Wrangling Wes
Jacquelin Thomas
Lassoed by Love?What's a city girl like Lydia Emerson doing in Granger, Montana? Her movie-actress boss has given her plenty of strange assignments before, but this one trumps them all. Lydia must win herself a cowboy.And Wes Broward is not just any cowboy. As the millionaire son of the renowned Broward ranching dynasty, he is handsome and confident enough to be a movie star himself–and he knows it. Lydia uses all her L.A. savvy to land this bachelor at a cowboy auction. But "winning" Wes is only the start of her troubles.When one date leads to several, Lydia finds herself falling a little too hard for the charismatic cowboy. With her boss demanding all kinds of confidential information on the Broward clan, Lydia is wracked with guilt. She is just one short step away from losing it all. Will Wes bring her back into the safety in his arms–all in the name of love?
Lassoed by Love?
What’s a city girl like Lydia Emerson doing in Granger, Montana? Her movie-actress boss has given her plenty of strange assignments before, but this one trumps them all. Lydia must win herself a cowboy.
And Wes Broward is not just any cowboy. As the millionaire son of the renowned Broward ranching dynasty, he is handsome and confident enough to be a movie star himself—and he knows it. Lydia uses all her L.A. savvy to land this bachelor at a cowboy auction. But “winning” Wes is only the start of her troubles.
When one date leads to several, Lydia finds herself falling a little too hard for the charismatic cowboy. With her boss demanding all kinds of confidential information on the Broward clan, Lydia is wracked with guilt. She is just one short step away from losing it all. Will Wes bring her back into the safety in his arms—all in the name of love?
“Did you see the way that girl looked at us?” she asked in a low voice.
Wesley laughed. “I believe I’ve compromised your virtue.”
Lydia met his gaze straight on. “Then I guess you’re just going to have to marry me.”
Upstairs in her suite, Wesley pulled her into his arms without preamble. First he kissed her forehead, then her eyes, and finally, he kissed her lips.
Her lips were warm and sweet on his, causing his pleasure to radiate outward.
Wesley kissed her hungrily, as if each kiss was the last.
Lydia locked herself into his embrace as he explored the hollows of her back. “I can’t put into words just how much I want you,” he whispered.
“I want you, too,” she murmured. “But as much as I want to make love, we can’t.”
He pulled away from her slowly to look Lydia in the face. Wesley was pretty sure that he had not heard her correctly.
She took him by the hand and led him over to the sofa. “I have a rule when it comes to making love.”
“What is it?” Wesley inquired. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know. Women and their rules.
“I don’t rush into bed with anyone. I want to see where this relationship is going before I even consider intimacy. I hope that you can respect that.”
“I can,” he told her.
“You aren’t too disappointed, are you?”
Wesley did not like it, but he had no choice but to respect her decision. “I guess I’ll take a cold shower to go.”
JACQUELIN THOMAS
has published more than fifty books in romance, women’s fiction and young adult genres. When she is not writing, Jacquelin enjoys spending time with her family, decorating and shopping. Jacquelin can be reached at jacquelinthomas@yahoo.com. Visit her website, www.jacquelinthomas.net (http://www.jacquelinthomas.net).
Wrangling Wes
Jacquelin Thomas
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dear Reader,
Lydia Emerson arrives in Granger, Montana, with an alias and the intent to learn more about Wes Broward, a handsome cowboy. Although in town on assignment, Lydia soon discovers that romance is in the air in Big Sky Country.
In fact, there are many others who would agree with Lydia. Montana was recently ranked as one of the top romantic states, according to NBC Montana. However, there has always been a certain romanticism connected to the West. I really enjoyed writing Wrangling Wes because this story allowed a glimpse of the beauty of Montana through the eyes of Lydia and Wes.
Best regards,
Jacquelin
Contents
Chapter 1 (#ue5c68d89-3c9f-536a-94d5-4b99c7ca0216)
Chapter 2 (#u7a8e6d28-b618-5a9b-a5d6-22cc17c40ad9)
Chapter 3 (#u52cecb4a-3363-55d2-8930-0931d801b4d5)
Chapter 4 (#ub0d4f7d1-6b15-507b-b2a3-8572639ee684)
Chapter 5 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Extract (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1
Wesley Broward groaned loudly as he flung his right hand toward his shrilly ringing alarm clock. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the small town of Granger, Montana, was already coming alive as cowboys working cattle on the BWB Ranch rode out to pasture to begin the day’s work.
Getting up at 4:00 a.m. every morning to saddle a horse and trot off across the prairie was not for everybody—it definitely was not Wesley’s idea of a great way to start his day. But for most cowboys it was the norm—an important part of the job they cherished.
With another groan of protest, Wesley propelled himself out of bed and padded barefoot into the bathroom. A pair of tired brown eyes stared back as he gazed at his reflection in the mirror. He brushed his teeth and then fingered his neat goatee before jumping into the shower.
Fifteen minutes later, he was dressed in a pair of faded denims, a crisp plaid shirt and cowboy boots. Wesley headed out to the main house, where his parents and grandfather lived. He was on his way to join the rest of the family for breakfast. Wesley and his siblings, Jameson and Laney, often had their meals in the main house, although they all lived on the ranch.
His parents, Steven and Gwendolyn, flourished in thirty-four years of marriage, despite town gossip that theirs was an arranged marriage, a merger between two wealthy families. Even though his parents had an unconventional courtship and marriage, they truly loved and respected one another. They shared something he had never experienced with most of the women he dated—complete and total honesty. There was always some hidden agenda.
His mother’s family—the Webbs—had made its fortune breeding rare stallions. When the two families were joined, Steven and Gwendolyn Webb Broward became the two largest landowners in the state. Wesley reasoned that his parents’ marriage was so successful because Gwendolyn was wealthy in her own right. She and Steven were equals.
Just as Wesley entered through the front door of his parents’ home, he heard a familiar voice holler, “Come and get it.”
Amused, Wesley broke into a grin as he quickly made his way to the dining room. The cook, Rusty, had been whipping up meals for cowboys for nearly twenty years. Rusty recently celebrated his fourth year with the Broward family. His culinary skills were in high demand, and Wesley was grateful that the sixty-something-year-old man had decided to work for his family.
“Morning, y’all,” Wesley greeted as he sat down across from his sister, Laney.
“Good morning, dear,” his mother responded with a warm smile. “Rusty made all your favorites this morning.”
Wesley grinned. “It’s a good thing I brought my appetite.”
He picked up a plate and loaded it with Rusty’s famous sausage, egg and cheese casserole, three slices of bacon, assorted fruit and a biscuit.
“Laney and I are driving into town later this afternoon,” Gwendolyn announced as she reached for her water glass. “We need to pick up our dresses for tomorrow night’s gala. Have you boys picked up your tuxedoes yet?” She took a sip of ice water.
“I brought mine home last Saturday,” Jameson announced as he slathered butter on a biscuit.
“I’ll grab my tux and Dad’s later this afternoon,” Wesley stated. “Grandpa said that he’s wearing the same one he bought last year.” His gaze traveled to where Charles Broward sat—on one end of the table while his son, Wesley’s father, sat at the head.
“I sure am,” Charles confirmed. “It’s clean...looks good as new. I’m not spending money on another tux. Y’all can bury me in it as far as I’m concerned. I intend to get my money’s worth.”
