“Would It Help If I Apologized For Kissing You Last Night?”
“A lady usually doesn’t like to hear a man say he’s sorry for kissing her,” Ella replied, stepping away from the stove.
Hawk had expected her to give a sigh of relief. Instead, she faced him down with a spatula and the most refreshing sincerity he’d encountered in years.
“What do you suggest we do, then? Would silverware at ten paces be fitting?”
“I prefer steak knives myself.”
“Perhaps if you’d be willing to call a truce, I’d offer to set the table.” Hawk reached around her to open the silverware drawer.
The lightest touch of his arm against her body was enough to set her imagination sailing for erotic destinations. The thought of those arms wrapped around her waist… Of his big, masculine hands caressing her… Of stepping back and cuddling her body against his in a fit as perfect as the two spoons he lifted out of the silverware drawer…
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Wyoming Cinderella
CATHLEEN GALITZ
To my personal fairy godmother, my agent, Denise Marcil, who has dedicated her life to making others’ dreams come true.
Books by Cathleen Galitz
Silhouette Desire
The Cowboy Takes a Bride #1271
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The Cowboy Who Broke the Mold #1257
100% Pure Cowboy #1279
Wyoming Born & Bred #1378
CATHLEEN GALITZ,
a Wyoming native, teaches English to seventh to twelfth graders in a rural school that houses kindergartners and seniors in the same building. She lives in a small Wyoming town with her husband and two children. When she’s not busy writing, teaching or working with her Cub Scout den, she can most often be found hiking or snowmobiling in the Wind River Mountains.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
One
“What kind of a father are you?”
Bleary-eyed, Hawk looked up from his computer screen to discover what appeared to be a crazy woman standing before him. Surveying her from head to toe, he was struck first with male appreciation of her lush, young figure. Next he noticed that hair the color of flaming autumn leaves had escaped its once tight bun and was now hanging to the side like a hat askew. A tear in her nylons ran up the front of one shapely leg, disappearing beneath a faded skirt that he found too short to suit his own professional standards. On a personal basis, however, he found it quite pleasurable to consider. The angry sparks shooting out of those astonishing green eyes made him glad the stranger didn’t appear to be armed.
It had never occurred to him that he might need a guard in such isolated Wyoming backcountry.
The question the woman posed resonated in Hawk’s mind like a sonic boom echoing off canyon walls. It was the same question he’d been asking himself ever since his wife had died, turning his life upside down and leaving him to assume full parental obligations without a clue as to how difficult that was going to be. It had come as quite a shock to this well-respected corporate executive to discover that it was far harder keeping track of two headstrong children than overseeing a company of fawning employees tripping all over themselves to do his bidding.
And speaking of independent children, one didn’t need particularly impressive powers of deduction to figure out who had let this intruder into his house. Flanking her on either side, the culprits, his children—five-year-old Billy and his four-year-old sister, Sarah—each held one of the interloper’s hands.
Not the kind of man used to having his parenting ability questioned, Hawk didn’t take well to such impolite interruptions—even on those rare days when everything was going right. Today was not such a day. He had burned breakfast, fought with Sarah over the necessity of combing her hair, stubbed his toe on a toy truck parked in the middle of the kitchen and spilled orange juice on an important contract. All the while trying to juggle a multi-million-dollar deal in cyberspace. One more power outage like the last one and Hawk vowed to throw his state-of-the-art computer right out the window and purchase one-way tickets back to New York for the whole family.
“I beg your pardon,” he said in a chilling voice that he usually reserved for imbeciles and unwanted salesmen.
“As well you should,” the crazy lady responded, waving a broken high heel at him. Clearly the businesslike demeanor that set many a corporate executive trembling in his expensive Italian shoes didn’t affect her in the least. “I have half a mind to report you to Social Services!”
“Half a mind?” Hawk mumbled in feigned confusion, making the threat sound like an indictment of the woman’s mental state.
As if laboring under the impression that he suffered from a dull mind, she formed her words carefully and delivered them slowly.
“I am your neighbor, Ella McBride, and at the risk of offending you, I’ll repeat myself. I want to know exactly what kind of a father lets his children wander willy-nilly about the countryside without any regard to what might happen to them. Do you have any idea how dangerous that can be? Need I mention snakes, bears and ne’er-do-wells?”
