or any man.
Annas auburn brows lifted quizzically as she watched the cynical twist to his lips deepen. She didnt know what the man was thinking. But if it was about her, she certainly didnt like the idea that he found her amusing.
I didnt realize mother had hired a new foreman, she admitted.
Ive been working on the Bar M for nearly a year now, he told her.
Pink color bathed her high cheekbones and she hated herself for letting him see her discomfiture. Other than the holidays, I havent spent too much time at home these past few months.
Anna hadnt deliberately planned it that way. One booking after another had kept her constantly on the road, and shed been forced to postpone her trips home to a later date. And then, in the midst of all her work, shed become involved with Scott and she supposed shed gotten a little crazy after that. More than a little crazy, she thought with a megadose of self-deprecation. Thank goodness shed gotten over him and canceled the wedding before her father had wasted an exorbitant amount of money on the ceremony...and shed wasted herself on a man who had never really loved her.
I dont need explanations, Miss Sanders, Miguel replied. I didnt expect you to know me. Im just the foreman around here.
Was he being impertinent or sincere? Annas eyes scanned his dark face beneath the brim of his straw hat. She couldnt quite gauge his age, but she suspected he was somewhere near thirty-five. His face was lean and angular and had that hard-edged look that assured her his boyish days had long since passed. His nose was hawkish, his chin slightly dented. His eyes were a deep hazel, full of green and brown flecks that glinted beneath thick black lashes. Yet it was his lips that drew Annas full attention. The top one was thin and cruel looking while the bottom was full and sensual. It was a hard, masculine mouth and for some illogical reason Anna wondered how many women it had kissed.
Drawing in a deep, needy breath, she glanced away from him and turned back to the mare shed been saddling. This wasnt like her, she thought wildly. She didnt look at any man and think the things shed just been thinking.
Call me Anna, she said curtly. Im sure you call my mother Chloe. She doesnt want anyone to be formal with her. And when Im here at home, neither do I.
But when she was out among her fellow musicians, dazzling the crowd, she expected and demanded to be addressed formally. She hadnt come out and said as much, but Miguel could read the unspoken words very clearly. Then you must be far more accustomed to being called Miss Sanders.
She couldnt stop the parting of her lips or the flare of her nostrils. Are you always this impertinent?
So she wasnt made of pure ice, Miguel decided as his gaze took its time studying her face. I wasnt being impertinent. Just stating the obvious. Youre hardly ever home. Otherwise you would have known about me. And I, you.
Shaking her thick red mane away from her face, she said, You seem awfully sure of yourself, Mr. Chavez.
He shrugged, then grinned goadingly at her. Her spine immediately stiffened, and she glanced away from him.
Are you thinking about getting me fired?
Her head swung back around and she stared at him in surprise. I dont interfere in my mothers business! She obviously wants you around here. So you must be good for something.
If Anna had been any other woman, Miguel would have already put her in her place. But she was Wyatt and Chloes daughter and because they were such kind, wonderful people, he would not hurt them in such a way. Besides, Anna was from a whole different world than his. For his own sake, he needed to overlook her attitude.
Oh, you might be surprised at the things Im good at, Miss Sanders.
She turned away from him, but not before Miguel could see her lips compress to a thin line. No doubt she thought him vulgar and disgusting, but that was all right, too. He could make it just fine without women like Anna Sanders. And maybe it would be better for both of them if she understood that right now.
Are you planning to stay long on the Bar M?
She didnt answer immediately and Miguel watched her adjust the throat latch on the bridle. Like her mother, she had small hands. They moved with graceful dexterity and he could easily imagine them dancing over a set of ivory keys or a mans chest. The latter he tried not to dwell on.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and Miguel was intrigued by the knowing tilt to her lips. Im not sure yet. It depends on my job. Six weeks perhaps, she said.
Then youre not... home to stay?
Miguel didnt know why hed asked the question, but he was irritated at himself because he had. Hell, it didnt matter how long the woman was going to be here. If he never saw her again after this moment he would survive just fine.
Home to stay. Miguel Chavez had no idea how wonderful those words sounded to Anna. Shed had years of extensive training in piano, and her parents and the rest of her family were proud of her accomplishments. They would surely be disappointed if she suddenly turned her back on her career.
No. Only for an extended vacation, she said bluntly. Then, realizing the saddling was finished and there was no need for her to tarry here in the stables any longer, she led the mare ahead three or four steps and swung herself into the saddle.
Miguel stepped back out of the way and gave her a little salute from the brim of his hat. Adios, Anna. Maybe before your vacation is over youll have Ginger convinced to swear off the male gender, too.
Pausing, she looked down at him from her lofty perch and hoped he couldnt spot the faint pink on her cheeks. She couldnt remember the last time anyone or anything had made her blush. This man had managed to do it twice in less than five minutes. Damn him!
If Ginger is as smart as I think she is, Ill have her turning her nose up at that stallion over there.
Poor Ginger.
To Annas amazement, she wanted to climb down from the mare, poke her finger in the middle of Miguel Chavezs chest and tell him exactly what she thought of his raw remark. But she wouldnt give him the satisfaction of letting him know he riled her. For years Anna had trained herself to be a cool, sophisticated woman. It was an image she projected to her audience and even her family. She wasnt about to let this man know he could make her lose control.
Goodbye, Mr. Chavez, she said bluntly, then touched her heels to the horses sides and left him and the cool, dim interior of the stables behind.
She rode south, forging across the shallow Hondo, then up into the mountains where the pines grew thick and the carpet of needles beneath them silenced the mares hooves.
At a rocky ledge halfway up, she reined Ginger to a halt and gazed back down on the valley below.
To Anna there was no place like the Hondo Valley. Santa Fe, where shed played her last engagement, was known for its art and culture and mysticism, but this was the New Mexico Anna loved. There was everything in the valley. Horses, cattle, fruit orchards, forest and desert and something mixed of the two. And it was home. Nothing was better than that.
Ginger shook her head as a mosquito buzzed around her ears. Anna swatted the insect away, then patted the mares neck. As she did, the lean, dark image of Miguel Chavez skipped through her mind.
The man had been a complete surprise to her. Not that having a Mexican-American working on the Bar M was anything unusual. Quite the contrary. Her parents normally hired more Hispanics than Anglos and they were as much a part of this area as the Apaches. When shed looked into his handsome face, his ancestry had been the last thing on her mind.
There was something about Miguel that had made her feel different in a way shed never quite felt before. When hed looked at her and grinned that outlandishly sexy grin at her, all shed been able to think was that she was a woman and he was a man. It was ridiculous!
But Anna had far more important things to think about than a tough cowboy who was at least ten years older than her and probably married, besides. She had to gather herself together, refuel her mind and her body. Otherwise, after these next six weeks passed, she didnt know whether she could make herself go back on the road again.
She loved playing the piano, but she was growing weary of the nomadic life and the demands of performing for an audience. The weight of her job was taking a toll on her body. She couldnt remember the last time shed slept the whole night through. Fatigue was her constant companion and her once-healthy appetite had almost vanished.
To please her parents last week, shed gone for a medical checkup. When the doctor had assured Anna there was nothing physically wrong, both her mother and father had quickly assumed she was still grieving over her breakup with Scott. And Anna had found it easier to let them go on thinking she was simply suffering from a broken heart.
Truth was after shed gotten over the initial shock of walking in and finding Scott in another womans arms, Anna had come to realize she had never loved him with the same wild, deep need that her mother and father felt for each other. She hadnt been devastated when their relationship ended. Shed been relieved. And that in itself worried her. She was beginning to fear she was going to be like her birth mother, whod flitted from one man and one bad relationship to the next.
With a heavy sigh, Anna reined the paint away from the ledge and headed her back down the mountain. The sun was dipping lower in the west, and her father would soon be home for supper. For his sake she was going to change clothes, put on her cheeriest face and make herself eat a whole plate of food.
Back at the stables there was no sign of Miguel Chavez. Although there were several wranglers working around the ranch yard doing last-minute evening chores, she unsaddled her mount, then brushed and fed her herself. The last thing she wanted was for word to get back to the foreman that she was a spoiled little rich girl. In her opinion the man was already far too smug. She didnt want to give him reason to be even more so.
Later that evening after supper, Anna helped her mother clear away the dirty dishes, then Chloe carried a pot of coffee out to the courtyard at the back of the ranch house where redwood furniture was grouped beneath a stand of pi?on pines.
Her father had taken about two sips when his pager beeped. Mumbling his annoyance, he checked the number, then rose to his feet. Looks like Im going to have to leave you two beautiful ladies. Sanders Gas Exploration is calling.
Well try to do without you for a few minutes, darling, Chloe told him.
Anna watched her father head back into the house, then with a little sigh, snuggled deeper into the cushioned chair.
Are you cold, honey? Would you rather go back in? Chloe asked her.
Cooler air had moved in with the night, but Anna had pulled on a sweater before shed left the house. No. Im fine. Its beautiful out tonight.
A few feet away an oval swimming pool was edged with huge terra-cotta pots filled with geraniums, marigolds and zinnias. Anna wished the water was warm enough to dive into. She couldnt remember when shed taken the time for a leisurely swim. She couldnt remember the last time shed gone at anything in a leisurely way.
A few feet away, Annas mother, Chloe, studied her daughters quiet profile for several moments, then said, I wish you were enjoying yourself more. Youve been back on the ranch for three days now, and I dont think Ive heard you laugh yet.
Anna twisted her head around to face her mother. Im enjoying myself, Mother. You know how long Ive wanted to come home.
Chloe didnt look a bit convinced. Yes. But now that youre here Im not so sure its what you were really needing.
Grimacing, Anna rose from the chair and strolled over to the swimming pool. Mother, please dont tell me Id be happier if I were out looking for a man. Men are off-limits!
Chloe laughed, then just as quickly apologized. Im sorry, honey, Im not laughing at you. I realize youre miserable, but to hear you say your love life has ended is...ridiculous.
Kneeling down near the edge of the pool, Anna trailed her fingers through the clear water. Just as she expected, it was still freezing. I mean what I said earlier, Mother. Im swearing off men. This last thing with Scott proved to me that theyre not to be trusted.
She walked back over to where her mother sat stretched out on a chaise lounge, studying her with troubled eyes. Believe me, Anna, I felt just as you did before I met your father. You havent forgotten that a man left me after wed already planned to get married.
Anna hadnt forgotten the story Chloe had related to her years before. I remember. You told him you couldnt bear children and he ran out on you. How could you have wanted to marry a piece of scum like that?
Chloe chuckled. I could ask you the same thing about Scott? Why fret over someone who isnt worth it?
Sighing again, Anna lifted her eyes to the sky. The night was clear, and stars blazed by the millions over the mountains. Deep in her heart Anna was beginning to think this was where she really belonged, not in some civic center a thousand miles away.
Believe me, Mother, Scott opened my eyes. If it wasnt for seeing how much you and Daddy adore each other, I think Id quit believing in love altogether.
Anna! Youre just angry now. Besides, what about your aunts, Rose and Justine? Theyve both had long, wonderful marriages. And now your cousins Emily and Charlie are both happily married.
Chloe was right. Most of her relatives had been lucky in love. But her mother hadnt mentioned Annas birth parents, Belinda and Tomas. The two of them had been terribly unlucky. In fact, Belinda had more or less died from a broken heart and so had Tomas. But Anna loved Chloe too much to bring up that painful part of their lives.
Mother...I think its time I told you...I havent been totally honest with you and Dad.
