Millionaire on Her Doorstep

by Stella Bagwell

  “The climate is more extreme than I imagined. But I like it very much.”

  “I’m glad. Maybe one of our good men around here will catch your eye and then you’ll be well and truly rooted to the area.”

  “There aren’t any good men around here.”

  Both women turned their heads to see Adam striding up with a little blond boy riding on his shoulders and obviously loving every minute of it.

  “Adam!” Emily scolded. “You know that’s not true. You’re here, aren’t you?”

  A wry grin twisted his lips. “Am I supposed to be good?”

  Emily chuckled. “Well, that’s stretching the imagination a bit. Half the female population of this county would testify you’re a devil.”

  Adam glanced at Maureen. Pink color bathed the ridge of her cheekbones and her lips were compressed in a thin line. She obviously wasn’t happy to see him, and the idea bothered him far more than he wanted to admit.

  “Mommy, I’m hungry,” the youngster on Adam’s shoulders suddenly wailed.

  “Well, you can’t eat up there,” Emily told her son. “Unless you use the top of Adam’s head for a table.”

  “I’m not ready for that,” Adam said with a laugh, then carefully set the boy down on the porch. “I’ll take him to a real table and fix him a plate,” he told Emily.

  “I’ll do it,” Emily said, already rising to her feet. “I want to make sure he eats more than just birthday cake.” She glanced over at Maureen. “Nice meeting you. Maybe we can talk more before the evening is over.”

  “Yes, I’d like that,” Maureen said.

  The woman led the child away and Adam took the chair she’d vacated.

  “I’m glad you’re over here where it’s quiet,” he said. “I want to talk to you.”

  Maureen kept her attention firmly on the plate in her lap. She didn’t want to talk to him. At least, not in a personal way. “Why aren’t you eating?” she asked.

  “I’ve already wolfed mine down.”

  “I didn’t know there was going to be a party tonight. You ought to have warned me, and I would’ve stayed in town for supper.”

  As Adam studied her lowered head, it dawned on him that she truly felt like an intruder, that her presence here would more than likely be resented. And the memory of her words came back to haunt him again.

  My maternal grandmother was the only relative around who was willing to take me in. But she died by the time I was eight. After my grandmother died I was raised in foster homes. I didn’t divorce my husband. He left me.

  “Why would you do something like that?” he asked. “There’s plenty of food for everyone.”

  “I’m not a member of the family, and this is a family gathering.”

  Adam wondered if she’d ever felt as if she belonged to any family. Or anyone.

  “I’m sure they’ll all forgive you for having a different last name.”

  She lifted her head and looked at him. “You said you wanted to talk to me. Has something happened at work?”

  Adam leaned back against the chair and crossed his ankles out in front of him. “Actually, something has happened. Dad told me you’re going to move into your house in the next day or two. Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She shrugged as her gaze fell back to her plate. “I didn’t figure it would interest you. After all, you’re not any of my business. Remember?”

  Adam silently cursed. “You would bring that up,” he muttered.

  “Why not?” she said between bites. “Yon made a good point Your private life is off-limits to me. And mine is none of your business. So we’re even. Just impersonal co-workers.”

  She was right. Or at least she should be, Adam thought. But things weren’t that simple between them. He knew it and so did she.

  “If you’re finished eating, let’s take a walk,” he suggested.

  Her head jerked up. “Why?”

  The wariness in her voice annoyed the hell out of Adam. “Does there have to be a reason? I’d just like for you to go for a walk with me.”

  She studied him with wry speculation, and then with a negligent shrug, she rose to her feet. “All right. Let me dump my leftovers.”

  He quickly left the chair and took the paper plate and cup from her hands. “I’ll do it for you.”

  She waited on the porch while he carried the things over to a plastic trash barrel. When he returned, he took hold of her elbow and guided her out in the courtyard among his milling relatives.