Shaking his head in confusion, Hawk turned his full attention upon his children who quickly ducked behind their unlikely protector. Dawning comprehension registered in his rugged countenance. Terror leapt in his eyes. His stomach churned at the thought of what could have happened to his children all the while he assumed they were safely tuned in to their favorite cartoon in the den.
“Do you mean to tell me that you two left this house without my permission?”
A roar would have been less frightening than that softly put question.
Ella felt a twin tremor run through the children cowering behind her.
The children felt her quiver as well.
Never in all her life ha
d a voice affected her so. Like whiskey, it had the power to make her feel loose-limbed and giddy. Making an improvised comb of his fingers, the man ran them through a thick shock of hair the color of molasses. His sideburns were tinged with silver. Very distinguished looking, Ella decided, tucking a stray tendril of her own unruly hair behind her ear. Instantly she regretted the self-conscious gesture.
She wasn’t here to gawk at this gorgeous hunk of manhood, but rather to give him a well-polished piece of her mind. Ella knew better than to accept his sudden concern and elegant surroundings at face value. Some of the nicest homes in which she’d been placed had housed the worst monsters.
How dare her hormones sabotage her self-righteous anger!
It mattered little to Ella that he didn’t look at all like the villain she had envisioned on her death march over here. He had neither the broken blood vessels nor bulbous nose characteristic of a heavy drinker, nor the hooded eyes of someone who has something to hide. In fact, the man surrounded by stacks of important-looking papers was exceedingly handsome.
That all too feminine observation only served to make Ella even angrier. As far as she was concerned the question she asked was purely rhetorical. The fact that he was more interested in what was going on with his computer than with his children was answer enough.
“Just because you have money doesn’t give you the right to divest yourself of your parental obligations,” she snapped.
After traipsing first from her property to his and then from one exquisite room after another, searching for someone to accept responsibility for these two dirty-faced cherubs, Ella’s sense of moral indignation was on full burn. Surely anyone living in such luxury should be able to afford decent child care.
“Come out from behind there, you two,” Hawk said, rising from his chair. “And tell me what’s going on.”
It irritated him to see Billy and Sarah cowering behind a complete stranger like she was Saint Michael the archangel sent expressly to rescue them from his fury. Hawk knew that they were giving this young woman the impression that, on top of being negligent, he was an ogre, too.
The pair stepped timidly out from behind her to face their father’s anger. Ella kept a hand glued to each child’s shoulder, giving them both a reassuring squeeze.
Though the concern reflected in this man’s eyes made her doubt he’d ever actually laid a finger on either of them, Ella remembered being beaten for far less in the name of “discipline.”
“Maybe it would be better if I talked this over with the children’s mother,” she suggested.
Hawk couldn’t have agreed more. “I’m sure it would. Unfortunately, since their mother just recently died, I’m afraid I’ll have to do.”
Ella was taken aback. Despite her best effort to remain angry, her heart softened.
“I’m sorry,” she offered lamely. “How long ago?”
“Not quite a year.”
She was sorry for asking. Aside from it being none of her business, there was little she could do to help other than to bend down and give both children a deeply felt hug. As tears welled up in little Sarah’s eyes, Ella felt moisture rise to her own. She knew firsthand what it felt like to lose a mother at such a young age.
As much as she would have liked to comfort the poor child, time was a commodity that she scarce could afford. Glancing at her watch, she wished she could somehow stop its hands from ticking onward by sheer willpower alone. Regrettably, time refused to accommodate her. Any other day, she might have welcomed an adventurous hike through the thicket to meet her rich new neighbors. Today, however, she was late for an interview. And while it may not be the most glamorous job in the world, it was one she desperately needed. The growing mountain of rejection letters piled atop her desk confirmed the dismal reality that unrecognized creativity paid even less well than slinging hash.
Ella checked her watch again.
If her truck decided to cooperate, the trip into town would take the better part of twenty minutes, leaving barely enough time to compose herself before facing the prospect of yet another dead-end waitressing job. That time frame did not allow for the return hike over a game trail connecting her property to that of the children who had shown up unannounced on her doorstep earlier that morning.