Chloes brow arched with surprise. What do you mean? About you and Scott? Before Anna could respond, the older womans mouth parted as another thought struck her. Are you pregnant, darling? Is that why youre not eating? If youre worried
Anna quickly shook her head before her mothers assumption got out of hand. No. Im not pregnant. Scott and I never... well, I guess deep down, something kept telling me not to sleep with him. But as for a baby, I would love to have a child. Just not by Scott. Id at least want to respect the father.
Chloe frowned with bewilderment. If youre not pregnant, then what
Im talking about me being so...so melancholy. Im not grieving over my ended relationship with Scott. Thats all over and done with. Im just overworked.
The tense expression on Chloes face eased. Of course you are, honey. Thats why youre here on vacation. So you can rest and recuperate. And you will. Youve only just gotten here. Give yourself time.
Anna sighed. Im not so sure I want to go back, Mother. Im not so sure I want to keep playing the piano professionally.
Several moments passed in silence. Then, just as Anna was expecting her mother to burst out with shocked dismay, Chloe gentle smiled.
Why havent you said anything about this before?
Because I didnt want to upset you and Dad. I knew you would think I was losing my mind if I did.
Chloe shook her head. Anna, you must live your own life as you want to live it. Not as you think we want you to.
Of course Anna should have expected her mother would say those words. And so would her father. They would hide their disappointment just to make their daughter happy.
You would say that, Anna mumbled.
Since when have I or your father ever lied to you?
Anna shook her head. Not any time that I can ever remember. But I know how much youve always wanted my career to go forward.
And it has, Chloe agreed. Youve been making a great salary, youve traveled all over the world and seen all sorts of sights. But if your job is making you unhappy...then you need to stop and ask yourself what it is you really want.
Anna went over to her mothers chair, knelt down at the arm and pressed her hand over her mothers. I have been, Mother. And I think I fell in with Scotts plans to get married not so much because I loved him or even needed him, but because I wanted children and a home and I thought he could give those things to me.
Chloes gentle smile was understanding. And you want those things more than you want to travel and play the piano.
Annas head bobbed up and down. Does that sound crazy?
Chloe laughed softly, then reached over and patted her daughters cheek. If it does then Ive been crazy for the past twenty-five years.
She hadnt really meant to blurt all of this out to her mother this evening, but she felt a bit better for it.
Rising to her feet, Anna said, Well, it does sound crazy, actually. A woman needs a man to have a home and children. And since I dont want a man in my life, Ive got to turn my attention to other things.
What other things?
Annas slender shoulders lifted then fell. I dont know. Maybe I should just throw myself back into the music and forget about the children and the white picket fence. Maybe after six weeks of rest Ill be itching to perform again. A wan smile tilted her lips. In the meantime, Im simply going to enjoy being home. It was such a pleasure to ride Ginger this afternoon. Just being with the horses again is therapeutic for me.
Im glad.
Her lips suddenly thinned to a smirk. By the way, I met your new foreman earlier before I went out riding. I didnt realize Lester had left.
Chloe nodded. Lester had reached retirement age and he and his wife wanted to do some traveling.
Lester had been on the Bar M for twenty years. He was a bowlegged, raw-boned, pipe smoker whod rarely shown the top of his bald head to anyone. Hed been more or less like a grandpa to Anna and Adam and their younger sister, Ivy. Miguel Chavez was nothing like Lester.
Where did you find Mr. Chavez?
Your uncle Roy knew him. Miguel lived in Carrizozo for several years. Before that, Albuquerque, I think. What did you think of him?
Anna had thought far too many things. In fact, she was still wondering why that idiotic thought about his mouth had ever entered her head.
Well, Im sure hes a strong, capable man or you wouldnt have him here.
A knowing little smile on her face, Chloe said, Miguel is a good man, but he doesnt profess to know all that much about racehorses. He sees to the cattle end of things and makes sure the cowhands do all the rough stable work for me.
Annas brows lifted. Miguel Chavez possessed more than a striking appearance. Self-confidence oozed from every pore on the man. He doesnt know about horses? I dont believe that for a minute.
Chloe rose from the chaise lounge and stretched. Well, of course he knows about horses. He rides like a man who was born in the saddle. But Im talking about the ins and outs of racing.
Anna glanced at her as another question struck her. Is he...Miguel living in the old foremans house?
The place she referred to was a midsize log structure built almost a mile south of the ranch house and halfway up the mountain. Anna had always been fond of the homestead. It was quiet and secluded and had a spectacular view of Sierra Blanca to the west.
Chloe nodded, then with an assessing gleam in her eye, added, And hes single. I think he was married years ago. I dont know what happened. Apparently some woman dealt him some misery. I suppose, like you, hes sworn off the opposite sex. Since hes been here I havent seen him look sideways at one, much less have one to his house as a date.
For some reason, Anna didnt feel comfortable talking about Miguel Chavezs personal life. Hed seemed a private person, one who kept his deeper thoughts to himself. She respected that, and anyway, it was no concern of hers whether the man was single or married or a masochist. She had her own problems to deal with.
Im sure he has his reasons, Anna said, though she couldnt help wondering if some woman had left him emotionally bruised and beaten. She sincerely doubted it. Miguel Chavez seemed too tough to have ever suffered a broken heart.
Yes, Im sure hes had his reasons, her mother said with a sigh. But it seems such a shame. No one should be that alone.
Her mother spoke with the same sort of fretfulness she might have used if she were talking about Adam, but that didnt surprise Anna. Chloe wanted everyone she knew to be as happy as her. And in her mothers eyes, love and happiness were synonymous.
Maybe Miguel Chavez simply prefers his own company, Anna said, then, looping her arm around her mothers, she urged the other woman toward the house. Lets go in. The breeze is getting downright cold.
Wait a minute, darling, the coffeepot. She walked over to a small table and picked up the insulated container, then rejoined her daughter. Now back to Miguelhe doesnt know what he prefers. Hes lived alone for so long, hes forgotten what female companionship is all about.
Chloes candor brought a pink flush to Annas cheeks. Mother, I imagine Miguel Chavez has already forgotten more about women than the average man would know in a lifetime.
Suddenly Chloe began to laugh, and Anna glanced at her sharply as the two of them entered the back door of the kitchen.
You find that funny?
Chloes laughter quickly sobered but a wide smile remained on her face. No, dear. Im just happy you noticed.
Chapter Two
Early the next morning, Anna sat up in bed and pushed her long tousled hair away from her face. Birds were singing, and through the open blinds of a nearby window, she could see the gray light of dawn casting soft shadows across the courtyard beyond her bedroom. Her mother would already be at the stables. From the time Chloe had been old enough to follow Tomas Murdock on two sturdy legs, she had learned the rule of feeding the horses before herself.
The thought put a wry smile on Annas lips. Chloes reputation as a horse breeder and trainer didnt stop at Lincoln County or even the state of New Mexico. People from as far as Louisiana, Arkansas and Kentucky had come to buy her yearlings.
Anna was very proud of her mother. She was equally as proud of her father, who was well-known in the gas and oil business. And now her brother, Adam, was making a name for himself as an oilman, too. Then there was her little sister, Ivy, who was studying hard to become a doctor. Each member of the family had a successful field they enjoyed working in. Anna would be the only quitter in the bunch if she turned her back on her musical career.
But she didnt want to spoil the morning by dwelling on such deep thoughts. And anyway, she wasnt going to be practicing piano today or listening to her road manager map out the next weeks agenda, she was going to help her mother in the stables and that was enough to lift her spirits.
By seven-thirty breakfast was over, and Anna accompanied her mother to the stables. Much to her chagrin, the first thing she saw when she entered the huge building was Miguel Chavez. He was dressed much the same as yesterday only a pair of batwing chaps had replaced the shorter chinks and rather than the straw, a brown felt hat was riding low on his forehead.
In spite of Annas vow to ignore the male gender, she couldnt help but be struck by the mans looks. He had something more than just pleasant features. There was a sensuousness about him, a blatant masculinity that made her very aware of his dark hair and skin, his broad shoulders, lean hips and long strong legs. And as she and her mother drew closer, Annas heart raced with foolish anticipation. Of what, she didnt know. She only knew this man struck some sort of chord in her that she hadnt even known she possessed.
Good morning, Miguel, Chloe greeted him warmly.
He turned from the horse he was saddling and nodded in greeting. Good morning, Chloe, Anna.
I see youre taking Rimrock out today, Chloe remarked. Hows his ankle?
The swelling is down and hes had a rest for the past couple of days, so I thought I would use him today and see what happens.
Are you starting roundup this morning or later this week? Chloe asked him. I know you wanted to have everything else caught up before you began.
Miguel inclined his head. This morning is the beginning, he answered. I expect the job will take at least a week.
Chloe glanced suggestively at Anna. Darling, why dont you saddle Ginger and ride along with Miguel? Im sure hed be glad for the extra help, and I know how much you always enjoyed roundup.
Annas mouth popped open. Ride along with Miguel?
Mother! Miguel doesnt want to be bothered. The man has work to do.
Chloe grimaced at her, then turned back to her foreman. Miguel, I assure you Anna is a first-rate cowgirl. Since she started her music career, she hasnt done much of it, but she can probably outrope and outride half the cowboys youll be using today.
Miguels brows arched ever so slightly as his hazel eyes skittered up and down Annas slender figure. She was wearing black jeans and matching jacket. Beneath its opening he could see a pale pink knit shirt that clung to her breasts like an eager hand. She looked anything but a cowgirl. Is that true, Anna?
The way he said her name with just the faintest bit of accent made a tiny shiver race down her spine. Her gaze drifting to a pearl snap in the middle of his chest, she said, Im sure you know mothers are biased.
Chloe rolled her eyes and tapped the toe of her boot. Miguel knows I dont exaggerate. But if youd rather not go, you can stay here and help me groom a few of the yearlings.
Groom the yearlings? Anna could already picture herself being pawed and bitten and rope-burned. Yearlings didnt take to being spruced up, especially when it came to using clippers around their ears and nose and feet.
She was already wearing a heavy, lined jean jacket to protect her against the early-morning coolness, and she could find a pair of chaps in the tack room. Anything else she might need would be on the chuck wagon.
No. I think Ill saddle Ginger and head out to the roundup. She glanced at Miguel who was still studying her with faint skepticism. But you dont have to wait for me, Miguel. Just tell me the area where youll be and Ill catch up.
Theres no hurry. I have a few things to take care of here at the ranch yard before I leave. Ill find you when Im ready.
To keep insisting he go on without her would be rude, Anna decided. And it was obvious he was going out of his way to please her mother. Oh, Lord, what was she letting herself in for? she wondered.
Fine. It wont take me long to saddle Ginger, she told him.
Chloe chuckled softly as the two women headed on down the alleyway between the two endless rows of horse stalls. I figured once I said groom the yearlings youd decide pretty quick you wanted to head out on the roundup.
Mother! Anna hissed under her breath, even though they were clearly out of Miguels earshot. Why did you do that to me?
Chloe shot her daughter an innocent look. Do what, honey?
Anna groaned. You know what! You practically threw me at that man! Mother, he isnt Lester!
No. He certainly isnt. Hes far younger and a lot better looking, dont you think?
Sighing, Anna shook her head with disbelief. If youre trying to do a bit of matchmaking here, Mother, you need to open your eyes and see Miguel Chavez is at least ten years older than me. Probably more.
Chloes green eyes twinkled mischievously. So what does age have to do with anything? Besides, Im not doing any sort of matchmaking. Why would I be, when you keep insisting youre off men forever?
The two of them had reached Gingers stall. Anna reached for the nylon lead rope hanging on the outside of the door.