Wesley laughed as he helped himself to another biscuit. He loved his grandfather’s sense of humor and his zest for life. At the age of eighty-four, Charles Broward was still in good health and enjoyed running cattle every now and then.
“Mama, I hope you can maneuver around all of the tourists,” Jameson said. “Granger’s not been the same since Laney brought home that gold medal.”
Wesley felt a thread of pride snake down his spine at the mention of his sister’s name. Laney was skilled in three-day eventing, a grueling sport that combined the disciplines of dressage, show jumping and cross-country, which recently earned her a gold medal in the summer Olympic Games. “I think it’s a good thing,” Gwendolyn responded. “Tourism has certainly picked up.”
Wesley agreed. More and more visitors were flocking to the town every day, including celebrities.
Although some said that the town was a mile from heaven, it was in reality located about one hundred miles north of the capital city. Granger had a population of two thousand. The only reason anyone had ever heard of Granger was because of his family’s financial standing. The Broward family was named the wealthiest ranchers in the state of Montana.
Gwendolyn wiped her mouth on the edge of her napkin. “Granger is a beautiful place to live and raise a family. The town has a rich history and much more to offer. It’s a hidden gem, in my opinion.”
He studied his mother for a moment. She was gentle, serenely wise and beautiful. She was also one of the top horse breeders in the country.
Gwendolyn met his gaze and smiled warmly. “Mayor Thorne told me that business has been booming for downtown Granger. Even our local grocery store is experiencing a boom in business. Laney’s success as an Olympian has contributed to Granger’s long-term economic stability.”
Frowning into his glass of orange juice, Jameson uttered, “I can’t believe you’re okay with a bunch of strangers coming into town and corrupting everything our community has built here.”
“Stop being so negative, Jameson,” Laney interjected, a hint of irritation in her voice. “This is a good thing. Mama is right. Tourism is a good thing because it brings in money for the town. I certainly don’t see anything wrong with that.”
“I don’t, either,” Charles stated. “Now, what I don’t like is the sudden influx of celebrities coming to Granger and wanting to turn it into some type of playground for the rich and famous. I heard some singer wanted to buy the Triple K Ranch and remodel it into some fancy mansion.”
“They were talking about it on the news last night,” Wesley contributed. “It’s not going to happen though. The owners have decided not to sell the place.”
“Good,” Jameson stated.
“Tomorrow is the big night,” Charles announced. “The annual Cowboy Auction.” His gaze traveled over to his grandson, and he said, “Wes, I’m sure you’re gonna bring in a pretty penny. You being the ‘Most Eligible Rancher’ and all.”
“Grandpa, I wouldn’t even participate if it wasn’t for charity,” Wes responded smoothly, keeping his face void of emotion. His family cosponsored the annual gala fundraiser for the Granger Farmland Preservation Society.
“You and Jameson usually bring in the most money,” Gwendolyn interjected. “The Granger Farmland Preservation Society appreciates all you do for the fundraiser.”
Jameson grunted in response.
She released a soft sigh. “I know how much you all hate participating in the auction, but can you please remember that this is for charity?”
“I’m actually thinking about putting myself on the auction block,” Charles announced. “I’m pretty sure I can still fetch a dollar or two.”
Wesley laughed. It had been three years since the death of his grandmother May. He knew that his grandfather was lonely and some female companionship might be just what he needed, even for one night.
“Maybe you should, Grandpa. Jameson and I will need some stiff competition tomorrow night.”
“Actually, Grandpa, you should participate in the auction,” Jameson agreed. “Then I can sit this one out.”
His mother shook her head. “There’s room for all three of you. Jameson, why do we have to go through this every year?”
“I know it’s for charity, Mom,” he said, “but I hate being on display like a piece of meat.”
Wesley stole a glance at his mother, who was silently studying his sister. He noted the intense but secret expression on Laney’s face. Something was going on with her—something she was not ready to share with any of them.
“You’re awfully quiet, Laney,” Gwendolyn stated. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.”
It was apparent to Wesley that his mother was not convinced. “Why don’t you go out for a morning ride? It might lift your mood,” he suggested.
In truth, he was not convinced, either. “I’ll ride with you,” Wesley offered. Maybe if it were just the two of them, Laney might open up to him.
“Thanks, Wes, but I really don’t feel like riding,” Laney responded as she rose to her feet. “I think I’ll just go down to the office. I need to check on the medical supplies and see what needs to be replenished. I know that we are out of some stuff.”
“What’s going on with Laney?” Wesley inquired after she left the room. “She hasn’t seemed like herself in days.” In fact, he thought Laney looked a little pale.
Jameson agreed. “I’ve noticed it, too. Maybe it’s because she’s no longer in the limelight as much. She could be going through a sort of media withdrawal.”
“I don’t think that’s what it is,” Gwendolyn stated. “But I know my daughter. Something is bothering her.”
He had never seen Laney look so troubled. Wesley had no idea what was going on with his sister, but he intended to find out.
* * *
Lydia LaSalle...LaSalle...she repeated over and over in her mind. Her feet slowed as she neared the front desk of the hotel.
“Hello, my name is Lydia LaSalle and I have a reservation.” Her voice sounded a pitch higher than she would have liked.
The hotel clerk, a young woman, glanced up from the computer monitor, smiling warmly. “Welcome to the Granger Hotel, Miss LaSalle.”
Lydia set her iPhone on the counter and pulled a wallet out of her purse.
“We’ve reserved the Emerald Suite for you.”
She smiled. “Thank you.” Lydia relaxed as she accepted the room key from the clerk. She worried that the fake driver’s license would not pass the woman’s scrutiny, but everything was working according to plan.
“I hope you will find your stay with us an enjoyable one,” the front-desk clerk said.
“I’m sure I will,” Lydia responded. She put away her wallet as she walked toward the elevators.
“Miss LaSalle...”
It took a moment for Lydia to remember that the woman was addressing her. She turned around to find the desk clerk holding up her cell phone. She had been caught off guard—something Lydia could not allow to happen again.
“Oh, my goodness,” she murmured. “Thanks so much. I would be completely lost without my phone.”
She had checked in the hotel as Lydia LaSalle but her real name was Lydia Emerson. As far as the people in this small town were concerned, she was a wealthy heiress on vacation.
Lydia tipped the bellhop twenty dollars after he set the three pieces of designer luggage inside her suite. She had just recently arrived in town, but she had a to-do list a mile long.
As soon as she was alone in the suite, Lydia ran into the bedroom and dived into the king-size bed.
“Ooh...this feels wonderful.” Although she traveled a lot, Lydia had never stayed in a room as extravagant as this one, which was decorated in rich jewel-tone colors and dark mahogany.
“Okay, enough being silly,” she whispered. “I have a lot to do, so I need to get unpacked.”
She picked up a suitcase.
“Ow!”
She hopped on her left foot and clutched at the bruised toes on her right one. Shooting a furious glare at the bolted-down table, Lydia limped her way over to the king-size bed.
She laid the suitcase down on the bed.
With her aching toes throbbing in concert with her beating heart, Lydia opened it and began removing the contents.
She moved forward, encountering the average-size walk-in closet. Lydia hung up the gown she’d planned to wear to the upcoming charity function. She had only dreamed of wearing a couture creation like this and never expected it to come true.
