Tall, Dark & Western

by Anne Marie Winston

  He nodded, not about to tell her that he’d done this nearly a dozen times with prior candidates, all of whom had been unsuitable. “You’re welcome.” He indicated the food counters ranged around the walls beyond the potted palms and white pillars. “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

  “No, thank you.” She shook her head. She glanced at the elegant gold watch on her slim wrist. “I’m on my break, so I don’t have much time. Why don’t we just talk?”

  He nodded. Took a deep breath. “Why did you answer my ad?” Why would a woman like you need to marry a stranger?

  Delicately arched eyebrows drew together in a perplexed expression. “I…it was an impulse, if you want to know the truth.”

  “And how are you feeling about the impulse now? I’m not interested in something short-term, Mrs. Duchenay. This would be a permanent arrangement.”

  “Please call me Juliette. I’m still interested, Mr.— Marty.”

  Her eyes were soft and luminous. He could look into those eyes for the rest of his life without any trouble, any trouble at all.

  “Good.” He wanted to take her hand, to touch her again. God, her skin was soft. Was she that soft all over? He could hardly wait to find out.

  “So,” he said. “You work in the mall.”

  “Yes,” she said. “And you’re a rancher.”

  Even if he hadn’t put his occupation in the ad, he knew it wasn’t a hard call. His skin was tanned from his work outdoors, especially since they’d had a mild fall until the recent big snow. No, as he surveyed his big mitts, he saw there was no way anyone could mistake his hands—scarred from encounters with cranky cattle, barbwire, buffaloberries, splintered wood and hammers that missed their mark—for a city boy’s.

  “Beef or sheep?” his pretty lady asked.

  “Beef. My brother and I have an outfit near the Badlands. Our ranch is called the Lucky Stryke.”

  “Have you always lived there?”

  “All my life. Are you from this area?” He was pretty sure she wasn’t, but he couldn’t figure out where her accent might have been from.

  She hesitated for a moment so brief that he could have imagined it. Then she said, “No. I’ve only been in Rapid City a short while. I was born in California but my family moved around a lot so I don’t really call anyplace ‘home.”’

  “Where do you work?”

  “At the moment, in a women’s clothing shop. But I’d really love to work in a bookstore. Of course, I’d never make any money because I’d spend it all on books.”

  Marty laughed. “I know the feeling. What do you like to read?”

  She shrugged. “Just about anything I can get my hands on. All types of fiction, nonfiction, magazines…my only requirement is that it be well written and gripping.”

  “So that leaves out cereal boxes,” he said.

  She smiled again, and again it hit him like a physical contact from a fist. Had he ever seen a woman as classically beautiful? As vibrant?

  “Don’t bet on that,” she said, and it took him a moment to remember they were talking about cereal boxes.

  There was another small silence, and he smiled at her across the table, enchanted with her feminine presence.

  She shook her head. “I can’t believe you have to advertise for a wife.”

  He shrugged. “There aren’t that many women who want to live in the back of beyond with a lot of cows.”

  “Exactly what are you looking for?” she asked him. “What do you want a wife to do?”

  Marty hesitated. Then he shrugged. “No point in sugar-coating it,” he said. “I work long hours, mostly outdoors. I need someone to keep my house clean and in good shape, wash and mend clothes, make meals and take care of my daughter. Maybe plant a garden in the summer and help with the stock sometimes.”

  Her eyes widened. “I’m willing to work and I like to cook but you might have to teach me a few things about gardening and animals.”

  So she was a city girl, just as he’d suspected. “I could do that.”

  “How old is your daughter?”

  “She’ll be five next June. Her mother passed away two years ago and—” The expected pang of grief and guilt clutched at his heart as it always did, and he suppressed the flood of emotion that threatened. “—and she really needs a woman’s hand,” he finished quietly.

  Juliette nodded, her face serious and sympathetic.

  Marty shrugged his shoulders, wishing he were another man in another time, meeting this woman without all the baggage that came with his life. Then he immediately was overwhelmed by guilt. How could he even be thinking stuff like that when he’d once promised to love Lora forever? Until death. He wanted to squeeze his skull between his palms until all the contrary notions settled down. “It doesn’t sound very attractive, I know—”

  “It does to me,” she said.

  He stared at her. “It does?”

  “I think I’d like being a housewife.” She smiled. “That is what you mean, right?”

  “Yes. Although I think the politically correct term today is ‘domestic engineer.”’

  She laughed. “I like the sound of that.” Then she glanced at her watch again. “I’d better be getting back to work.”

  “Afraid you’ll get fired?”

  She smiled serenely. “No. I’m a good sales-woman.”

  “Do you like it?”

  She shrugged. “It’s a job. One of life’s necessary evils.”

  “Unless you marry me.” Spoken straight out like that, it sounded so…intimate. His mind shot right to dark nights in a warm bed.

  She raised her gaze to his, and for the longest moment he forgot everything around him and just let himself wallow in those eyes. Was she thinking what he was thinking?

  “I really have to go,” she said softly, rising.

  As she started out of the food court, he grabbed his hat and followed, taking her elbow when they reached the central walkway that led back to the rest of the mall. After the crowded café area, it seemed positively spacious.