Mother, youre being deliberately obtuse and you know it.
Oh, Lord, Anna, youre being overly sensitive, arent you? I merely thought youd enjoy going on roundup today. Its your first week back home. I want you to loosen up and quit all this fretting about trivial things.
Trivial! Her reaction to Miguel Chavez was anything but trivial, Anna thought as she watched her mothers swinging stride carry her on to the tack room. But she would deal with it, she told herself fiercely. She wasnt about to let the man ruin her much-needed vacation.
Twenty minutes later Anna was ready and waiting with her paint mare outside the horse barn. Shed found a pair of fringed chaps she used to wear during her teenaged days when shed helped her mother gallop the racehorses. Anna had added on a bit of weight since that time, but she managed to zip the tan leather around her legs. Hopefully once she had them on for a while, the leather would stretch. In any case, she wouldnt ride in the brush without chaps. She knew from experience what a patch of prickly pear or choya cactus could do to a persons unprotected legs.
She was doing a few squats, trying to gain her legs a bit of breathing space when a male voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Are you doing your morning aerobics or trying to teach Ginger a new trick?
Gasping with surprise, Anna whirled around to see Miguel standing a few feet away, a sorrel quietly waiting beside his shoulder
Oh! Lifting her chin, she tugged at the hem of her jacket but it was far too short to hide anything. I...uh, these are my old chaps and Ive grown a little since I last had them on.
The grin on his face deepened, and Anna could feel her cheeks getting redder. This wasnt the way she wanted to start her day. Shed left one lecherous man behind. Yet here she was looking at another one as though he was the grandest thing to come along since sliced bread. She wished she could kick herself.
You must have been a skinny little thing, he observed.
His eyes slid pointedly up and down the length of her, and Anna had never felt so stripped and naked in all her life. Which was crazy. She was covered with several layers of clothing!
Desperate to put a halt to the whole ridiculous encounter, Anna tossed the reins over Gingers head and swung herself up and into the saddle.
Dont worry. The wind wont blow me off if I gallop.
A nylon lariat was coiled around her saddle horn, and a slicker and saddle bags were tied to the skirt of the saddle. If she was a greenhorn she was doing a good job of faking it. Still, Miguel found it hard to believe the soft slender woman sitting astride the paint was little more than a flighty musician, a pampered debutante.
Whether Miss Anna Sanders was capable of being a cowgirl or not, Miguel would grit his teeth and put up with her today. For Chloes sake. But tomorrow shed be on her own. He was a ranch foreman, not a baby-sitter or social director.
Thats good to know, Anna. Hopefully we wont have to gallop.
Bemused, Anna watched him swing up into the sorrels saddle. Was the man insulting her, teasing her, or was he actually serious? His smooth expression left her without a clue.
The two of them eased their mounts out of the ranch yard, past the last of the cattle pens, then east toward the river.
Anna said nothing as she rode stirrup to stirrup with Miguel Chavez. But her lack of conversation wasnt a personal affront to the man. When she was riding the range, she was always entranced by the sights and sounds around her. And it had been so long since shed been out of doors, away from the pressures of her job.
Your sister, Ivy, rarely rides whenever shes home. I dont believe she feels very safe around horses.
She glanced at him. Youve met Ivy?
He nodded. Shes more like her father, I think.
Anna smiled briefly. I expect so. Daddy never had an affinity for horseflesh.
Your father is a very good man.
It pleased her to know this man appreciated her family. Yes. Very.
The two of them crossed the stirrup-deep river, then headed toward the base of the mountain. As they rode, Anna stole glimpses of Miguel Chavez from the corner of her eye. He rose with the ease of a man long accustomed to the saddle, and as she covertly studied him, she couldnt help but think of all her mother had said about him yesterday.
Hed been married once. A long time ago. And he didnt date. Why? Anna wondered. It couldnt be for a lack of willing females. She suspected the man could crook his finger at most any woman, and shed come running. Except herself, of course.
Do you have a family, Miguel?
Not around here. My mother lives in Mexico. My father passed away several years ago.
He looked at her as though he found her questions intrusive, and Anna decided she would bite off her tongue before she asked him anything more.
And Im not married, he added. Nor do I want to be. Surely your mother has already told you that.
Anna very nearly gasped at his remark. Did he actually think she was so desperately interested in him shed resort to discussing him with her mother? Shed never encountered such arrogance.
Still, the bitter look on his face bothered her. She hadnt meant to pry into his private life. Nor was it a good idea to know all that much about the man. But she wanted to know, and that was the most disturbing part of it all.
Several long minutes passed without so much as a glance from her. Miguels gaze fell to her left hand resting against her thigh. There was no ring of engagement or marriage. Though he didnt know exactly how old she was. He thought hed remembered someone saying the twins were twenty-four or -five. Not that old as far as age goes, but certainly old enough to be married.
The idea put a dour look on Miguels face. Women of Annas status rarely needed or wanted a man around their neck. And when they did make the mistake of marrying, it always ended disastrously. When hed first met Charlene, shed been young and rich, just like Anna. And hed been a hopeless fool to think he could keep her happy.
You havent gotten the urge to marry?
She turned a shocked glare on him. Whos been talking about me?
Her odd reaction caused Miguel to study her for long moments. I dont repeat or listen to gossip, Anna. I know nothing about your marital status. I was merely making conversation.
Embarrassed heat flooded her cheeks. Of course he couldnt know about Scott. No one except her parents knew her intended had turned to another woman before the wedding plans were completely finalized.
Staring straight ahead, she said flatly, Well, for your information, Im not married. I doubt I ever will be.
From the corner of her eye, Anna noticed he didnt appear a bit surprised by her grim announcement. But then, hed overheard her opinion about men in the stables. Apparently hed not forgotten her vow.
Im sure having a husband would be a hindrance to your life-style.
She stared at him, her features wrinkling with dismay. A hindrance?
Miguel quickly shook his head. Forget it. Wed better kick our mounts up. The boys are probably waiting on me.
Miguel Chavez believed she was selfish. He obviously thought nothing mattered to her except living the high life. She could have very nearly laughed if the whole thing hadnt been so painful. From the time shed been a small child Anna had never done what she really wanted. Even where Scott was concerned, shed planned to make all sorts of sacrifices to ensure their marriage would start out on solid ground. But let Miguel think what he wanted. What she carried around in her heart was her own business.
In mutual consent, Anna touched her heels to Gingers sides. Their horses immediately broke into a short lope and the faster gait put a halt to any more conversation. Anna was relieved. The man was like barbed wire. Every word, every glance from him pricked her in the most irritating way.
Within a few minutes they topped a rise. In the valley below, a group of portable cattle pens and a squeeze chute had been set up to make a working ranch yard. Six more cowboys and twice that many saddled horses were gathered around the orange metal fencing. Several yards beyond, a chuck wagon was parked and ready to prepare the noonday meal. Near to the makeshift kitchen, a fire had been built and a huge granite coffeepot hung over the low flames. As she and the foreman rode into camp, the scent of the strong brew mingled with horses and leather and crushed sagebrush. It was a mixture of smells Anna loved, and as she sniffed she was enveloped with fond memories.
Several years had passed since Anna had helped with spring roundup. Since then, Lester had retired, and now Miguel Chavez had stepped in to fill his boots. The fact that her mother had hired the man told Anna she obviously respected him as a person and, also, that he knew his business well. Anna normally trusted her mothers judgment, but this was one time she was anxious to see if the man lived up to his reputation.
From the moment Miguel had walked up on Anna last evening in the stables, hed gotten the impression she was far too delicate and sensitive to deal with any sort of ranch work. She was a pianist, for heavens sake. She entertained rich people. Riding the desert range and branding cattle might have been in Annas life years ago, but it wasnt now.
Throughout the morning Miguel kept a close eye on her. After a couple hours passed, he had to concede, in spite of her hothouse looks, she wasnt helpless. She handled Ginger with practiced ease and had no problems heading rollicking calves down off the mountains and into the holding pens.
In fact, she worked with dogged persistence and appeared to know the lay of the land far better than any of the hands. Still Miguel wasnt ready to admit she belonged out here on roundup. Especially when the work on the ground started.
By the time the group stopped to eat a dinner of refried beans, Spanish rice and hot tortillas, more than three hundred head of calves had been gathered. After the meal was over, fires were built in one of the pens and branding irons in the shape of a bar resting atop an M were thrust into the hot coals to heat.
when Miguel realized Anna intended to help with this chore, too, he was shocked. As she made her way toward the work pens, he took her by the arm and led her a few yards out of earshot of the other cowboys.
Dont tell me you have the notion youre going to join the men in the work pens, he said to her.
She arched one haughty brow at him. Of course. Thats why I came out here...to help with roundup.
Miguel should have expected her to argue with him. It was probably a rare thing for her to ever hear the word no. Look, Anna, youre going to get smeared with manure and dirt. You might even get burned or kicked or worse.
She shot him a tired look. Just because Ive been living away for the past few years, doesnt mean Ive forgotten anything about my upbringing, Miguel. Or are you afraid Im going to be in the way of your cowboys?
Miguel didnt exactly think shed be in the way. He really didnt know why he was so opposed to her working on the ground. He only knew he felt a need to protect her.
Hell, Miguel, he silently cursed himself. You ought to know Anna doesnt need protecting. She was one of those women who prided herself on her independence and self-reliance. If she ever did need a mans strength or shoulder to rely on, it wouldnt be a Mexican cowboy like himself.
No, he said with sudden gruffness. I dont think youll be in the way. I just thought Id save you from the nasty work. But if thats your cup of tea, have at it.
He jerked his head toward the pens, where already the calves were bawling with loud protests, and the stench of burning hair and hide drifted on the high-desert wind.
It was obvious to Anna that he didnt want her working in the pens. She didnt know if his attitude stemmed from genuine concern for her safety or to simply be the boss. Either way it annoyed her. From the time shed been old enough and strong enough to hold a kicking calfs hocks together, shed helped her mother and Aunt Rose in the branding pen. She didnt appreciate an outsider telling her she was no longer welcome.
Look, Miguel, the Bar M wasnt always blessed with as many hands as you have working here for you today. When my twin and I were born, my mother and aunts were taking care of this ranch by themselves. And even years later, when I was a small girl, it wasnt all that much better. I know how to work, and Im not afraid of getting my hands dirty.
Have you thought what would happen if you get your hand or finger crushed or burned? Your career would end.
Her expression grim, she said, If need be, I can face my career ending. What I cant bear is being cloistered. Ever.
He held his palms up as if to say he wasnt going to argue with her. You want to be reckless, go right ahead. I wont stop you.
Reckless. Anna wished for once she could let herself really go. Right at the moment shed take immense pleasure in slapping Miguel Chavezs jaw. But youd like to stop me, she said crisply.
He let out a rough sigh. To deal with a precocious woman on today of all days was the last thing Miguel needed. It doesnt matter what I want. This is your ranch. Im sure youre going to do what pleases you, and to hell with my wishes.
Anna gasped and was totally unaware that her fists had become planted on both her hips. This isnt my ranch, either! It belongs to my parents and my aunts and uncles.
He glanced pointedly away from her, and Anna realized he was annoyed that she was wasting his time with trivial facts. Well, wasnt that too bad, she thought. He was the one whod started all this nonsense in the first place.
Isnt that all the same? he asked.
No! And I dont like the impression Im getting from you.
His dark brows lifted skeptically. What impression?
That you think Imsome sort of little princess that has to be condescended to.