After unpacking, Lydia sat down on the edge of her bed. She picked up her cell phone and dialed.
“Hey, girl...”
She smiled at the sound of her best friend’s voice. “Jasmine, I just wanted to let you know that I made it to Granger.” They’d met during Lydia’s first week in Los Angeles and had become fast friends.
“I can’t believe you’re in Montana. With your job, I figured you’d be taking trips to places like Europe or some exotic island.”
“Not this time around.”
“Take lots of pictures for me. I doubt I’ll ever visit Montana.”
Lydia laughed. “It’s actually quite pretty here. The mountains, the lakes and miles of gorgeous blue sky.”
“Really? Maybe I should come visit.”
“You’d be bored after a couple of days, Jasmine. While it’s beautiful here, there is nothing but a bunch of ranches, cattle and cowboys—none of which is of interest to you.”
“You’re right,” her friend responded. “I really don’t know how you’re going to survive these next few weeks. You’re a city girl.”
“I’ll manage,” Lydia responded with a chuckle. “I’m sure I’ll have enough work to keep me busy.”
“Well, make sure to try and have some fun. Don’t work too hard.”
Lydia laughed. “And you get some work done. Cut back on the fun.”
She hung up with Jasmine and called her mother next.
As expected, the call went to voice mail. “Mama, I just wanted you to know that I’m in Montana for business. I’m going to be here for a few weeks. Call me when you get a minute.” Her mother worked odd hours at the post office in Syracuse, her hometown. She hoped to make enough money one day to convince her mother to retire. The woman had worked hard all of her life. Lydia wanted her mother to take a moment to relax.
Lydia decided to have lunch delivered to her room.
While she waited for her food to arrive, Lydia sat down on the sofa and pulled a folder out of her leather tote.
A photograph fell into her lap.
Wesley Broward was a very handsome man, indeed. Thirty years old and single, although it was rumored that he had left a string of broken hearts all over the Mountain States. Lydia could clearly understand why women were so drawn to him—those sexy brown eyes and smooth complexion except for the neatly trimmed mustache and goatee. According to her notes, he stood six feet tall and was well-fit and muscular. Lydia knew that Wesley wasn’t much of a society man, but someone with his wealth could not completely escape the attention of gossip columns and news magazines.
She was looking forward to meeting the Broward family, but Lydia was especially excited at the prospect of getting to know Wesley. Her eyes traveled to his face.
It was so easy to get lost in those intense eyes of his, she cautioned herself. Lydia reminded herself that she was not in Granger to fall in love with a cowboy. As soon as her work was finished, Lydia intended to return to Los Angeles.
* * *
Wesley strolled outside after everyone had finished eating breakfast. It was time to get his day started. He paused on the porch, allowing the subtle warmth from the morning sun to embrace him.
“I guess you’ll be adding another broken heart to your list after tomorrow night,” Jameson said as he stood beside Wesley.
“Actually, I have no intentions of getting involved with my date. It’s too much trouble,” he responded. “What about you? Women in Granger have been trying to tie you down for years.”
“Not for the right reasons,” Jameson said. His lips curved upward. “And I have enough sense to leave it at one date. But then again, no one has ever tossed their underwear onstage to me.”
Recalling the incident, Wesley burst into laughter. “I forgot all about that. The auction last year did get a little wild. That auction was the cowboy’s equivalent of a rock concert. I felt like a rock star.”
Jameson chuckled. “All right, Rock Star...let’s get our horses and take a ride.”
They made their way to the stables and quickly saddled their horses.
Minutes later, the cool, April morning stillness was punctured by the slapping of saddle leather, the jingling of spurs and the rhythmic beat of horses’ hooves on the soft ground as Wesley and Jameson rode their horses down the road toward the pasture where the workers had taken the cattle to graze.
“I’m going to ride around the perimeter,” Wesley stated. He usually performed a check every other day to make sure there were no broken or stretched wires, broken posts, fallen trees or branches on the fence line.
There was a time when he was excited to be outside with the cattle, but things had changed lately. He was restless.
Ranching was in his blood. Wesley was born into the lifestyle, but there was a longing—a longing to try something new. He just had no idea what he wanted to do. It wasn’t what he considered a burning desire, but an itch to explore the possibilities was severe enough to stay in the forefront of his mind.
His mother considered his restlessness as a sign to settle down with a wife and have a family of his own. Wesley wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea of marriage; it was finding the right woman that presented a challenge. He had already decided that he would have to look outside Granger for a wife. Most of the women he had come in contact with seemed to have more of an interest in the family wealth than in him. His parents were both well-off when they met and married. Wesley believed he would have to find a woman who already had financial security to take as his mate.
He valued honesty above all other qualities. The rumor mill had him painted as a ladies’ man, but while he enjoyed the attention of women, he had no patience when it came to manipulation and deceit.
* * *
Lydia turned around slowly as she eyed her reflection in the full-length mirror. The dress really was gorgeous and cost more than what she made in a month. Thankfully, she had not been the one to foot the bill for it.
In keeping her true identity a secret, it was important that she dress the part, as well. She was about to mingle with some of Montana’s wealthiest residents. Lydia inhaled deeply, and then exhaled.
Please don’t let me make a fool of myself, she prayed.
This should be easy, Lydia silently reasoned. After all, she had been pretending most of her life. Her father left when she was young and appeared sporadically throughout her teen years. The story Lydia told to her friends growing up was that his absence was because he worked overseas. No one ever knew how hard it was for Lydia and her mother to make ends meet.
At one point, her mother worked two jobs, leaving Lydia to fend for herself. When she started high school, her mother landed employment with the post office where she was now a supervisor.
Lydia shook away thoughts of the past. She wanted only to focus on the present, and right now she had a gala to attend.
She grabbed her clutch purse and made her way downstairs to the ballroom where the gala was being held.
Shortly after Lydia’s arrival, Wesley strolled into the ballroom alongside his brother, causing a stir among the ladies in attendance.
She was careful to stay out of sight. Lydia wanted a chance to observe Wesley without his knowledge.
He was very handsome, and from his body language, it was obvious that Wesley knew that he looked good.
He was well aware of the magnetism he exuded. Lydia was sure of it. She was by no means blinded by his appeal, but such an attraction could prove disastrous. Lydia was determined to do exactly what she came to do—nothing more. The last thing she intended to do was get involved with a cowboy. She couldn’t imagine anything they would have in common.
She took note of his parents when they arrived with daughter Laney. The Browards were a stunning family. Steven stood tall like his sons; he was bald with a graying beard. His wife, Gwendolyn, was a tall woman with a medium brown complexion and intelligent eyes that missed nothing. Wesley’s sister had an athletic build, although she moved about gracefully. She wore her long brown hair straight.
The patriarch, Charles Broward, entered the room within minutes of the rest of the family, smiling and even flirting with a few of the women. He was still a handsome man with distinctive blue eyes despite his advanced age.
Lydia noticed a couple of females staring in her direction and whispering. Most likely, they were discussing her. After all, she was the interloper. She supposed this was due to Granger being a small town with a population of about two thousand.
She lifted her chin, meeting their curious gazes straight on. Lydia gave them a tiny smile before walking toward the bar. Lydia caught sight of Wesley coming toward her and quickly changed directions. She was not ready for him to take notice of her.
“Your dress is stunning,” a young woman complimented. She was standing directly in Lydia’s path.