The pair had looked as bedraggled as the litter of kittens that somebody had so “kindly” dumped on her property a couple of weeks ago. Mewling in the rain, they begged to be taken in and properly cared for. Belatedly Ella realized that it had been as great a mistake to offer these young callers their fill of chocolate chip cookies and milk as it had been to feed the kitties that had promptly taken up permanent residence beside her rusty wood-burning stove. An orphan herself, Ella had a soft spot in her heart for any abandoned creature.
Telling herself that these children were not her responsibility did little to ease her conscience. When those chocolate-smeared faces looked at her as if they’d somehow stumbled upon the home of the good fairy, she could no more abandon them than she could have let any hapless stray starve to death.
“We’ve been living with our grandma and grandpa,” Billy offered helpfully.
“Just until I could arrange to move the family out here,” Hawk interjected. He didn’t want this young woman to think he was the kind of father who dumped his responsibility on his aging parents. Parents who were no longer physically up to the challenge of raising young children.
“I was hoping a geographic change would do us all good,” he continued. “Unfortunately, I misjudged the difficulty of running a business via computer. Power outages are such common occurrences way out here in the boon-docks that I have to admit to having second thoughts.”
The look of chagrin upon that handsome face made him appear far less formidable than he had only minutes before. In fact, Ella found herself fighting the surprising urge to gather him up in her arms and comfort him as well. The provocative thought sent blood rushing to her face, making her feel all of sixteen again.
“On top of everything else,” Hawk proceeded, eager to share his worries with another adult. “The lady I hired as a nanny ran off with a truck driver two days ago, leaving me completely in the lurch.”
By way of explanations, Ella had to admit this one was first class. She’d come marching over here all set to turn this man into the local Social Services agency and found herself mentally retracting every rotten name she had called him on the way over. All things considered, some of them had been unusually harsh.
“I’d plugged the kids into a video an hour ago hoping I could buy enough time to complete a crucial business transaction. It never occurred to me that they would wander out of the house. I know it’s no excuse,” he scolded himself.
Squatting down to look his children directly in the eyes, he did something that took Ella totally by surprise. He gathered them into his arms and said, “I don’t know what you two were thinking, but don’t ever, ever do that again. I don’t know what I’d do if anything were to happen to you.”
Had she not been standing there, Ella wondered whether this macho man might have actually allowed himself a tear or two of relief. Watching him, it was hard not to wonder how differently her own life might have turned out had her own father shown half the concern that this man was displaying.
Glancing up in her direction, Hawk suddenly became very businesslike. “I’m sorry to have burdened you with my troubles, Miss McBride.”
“Please call me Ella.” She wanted to make certain these children knew she wasn’t completely forsaking them. “As your closest neighbor, I’d be more than happy to take both of you for a walk sometime so your daddy can get caught up on his work. Just make sure you ask in advance and that he escorts you over to my place.”
Checking her watch again, she came to accept how hopelessly late she was. Short of catching a flight with the next scheduled superhero, there was no way she was going to make that interview on time now.
“I’m sorry to have inconvenienced you,” Hawk said, genuinely contrite.
“I’m deeply indebted to you. If you haven’t already gathered as much, my children mean everything to me.”
Even so, Hawk hated to be beholden to anyone. If there was a way to settle the score, he would like to get it out of the way now before this young woman discovered how truly wealthy he was. Having encountered more gold diggers in his life than he could count without the aid of a calculator, he was leery of accepting favors from anyone. Long ago he had given up on the idea of anyone doing him a good turn without an ulterior motive.
“I’d be more than happy to pay you for your trouble,” Hawk offered, reaching into his pants pocket for his wallet.
Ella looked startled.
Hurt.
“Certainly not,” she responded stiffly. “But if you wouldn’t mind me placing a long-distance call on your phone, I’d really like to try rescheduling an interview that I’m in the process of missing right now.”
Again she felt the man’s eyes perusing her appearance. Knowing she must look frightful after trekking through the underbrush, Ella scowled at him. After all, it was his fault that she looked so disheveled. Her sense of moral obligation had taken its toll. Beneath the heat of the day, she had wilted like a store-bought rose. Her best shoes, which had not been designed for overland excursions through tangled brush, were completely ruined. And a glance in the mirror near his desk showed red marks across her cheek, scratches that attested to branches smacking her in the face. By the time she straggled inside this luxurious home, she looked better prepared to apply for a job as a safari guide than a waitress.
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