His nostrils flared, and something dark and dangerous flickered in his hazel eyes. If you think you can make me believe for one minute that youve ever had to suffer and struggle to make ends meet, youre sadly mistaken. Im not a fool, Anna. You were born into wealth, and you wouldnt know what it was like to be without it.
He was so wrong that she didnt even want to try to correct his thinking. And where was his thinking coming from? It didnt matter, she told herself fiercely. What Miguel Chavez thought of her was his own problem.
My mother said you were a good man. Obviously she doesnt know you.
Anna turned and stomped away from him. She went straight to the branding pen, climbed the metal fence and jumped to the ground inside. Let Miguel be put out with her, she thought angrily. She was home on vacation. If she wanted to help with roundup, she would.
An hour later sweat was pouring down her face, tracking the fine dust coating her skin. Shed long ago shed her jean jacket, and manure now stained the front of her pink cotton shirt and splotched her chaps. But none of those discomforts bothered Anna nearly as much as Miguels earlier remarks had. She was still seething over his attitude, and though hed been working only a few steps away from her, shed done little more than grunt in his direction.
You better watch out, Anna. This one is a strong cuss, the cowhand warned as he bulldogged the half-grown calf to the ground.
Someone appeared with a branding iron just as she managed to grab the calfs two back legs. Im watching, Anna assured him, just hurry and
Annas next word never got past her lips. The next thing she knew the ground slammed against her back and bright white lights were floating in front of her eyes.
Anna! Anna, can you hear me?
The deep male voice persisted, demanding she wake up and open her eyes. Anna struggled to see through the cobwebs floating around in her head.
Miguel? Is that you? she asked weakly.
Cool, rough fingers touched her temple, and she realized something was wrong with her head. Pain was zinging through it like bolts of lightning.
Yes. Its Miguel, the male voice answered.
A strong arm slid beneath her shoulders and pillowed her upper body in a half-sitting position. What...happened? she asked.
Youve been kicked, he said grimly. Can you see me?
Anna tried her best to focus her gaze on his dark face. Her vision was still blurred, but thankfully it was quickly clearing.
Yes. Was I...kicked in the head? She brought her fingers up to her forehead. It felt like someone had whammed her with a hammer.
Right in the temple.
She took a pretty good lick, boss, one of the cowboys that were grouped around them said. Maybe she should go to the doctor.
Youre probably right, Jim, Miguel agreed. Can you men go on, while I take Anna back to the ranch?
No! Anna practically shouted and made a sudden move to get to her feet.
Stay where you are!
The demanding tone of Miguels voice was like a shot of adrenaline to Anna. She shoved herself away from him and stood on rubbery legs.
Im okay. I dont need a doctor!
Another cowhand retrieved her felt hat from the ground where shed fallen and handed it to her. Anna jammed it back on her head and tried not to wince as it settled over the goose egg that had already formed beneath her scalp.
You probably have a concussion, Miguel warned her.
I can see, and I dont have the urge to throw up. I just have an ache in my head. And you would, too, under the circumstances.
Miguel motioned for the men to get back to work, then, taking Anna by the arm, he led her over to the back of the chuck wagon where the two of them would be out of sight from the others.
Why are you continuing to argue with me? You were briefly knocked out cold! he told her, his voice rough with frustration. I want you to swallow a couple of pain pills, and then Im going to ride with you back to the ranch.
Why? I dont need to go back to the ranch.
He glared at her with angry disbelief, and Anna wished she had the strength to knock the know-it-all look off his face.
You didnt need to be down in the branding pen, either, he said, but you wouldnt listen to me.
Oh, sure, throw that up to me! Im sure it tickles you to death to be able to say I told you so.
At this very moment, Miguel wanted to shake her, then hold her as tightly as he could. Hed never been so frightened as when hed heard the thud of the calfs hoof striking her head and then had seen her lying white-faced and lifeless on the ground.
Nothing about this situation tickles me Anna.
She tried not to feel hurt by his attitude. After all, nowhere was it written that he had to like her. In other words, you never wanted me around in the first place. You only tolerated my presence because of my mother. Well, if you must know, I only came out here on this roundup to please my mother.
And here I thought all this time you were pining to be near me, he said sarcastically.
You really are she shook her head sickening!
Suddenly his hand was cupping the back of her neck and his face was dangerously close to hers. What would you know about me, Anna Murdock Sanders? Youve been away from this ranch for more than a year. You didnt even know your mother had hired a new man to run the place. I can plainly see who and what you care about!
Anger turned her cheeks scarlet and made her head pound just that much worse. I think your hands and your notions are both misguided, she said through gritted teeth.
Something flared in his eyes, but before Anna could figure out what it was, pressure from his fingers propelled her forward and a pair of hard lips clamped down on hers.
She groaned a protest in her throat, and her fists came up to push against his shoulders. But that was where her fight ended. Her stunned outrage was suddenly forgotten as her senses gave over to the overwhelming sensation of being in his arms, tasting his hard, warm lips.
Anna was certain an eternity had passed before he finally ended the kiss and looked down at her. By then her legs were trembling even worse than before, and her head reeled with pain and the humiliation of surrendering to the man.
Im certain, he muttered, that you think entirely too much. As for my hands and my notionsyou wont be bothered by either of them again!
Thats the best news Ive had in years!
Miguel didnt know what in hell had come over him. He hadnt wanted to kiss Anna Murdock Sanders! But he had, and even now he still couldnt find the strength to put her away from him.
Can you see straight now? he asked coolly.
Her nostrils flared daintily as her eyes focused on the tantalizing curve of his lips. She was probably just one of many women that had tasted his mouth, she told herself. What had just transpired between them had meant nothing to him, except an act of punishment.
Straighter than Ive ever seen before!
Good. Then get on your horse and get out of here before I say or do something Ill really regret.
Believe me, I already have.
She jerked away from him and strode around to the front of the chuck wagon. The cook searched out a bottle of painkillers for her and Anna quickly swallowed one down with a swig of bitter coffee. By the time shed untethered Ginger and swung herself up into the saddle, Miguel had already dismissed her and gone back to work in the branding pen. Now all she had to do was ride three miles back to the ranch and try to forget shed ever met the man!
Chapter Three
Anna! Anna, wake up!
This time it was her mothers instructions rather than Miguels and the urgency in the older womans voice caused Anna to come awake instantly.
Whats wrong? She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and was alarmed to see it was the middle of the night.
Dont panic, darling, but weve had a telephone call from South America. It sounds as though Adam has been involved in some sort of accident out at one of the oil sites.
Anna bolted upright in bed, and the sudden movement caused her to clutch her head and groan.
Chloe sat down on the side of the mattress and put her arm around her daughter. Im sorry I had to wake you up like this. I know your head must be killing you. But your daddy and I are going to be leaving in a few minutes.
Anna dropped her hands from her temples and stared anxiously at her mother. Now? Tonight? Is he She was forced to stop and swallow as fear knotted her throat. Is he injured critically?
Chloe shook her head. No...it doesnt sound that serious. The caller said Adam was in the hospital with a broken leg. And that was the only injury he knew about.
Thank God for that much, Anna murmured as thoughts of her brother whirled through her mind. Hed always been like a third arm or leg to her. Even when they were apart, she always felt his presence, as he did hers. She ached for him now.
Dont you think I should go, too? I want to see him, she said, quickly throwing back the covers.
Not tonight, Chloe said quickly. You dont need to be traveling with that lump on your head. Besides, if it turns out Adam needs surgery on his leg, we might have to stay down there for an extended time. If thats the case, Ill need you here to see after the horses for me.
Anna nodded at her mothers reasoning. Of course, Ill do anything you need me to.
Chloe hugged her close. I know you will, darling.
She got up from the bed and gently pushed Anna back down against the pillow. Try to rest and dont worry. Well call you as soon as we find out anything. And in the morning please go over to Miguels and explain to him whats happened and that it looks as though well be away for a few days.
Go over to Miguels? Mother, theres no need for that! The man will probably be down at the stables by daybreak. Ill let him know then.
Chloe frowned at her daughter. He wont be down at the stables in the morning. The men are going to be doing roundup without him tomorrow. He was going to Alamogordo to make a deal on some liquid feed.
Then Ill tell him when he gets back.
Chloe shot her an exasperated look. Anna groaned and scrubbed her eyes with both fists. I know, Mother. Im being a pain. Its just that Im worried sick about Adam, and Id rather go see him than stay here with...Miguel Chavez! You might as well know right now that weve had...a run-in.
Chloe made a palms-up gesture as if to tell her daughter so what. Then the two of you will just have to get back on track. I cant concentrate on Adam unless I know this place is being taken care of, and thats going to mean both you and Miguel seeing after things.
Anna always loved having a chance to help her parents, to pay them back for all the wonderful years theyd given her. But why the heck did she have to do it with Miguel Chavez?
Dont worry, Anna assured her mother. I wont let you down. If need be, Ill murder Miguel and persuade Lester to come back.
Fat chance. She headed toward the door, then paused with her hand on the knob. By the way, just what did Miguel do to get you so stirred up?
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twins on the doorstepTHE RICH RANCHER'S DAUGHTERBright lights, big cities and a brazenly unfaithful fianc had fatigued Anna Murdock Sanders and left her longing for home. So she returned to the Bar M, swearing off men forever! But then she met Miguel Chavez.AND THE HIRED HANDThe dark, dangerous cowboy sneered at her cool composure. Pronounced her a pampered debutante. And somehow ignited a white-hot desire innocent Anna had never known. She hungered for his kisses, yearned to bear his nameand his child. But what would it take to earn the respectand loveof this man of land?STELLA Bagwell'snext generation of Murdocks continues the adventure of love!
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Dont you know those things arent good for you?
Anna nodded at the rich breakfast Miguel was making.
His head turned slightly and his gaze settled on her lips. Lots of things arent good for me.
Heat flared inside Anna like the instant spark of flint against steel. It seemed incredible that only a month ago she had thought she would never want another man. But standing by Miguel, she knew she was only just now learning what wanting a man was all about. Certainly shed never felt this raw, aching attraction for her ex-fianc. Or any man. Except Miguel. The idea was both exhilarating and frightening.
Then why do you...indulge yourself?
He grinned and looked away. Anna was relieved to find she could breathe again.
A man only has a short time on this earth. To deny lifes basic pleasures is foolish.
And Anna shivered at the thought of Miguels pleasures.
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To Jason and Carmen,
may love be with you always.
STELLA BAGWELL
sold her first book to Silhouette in November 1985. Now, more than thirty novels later, she is still thrilled to see her books in print and cant imagine having any other job than that of writing about two people falling in love.
She lives in a small town in southeastern Oklahoma with her husband of twenty-six years. She has one son and daughter-in-law.
Chapter One
Anna Murdock Sanders shook her finger at the nervous mare. Ginger, I can see we need to have a girl-to-girl talk. That stallion is no good. Hell just take what he wants from you, then be on his merry way. Males are just naturally like that. Believe me, I know. Thats why Im swearing off men forever!
Ignoring the warning, the mare nickered flirtingly at the stallion prancing around in the stall directly across from her.
A few feet farther down the long horse barn, Miguel Chavez stopped in his tracks as the young womans words echoed back to him. He hadnt known anyone was in the stables, much less a woman who hated men!
Leaving the stall, he stepped into the alleyway and immediately spotted her lifting a saddle onto the paints back. Tall and slender, she was dressed in black jeans and a moss green camp shirt. As she moved about the horse, adjusting blankets and latigo, copper curls danced like flames in the wind against the middle of her back.