  He could feel the fragile bones of her arm beneath his fingers and the warmth of her skin. She seemed tiny walking beside him, and he acknowledged the attraction knotting his gut, making his body stir in response. His heart still belonged to Lora, but his body knew she’d been gone for two years. No question about it. “I’ll walk you back to work,” he said.

  “All right.” She smiled up at him. “It’s just down this way.”

  They strolled down the mall, passing specialty shops that sold jewelry from the Black Hills, apparel for women in the family way, sunglasses and leather goods.

  Her feet slowed as another store on the far corner of the square into which they walked came in sight, and she paused just outside the entrance. “This is it.”

  He looked from her to the displays in the windows, and into the quietly elegant shop behind her. “This is where you work?”

  “This is it,” she said primly.

  He felt a slow flush begin at his neck as the stirring in his jeans became a potential embarrassment. The sign proclaimed, “Hidden Pleasures,” and he could see why they wanted to keep it hidden. Juliette worked in a store that sold women’s underwear! And not just any women’s underwear. Filmy, see-through stuff, edged with ruffles and lace, cut into amazingly brief garments, trimmed in satin and velvet—underwear that made a man dream of a woman wearing it. Or not wearing it.

  “Marty?” Juliette was smiling that smile that wiped out all his brain cells.

  He looked down at her, feeling sheepish and embarrassed. “Sorry,” he said. “I was just a little surprised.”

  She put out her hand. “Will I hear from you again?”

  Would she hear from him again? Did the earth rotate around the sun? He needed to spend a little more time with her before he was sure, but he already could imagine Juliette in his home.

  “How about a drink after you get off work?” he asked. “We could get to know each other a little more.”

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p; Her smiled faded and anxiety carved a little crease in her brow. Then it cleared. “Well, maybe just one short one,” she said. “I have some things to take care of at home.”

  “All right,” he said. “See you at—what time?”

  “Seven. I’ll meet you right here.” She turned to enter the store, then peeked at him over her shoulder and raised her fingers to wave before she walked away.

  And he was damned glad her back was turned because there was no way he could control the way his body reacted to that little smile. Hastily he swung away and headed down the mall, willing himself to think of anything, everything, except women and bedrooms.

  And his upcoming date with Juliette Duchenay, manager of a sexy underwear store and his potential wife.

  He reappeared at twenty minutes before seven.

  Juliette caught sight of Marty through the windows of the store as she rang up a purchase and bagged items for a customer. He had settled his large frame on one of the benches in an arrangement of fake trees in the center of the wide walk-through, and as she watched, he opened the bag he carried and pulled out a book.

  She didn’t know what she’d expected from a man who would advertise for a wife, but Marty surely was the last man she’d ever have imagined would need to do such a thing. He was incredibly handsome. Unlike her own straight, nearly cornsilk tresses, his hair was a chestnut-colored halo with wayward curls tipped by shining gold, the color probably enhanced by the hours he spent outside on his ranch. His hat lay on the bench beside him, and there was the suggestion of a hat ring crimped into his hair.

  His eyes were the purest sky-blue she’d ever seen, made even bluer by the tan that made his skin glow. He wore a heavy leather jacket, but beneath the practical jeans and Western-style workshirt his body was broad-shouldered, slim-hipped and long-legged; in short, incredibly sexy.

  She’d looked over her shoulder one last time after she’d waved at him earlier and caught his back view moving off down the mall. His jeans molded his butt and encased his muscular legs and she wondered what he’d be like as a lover. That thought made her pause.

  Was she seriously considering marriage to a perfect stranger?

  She already knew the answer. If it had been any other man in that food court, she’d probably have been polite and friendly and told him she’d made a mistake. After all, she’d had misgivings the very day she’d mailed her letter, and when she’d received an answer she’d nearly chickened out altogether.

  But now…now everything had changed.

  When her gaze had met Marty’s for the first time in the food court, something had pulled into an almost painful ball in her abdomen and she’d had to remember to take another breath. Had she ever been attracted to Rob like this? She must have been once. Of course she had been. The twin strains of widowhood and motherhood probably just had dulled the edges of her memories.

  Sex appeal. That’s all it was. And she should be dismissing it as fast as she would have with any other man. But now she’d met Marty, and found that the man beneath the appealing exterior was every bit as appealing in personality.

  She liked him. She liked him a lot.

  Of course she did, she thought as she moved to the back of the store to assist another customer. Why else would she have called her baby-sitter and asked her if she’d mind staying later than usual tonight? She normally was fanatical about getting home to Bobby. And a part of her felt torn even now. Before he’d been born, she couldn’t imagine the powerful maternal feelings that dictated her every move. Now…she thought of nearly everything in terms of how it would affect her son.

  She must be crazy. But Marty appealed to her in a powerful way that she couldn’t resist, couldn’t walk away from. He seemed like such a good man. He’d make her son a wonderful father. If she didn’t reach out and take this chance, she could be missing something important. Something that could change her life forever.

  The last few minutes until closing time stretched interminably until finally the last customer was walking out of the store.