“Thank you. I love the color of your gown,” Lydia responded with a smile. “That shade of blue is a favorite of mine.” After a brief pause, she added, “Hi, I’m Lydia.”
“It’s nice to meet you. My name is Maggie. Welcome to Granger.”
“I suppose in a town this size, everyone knows everybody.”
Maggie nodded. “You’re absolutely right, honey. We can spot an outsider as soon as they step across the city limits. If you don’t mind my asking, what brings you to Granger?”
“A few months ago, I came across an article on the town and decided it would be the perfect place to visit,” Lydia stated. “I’ve always wanted to see Montana.”
“Since Laney Broward won a gold medal at the Olympics, we have had a flood of folks from all over. Some come to visit and end up staying. I think it’s wonderful. This town can use some new blood, if you ask me.” Maggie took her by the arm. “C’mon over here, honey. Let me introduce you around. Maybe that way the folks will stop staring you down. We’re a curious bunch here in Granger.”
Lydia chuckled.
They moved about the room, pausing here and there so that Maggie could introduce her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met people who were so warm and welcoming,” Lydia said.
Maggie led the way to where a group of important-looking attendees were standing. Lydia glanced over her shoulder, searching for Wesley. She found him standing near the buffet table with two other men.
Their gazes met and locked.
After what seemed like an eternity, Lydia turned her attention back to Maggie.
“Where are you from?”
“Los Angeles,” Lydia replied. She stole a glance to where she last saw Wesley. Lydia’s eyes traveled the room, searching when he was no longer there. She found him sitting down at a table with his sister. The two appeared deep in conversation.
At the sound of her name, Lydia pasted on a smile as Maggie continued to make introductions.
As they neared the table where the Broward family was sitting, Lydia released a soft sigh. It seemed the men had decided to leave the table for whatever reason.
“Hey, y’all,” Maggie uttered in greeting. “I want to introduce you to Lydia. She’s visiting our lil’ town.”
Gwendolyn smiled. “It’s very nice to meet you, dear.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well,” Lydia responded. She turned her attention to Laney and said, “Congratulations on winning the gold.”
“Thank you,” Laney murmured. “I hope you’ll enjoy Granger.”
“I’m sure I will. It’s so beautiful here.”
Lydia was glad when they moved on to the next table. Maggie was intent on her meeting everyone at the fundraiser, it seemed.
“Oh, the auction is about to start,” Maggie said. “We should take our seats.”
“Thanks for the introductions,” Lydia told her. “I appreciate it.”
“Happy to do it,” Maggie responded with a smile. “I’ll catch up with you after the auction.”
Lydia walked quickly, her heels tapping a steady rhythm across the dance floor.
The moment she had been waiting for all night long had finally arrived.
Lydia was ready.
Chapter 2
“Get ready, ladies, to bid money to win a date with some of our most eligible males in Granger. Winners get a romantic date featuring a delicious candlelight dinner, wine and dancing,” the auctioneer announced.
Lydia felt a shiver of anticipation course down her spine. Single women all around the room rose to their feet and gathered near the stage. She was careful to remain near the back of the gathering group, farthest from the front.
“Let’s start the bid at one thousand dollars for this handsome cowboy here,” said the auctioneer. “Jameson Broward loves to travel and is looking to take one lucky girl on a romantic date exploring international cuisine. I don’t know about you, but I love to eat, so this sounds like heaven.”
Laughter and chuckles rang out across the room.
Lydia noted that Jameson wore a handsome smile, but that smile did not reach his eyes. He did not appear at all happy to be on the auction block.
She took a sip of her white wine. This was about to get interesting.
“One thousand dollars,” a woman called out.
“Eleven hundred,” a second woman countered.
“Fifteen hundred,” another bid.
A young woman standing near Lydia won Jameson for five thousand dollars.
The Broward patriarch, Charles, also ignited a bidding war—between a twenty-something-year-old and a more mature woman, which Lydia found amusing.
The young woman’s tenacity and wallet won out at three thousand dollars.
“Looks like Miss Patti Wier has won herself a cowboy and a gentleman,” the auctioneer said.
Laughter and cheers rang around the room.
Now it was time for Wesley to step up on the auction block. Lydia knew instinctively that he would bring in the most money, and she was prepared.
“This handsome cowboy has a surprise in store for some lucky woman. Girls, I tried to pry the details out of him, but Wesley Broward’s not telling. Don’t you just love a man who can keep a secret?”
“One thousand dollars,” Lydia heard someone yell out.
“Two thousand,” another said.
She glanced around the room as others quickly tossed out bids.
The bidding was fast-paced and frenzied.
When the amount rose to six thousand dollars, only two women were still in a bidding war.
“Six thousand five hundred.”
“Seven thousand dollars.”
The room grew quiet.
It’s time, Lydia decided.
“Ten thousand dollars,” she said loudly.
The room was suddenly filled with tense silence as all eyes turned toward the young woman who had placed the highest bid in the charity event’s history.
* * *
Amused, Wesley joined the others in the search. He usually brought in the most money, but this was a completely unexpected turn of events. Historically, the bids were never higher than six thousand dollars.
He continued to gaze around the room, searching for the woman who had just outbid the others. As the sea of people parted, he glimpsed a beauty wearing a stunning teal and purple gown. He had noticed her earlier. It had been a few fleeting glances at best, but they were enough to ignite his interest. She was not familiar to him, as he knew most of the women in Granger. However, the stranger seemed to know Maggie Dillon.
Maggie was married to the owner of the Double D Ranch. The redhead with big blue eyes was nice enough, but she loved to talk.
The stunning woman made her way gracefully toward the stage as the room erupted into loud clapping. Slowly and seductively, Wesley’s gaze slid downward, giving her body a raking once-over.
“Do you know her?” Jameson asked his brother in a low voice.
“No, but I saw her for a split second with Maggie earlier.” He didn’t add that she had captured his interest and learning more about her was already on his agenda.
Wesley’s breath caught in his throat as she neared the stage. She was gorgeous, and definitely not from around these parts. He was thrilled to be won by an outsider—and a beautiful one at that.
“Come on up, honey,” the auctioneer said. “We want to get some pictures of our bachelors and their dates.”
From his vantage point onstage, Wesley estimated her age to be in her middle to late twenties. He decided she was about five feet seven inches tall. She had a slender but curvy build. As she neared the stage, Wesley glimpsed her big brown eyes with long lashes, warm cocoa complexion and dark, curly tresses. He found himself looking forward to his date with this stranger.
* * *
Lydia blew out a breath as her stomach began to twist and ripple with nerves that had been shivering through her all evening. Those feelings intensified just as she was about to join Wesley on the stage.
Something vaguely sensuous passed between them.
“Hello, darlin’,” he greeted in a low voice. “It appears you and I are going on a dream date.”
Looking up into Wesley’s handsome face, she smiled. “Yes, it does appear that way.”
“Come closer,” he whispered. “I won’t bite.”
The underlying sensuality of his words captivated Lydia. She could clearly tell that he was a man who enjoyed the attention of women.
Wesley wrapped an arm around her and held her snugly as they posed for pictures before leaving the stage.
Lydia relaxed, sinking into his cushioning embrace. Her skin tingled where Wesley touched her, his nearness making her senses spin.
“What is your name, pretty lady?” he asked while walking her back to her table.