She had to be his employers daughter. Though Miguel had never seen her before, hed heard Chloe and Wyatt Sanders speak of her. Anna and her twin brother, Adam, had been adopted as babies years ago by Chloe and Wyatt. Their actual birth parents had been Chloes father and Wyatts sister, both of whom had died shortly after the twins were born.
From what hed heard, Anna was unlike her down-to-earth brother, who worked in the oil and gas businesses with his father. She was an accomplished pianist whod spent the past few years traveling all over the States and abroad, playing concerts with big bands and symphony orchestrasa real debutante, who needed excitement, admiration and bright lights to make her happy.
The news that she was coming home hadnt reached Miguel. He didnt know why she was here, but hed . bet his last dollar it was because she wanted or needed something from her parents. Girls like her were always spoiled. He knew from firsthand experience.
Clearing his throat to warn her of his presence, Miguel moved down the alleyway toward her. Anna glanced up just as he came to a stop a few steps away.
Hello, she said coolly as her eyes discreetly traveled up and down the lean length of the cowboy before her. He was dressed in jeans and chinks. Spurs with sunburst rowels were strapped to his black boots, and the sleeves of his heavy, brown cotton shirt were rolled up, exposing his thick forearms. Without a doubt, shed never seen him before on the Bar M. He was a man not easily forgotten.
Are you one of Mothers cowhands? she asked forthrightly.
A wry twist to his mouth, he stepped forward and offered her his hand, then in a slight Mexican accent, he said, Im Miguel Chavez, the ranch foreman. And I dont think youve convinced Ginger that all men are bad, he said, inclining his head toward the mare. She still appears to be interested.
As if to underscore his observation, Ginger once again nickered longingly at the stallion. Trying not to glower at the mare, Anna squared her shoulders and reluctantly reached to shake Miguel Chavezs hand. Shell get past her infatuation.
Miguel raised his brows at her remark, but he said nothing. No doubt this woman had been infatuated many times. And gotten past it, he thought drily. With her looks shed probably had men begging for the simple touch of her hand.
The repugnant idea had him quickly releasing her fingers, yet he still couldnt quite force his eyes to leave her face.
Her smooth ivory complexion told him she was young and also that she was vain enough not to let the bright sun ravage her luminous skin. Her full lips were dusky pink and slightly tilted at the corners. She had a straight patrician nose and pale green eyes that reminded Miguel of a spring aspen leaf. She wasnt exactly the most gorgeous woman hed ever seen, but she possessed an earthy, sultriness about her that made the man in him want to keep looking. However, the cool expression in her eyes assured him she was not a woman for the taking. By him. Or any man.
Annas auburn brows lifted quizzically as she watched the cynical twist to his lips deepen. She didnt know what the man was thinking. But if it was about her, she certainly didnt like the idea that he found her amusing.
I didnt realize mother had hired a new foreman, she admitted.
Ive been working on the Bar M for nearly a year now, he told her.
Pink color bathed her high cheekbones and she hated herself for letting him see her discomfiture. Other than the holidays, I havent spent too much time at home these past few months.
Anna hadnt deliberately planned it that way. One booking after another had kept her constantly on the road, and shed been forced to postpone her trips home to a later date. And then, in the midst of all her work, shed become involved with Scott and she supposed shed gotten a little crazy after that. More than a little crazy, she thought with a megadose of self-deprecation. Thank goodness shed gotten over him and canceled the wedding before her father had wasted an exorbitant amount of money on the ceremony...and shed wasted herself on a man who had never really loved her.
I dont need explanations, Miss Sanders, Miguel replied. I didnt expect you to know me. Im just the foreman around here.
Was he being impertinent or sincere? Annas eyes scanned his dark face beneath the brim of his straw hat. She couldnt quite gauge his age, but she suspected he was somewhere near thirty-five. His face was lean and angular and had that hard-edged look that assured her his boyish days had long since passed. His nose was hawkish, his chin slightly dented. His eyes were a deep hazel, full of green and brown flecks that glinted beneath thick black lashes. Yet it was his lips that drew Annas full attention. The top one was thin and cruel looking while the bottom was full and sensual. It was a hard, masculine mouth and for some illogical reason Anna wondered how many women it had kissed.
Drawing in a deep, needy breath, she glanced away from him and turned back to the mare shed been saddling. This wasnt like her, she thought wildly. She didnt look at any man and think the things shed just been thinking.
Call me Anna, she said curtly. Im sure you call my mother Chloe. She doesnt want anyone to be formal with her. And when Im here at home, neither do I.
But when she was out among her fellow musicians, dazzling the crowd, she expected and demanded to be addressed formally. She hadnt come out and said as much, but Miguel could read the unspoken words very clearly. Then you must be far more accustomed to being called Miss Sanders.
She couldnt stop the parting of her lips or the flare of her nostrils. Are you always this impertinent?
So she wasnt made of pure ice, Miguel decided as his gaze took its time studying her face. I wasnt being impertinent. Just stating the obvious. Youre hardly ever home. Otherwise you would have known about me. And I, you.
Shaking her thick red mane away from her face, she said, You seem awfully sure of yourself, Mr. Chavez.
He shrugged, then grinned goadingly at her. Her spine immediately stiffened, and she glanced away from him.
Are you thinking about getting me fired?
Her head swung back around and she stared at him in surprise. I dont interfere in my mothers business! She obviously wants you around here. So you must be good for something.
If Anna had been any other woman, Miguel would have already put her in her place. But she was Wyatt and Chloes daughter and because they were such kind, wonderful people, he would not hurt them in such a way. Besides, Anna was from a whole different world than his. For his own sake, he needed to overlook her attitude.
Oh, you might be surprised at the things Im good at, Miss Sanders.
She turned away from him, but not before Miguel could see her lips compress to a thin line. No doubt she thought him vulgar and disgusting, but that was all right, too. He could make it just fine without women like Anna Sanders. And maybe it would be better for both of them if she understood that right now.
Are you planning to stay long on the Bar M?
She didnt answer immediately and Miguel watched her adjust the throat latch on the bridle. Like her mother, she had small hands. They moved with graceful dexterity and he could easily imagine them dancing over a set of ivory keys or a mans chest. The latter he tried not to dwell on.
She glanced over her shoulder at him and Miguel was intrigued by the knowing tilt to her lips. Im not sure yet. It depends on my job. Six weeks perhaps, she said.
Then youre not... home to stay?
Miguel didnt know why hed asked the question, but he was irritated at himself because he had. Hell, it didnt matter how long the woman was going to be here. If he never saw her again after this moment he would survive just fine.
Home to stay. Miguel Chavez had no idea how wonderful those words sounded to Anna. Shed had years of extensive training in piano, and her parents and the rest of her family were proud of her accomplishments. They would surely be disappointed if she suddenly turned her back on her career.
No. Only for an extended vacation, she said bluntly. Then, realizing the saddling was finished and there was no need for her to tarry here in the stables any longer, she led the mare ahead three or four steps and swung herself into the saddle.
Miguel stepped back out of the way and gave her a little salute from the brim of his hat. Adios, Anna. Maybe before your vacation is over youll have Ginger convinced to swear off the male gender, too.
Pausing, she looked down at him from her lofty perch and hoped he couldnt spot the faint pink on her cheeks. She couldnt remember the last time anyone or anything had made her blush. This man had managed to do it twice in less than five minutes. Damn him!
If Ginger is as smart as I think she is, Ill have her turning her nose up at that stallion over there.
Poor Ginger.
To Annas amazement, she wanted to climb down from the mare, poke her finger in the middle of Miguel Chavezs chest and tell him exactly what she thought of his raw remark. But she wouldnt give him the satisfaction of letting him know he riled her. For years Anna had trained herself to be a cool, sophisticated woman. It was an image she projected to her audience and even her family. She wasnt about to let this man know he could make her lose control.
Goodbye, Mr. Chavez, she said bluntly, then touched her heels to the horses sides and left him and the cool, dim interior of the stables behind.
She rode south, forging across the shallow Hondo, then up into the mountains where the pines grew thick and the carpet of needles beneath them silenced the mares hooves.
At a rocky ledge halfway up, she reined Ginger to a halt and gazed back down on the valley below.
To Anna there was no place like the Hondo Valley. Santa Fe, where shed played her last engagement, was known for its art and culture and mysticism, but this was the New Mexico Anna loved. There was everything in the valley. Horses, cattle, fruit orchards, forest and desert and something mixed of the two. And it was home. Nothing was better than that.
Ginger shook her head as a mosquito buzzed around her ears. Anna swatted the insect away, then patted the mares neck. As she did, the lean, dark image of Miguel Chavez skipped through her mind.
The man had been a complete surprise to her. Not that having a Mexican-American working on the Bar M was anything unusual. Quite the contrary. Her parents normally hired more Hispanics than Anglos and they were as much a part of this area as the Apaches. When shed looked into his handsome face, his ancestry had been the last thing on her mind.
There was something about Miguel that had made her feel different in a way shed never quite felt before. When hed looked at her and grinned that outlandishly sexy grin at her, all shed been able to think was that she was a woman and he was a man. It was ridiculous!
But Anna had far more important things to think about than a tough cowboy who was at least ten years older than her and probably married, besides. She had to gather herself together, refuel her mind and her body. Otherwise, after these next six weeks passed, she didnt know whether she could make herself go back on the road again.
She loved playing the piano, but she was growing weary of the nomadic life and the demands of performing for an audience. The weight of her job was taking a toll on her body. She couldnt remember the last time shed slept the whole night through. Fatigue was her constant companion and her once-healthy appetite had almost vanished.
To please her parents last week, shed gone for a medical checkup. When the doctor had assured Anna there was nothing physically wrong, both her mother and father had quickly assumed she was still grieving over her breakup with Scott. And Anna had found it easier to let them go on thinking she was simply suffering from a broken heart.
Truth was after shed gotten over the initial shock of walking in and finding Scott in another womans arms, Anna had come to realize she had never loved him with the same wild, deep need that her mother and father felt for each other. She hadnt been devastated when their relationship ended. Shed been relieved. And that in itself worried her. She was beginning to fear she was going to be like her birth mother, whod flitted from one man and one bad relationship to the next.
With a heavy sigh, Anna reined the paint away from the ledge and headed her back down the mountain. The sun was dipping lower in the west, and her father would soon be home for supper. For his sake she was going to change clothes, put on her cheeriest face and make herself eat a whole plate of food.
Back at the stables there was no sign of Miguel Chavez. Although there were several wranglers working around the ranch yard doing last-minute evening chores, she unsaddled her mount, then brushed and fed her herself. The last thing she wanted was for word to get back to the foreman that she was a spoiled little rich girl. In her opinion the man was already far too smug. She didnt want to give him reason to be even more so.
Later that evening after supper, Anna helped her mother clear away the dirty dishes, then Chloe carried a pot of coffee out to the courtyard at the back of the ranch house where redwood furniture was grouped beneath a stand of pi?on pines.
Her father had taken about two sips when his pager beeped. Mumbling his annoyance, he checked the number, then rose to his feet. Looks like Im going to have to leave you two beautiful ladies. Sanders Gas Exploration is calling.
Well try to do without you for a few minutes, darling, Chloe told him.
Anna watched her father head back into the house, then with a little sigh, snuggled deeper into the cushioned chair.
Are you cold, honey? Would you rather go back in? Chloe asked her.
Cooler air had moved in with the night, but Anna had pulled on a sweater before shed left the house. No. Im fine. Its beautiful out tonight.