  Marty lifted his head, and his gaze sought hers. When her eyes locked with his, she drew in a breath. He didn’t smile, didn’t move, but that look seared her with an unspoken possessiveness and deep in her stomach, nerves she hadn’t known existed began to hum with awareness.

  The moment vibrated between them long after the exchange of gazes ended. He waited while she locked the heavy barred doors of the shop, and then he escorted her to the parking lot. He invited her to go with him to a popular watering hole whose name she recognized from overhearing the conversations of some of her co-workers, and when she asked him if she could follow his truck in her own car, he didn’t appear to mind.

  The bar was large and noisy and crowded. Marty settled her at a small table next to the dance floor and went to the bar. When he returned with the soda she’d requested, she was surprised to see that he carried one for himself.

  Apparently he noticed, because he said, “I have a two-hour drive home tonight. No drinks for me.”

  She nodded. “Good practice.”

  He indicated the energetic couples doing a two-step around the dance floor. “Do you do this?”

  She shook her head. “I’ve watched, but no, I’ve never tried it.”

  “Then it’s time you did.” Marty clasped her wrist and started for the floor.

  “Marty! I’ll step on your toes!”

  He stopped and looked back over his shoulder, and his lips curved, then parted as he laughed. “You’re just a little thing. I’ll hold you high so your feet don’t touch the floor.”

  She smiled and let him pull her out amid the dancers, but when he faced her and held out his arms, she suddenly realized she would be stepping into the embrace of a man she barely knew. Other women do it all the time, she told herself. It’s just dancing.

  But deep inside she was afraid that with this man, it might be much more than that. And when his arm slipped around her waist and his brawny strength encircled her, it felt so right that she automatically relaxed and let him lead her.

  They danced several dances. Marty taught her the steps, patiently reminding her until she had mastered his movements. He was a strong lead; all she had to do was stay loose and let him put her where he wanted her.

  She was very conscious of the words of one romantic song, and when Marty pulled her in and tucked her head under his chin, she could have stayed there all night. They swayed to the three-step, waltzing slowly on the crowded floor, and she fought the urge to press herself closer, to burrow into his warmth and strength and let him take care of her.

  “There’s something I’ve got to ask you.” His voice was a low rumble above her head, and she tilted her face up so that she could see his expression.

  “What?” Yes, you can kiss me. Please kiss me!

  Marty lowered his head until his lips brushed her ear. “Do you wear that stuff you sell?”

  His tone was deep and husky, and his hands drew her even closer as his lips lightly caressed the outline of her ear. Arousal rushed through her so fast that she sagged against him; his arms tightened and his hands slipped over her until she was held flush against every inch of his big body. Every hard, male inch.

  She swallowed. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” Good heavens, Juliette! Whatever possessed you?

  His feet stopped moving for an instant. Then he twirled her in a deep turn again, molding her body to his, and she heard him chuckle. “All right. Do you have a time frame in mind here?”

  She gazed up at him. “A time frame?”

  “For a wedding,” he prompted. “I’d like to marry you.”

  She opened her mouth. Then she shut it again without a word. Heavens! She’d expected to have more time to think about this. “I’d like to marry you, too,” she said, “But—”

  “How does Friday sound?” he asked her. “I can get the license and make the arrangements, and we’ll start the new year with a wedding.”

  Her eyes widened. “This comi
ng Friday? That’s—that’s soon!”

  He nodded, smiling at her reaction. “I don’t have a reason to wait. Do you?”

  She started to say yes, but the word wouldn’t come out. “Well, uh…I guess not.”

  “Good.” He took a deep breath and, held as she was against him, the action lifted her clear of the floor for an instant before he set her down again. Automatically she glanced at her watch. It couldn’t be nearly nine. Could it? Good heavens, she had to get home to Bobby! Ruefully she thought that a week could have passed while she was in Marty’s arms and she wouldn’t have noticed.

  “I have to go,” she murmured regretfully.

  “Yeah, I’ll be sorry if I don’t get going, too.”

  But he made no move to let her loose.

  Finally she stepped back, slipping her hands from his. “I really do have to go.”

  Marty reached over the railing separating the dance floor from the tables and snagged his jacket and her long winter coat, holding it for her to slip on before he shrugged into his own. Then, as if he’d been doing it for years, he took her hand and led her out of the bar to the parking lot, where they’d parked their vehicles not far from each other.

  He walked with her until they reached her car, stopping beside the driver’s door, still holding her hand in a loose clasp.

  “Juliette…” His voice was low and hesitant.

  “Yes?” She realized she was whispering.

  “I feel like I’ve known you a lot longer than just one evening.”

  She nodded, glad that he was feeling some of the magic that she was. “I know.”

  He stepped closer, took her hands and placed them on the shoulders of his jacket, then pulled her against him. “I’m going to kiss you,” he said.

  And as his head blotted out the stars, and the warmth of his arms around her banished the chilly December air, she wondered what she’d have done if he hadn’t. She wanted to feel his mouth moving on hers worse than she’d wanted anything since she was about five and she’d thought she would die if she didn’t get that doll at Disneyland.