“Lydia LaSalle,” she responded with a smile. “And I already know that you are Wesley Broward. It’s nice to finally meet the man I’ve heard so much about.”
Lydia could tell from the look of surprise on his face that she had caught him momentarily off guard, but he seemed to recover quickly.
“I hope everything you’ve heard presents me in a positive light.”
“It does,” she confirmed.
“You have me at a disadvantage, I’m afraid,” Wesley stated. “What brings you to Granger?”
“I heard it was a lovely place to visit,” Lydia responded smoothly. “I thought I’d come see for myself, and it really is beautiful. It’s definitely one of Montana’s hidden gems.”
“How long are you staying in town?”
“I’m not sure,” she answered. “For a few weeks at least.”
Wesley seemed to be peering at her intently, and Lydia was strangely flattered by his interest.
“How does Saturday night work for you?” he inquired. “For our date.”
She nodded. “I don’t have any pressing plans, so it’s perfect.”
He sat down on the vacant chair beside her, and once again, when his gaze met hers, her heart turned over in response.
This is so crazy, Lydia thought to herself. The man is just being nice to me. I just paid ten thousand dollars for a date with him. I would be nice to anyone who paid that much money to go out with me.
All eyes seemed to be on the two of them, but Wesley didn’t seem to mind. He continued to gaze at Lydia, almost as if he were photographing her with his eyes.
“You’re staring at me,” she murmured.
“I can’t help myself,” Wesley said matter-of-factly. “You are beyond beautiful.”
She laughed. “This is the first time I’ve been told that. I heard that cowboys have a way with the ladies. I’m beginning to believe it.”
Lydia tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through her. She wanted to resist his charm, but she could not. She was powerless to resist.
“Would you like to dance?” Wesley asked, gesturing toward the dance floor.
“Sure,” Lydia replied with complacent buoyancy.
She rose to her feet in one fluid motion, prompting him to follow suit.
On the dance floor, Maggie brushed past her, gave a thumbs-up and winked.
Lydia swayed to the music.
“You’re a good dancer,” Wesley told her.
“So are you,” Lydia responded.
“Do you do any line dancing?” he asked.
Lydia shook her head. “I’m willing to learn,” she responded with a grin.
The next song that came on provided Wesley an opportunity to give her some instruction.
“You’re a quick learner,” Wesley said as they left the dance floor.
She laughed. “I don’t know about that. I was awful out there.”
This time he did not take a seat when they returned to her table. Instead, he picked up her right hand and kissed it. “It’s been a pleasure talking to you,” Wesley said. “My mother’s over there glaring at me, so I need to make my rounds. My work is never done, it seems.”
“I understand,” she responded. His family was a major sponsor, so this was a working event for Wesley. “It was nice to meet you.”
“I will see you Saturday.”
Lydia nodded. “It’s a date.”
* * *
Lydia hummed softly as she sat down on the edge of her bed and removed her silver high-heeled sandals. She rose to her feet and slipped off her gown, replacing it with a pair of knit shorts and a tank top.
She strolled into the bathroom to remove her makeup and brush her teeth before settling down in the middle of the bed with her cell phone.
“Hey, it’s me,” Lydia said. “I have some really good news to report. Everything went according to plan. Wesley and I have a date on Saturday.”
“That’s wonderful.”
Smiling, she responded, “I knew you’d be pleased.”
“So tell me, Lydia...is Wesley Broward really as handsome in person as he is in all the magazines?”
“He is,” Lydia confirmed. “One thing’s for sure—he definitely seems to have a high regard for himself.”
There was a chuckle on the other end of the line. “I’m sure he’s very charming.”
Lydia settled back against a stack of pillows. “He was nice enough, but I didn’t get to spend much time with him.”
“Why not? Lydia, that’s why I sent you to Montana. What were you doing all night?”
“I couldn’t exactly monopolize his time,” Lydia stated. “He and his family cosponsored the fundraiser, so he was busy much of the night. I did exactly what you wanted. I won Wesley at the auction and we are going to have dinner together this weekend.” She paused a moment before adding, “Besides, if I’d come on too strong, that would’ve made him suspicious.”
“I suppose you’re right. Just make sure you find out everything there is to know about Wesley Broward and his family. Speaking of which, did you get to meet his family?”
“Briefly,” Lydia responded.
“What were they like?”
“They seemed nice enough,” she said, wondering yet again why her boss seemed so interested in the Broward family. “What is this really about?”
“I pay you enough to not ask questions, Lydia. Just do your job.”
Her employer disconnected the call before she could utter a response.
She released a sigh of frustration. There were times when Lydia wondered why she ever agreed to work for someone so self-absorbed and demanding, but it was a prime opportunity. Lydia had dreams of getting into entertainment management, and her job could provide her a foot in the door.
Her employer could be so sweet when she wanted to be, but then she could also be hard as nails, which probably served her well in her profession.
The one question that remained in Lydia’s mind was regarding her employer’s connection to Wesley. It was pretty obvious that the two did not know each other.
What’s really going on?
Lydia knew she would remain in the dark until her boss decided to open up about her plans concerning Wesley.
Thinking about him prompted the beginnings of a smile. Lydia found herself to be quite taken by his cowboy “Code of the West” charm. Her body tingled at the thought of seeing him on Saturday for their date. The memory of why she had come to Granger invaded her thoughts. She liked Wesley, but not only that, she just wasn’t comfortable with her role in this scheme. It bothered her that her employer was acting so suspiciously. Lydia vowed that she would not do anything that would hurt Wesley.
She thought about the way he gazed at her upon her approach to the stage earlier. Lydia had not missed his obvious examination and approval. However, Lydia had not expected to be so drawn to Wesley. She had to find a way to maintain control over the situation.
Sighing softly, Lydia settled into her bed. It had been an exciting evening, but she was tired.
Tomorrow she’d be busy putting her employer’s plan into action.
Chapter 3
Wesley had to be up early the next morning, so he left shortly after eleven o’clock to return to the ranch. He’d agreed to drive his grandfather home on the way, since his parents and siblings were still at the hotel.
“That was a purdy lil’ woman that wrangled you tonight, Wes,” his grandfather said as he removed his tuxedo jacket. “Right purdy girl.”
He chuckled. “From the looks of it, you didn’t do too bad yourself, Grandpa.”
“I just have to remember to have her home before her curfew.”
Wesley threw back his head and laughed. “I noticed some of the women weren’t happy at being outbid by a twenty-year-old—especially Eugenia Maple. She’s had her eye on you since her husband died last year.”
“She may have her eye on me, but I’m not interested,” Charles uttered. “I know for a fact she drove Henry to his grave. From what he used to tell me, Eugenia is not an easy woman to live with. I’ll tell you this, Wes. That’s not how I intend to live out the rest of my days—with a nagging woman.”
“I want someone I can be friends with,” Wesley stated. An image of Lydia materialized in his mind.
“Friends with,” his grandfather repeated.
He nodded. “I want a woman I like being around and want to spend time with. I want a woman I can talk to about anything and she’s actually interested in hearing what I have to say. I want a woman who will be honest and trustworthy. Someone who won’t play games.”
“Your grandmother was... She was a good woman. Outspoken and told the truth, even when you didn’t want to hear it. Lawd knows...I miss that woman.”
“Grandpa, I miss her, too,” Wesley confessed. “Things aren’t the same without her.”