A few feet away an oval swimming pool was edged with huge terra-cotta pots filled with geraniums, marigolds and zinnias. Anna wished the water was warm enough to dive into. She couldnt remember when shed taken the time for a leisurely swim. She couldnt remember the last time shed gone at anything in a leisurely way.
A few feet away, Annas mother, Chloe, studied her daughters quiet profile for several moments, then said, I wish you were enjoying yourself more. Youve been back on the ranch for three days now, and I dont think Ive heard you laugh yet.
Anna twisted her head around to face her mother. Im enjoying myself, Mother. You know how long Ive wanted to come home.
Chloe didnt look a bit convinced. Yes. But now that youre here Im not so sure its what you were really needing.
Grimacing, Anna rose from the chair and strolled over to the swimming pool. Mother, please dont tell me Id be happier if I were out looking for a man. Men are off-limits!
Chloe laughed, then just as quickly apologized. Im sorry, honey, Im not laughing at you. I realize youre miserable, but to hear you say your love life has ended is...ridiculous.
Kneeling down near the edge of the pool, Anna trailed her fingers through the clear water. Just as she expected, it was still freezing. I mean what I said earlier, Mother. Im swearing off men. This last thing with Scott proved to me that theyre not to be trusted.
She walked back over to where her mother sat stretched out on a chaise lounge, studying her with troubled eyes. Believe me, Anna, I felt just as you did before I met your father. You havent forgotten that a man left me after wed already planned to get married.
Anna hadnt forgotten the story Chloe had related to her years before. I remember. You told him you couldnt bear children and he ran out on you. How could you have wanted to marry a piece of scum like that?
Chloe chuckled. I could ask you the same thing about Scott? Why fret over someone who isnt worth it?
Sighing again, Anna lifted her eyes to the sky. The night was clear, and stars blazed by the millions over the mountains. Deep in her heart Anna was beginning to think this was where she really belonged, not in some civic center a thousand miles away.
Believe me, Mother, Scott opened my eyes. If it wasnt for seeing how much you and Daddy adore each other, I think Id quit believing in love altogether.
Anna! Youre just angry now. Besides, what about your aunts, Rose and Justine? Theyve both had long, wonderful marriages. And now your cousins Emily and Charlie are both happily married.
Chloe was right. Most of her relatives had been lucky in love. But her mother hadnt mentioned Annas birth parents, Belinda and Tomas. The two of them had been terribly unlucky. In fact, Belinda had more or less died from a broken heart and so had Tomas. But Anna loved Chloe too much to bring up that painful part of their lives.
Mother...I think its time I told you...I havent been totally honest with you and Dad.
Chloes brow arched with surprise. What do you mean? About you and Scott? Before Anna could respond, the older womans mouth parted as another thought struck her. Are you pregnant, darling? Is that why youre not eating? If youre worried
Anna quickly shook her head before her mothers assumption got out of hand. No. Im not pregnant. Scott and I never... well, I guess deep down, something kept telling me not to sleep with him. But as for a baby, I would love to have a child. Just not by Scott. Id at least want to respect the father.
Chloe frowned with bewilderment. If youre not pregnant, then what
Im talking about me being so...so melancholy. Im not grieving over my ended relationship with Scott. Thats all over and done with. Im just overworked.
The tense expression on Chloes face eased. Of course you are, honey. Thats why youre here on vacation. So you can rest and recuperate. And you will. Youve only just gotten here. Give yourself time.
Anna sighed. Im not so sure I want to go back, Mother. Im not so sure I want to keep playing the piano professionally.
Several moments passed in silence. Then, just as Anna was expecting her mother to burst out with shocked dismay, Chloe gentle smiled.
Why havent you said anything about this before?
Because I didnt want to upset you and Dad. I knew you would think I was losing my mind if I did.
Chloe shook her head. Anna, you must live your own life as you want to live it. Not as you think we want you to.
Of course Anna should have expected her mother would say those words. And so would her father. They would hide their disappointment just to make their daughter happy.
You would say that, Anna mumbled.
Since when have I or your father ever lied to you?
Anna shook her head. Not any time that I can ever remember. But I know how much youve always wanted my career to go forward.
And it has, Chloe agreed. Youve been making a great salary, youve traveled all over the world and seen all sorts of sights. But if your job is making you unhappy...then you need to stop and ask yourself what it is you really want.
Anna went over to her mothers chair, knelt down at the arm and pressed her hand over her mothers. I have been, Mother. And I think I fell in with Scotts plans to get married not so much because I loved him or even needed him, but because I wanted children and a home and I thought he could give those things to me.
Chloes gentle smile was understanding. And you want those things more than you want to travel and play the piano.
Annas head bobbed up and down. Does that sound crazy?
Chloe laughed softly, then reached over and patted her daughters cheek. If it does then Ive been crazy for the past twenty-five years.
She hadnt really meant to blurt all of this out to her mother this evening, but she felt a bit better for it.
Rising to her feet, Anna said, Well, it does sound crazy, actually. A woman needs a man to have a home and children. And since I dont want a man in my life, Ive got to turn my attention to other things.
What other things?
Annas slender shoulders lifted then fell. I dont know. Maybe I should just throw myself back into the music and forget about the children and the white picket fence. Maybe after six weeks of rest Ill be itching to perform again. A wan smile tilted her lips. In the meantime, Im simply going to enjoy being home. It was such a pleasure to ride Ginger this afternoon. Just being with the horses again is therapeutic for me.
Im glad.
Her lips suddenly thinned to a smirk. By the way, I met your new foreman earlier before I went out riding. I didnt realize Lester had left.
Chloe nodded. Lester had reached retirement age and he and his wife wanted to do some traveling.
Lester had been on the Bar M for twenty years. He was a bowlegged, raw-boned, pipe smoker whod rarely shown the top of his bald head to anyone. Hed been more or less like a grandpa to Anna and Adam and their younger sister, Ivy. Miguel Chavez was nothing like Lester.
Where did you find Mr. Chavez?
Your uncle Roy knew him. Miguel lived in Carrizozo for several years. Before that, Albuquerque, I think. What did you think of him?
Anna had thought far too many things. In fact, she was still wondering why that idiotic thought about his mouth had ever entered her head.
Well, Im sure hes a strong, capable man or you wouldnt have him here.
A knowing little smile on her face, Chloe said, Miguel is a good man, but he doesnt profess to know all that much about racehorses. He sees to the cattle end of things and makes sure the cowhands do all the rough stable work for me.
Annas brows lifted. Miguel Chavez possessed more than a striking appearance. Self-confidence oozed from every pore on the man. He doesnt know about horses? I dont believe that for a minute.
Chloe rose from the chaise lounge and stretched. Well, of course he knows about horses. He rides like a man who was born in the saddle. But Im talking about the ins and outs of racing.
Anna glanced at her as another question struck her. Is he...Miguel living in the old foremans house?
The place she referred to was a midsize log structure built almost a mile south of the ranch house and halfway up the mountain. Anna had always been fond of the homestead. It was quiet and secluded and had a spectacular view of Sierra Blanca to the west.
Chloe nodded, then with an assessing gleam in her eye, added, And hes single. I think he was married years ago. I dont know what happened. Apparently some woman dealt him some misery. I suppose, like you, hes sworn off the opposite sex. Since hes been here I havent seen him look sideways at one, much less have one to his house as a date.
For some reason, Anna didnt feel comfortable talking about Miguel Chavezs personal life. Hed seemed a private person, one who kept his deeper thoughts to himself. She respected that, and anyway, it was no concern of hers whether the man was single or married or a masochist. She had her own problems to deal with.
Im sure he has his reasons, Anna said, though she couldnt help wondering if some woman had left him emotionally bruised and beaten. She sincerely doubted it. Miguel Chavez seemed too tough to have ever suffered a broken heart.
Yes, Im sure hes had his reasons, her mother said with a sigh. But it seems such a shame. No one should be that alone.
Her mother spoke with the same sort of fretfulness she might have used if she were talking about Adam, but that didnt surprise Anna. Chloe wanted everyone she knew to be as happy as her. And in her mothers eyes, love and happiness were synonymous.
Maybe Miguel Chavez simply prefers his own company, Anna said, then, looping her arm around her mothers, she urged the other woman toward the house. Lets go in. The breeze is getting downright cold.
Wait a minute, darling, the coffeepot. She walked over to a small table and picked up the insulated container, then rejoined her daughter. Now back to Miguelhe doesnt know what he prefers. Hes lived alone for so long, hes forgotten what female companionship is all about.
Chloes candor brought a pink flush to Annas cheeks. Mother, I imagine Miguel Chavez has already forgotten more about women than the average man would know in a lifetime.
Suddenly Chloe began to laugh, and Anna glanced at her sharply as the two of them entered the back door of the kitchen.
You find that funny?
Chloes laughter quickly sobered but a wide smile remained on her face. No, dear. Im just happy you noticed.
Chapter Two
Early the next morning, Anna sat up in bed and pushed her long tousled hair away from her face. Birds were singing, and through the open blinds of a nearby window, she could see the gray light of dawn casting soft shadows across the courtyard beyond her bedroom. Her mother would already be at the stables. From the time Chloe had been old enough to follow Tomas Murdock on two sturdy legs, she had learned the rule of feeding the horses before herself.
The thought put a wry smile on Annas lips. Chloes reputation as a horse breeder and trainer didnt stop at Lincoln County or even the state of New Mexico. People from as far as Louisiana, Arkansas and Kentucky had come to buy her yearlings.
Anna was very proud of her mother. She was equally as proud of her father, who was well-known in the gas and oil business. And now her brother, Adam, was making a name for himself as an oilman, too. Then there was her little sister, Ivy, who was studying hard to become a doctor. Each member of the family had a successful field they enjoyed working in. Anna would be the only quitter in the bunch if she turned her back on her musical career.
But she didnt want to spoil the morning by dwelling on such deep thoughts. And anyway, she wasnt going to be practicing piano today or listening to her road manager map out the next weeks agenda, she was going to help her mother in the stables and that was enough to lift her spirits.
By seven-thirty breakfast was over, and Anna accompanied her mother to the stables. Much to her chagrin, the first thing she saw when she entered the huge building was Miguel Chavez. He was dressed much the same as yesterday only a pair of batwing chaps had replaced the shorter chinks and rather than the straw, a brown felt hat was riding low on his forehead.
In spite of Annas vow to ignore the male gender, she couldnt help but be struck by the mans looks. He had something more than just pleasant features. There was a sensuousness about him, a blatant masculinity that made her very aware of his dark hair and skin, his broad shoulders, lean hips and long strong legs. And as she and her mother drew closer, Annas heart raced with foolish anticipation. Of what, she didnt know. She only knew this man struck some sort of chord in her that she hadnt even known she possessed.
Good morning, Miguel, Chloe greeted him warmly.
He turned from the horse he was saddling and nodded in greeting. Good morning, Chloe, Anna.
I see youre taking Rimrock out today, Chloe remarked. Hows his ankle?
The swelling is down and hes had a rest for the past couple of days, so I thought I would use him today and see what happens.
Are you starting roundup this morning or later this week? Chloe asked him. I know you wanted to have everything else caught up before you began.
Miguel inclined his head. This morning is the beginning, he answered. I expect the job will take at least a week.
Chloe glanced suggestively at Anna. Darling, why dont you saddle Ginger and ride along with Miguel? Im sure hed be glad for the extra help, and I know how much you always enjoyed roundup.
Annas mouth popped open. Ride along with Miguel?
Mother! Miguel doesnt want to be bothered. The man has work to do.