  For the next twenty minutes, Maureen met aunts, uncles, cousins and second cousins. Each one greeted her warmly and she was genuinely moved at their efforts to make her feel welcome. Yet it was Adam himself who touched her the most. Not necessarily by anything he said to her or even because his hand remained on her arm the whole time. She was struck by the enormous amount of love that shone in his eyes for his family.

  “Where are we going now?” she asked as he urged her away from Rose and toward the courtyard gate.

  “I told you we were going for a walk.”

  The fact that he’d made a point of introducing her to his family had already surprised her. She figured he didn’t care whether she knew his relatives or not. And now a walk? She cut him a skeptical glance. “I thought we just did.”

  Adam laughed. “Thirty feet across the backyard is not what I call a walk.”

  Outside the gate, the two of them passed a row of parked vehicles, then headed down the dirt lane leading away from the house.

  “I don’t understand the purpose of this,” Maureen went on. “Do I look as if I need to walk off a few pounds or something?”

  Adam glanced down at her as they strolled along in the falling twilight. Even the loose blue blouse she was wearing couldn’t hide the alluring curves of her figure.

  “You don’t look like you’ve gained weight, if that’s what you want to hear,” Adam told her.

  “What I want to hear is why we’re on this little jaunt,” she retorted. From the moment he’d walked up to her on the porch, she’d been leery of his motives. Maybe because she knew he had the power to hurt her.

  “You’ve been avoiding me again. I thought we were going to be friends.”

  She sighed as she glanced over at the tall pines lining the edge of the road. It was hard for Maureen to imagine he expected her to forgive and forget his cutting remarks.

  “I tried to tell you I didn’t think it would be possible for us to be friends.”

  “And why do you think that is? Because you know each time I’m near you I want to touch you? Or that you want to touch me?”

  With a loud gasp, she stopped dead in her tracks and turned to face him. “Are you crazy?” she asked hoarsely.

  He nodded. “I’ve been pretty much crazy since the day I walked into my father’s office and saw you there.”

  So had Maureen, but she hadn’t wanted to admit it. Even to herself.

  “I don’t know why you’re telling me any of this. It won’t—”

  His hand clamped around her upper arm and he tugged her off the road and into a dark stand of pines. The heavy scent of them filled her nostrils as she tilted her head back to look up at him.

  “Maybe it’s because I’m tired of suffering in silence,” he said roughly. “Maybe it’s because I’m taking back that stupid promise not to make love to you!”

  Her mouth fell open and she spluttered, “You’re not going to make love to me!”

  His mouth twisted tauntingly as he searched her shocked features. And then without warning, his hand cupped her chin and he lowered his mouth to hers.

  Maureen could see what was coming, but her brain refused to do anything about it. As soon as his hand touched her face, she was lost, and everything inside her went still except for the wild beating of her heart.

  The feel of his hard lips against hers was just as she remembered and the sweet familiarity melted the last bit of resistance inside her. With a reluctant groan deep in her throat, she slid her arms up and around his neck a
nd arched her body into his. Adam’s arms slipped around her waist and gathered her even more tightly against him.

  Like a hungry man, he feasted on every contour of her lips until the growing heat inside him demanded more. His tongue delved into the warmth of her mouth and past the sharp edges of her teeth while his hands moved up her rib cage and cupped around both breasts.

  Maureen knew it was crazy to let him touch her this way and even more insane to respond to it, but her senses were drugged with desire and for once she didn’t want to fight it. She wanted to let herself feel like a woman. Be a woman.

  “See what I mean?” he whispered roughly when he finally lifted his head and buried his face in the side of her neck. “You want me as much as I want you.”

  A shudder of longing rippled down her spine and she clutched his shoulders even tighter as her knees grew weak. “That doesn’t make it right,” she murmured.

  His thumbs rubbed across the tips of her breasts and she squeezed her eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations rushing over her.

  “Why isn’t it right?” he asked. “We’re both adults. And single. Who are we hurting?”