He headed to the front door. “Don’t forget to take your medicine, Grandpa.”
Charles waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. “Good night, Wes.”
Laughing, Wesley responded, “I’ll see you in the morning.” His grandfather resented being treated like an old man. He was independent and intent on doing things his own way.
Wesley drove from the main house to his own place, a three-bedroom cabin that had been renovated six years prior.
Inside, he walked straight to his bedroom and undressed.
As he prepared for bed, Wesley’s thoughts turned back to Lydia. His attraction to her was instant, igniting an interest in learning more about her. The fact that she had her own money was also attractive to him. He had long grown tired of gold diggers.
Lydia was different from the women he was used to dealing with. Unlike in the past, Wesley found himself looking forward to Saturday night.
Maybe it was because she wasn’t from Granger. Whatever the reason, his interest in her was piqued. He was looking forward to getting to know Lydia better.
Wesley had no doubt in his mind that he would be seeing more of her after Saturday night. It was just the beginning for them.
* * *
Saturday arrived along with her long-anticipated date with Wesley. Lydia fingered her curls as she eyed her reflection in the mirror.
I feel like an excited schoolgirl experiencing her first date. She giggled at the thought. It had been a long time since she’d felt this way. Lydia had to remind herself that this wasn’t a real date.
The thought put a damper on her excitement. It was a ruse to get close to Wesley.
The ringing of her cell phone provided a wonderful distraction for her. Lydia picked it up, looking at the caller ID. “I can’t talk to you right now,” she whispered.
She tossed the cell on the bed and then turned her attention back to her appearance. Even though it was not a real date, Lydia wanted to look her best for Wesley. She had a feeling that it would be a night she would never forget. Wesley had been very secretive about their date and had given her no details. I can’t read too much into this, Lydia reminded herself. The only reason he was taking her out was because she’d donated ten thousand dollars to charity. It wasn’t even her own money that she’d used. She was not even being her true self.
A thread of guilt snaked down her spine. Lydia liked Wesley, and deep down it really bothered her that she was not being completely honest with him.
She kept trying to convince herself that it didn’t matter. Lydia was in Granger to find out everything she could about Wesley, and then she would be returning to Los Angeles.
Yet, she could not deny the spark of excitement at the prospect of spending time with Wesley Broward, even if it was a job.
A job, she acknowledged, she would find enjoyable.
Lydia jumped at the sound of a knock on the door.
She did a final check of her makeup and hair before opening the door.
Wesley raised an eyebrow a fraction at the sight of her.
Their gaze met and held.
Lydia could almost feel the movement of his breathing. “Hello,” she whispered.
He wore a starched white shirt and a pair of black denim pants with highly polished cowboy boots. The sight of Wesley standing in her hotel room made Lydia’s heart beat rapidly and her pulse quicken. A delicious shiver of wanting ran through her.
She could barely tear her gaze away from him.
Neither one said a word.
After a few moments, Lydia burst into a short, nervous laugh to break the silence. “I guess we should get a move on.”
Wesley nodded. “Yes, ma’am, but there’s one thing you need to do before we go.”
Confused, she met his gaze. “What is it?”
“You need to take off that dress.”
* * *
The heavy lashes that shadowed her cheeks flew up. “Excuse me?” What’s wrong with my dress? she wondered.
Wesley eyed the silk dress Lydia was wearing and smiled. She looked exquisite—too exquisite for the evening he’d planned for them. His gaze traveled to her shoes. “You might want to wear something a little more comfortable,” he told her.
She glanced down at her clothes and asked, “Why? Where are we going?”
“It’s a surprise,” he murmured.
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” Lydia responded.
“Okay,” he said. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
She was quiet on the drive to the surprise location. Wesley drove to the last place anyone would think he would bring a date.
When he pulled into the parking lot of their destination, he stole a peek at Lydia. Her expression was unreadable.
“What’s the name of this place?” she asked.
“Shank of the Evening Saloon.”
“That’s quite an interesting name,” Lydia responded as she eyed the wooden shack. To most outsiders, it probably looked like an old eyesore, but not to her. “How old is this place?”
“It’s been around for almost seventy-five years,” he told her. “And it’s a favorite of ranchers in the area.”
Wesley noticed that she looked mildly surprised that he would bring her to such a gritty establishment whose interior walls were covered with old license plates, news clippings and photos of the past.
But if Lydia was at all shocked by his choice of venue, she certainly hid it well.
Lydia had no idea that the only reason he’d brought her to this place was to gauge her reaction. Quite a few women were interested more in his money than in him. Wesley wanted to get a feel for Lydia. He was curious as to why she’d bid so much money for a date with him. It had to be to get his attention.
Lydia had no idea that she had already sparked Wesley’s interest in her. He cleared his throat, pretending not to be affected.
“What would you like to drink?” he asked, fully expecting her to order some girlie drink.
She glanced around the saloon, and then said, “I’d like a beer.”
Wesley was surprised. He also noted that she didn’t flinch at the less-than-refined behavior of some of the patrons around them, and he was impressed. There was more to this city girl than he first thought.
Their beers arrived.
Lydia took a sip of hers.
He smiled when she didn’t make a face at the taste. This was a woman who truly seemed to enjoy a beer every now and then.
“You look surprised,” she said. “You’ve never seen a girl drink beer?”
“I never thought a city girl like you would ever drink one, or be comfortable in a place like this.”
“I’m an occasional drinker,” Lydia told him. “I may drink a beer once or twice a year. My drink of choice is a chocolate raspberry martini, but I’m pretty sure I won’t find that here.”
Wesley chuckled. “You’re right about that.”
“As for this place, this is nothing new to me,” Lydia stated. “I’ve been in places similar to this back home in New York.”
She swayed to the music. “I’ve never been much of a country music lover, but it’s actually growing on me.”
“I like some of it,” he responded. “I’m more of a jazz lover.”
“Really?”
He nodded. “There’s no better music than jazz. My favorites are the samba/bossa nova standards, especially if I want some soft, pleasant jazz to relax to.”
“Wesley, what do you do for recreation?” Lydia asked. “Do you play any sports?”
“I played football and basketball in high school,” he answered. “I didn’t do much in college though because of a knee injury. I focused more on my studies. As for now, I enjoy riding my horse in the evenings—it relaxes me after a long day. I play basketball every now and then with some guys I went to college with. What about you? What do you do for fun?”
Lydia smiled at him. “Not much these days.”
“Why is that?” Wesley asked.
“No special reason,” she responded. “I guess I’ve been trying new things, such as coming to Montana.” Lydia met his gaze. “I’m glad I did.”
“I have to say that I’m glad you decided to visit our lil’ town. I never would’ve met you otherwise.”
“I have to say that I’m glad I decided to come to Granger. It’s beautiful here.”
She took a sip of her beer. “I’d really like to know more about you, Wesley. I’ve never met a man like you.”
“Call me Wes. Wesley sounds so formal.”
Lydia grinned. “Okay...Wes it is.” She paused a heartbeat before saying, “Tell me something about you that most people don’t know.”
Normally Wes would deflect this attempt at getting personal with some self-deprecating humor, but something about Lydia prompted him to answer honestly. “I want something more out of life. More than ranching.”
His response was not what she would have expected him to say. “Then why don’t you go after whatever it is that you want?” she asked. “Life is short. Live every moment as if it’s your last.”