Chloe grimaced at her, then turned back to her foreman. Miguel, I assure you Anna is a first-rate cowgirl. Since she started her music career, she hasnt done much of it, but she can probably outrope and outride half the cowboys youll be using today.
Miguels brows arched ever so slightly as his hazel eyes skittered up and down Annas slender figure. She was wearing black jeans and matching jacket. Beneath its opening he could see a pale pink knit shirt that clung to her breasts like an eager hand. She looked anything but a cowgirl. Is that true, Anna?
The way he said her name with just the faintest bit of accent made a tiny shiver race down her spine. Her gaze drifting to a pearl snap in the middle of his chest, she said, Im sure you know mothers are biased.
Chloe rolled her eyes and tapped the toe of her boot. Miguel knows I dont exaggerate. But if youd rather not go, you can stay here and help me groom a few of the yearlings.
Groom the yearlings? Anna could already picture herself being pawed and bitten and rope-burned. Yearlings didnt take to being spruced up, especially when it came to using clippers around their ears and nose and feet.
She was already wearing a heavy, lined jean jacket to protect her against the early-morning coolness, and she could find a pair of chaps in the tack room. Anything else she might need would be on the chuck wagon.
No. I think Ill saddle Ginger and head out to the roundup. She glanced at Miguel who was still studying her with faint skepticism. But you dont have to wait for me, Miguel. Just tell me the area where youll be and Ill catch up.
Theres no hurry. I have a few things to take care of here at the ranch yard before I leave. Ill find you when Im ready.
To keep insisting he go on without her would be rude, Anna decided. And it was obvious he was going out of his way to please her mother. Oh, Lord, what was she letting herself in for? she wondered.
Fine. It wont take me long to saddle Ginger, she told him.
Chloe chuckled softly as the two women headed on down the alleyway between the two endless rows of horse stalls. I figured once I said groom the yearlings youd decide pretty quick you wanted to head out on the roundup.
Mother! Anna hissed under her breath, even though they were clearly out of Miguels earshot. Why did you do that to me?
Chloe shot her daughter an innocent look. Do what, honey?
Anna groaned. You know what! You practically threw me at that man! Mother, he isnt Lester!
No. He certainly isnt. Hes far younger and a lot better looking, dont you think?
Sighing, Anna shook her head with disbelief. If youre trying to do a bit of matchmaking here, Mother, you need to open your eyes and see Miguel Chavez is at least ten years older than me. Probably more.
Chloes green eyes twinkled mischievously. So what does age have to do with anything? Besides, Im not doing any sort of matchmaking. Why would I be, when you keep insisting youre off men forever?
The two of them had reached Gingers stall. Anna reached for the nylon lead rope hanging on the outside of the door.
Mother, youre being deliberately obtuse and you know it.
Oh, Lord, Anna, youre being overly sensitive, arent you? I merely thought youd enjoy going on roundup today. Its your first week back home. I want you to loosen up and quit all this fretting about trivial things.
Trivial! Her reaction to Miguel Chavez was anything but trivial, Anna thought as she watched her mothers swinging stride carry her on to the tack room. But she would deal with it, she told herself fiercely. She wasnt about to let the man ruin her much-needed vacation.
Twenty minutes later Anna was ready and waiting with her paint mare outside the horse barn. Shed found a pair of fringed chaps she used to wear during her teenaged days when shed helped her mother gallop the racehorses. Anna had added on a bit of weight since that time, but she managed to zip the tan leather around her legs. Hopefully once she had them on for a while, the leather would stretch. In any case, she wouldnt ride in the brush without chaps. She knew from experience what a patch of prickly pear or choya cactus could do to a persons unprotected legs.
She was doing a few squats, trying to gain her legs a bit of breathing space when a male voice suddenly sounded behind her.
Are you doing your morning aerobics or trying to teach Ginger a new trick?
Gasping with surprise, Anna whirled around to see Miguel standing a few feet away, a sorrel quietly waiting beside his shoulder
Oh! Lifting her chin, she tugged at the hem of her jacket but it was far too short to hide anything. I...uh, these are my old chaps and Ive grown a little since I last had them on.
The grin on his face deepened, and Anna could feel her cheeks getting redder. This wasnt the way she wanted to start her day. Shed left one lecherous man behind. Yet here she was looking at another one as though he was the grandest thing to come along since sliced bread. She wished she could kick herself.
You must have been a skinny little thing, he observed.
His eyes slid pointedly up and down the length of her, and Anna had never felt so stripped and naked in all her life. Which was crazy. She was covered with several layers of clothing!
Desperate to put a halt to the whole ridiculous encounter, Anna tossed the reins over Gingers head and swung herself up and into the saddle.
Dont worry. The wind wont blow me off if I gallop.
A nylon lariat was coiled around her saddle horn, and a slicker and saddle bags were tied to the skirt of the saddle. If she was a greenhorn she was doing a good job of faking it. Still, Miguel found it hard to believe the soft slender woman sitting astride the paint was little more than a flighty musician, a pampered debutante.
Whether Miss Anna Sanders was capable of being a cowgirl or not, Miguel would grit his teeth and put up with her today. For Chloes sake. But tomorrow shed be on her own. He was a ranch foreman, not a baby-sitter or social director.
Thats good to know, Anna. Hopefully we wont have to gallop.
Bemused, Anna watched him swing up into the sorrels saddle. Was the man insulting her, teasing her, or was he actually serious? His smooth expression left her without a clue.
The two of them eased their mounts out of the ranch yard, past the last of the cattle pens, then east toward the river.
Anna said nothing as she rode stirrup to stirrup with Miguel Chavez. But her lack of conversation wasnt a personal affront to the man. When she was riding the range, she was always entranced by the sights and sounds around her. And it had been so long since shed been out of doors, away from the pressures of her job.
Your sister, Ivy, rarely rides whenever shes home. I dont believe she feels very safe around horses.
She glanced at him. Youve met Ivy?
He nodded. Shes more like her father, I think.
Anna smiled briefly. I expect so. Daddy never had an affinity for horseflesh.
Your father is a very good man.
It pleased her to know this man appreciated her family. Yes. Very.
The two of them crossed the stirrup-deep river, then headed toward the base of the mountain. As they rode, Anna stole glimpses of Miguel Chavez from the corner of her eye. He rose with the ease of a man long accustomed to the saddle, and as she covertly studied him, she couldnt help but think of all her mother had said about him yesterday.
Hed been married once. A long time ago. And he didnt date. Why? Anna wondered. It couldnt be for a lack of willing females. She suspected the man could crook his finger at most any woman, and shed come running. Except herself, of course.
Do you have a family, Miguel?
Not around here. My mother lives in Mexico. My father passed away several years ago.
He looked at her as though he found her questions intrusive, and Anna decided she would bite off her tongue before she asked him anything more.
And Im not married, he added. Nor do I want to be. Surely your mother has already told you that.
Anna very nearly gasped at his remark. Did he actually think she was so desperately interested in him shed resort to discussing him with her mother? Shed never encountered such arrogance.
Still, the bitter look on his face bothered her. She hadnt meant to pry into his private life. Nor was it a good idea to know all that much about the man. But she wanted to know, and that was the most disturbing part of it all.
Several long minutes passed without so much as a glance from her. Miguels gaze fell to her left hand resting against her thigh. There was no ring of engagement or marriage. Though he didnt know exactly how old she was. He thought hed remembered someone saying the twins were twenty-four or -five. Not that old as far as age goes, but certainly old enough to be married.
The idea put a dour look on Miguels face. Women of Annas status rarely needed or wanted a man around their neck. And when they did make the mistake of marrying, it always ended disastrously. When hed first met Charlene, shed been young and rich, just like Anna. And hed been a hopeless fool to think he could keep her happy.
You havent gotten the urge to marry?
She turned a shocked glare on him. Whos been talking about me?
Her odd reaction caused Miguel to study her for long moments. I dont repeat or listen to gossip, Anna. I know nothing about your marital status. I was merely making conversation.
Embarrassed heat flooded her cheeks. Of course he couldnt know about Scott. No one except her parents knew her intended had turned to another woman before the wedding plans were completely finalized.
Staring straight ahead, she said flatly, Well, for your information, Im not married. I doubt I ever will be.
From the corner of her eye, Anna noticed he didnt appear a bit surprised by her grim announcement. But then, hed overheard her opinion about men in the stables. Apparently hed not forgotten her vow.
Im sure having a husband would be a hindrance to your life-style.
She stared at him, her features wrinkling with dismay. A hindrance?
Miguel quickly shook his head. Forget it. Wed better kick our mounts up. The boys are probably waiting on me.
Miguel Chavez believed she was selfish. He obviously thought nothing mattered to her except living the high life. She could have very nearly laughed if the whole thing hadnt been so painful. From the time shed been a small child Anna had never done what she really wanted. Even where Scott was concerned, shed planned to make all sorts of sacrifices to ensure their marriage would start out on solid ground. But let Miguel think what he wanted. What she carried around in her heart was her own business.
In mutual consent, Anna touched her heels to Gingers sides. Their horses immediately broke into a short lope and the faster gait put a halt to any more conversation. Anna was relieved. The man was like barbed wire. Every word, every glance from him pricked her in the most irritating way.
Within a few minutes they topped a rise. In the valley below, a group of portable cattle pens and a squeeze chute had been set up to make a working ranch yard. Six more cowboys and twice that many saddled horses were gathered around the orange metal fencing. Several yards beyond, a chuck wagon was parked and ready to prepare the noonday meal. Near to the makeshift kitchen, a fire had been built and a huge granite coffeepot hung over the low flames. As she and the foreman rode into camp, the scent of the strong brew mingled with horses and leather and crushed sagebrush. It was a mixture of smells Anna loved, and as she sniffed she was enveloped with fond memories.
Several years had passed since Anna had helped with spring roundup. Since then, Lester had retired, and now Miguel Chavez had stepped in to fill his boots. The fact that her mother had hired the man told Anna she obviously respected him as a person and, also, that he knew his business well. Anna normally trusted her mothers judgment, but this was one time she was anxious to see if the man lived up to his reputation.
From the moment Miguel had walked up on Anna last evening in the stables, hed gotten the impression she was far too delicate and sensitive to deal with any sort of ranch work. She was a pianist, for heavens sake. She entertained rich people. Riding the desert range and branding cattle might have been in Annas life years ago, but it wasnt now.
Throughout the morning Miguel kept a close eye on her. After a couple hours passed, he had to concede, in spite of her hothouse looks, she wasnt helpless. She handled Ginger with practiced ease and had no problems heading rollicking calves down off the mountains and into the holding pens.
In fact, she worked with dogged persistence and appeared to know the lay of the land far better than any of the hands. Still Miguel wasnt ready to admit she belonged out here on roundup. Especially when the work on the ground started.
By the time the group stopped to eat a dinner of refried beans, Spanish rice and hot tortillas, more than three hundred head of calves had been gathered. After the meal was over, fires were built in one of the pens and branding irons in the shape of a bar resting atop an M were thrust into the hot coals to heat.
when Miguel realized Anna intended to help with this chore, too, he was shocked. As she made her way toward the work pens, he took her by the arm and led her a few yards out of earshot of the other cowboys.
Dont tell me you have the notion youre going to join the men in the work pens, he said to her.
She arched one haughty brow at him. Of course. Thats why I came out here...to help with roundup.
Miguel should have expected her to argue with him. It was probably a rare thing for her to ever hear the word no. Look, Anna, youre going to get smeared with manure and dirt. You might even get burned or kicked or worse.
She shot him a tired look. Just because Ive been living away for the past few years, doesnt mean Ive forgotten anything about my upbringing, Miguel. Or are you afraid Im going to be in the way of your cowboys?
