Free The Lonesome Rancher by Patricia Thayer Page B

knew that he wasn’t about to have a repeat in the future.
    His gaze locked with hers. This woman could make that damn difficult, make him forget every hard lesson he’d learned from the past.
    He forced himself to walk to the window, fighting the pull to go back to her and convince her to do more than share a kiss. The rain sheeted off the window as lightning flashed across the sky, drawing a blanket of intimacy around them. He didn’t trust himself.
    Sloan glanced over his shoulder to see Jade watching him. He had to remind himself of how foolish he’d been when a beautiful woman was involved, and how in the end the Merrick family ended up as headline news.
    He also needed to set things straight. “Earlier I shouldn’t have taken advantage of this situation.” He didn’t want to get any closer to her, either. “What happened between us was unprofessional.”
    She nodded. “I’m to blame, too. I’m your employee.”
    He frowned. “You’re my mother’s employee.”
    Those incredible eyes of hers widened. “Close enough.”
    “We need to get back. Louisa…”
    “My mother is fine. And until the storm passes we can’t leave here.”
    As if to emphasize his words, several flashes of lightning shot across the sky, followed by instant crashes of thunder. She jerked involuntarily.
    “Whoa, darlin’, I won’t let anything happen to you.”
    She stiffened. “I don’t need you to play the big, strong cowboy. I can take care of myself.”
    Sloan raised a hand. “I have no doubt about that.”
    He couldn’t help but wonder about the things she’d gone through these past months. He could see the sadness behind her toughness. Maybe that had been thereason he’d spoken so freely to her. It was something he couldn’t let happen again.
    “I should check on the horses.” Tugging his hat lower on his head, he opened the door and fought the strong wind as he stepped onto the porch.
    He went to the railing and placed his hand on Cally’s rump and along her flank. “Sorry, girl, it’s going to be a while before I can get you home.” He’d removed the horses’ tack earlier, but he wished they had more protection from the storm than the two blankets he’d found in the cupboard.
    He checked Amigo, then studied the still dark clouds in the dim light. He needed to get Jade out of his head. The last thing he wanted was her as an added complication. No, in a few weeks Jade Hamilton would be back in Dallas, and he’d be working hard at River’s End.
    That was what he needed to concentrate on now. The ranch. Had he lost any of his herd or his crop from this storm? He didn’t need to think about a beautiful green-eyed woman, but that was exactly what he was doing.
    He wiped the rain from his face, unable to deny the stirring he felt. He just had to figure out a way to stop it.
     
    Nearly two hours later the freak storm had finally moved on, and Bud had arrived at the homestead with his truck and a horse trailer.
    Jade had never been so happy to see anyone. After Sloan kissed her, she knew she couldn’t give into her attraction for him. For so many reasons. She was thankful that Sloan had disappeared into the bedroom, leaving her alone by the fire until they were rescued by Bud.
    The men loaded the animals and she got in the backseat of the truck. On the trip to the ranch house, she washappy not to have to talk as the men were busy discussing storm damage. She hadn’t thought about the toll the heavy wind and rain took on crops and animals. She knew now that bad weather was a threat to a rancher’s livelihood.
    Bud pulled up at the kitchen door and Sloan climbed out of the passenger seat to help her. The sky was clear, the night cool.
    She looked up at him, trying to avoid his gaze. “I can manage, thank you,” she said and started to walk off.
    He reached to stop her. “It’s for the best, Jade.”
    Ignoring his warm touch on her arm, she looked back at the truck. Bud wasn’t paying them any attention. She