Wesley met Lydia’s gaze and smiled. “You’re right.” It just wasn’t that easy for him, however. He had to think of his family and what his choices would mean for them.
He leaned forward and asked, “Would you like to dance?”
She surprised Wesley by removing her high-heeled sandals. “Sure.”
He broke into a grin. “C’mon, darlin’.”
* * *
Perspiration dotted her brow as they made their way off the dance floor. Lydia was having the time of her life. The establishment looked like nothing more than an old shack, but the music was great.
Fanning herself with her left hand, Lydia said, “I need a glass of ice water.”
“Have a seat and I’ll get you some,” Wesley told her.
She returned to their table and sat down.
A few minutes later, Wesley walked over with her water. “Here you are, darlin’.”
“Thanks,” Lydia murmured as she accepted the glass from him. “You are a life saver.”
He dropped down into the seat beside her.
She turned to face Wesley and whispered, “This may surprise you, but I am having a great time.”
He eyed her. “Really? In a place like this?”
“Yes,” Lydia confirmed. “It doesn’t look like much, but I like it.”
“I have a confession to make,” Wesley stated.
“What is it?”
“I brought you here to get some type of reaction from you. I wanted a glimpse into the real you.”
“I guess you expected me to throw some type of tantrum.” Wesley had no idea that a place like this was nothing new to Lydia. She used to frequent some of the hole-in-the-wall joints back in Syracuse when she was in college. While she had been surprised in his choice, she was not repulsed by the establishment.
“I didn’t know what to expect, Lydia. I have another admission. From the moment I saw you at the gala, you’ve had my interest piqued.”
Lydia’s heart leaped at his words. It was at that moment that she realized just how much she wanted Wesley to find her desirable. Not just to play into her employer’s plan, whatever it really was. But for her own satisfaction.
“Be honest,” he said. “You’re not a little bit shocked that I brought you to a place like this? I’m sure you expected to be taken to some expensive restaurant.”
“I did,” she confessed. “But it doesn’t matter. Wesley, I’m not some snobby type, if that’s what you were worried about. I’m just a normal flesh-and-blood woman.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” Wesley said with a smile. “Relieved actually.”
Lydia laughed. “I have to confess that I wondered the same about you. I had hoped you weren’t some stiff-shirt type of snob.”
“I’m sure you know that’s not me by now.”
She nodded. Lydia thought she detected a flicker in his intense eyes. She shifted in her chair as she struggled to regain control of her emotions.
I’m here to do a job, she reminded herself. Getting involved with Wesley would be a huge mistake. One she could not afford.
Chapter 4
Laughing, Wesley checked his watch. “Lydia, I’m so sorry. I made reservations for us at a restaurant in Helena and booked a helicopter to take us there, but we will never make it in time.”
“I’m sure we can just grab something here in town,” she responded. Lydia did not care much for helicopters, so she was perfectly fine with staying in Granger for dinner.
“I promised you an unforgettable evening, and I’m not about to welch out on a deal. Why don’t you come out to the ranch? I’ll have Rusty prepare a special meal for us.”
“But what about your family?” she asked. “I don’t want to intrude.”
“Most likely, they have already eaten and will have retired for the evening.”
“Wesley, you really don’t have to go to all of this trouble. I’m having a great time with you. We can stay here as far as I’m concerned.”
“I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry.”
“So am I,” Lydia admitted. “Why don’t we just go back to the hotel and have dinner?”
He shook his head no. “It’s all settled. We are going to the ranch.” His tone brooked no argument. “Just give me a few minutes to talk to Rusty.”
Wesley made a quick phone call.
“Dinner will be ready by the time we arrive,” Wesley announced as he put away his phone.
“Are you sure that we won’t interrupt your family’s evening?”
“We won’t,” he confirmed. “Rusty said that they are all in their rooms.”
They walked outside to the car.
Wesley opened the door for Lydia and waited until she was safely inside before walking around to the driver’s side.
“I promise you that you won’t regret this,” he told her. “Rusty is dynamic when it comes to preparing meals.”
Lydia was enjoying her time spent with Wesley immensely. She didn’t need a fancy restaurant or a meal prepared by an award-winning chef. She found that she did not want this night to end. Wesley was turning out to be so much more than she ever expected.
She reminded herself once more that she would have this night with him, but in a couple of weeks, she would be headed back to Los Angeles.
* * *
“Welcome to the BWB Ranch,” Wesley said as he drove through the entrance.
Lydia was in awe at the sight of such opulence. She had seen photographs of the home and knew that the three-story wooden abode boasted five thousand square feet of living space and another five or six thousand square feet of covered porches. “What a beautiful house,” she murmured.
“My parents designed every inch of it.”
“I can’t wait to see the interior.” Lydia wanted a firsthand view of this luxurious home that had been featured in several magazines.
Although Wesley was not aware of it, Lydia had a copy of the Browards’ floor plan.
The master bedroom loft touted two baths, something she had never heard of but thought it particularly useful.
Gwendolyn Webb Broward and her husband, Steven, met them in the foyer.
Lydia glanced over at Wesley, then back at his parents.
“I really hope we are not imposing,” she told them.
“You’re not,” Gwendolyn assured her. “My husband and I are retiring upstairs, so you and Wes have the house to yourselves. We just came down to get something to drink.”
She and Wesley bade them good-night.
“I didn’t expect to see them,” Lydia whispered.
“Everything’s fine. You can relax.” He took her by the hand and said, “I’ll give you a tour.”
Lydia inhaled the sweet-smelling scent of the cedar wood as they went from room to room.
“Let me guess...this is where the men gather,” she said when they entered a sports bar–inspired entertainment area with a wet bar bedecked in retro neon beer signs.
Wesley chuckled. “Yeah, this is the man cave.”
They ended up in a great room with an extremely tall tongue-and-groove ceiling, wide-plank walnut floors and a larger-than-life fireplace.
They settled down on a leather couch.
“This ranch has been in your family for years,” Lydia began. “Is the original homestead still on the property? I’m just curious.”
“It is,” Wesley confirmed. “It’s where I live.”
“I think you mentioned that your grandfather lives here, as well. I guess I thought that he resided in that home.”
“He did,” he responded. “Up until a few years ago. He’s in his eighties and doesn’t need to live alone, so my parents convinced him to move into the main house with them. My siblings also have their own places on the ranch. We have a dormlike facility where our workers live.”
“This is all very impressive, Wes. I’d love to hear more about your family history.” Lydia loved history. She had even done research on African-American cowboys before coming to Granger.
He rose to his feet. “I’ll tell you while we eat dinner.”
Lydia allowed him to help her up. She followed him into the massive dining room. There was enough room for twenty people to eat.
She and Wesley sat down at one end of the table where plates of food had been arranged for them, complete with candles and soft music.
After saying grace, Lydia sampled the deviled crabmeat in a mini bread bowl. “This is so delicious,” she murmured.
“Rusty can whip up a five-star menu or supper for a bunch of hungry cowboys like it’s nothing,” Wesley stated.
She tried the pasta and caviar—a combination she would have never thought to put together but found delectable.
Picking up her napkin, she wiped her mouth. “Tell me about your family’s rich history.”