Miguel didnt exactly think shed be in the way. He really didnt know why he was so opposed to her working on the ground. He only knew he felt a need to protect her.
Hell, Miguel, he silently cursed himself. You ought to know Anna doesnt need protecting. She was one of those women who prided herself on her independence and self-reliance. If she ever did need a mans strength or shoulder to rely on, it wouldnt be a Mexican cowboy like himself.
No, he said with sudden gruffness. I dont think youll be in the way. I just thought Id save you from the nasty work. But if thats your cup of tea, have at it.
He jerked his head toward the pens, where already the calves were bawling with loud protests, and the stench of burning hair and hide drifted on the high-desert wind.
It was obvious to Anna that he didnt want her working in the pens. She didnt know if his attitude stemmed from genuine concern for her safety or to simply be the boss. Either way it annoyed her. From the time shed been old enough and strong enough to hold a kicking calfs hocks together, shed helped her mother and Aunt Rose in the branding pen. She didnt appreciate an outsider telling her she was no longer welcome.
Look, Miguel, the Bar M wasnt always blessed with as many hands as you have working here for you today. When my twin and I were born, my mother and aunts were taking care of this ranch by themselves. And even years later, when I was a small girl, it wasnt all that much better. I know how to work, and Im not afraid of getting my hands dirty.
Have you thought what would happen if you get your hand or finger crushed or burned? Your career would end.
Her expression grim, she said, If need be, I can face my career ending. What I cant bear is being cloistered. Ever.
He held his palms up as if to say he wasnt going to argue with her. You want to be reckless, go right ahead. I wont stop you.
Reckless. Anna wished for once she could let herself really go. Right at the moment shed take immense pleasure in slapping Miguel Chavezs jaw. But youd like to stop me, she said crisply.
He let out a rough sigh. To deal with a precocious woman on today of all days was the last thing Miguel needed. It doesnt matter what I want. This is your ranch. Im sure youre going to do what pleases you, and to hell with my wishes.
Anna gasped and was totally unaware that her fists had become planted on both her hips. This isnt my ranch, either! It belongs to my parents and my aunts and uncles.
He glanced pointedly away from her, and Anna realized he was annoyed that she was wasting his time with trivial facts. Well, wasnt that too bad, she thought. He was the one whod started all this nonsense in the first place.
Isnt that all the same? he asked.
No! And I dont like the impression Im getting from you.
His dark brows lifted skeptically. What impression?
That you think Imsome sort of little princess that has to be condescended to.
His nostrils flared, and something dark and dangerous flickered in his hazel eyes. If you think you can make me believe for one minute that youve ever had to suffer and struggle to make ends meet, youre sadly mistaken. Im not a fool, Anna. You were born into wealth, and you wouldnt know what it was like to be without it.
He was so wrong that she didnt even want to try to correct his thinking. And where was his thinking coming from? It didnt matter, she told herself fiercely. What Miguel Chavez thought of her was his own problem.
My mother said you were a good man. Obviously she doesnt know you.
Anna turned and stomped away from him. She went straight to the branding pen, climbed the metal fence and jumped to the ground inside. Let Miguel be put out with her, she thought angrily. She was home on vacation. If she wanted to help with roundup, she would.
An hour later sweat was pouring down her face, tracking the fine dust coating her skin. Shed long ago shed her jean jacket, and manure now stained the front of her pink cotton shirt and splotched her chaps. But none of those discomforts bothered Anna nearly as much as Miguels earlier remarks had. She was still seething over his attitude, and though hed been working only a few steps away from her, shed done little more than grunt in his direction.
You better watch out, Anna. This one is a strong cuss, the cowhand warned as he bulldogged the half-grown calf to the ground.
Someone appeared with a branding iron just as she managed to grab the calfs two back legs. Im watching, Anna assured him, just hurry and
Annas next word never got past her lips. The next thing she knew the ground slammed against her back and bright white lights were floating in front of her eyes.
Anna! Anna, can you hear me?
The deep male voice persisted, demanding she wake up and open her eyes. Anna struggled to see through the cobwebs floating around in her head.
Miguel? Is that you? she asked weakly.
Cool, rough fingers touched her temple, and she realized something was wrong with her head. Pain was zinging through it like bolts of lightning.
Yes. Its Miguel, the male voice answered.
A strong arm slid beneath her shoulders and pillowed her upper body in a half-sitting position. What...happened? she asked.
Youve been kicked, he said grimly. Can you see me?
Anna tried her best to focus her gaze on his dark face. Her vision was still blurred, but thankfully it was quickly clearing.
Yes. Was I...kicked in the head? She brought her fingers up to her forehead. It felt like someone had whammed her with a hammer.
Right in the temple.
She took a pretty good lick, boss, one of the cowboys that were grouped around them said. Maybe she should go to the doctor.
Youre probably right, Jim, Miguel agreed. Can you men go on, while I take Anna back to the ranch?
No! Anna practically shouted and made a sudden move to get to her feet.
Stay where you are!
The demanding tone of Miguels voice was like a shot of adrenaline to Anna. She shoved herself away from him and stood on rubbery legs.
Im okay. I dont need a doctor!
Another cowhand retrieved her felt hat from the ground where shed fallen and handed it to her. Anna jammed it back on her head and tried not to wince as it settled over the goose egg that had already formed beneath her scalp.
You probably have a concussion, Miguel warned her.
I can see, and I dont have the urge to throw up. I just have an ache in my head. And you would, too, under the circumstances.
Miguel motioned for the men to get back to work, then, taking Anna by the arm, he led her over to the back of the chuck wagon where the two of them would be out of sight from the others.
Why are you continuing to argue with me? You were briefly knocked out cold! he told her, his voice rough with frustration. I want you to swallow a couple of pain pills, and then Im going to ride with you back to the ranch.
Why? I dont need to go back to the ranch.
He glared at her with angry disbelief, and Anna wished she had the strength to knock the know-it-all look off his face.
You didnt need to be down in the branding pen, either, he said, but you wouldnt listen to me.
Oh, sure, throw that up to me! Im sure it tickles you to death to be able to say I told you so.
At this very moment, Miguel wanted to shake her, then hold her as tightly as he could. Hed never been so frightened as when hed heard the thud of the calfs hoof striking her head and then had seen her lying white-faced and lifeless on the ground.
Nothing about this situation tickles me Anna.
She tried not to feel hurt by his attitude. After all, nowhere was it written that he had to like her. In other words, you never wanted me around in the first place. You only tolerated my presence because of my mother. Well, if you must know, I only came out here on this roundup to please my mother.
And here I thought all this time you were pining to be near me, he said sarcastically.
You really are she shook her head sickening!
Suddenly his hand was cupping the back of her neck and his face was dangerously close to hers. What would you know about me, Anna Murdock Sanders? Youve been away from this ranch for more than a year. You didnt even know your mother had hired a new man to run the place. I can plainly see who and what you care about!
Anger turned her cheeks scarlet and made her head pound just that much worse. I think your hands and your notions are both misguided, she said through gritted teeth.
Something flared in his eyes, but before Anna could figure out what it was, pressure from his fingers propelled her forward and a pair of hard lips clamped down on hers.
She groaned a protest in her throat, and her fists came up to push against his shoulders. But that was where her fight ended. Her stunned outrage was suddenly forgotten as her senses gave over to the overwhelming sensation of being in his arms, tasting his hard, warm lips.
Anna was certain an eternity had passed before he finally ended the kiss and looked down at her. By then her legs were trembling even worse than before, and her head reeled with pain and the humiliation of surrendering to the man.
Im certain, he muttered, that you think entirely too much. As for my hands and my notionsyou wont be bothered by either of them again!
Thats the best news Ive had in years!
Miguel didnt know what in hell had come over him. He hadnt wanted to kiss Anna Murdock Sanders! But he had, and even now he still couldnt find the strength to put her away from him.
Can you see straight now? he asked coolly.
Her nostrils flared daintily as her eyes focused on the tantalizing curve of his lips. She was probably just one of many women that had tasted his mouth, she told herself. What had just transpired between them had meant nothing to him, except an act of punishment.
Straighter than Ive ever seen before!
Good. Then get on your horse and get out of here before I say or do something Ill really regret.
Believe me, I already have.
She jerked away from him and strode around to the front of the chuck wagon. The cook searched out a bottle of painkillers for her and Anna quickly swallowed one down with a swig of bitter coffee. By the time shed untethered Ginger and swung herself up into the saddle, Miguel had already dismissed her and gone back to work in the branding pen. Now all she had to do was ride three miles back to the ranch and try to forget shed ever met the man!
Chapter Three
Anna! Anna, wake up!
This time it was her mothers instructions rather than Miguels and the urgency in the older womans voice caused Anna to come awake instantly.
Whats wrong? She glanced at the clock on the nightstand and was alarmed to see it was the middle of the night.
Dont panic, darling, but weve had a telephone call from South America. It sounds as though Adam has been involved in some sort of accident out at one of the oil sites.
Anna bolted upright in bed, and the sudden movement caused her to clutch her head and groan.
Chloe sat down on the side of the mattress and put her arm around her daughter. Im sorry I had to wake you up like this. I know your head must be killing you. But your daddy and I are going to be leaving in a few minutes.
Anna dropped her hands from her temples and stared anxiously at her mother. Now? Tonight? Is he She was forced to stop and swallow as fear knotted her throat. Is he injured critically?
Chloe shook her head. No...it doesnt sound that serious. The caller said Adam was in the hospital with a broken leg. And that was the only injury he knew about.
Thank God for that much, Anna murmured as thoughts of her brother whirled through her mind. Hed always been like a third arm or leg to her. Even when they were apart, she always felt his presence, as he did hers. She ached for him now.
Dont you think I should go, too? I want to see him, she said, quickly throwing back the covers.
Not tonight, Chloe said quickly. You dont need to be traveling with that lump on your head. Besides, if it turns out Adam needs surgery on his leg, we might have to stay down there for an extended time. If thats the case, Ill need you here to see after the horses for me.
Anna nodded at her mothers reasoning. Of course, Ill do anything you need me to.
Chloe hugged her close. I know you will, darling.
She got up from the bed and gently pushed Anna back down against the pillow. Try to rest and dont worry. Well call you as soon as we find out anything. And in the morning please go over to Miguels and explain to him whats happened and that it looks as though well be away for a few days.
Go over to Miguels? Mother, theres no need for that! The man will probably be down at the stables by daybreak. Ill let him know then.
Chloe frowned at her daughter. He wont be down at the stables in the morning. The men are going to be doing roundup without him tomorrow. He was going to Alamogordo to make a deal on some liquid feed.
Then Ill tell him when he gets back.
Chloe shot her an exasperated look. Anna groaned and scrubbed her eyes with both fists. I know, Mother. Im being a pain. Its just that Im worried sick about Adam, and Id rather go see him than stay here with...Miguel Chavez! You might as well know right now that weve had...a run-in.
Chloe made a palms-up gesture as if to tell her daughter so what. Then the two of you will just have to get back on track. I cant concentrate on Adam unless I know this place is being taken care of, and thats going to mean both you and Miguel seeing after things.
Anna always loved having a chance to help her parents, to pay them back for all the wonderful years theyd given her. But why the heck did she have to do it with Miguel Chavez?
Dont worry, Anna assured her mother. I wont let you down. If need be, Ill murder Miguel and persuade Lester to come back.
Fat chance. She headed toward the door, then paused with her hand on the knob. By the way, just what did Miguel do to get you so stirred up?
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