talking about?â
âYou can get even with both Stevensâ sisters in one fell swoop.â She stuck her hands into the pockets of her khakis. âIn fact, this is the perfect way to get back at my father, too, for the way he treated you.â
âHeâs gone, Taylor. Why would I want to do that?â
She shrugged. âI just wanted to put it out there. It crossed my mind. I think we should put all our cards on the table.â
âBut only now that you know I remember.â
Her mouth turned up slightly. âYeah. Iâm a lot of things. But no one ever accused me of being stupid. If that unfortunate incident by the pool had slipped your mind, it wouldnât be very bright to remind you, now would it?â
âI suppose not,â he agreed.
âSo, whatâs your plan? Revenge or a single benevolent act to show that weâve buried the hatchet?â
Hands on hips, Mitch stood by the pool, thinking. Her father was gone; he hadnât the will to speak ill of him. He had no feelings for Jen, so no wish to get even. But Taylor had never done anything to hurt him. Heâd deserved that cooling off in the pool ten years ago. And he found the idea of doing anything that would harm her bothered himâa lot. She would be the one most affected by his decision.
With an effort, he pushed the thoughts away. No way was he going soft.
âIâm here to find a rodeo site. Thatâs all. Your ranch meets the criteria. But I have one more place to check out. Grady OâConnorâs spread.â
âBut heâs the sheriff. I didnât know he was interested.â
âActing sheriff. He said he would agree to hold the event there. If necessary.â He hooked his thumbs in his pockets. âIf the Circle S is the best, youâll get the nod. If notââ He let the words hang between them.
âFair and square?â
âAbove reproach.â
âAll I ask is an honest and objective evaluation as compared to the other choices.â
âThatâs what Iâll give you,â he answered. âBecause this event is important for the kids.â
She nodded. Then the corners of her mouth curved up and she smiled. âYouâre sure thereâs nothing I can do that might tip the scales in my favor?â
Uh-oh. Danger ahead. Her words were innocent teasing. He knew that, although he wasnât sure how. She wasnât being deliberately seductive, but damn it all, she was sexy as hell. He shot her a skeptical look, struggling for nonchalance even as his breathing quickened a notch at some ideas that popped into his mind. Top of the list: hot, slow kisses and tangled, scented sheets.
âWhat did you have in mind?â he asked, his voice going deeper than normal.
âThey say the way to a manâs heartâor in this case, his approvalâis through his stomach. I could cook you dinner.â
âOh.â Did he sound as disappointed as he felt?
He shouldnât even be thinking that way. For one thing, Taylor was nothing like the groupies on the rodeo circuit who had come on to him for their own agenda. For another, she was a member of Destinyâs founding family. And he was Riffraff Rafferty. He always would be. That wasnât bitterness talking, just fact.Time and experience had shown him why he and Jen hadnât worked out. Because he wouldnât work with any woman. Certainly not her little sister. No matter how much he was attracted to Taylorâs curvy shape, big brown eyes, and hair he wanted to bury his hands in, he wasnât about to let this be anything more than business.
âI wish I could stay for dinner,â he said. âBut Iâve got an appointment. Then Iâve got to get a place to stay and set up a base of operation to get things rolling.â
âOkay.â She nodded. âMaybe another time.â
âMaybe,â he said.
But he would be a fool to close the