“The ranch was founded by my great-grandfather Silas in 1930. He and his wife, Olivia, had four sons, two of whom stayed in Granger and worked the ranch. One of those sons is my grandpa. In fact, the house my grandfather was born in still sits on the property. I live in that house. I remodeled it a few years ago, but I kept most of it the same as the original.”
“How did your family get into breeding heritage farm animals?” Lydia inquired.
Wesley broke into a grin. “It was my dad’s idea. Some folks thought this was just another crazy idea of his—he was always coming up with ideas about cattle breeding that seemed over the top. Folks used to tell my grandpa that his son was going to run the ranch into the ground, but turns out, my dad’s idea was a good one.”
“Now it’s your turn,” he said. “Tell me about your family.”
“Well, my story is nothing like yours,” Lydia responded, swallowing guilt over the lie she was about to tell. “My parents built a comfortable lifestyle by opening a couple of high-end boutiques.”
“I’d say they are more than comfortable,” he said. “Ten thousand dollars is a lot of money. No one in the history of that auction has ever bid that much money.”
“It benefits those less fortunate,” she replied. “I don’t think you can put a price on helping others.”
Wesley nodded in agreement.
Lydia wiped her mouth on the edge of her napkin. She prayed he wouldn’t ask additional questions about her family because she did not want to lie to him any more than she already had.
“There’s chocolate chip pie for dessert,” Wesley announced.
The food was delicious, but Lydia found that she had lost her appetite. “Oh, wow...I’m afraid I don’t have any room left. I’m stuffed.”
“Would you like some coffee?”
“No thank you,” she murmured. “I’m fine.”
They finished up and returned to the great room.
Lydia heard footsteps and turned around.
“I didn’t know anyone was down here,” Jameson stated as his surprised gaze landed on her and stayed. “I thought tonight was your date night. Aren’t you two supposed to be having dinner in Helena?”
“Yeah,” Wesley responded. “But we ended up here instead.”
“Whose idea was this?”
“Mine,” Wesley responded.
“Wes, can I speak with you for a moment?” Jameson requested. His tone suggested that he would not take no for an answer.
“Sure.” Wesley rose to his feet. “I’ll be back shortly.”
Although he retained an air of pleasantry, there was a distinct hardening of Jameson’s gaze. From the expression on his face, Lydia could tell that he was not at all pleased to find her here at the ranch. She was irked by his cool, aloof manner.
She had no idea why a man who knew nothing about her showed such disdain toward her. Lydia tried not to let it bother her, but deep down Jameson’s obvious dislike where she was concerned was a bit unsettling.
It was best to stay as far away from Jameson as possible. He did not trust her, and Lydia felt the same way about him.
* * *
“Why did you bring her here?” Jameson questioned when they entered the library.
A shadow of annoyance hovered in his eyes. “Wes, she won you at an auction. You could have just taken the woman to an expensive restaurant for dinner and sent her on her way after paying the check. What in the world are you doing?”
Wes gave a slight shrug. “I like her.”
“This date is nothing more than a fundraiser,” Jameson stated. “Remember that.”
“Why are you always so negative?” Wesley ripped out the words impatiently. “Not every woman in this world has a hidden agenda.”
“How can you be sure that Lydia doesn’t have one?”
“What would she be after, Jameson?” Wesley asked. “She clearly has money of her own. You were there. You heard how much she bid at the auction.”
“What do you really know about her? Why is she here in Granger?”
“Lydia’s on vacation.”
Jameson laughed. “You can’t be serious. She just decided to come to Granger for vacation and partake in our charity auction. Wes, don’t you find it strange that she bid so much money on you? Ten thousand dollars on a man she’s never met before. Trust me, there’s more to the story, and I would advise you to find out what’s really going on before getting involved with her.”
“Involved... I just met the woman, Jameson. What are you talking about?”
“I have a feeling that she was targeting you in particular.”
“I don’t believe that,” Wesley uttered.
“Just heed this warning. I would be very careful if I were you, Wes.”
“You don’t have to worry, big brother,” Wesley reassured him. “I have everything under control. Lydia LaSalle is a woman I’m interested in getting to know better, but this doesn’t mean that I’m looking to rush into a relationship with her. It’s not like she’s planning to live in Granger. She will be going back home to Los Angeles—we may never see each other again.”
“Are you sure you’re not just looking for a distraction from the real issue at hand?”
He glared at Jameson, frowning. “What are you talking about?”
“Have you decided yet what you want to be when you grow up?” his brother asked.
“What do you mean by that?”
“I think you know the answer to that question.”
“I need to get back to my date,” Wesley stated. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
Wesley experienced a gamut of perplexing emotions, but he refused to let them ruin his evening with Lydia. He understood his brother’s concerns when it came to women, but Wesley wasn’t worried about Lydia.
She was a different type of woman than what he usually encountered.
He paused in the doorway, observing as Lydia channel-surfed. She paused on the Discovery Channel. Wesley bit back a smile as she settled back to watch a documentary on chimpanzees.
She has a thing for monkeys, he thought.
Amused, he joined her on the sofa.
Lydia glanced at him. “Is everything okay with your brother?”
Wesley nodded. “Jameson can be very intense at times, but he’s harmless.”
“I get the feeling that he doesn’t care much for me.”
“He doesn’t know you,” Wesley responded.
“You really don’t know anything about me, either,” she pointed out.
“You’re right, so why don’t you tell me about yourself?”
“We’ve just had a really nice dinner,” Lydia responded. “I’d rather not bore you into falling asleep.”
* * *
“There is something I really need to know. I know that you donated the money for charity, but why did you bid on me?” Wesley inquired of Lydia. “You and I had never met, so why did you do it?”
“I told you,” she responded. “I’d heard some really nice things about you, and I came across a couple articles about you and your family a few months ago. I was impressed with what I read. One of the things I admire most is your community efforts.”
“But why didn’t you bid on my brother or my grandpa?”
Lydia shrugged. “I don’t know... I guess I just liked you best of all.”
Wesley grinned. “I’m a lucky man.”
“I have to confess that I almost bid for your grandfather though. It was a very hard decision.”
He chuckled. “This is not the first time I’ve been told that. I guess my grandpa is still a ladies’ man. I have a confession to make, as well. I’m glad you chose me because I wanted to meet you. I don’t know... I felt a special connection to you from the first moment I laid eyes on you. I saw you a couple of times at the fundraiser, but I didn’t get a chance to meet you until the auction.”
Lydia was equally drawn to her date, which only served to make her feel guilty. She was not being honest with Wesley, and it bothered her. Lydia wanted him to know the real her—not some character she had created.
“I’m so sorry, Wes,” she told him abruptly. “I didn’t realize the time. I should head back to the hotel.”
“Why don’t you stay here at the ranch?” he suggested. “I’ll take you back in the morning.”
Shaking her head no, Lydia responded, “I don’t want to impose on your family like this.” She needed to leave before she spilled out the truth.
“They won’t mind,” Wesley assured her. “We have plenty of room. Lydia, you’re more than welcome to stay at my place, but I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
“I really think that it’s best that I go back to the hotel.” She gazed at him. “I can call for a car if you’re not up to driving me back to Granger.”
“Nonsense,” Wesley uttered. “I’ll drive you back.”
“This has been a wonderful evening,” Lydia told him once they were back at the hotel. “In all honesty, it is the best date I’ve had. I really hope that doesn’t make me sound pathetic.”
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