  “Each other,” she whispered.

  He lifted his head, then his hands came up to frame her face as he looked into her eyes. “How can you say that, Maureen?”

  She shook her head as a lump formed in her throat. Never had she wanted any man the way she wanted Adam. Yet she wasn’t stupid. He wanted nothing to do with love or marriage. He was simply out for physical gratification.

  “I don’t know what you think of me, Adam. But I don’t have affairs.”

  Adam groaned. “I haven’t asked you to have an affair.”

  Doubt and confusion filled her eyes. “Then what are you asking from me, Adam? Love? Marriage?” Her low laugh was full of bitterness. “I’m not a fool, Adam. I know the sort of man you are.”

  His nostrils flared. “What sort of man am I?”

  “A playboy.”

  His hands dropped from her face and clamped down on her shoulders. “I’m not—”

  “What’s the point of trying to deny it?” she interrupted. “Even your family talks about your playing the field.”

  “Okay,” he said, his voice hoarse with frustration. “Maybe I have been a bit of a playboy in the past. But tell me this, Maureen. Since you came here, have you seen me with a woman?”

  After a moment’s thought, she was forced to shake her head. “No. But it wouldn’t matter if I had. I don’t have a connection or sole right to you! You wouldn’t want me to have one!”

  He groaned again as the sense of her words warred with the need in his body. Never had any woman left him so torn and confused, so crazy with need.

  “But we do have a connection,” he argued. “You know it, and I know it.”

  She groaned and turned her back to him. “If you’re calling this a connection, then you’re confused. What we shared a moment ago was lust. Nothing more.”

  One of his hands meshed in her hair. The other curled around the warm flesh of her upper arm. “Is that what you think?” he murmured.

  It wasn’t. But she was trying hard to make herself believe it. The last thing she wanted to imagine was that she was falling in love with this man.

  “Yes. And if you don’t—”

  She stopped as his hand propelled her back to him and she faced his searching green eyes. “I don’t,” he whispered. “I’m not at all sure what I’m feeling for you, Maureen. I just know you make me crazy and I don’t want us to be apart.”

  He was treading on dangerous ground and Maureen was more than tempted to follow him. But the pain of the past kept rearing up inside her, begging her to listen to her head rather than her heart.

  “This is getting us nowhere, Adam. You don’t even know what you want from me,” she said, then her eyes narrowed as she searched his face. “Or maybe you do?”

  He frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”

  She drew in a deep breath, then slowly released it. “That you know exactly what you want. You just don’t want to come out and say it.”

  “Say what?”

  “That you want me to sleep with you.”

  Her blunt answer knocked him sideways. His lips parted and all he could do was stare at her in the waning light.

  “Well?” she prodded. “Am I wrong?”

  “I told you I’m not asking you to have an affair,” he said crossly.

  “No. You don’t want anything that involved. A one-night fling is probably all you want.”

  Pure frustration had him turning away from her and raking a hand through his hair. “You know I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to make love to you. I made that pretty obvious a moment ago, didn’t I?”

  Even though he wasn’t looking at her, a hot blush stung her cheeks. “Yes, you did. And I—well, I wasn’t exactly resisting, either. That’s why we need to stay away from each other.”

  He whirled back around and pinned her with dark eyes. “Why are you making this all so difficult?”

  She swallowed as tears stung her throat. She wanted this man. Why couldn’t she simply take what he was offering and enjoy the physical pleasure he could give her? she asked herself. As a woman, wasn’t she entitled to that much?

  Not when her heart would be involved, a little voice inside her answered.

  “Because I have to,” she answered in a choked voice, then before he could stop her, she hurried out of the pines and back to the narrow dirt road.

  “Maureen! Damn it, wait!”

  Desperate to get away from him now, Maureen ducked her head and began marching back in the direction of the house. She’d taken four long strides when he caught her from behind.

  The grip of his hands on her waist filled her with panic. Not because she was afraid of him, but of herself. She was terrified the reckless emotions roiling around inside her would finally win and she’d throw herself back in his arms. Beg him to make love to her.

  “Don’t run off like this,” he pleaded, his voice rough with anguish.

  “I have to,” she whispered.

  “Why? Why do you have to run from me? Was your husband so awful to you that you’re afraid of men? Of me?”

  She lifted her head but didn’t look at him. Instead, she stared blankly at the mountains rising up in the distance as she remembered David’s cold accusations, his total rejection. It had been easy for him to walk away from her and their marriage. So easy that she’d known he’d never really loved her.

  When she spoke, her voice was hollow. “My husband didn’t physically abuse me. If that’s what you mean.”

  “Then what—”

  Her head twisted quickly around and she cut him a mocking glance over her shoulder. “Remember, Adam? We’ve all had demons in our past. Just like you, I prefer to keep mine locked up.”

  His lips twisted to a thin, scornful line. “What do you want me to do? Pour out every blasted thing that’s ever happened to me?”

  Like a bolt of lightning, anger suddenly slashed through her. “I don’t want you to do anything but leave me alone!” She jerked loose from his grasp and began walking.

  Adam was forced to follow. “I can’t do that. I’ve already tried.”

  “Then try harder!” she practically shouted.

  They walked the remaining distance to the house in silence, but once there, Adam took her by the arm and urged her toward the front entrance. “I’m not finished talking to you,” he said when she shot him a questioning glance.

  Dear heaven, hadn’t he said enough, done too much already? she wondered wildly.

  “Well, I’m finished,” she said as they entered the quiet living room. Apparently, the crowd of relatives was content to remain outside in the courtyard.

  Ignoring her statement, he said, “I want to know when you’re planning on moving.”

  At least he’d asked her something she could answer easily. “The moving van with my things from Houston should be here tomorrow. So th
is will probably be my last night here at the ranch.”

  He winced inwardly at the news, then quickly told himself he shouldn’t let her leaving get to him. He’d be going to his own house soon anyway. But he knew his evenings weren’t going to be the same without her around.

  “I’ll help you with your unpacking,” he told her suddenly.

  She immediately shook her head. “That isn’t necessary. The movers will unload the truck and later I can put things away at my own leisure.”

  “You’ll have boxes everywhere. You don’t want to have to live in a big mess for several days,” he argued.

  True, she could use his help, Maureen thought. But after what just happened between them, she’d be crazy to be alone with him again.

  “I don’t know, Adam, I—”

  He threw up his hands in a conciliatory gesture. “I promise I won’t lay a finger on you. I’ll simply be there to offer my help.”

  Could she trust him? she wondered. Or more important, could she trust herself?

  What are you thinking, Maureen? a voice inside her screamed. You have to trust the man. You have to work with him. You have to get over this obsessive desire for him or you’re going to make a fool of yourself.

  With a sigh of surrender, she said, “All right, Adam, I’ll accept help from you. But nothing else. Understand?”

  Adam understood only too well. She didn’t want to get involved with him in any way for any reason, and the knowledge cut him to the bone.

  Trying not to sound as wounded as he felt, he said, “Perfectly. You can keep yourself wrapped safely in ice. You won’t find me trying to melt it!”

  He brushed on past her, and as Maureen watched him leave the room, a bitter laugh lodged in her throat. Oh, Adam, she silently wailed, don’t you know you’ve already melted my heart?

  Chapter Seven

  Maureen stood in the middle of the living room, staring bewilderedly at the mound of boxes stacked on both sides of her. She hadn’t remembered having this much junk in her apartment back in Houston.

  From the looks of this room alone, Adam had been right, she thought. She needed help. But so far today, she’d neither seen nor heard from the man. Before she’d left the Sanders building that evening, Maureen had briefly considered dropping by his secretary’s office to see if he was in, but she’d decided against it. The last thing she wanted was for Adam to think she was chasing him.