Prescott, whoâd backed her against a leather settee, wouldnât get out of her face.
Keep skunks and politicians at a distance. Bullâs words came back to her as she fought the urge to shove the man away.
âHow can I convince you, Tori?â The congressman was fifty-two, a big, handsome, graying man whose breath smelled of the Scotch heâd been drinking. âA woman like you, your talents are being wasted in a backwater town like Blanco Springs. As a member of my Washington staff, your salary would be twice what youâre making here. And the connectionsâmy dear, thereâs no limit to where you could go.â
Does that include your bed, you lecherous old goat?
Tori scanned the room over Prescottâs shoulder. She spotted Will standing near the massive stone fireplace, his broad-shouldered frame and dark brown hair a beacon in the crowd. But his back was turned toward her. And Will Tyler was the last man she would ask to ride to her rescue.
âSay the word and Iâll make it happenâfull benefits, your own town house, the works.â Prescott gave her arm a proprietary squeeze. âItâll be the best decision you ever made.â
Freezing at his touch, Tori shook her head. âI have a daughter, and sheâs happy here. Iâm not about to haul her across the country, away from her father and this ranch. Sorry, Garn, but my answer is no.â
âDinner, then, at least. Give me one more chance to convince you.â
Toriâs patience had reached the fracture point, but she didnât want to make a scene. She was groping for a civil response when she felt a light touch at her elbow. Swiveling her gaze, she looked up into Beauâs mischievous hazel eyes. Her lips moved in a silent thank you .
âCongressman.â Beauâs greeting was friendly but firm. âHope youâll excuse us, but the lady is urgently needed elsewhere.â
Taking Toriâs arm, he steered her toward the front entry. âHow about some fresh air?â he muttered.
âYes. Please. This place is a zoo.â
âAnd Iâve just rescued you from the gorilla.â His grin dazzled as he opened the door and led her out onto the porch. Kicking off her pumps, Tori set her glass aside and sank onto the double swing. The dog, drowsing on the top step, raised his head, then settled back into his afternoon nap.
âThis is more like it,â she breathed. âAnother thirty seconds with that man and Iâd have slapped his smarmy face. I donât even agree with his politics, let alone want to work for him.â
âWell, you canât blame him for trying.â Beau settled at the other end of the swing, leaning into the corner so he could look at her. The two had been friends since first grade, and nobody had been more pleased than Beau when, after law school, sheâd married his big brother.
She turned her face to the slight breeze that was blowing and drew in a deep breath. âMmm, the air smells so good and clean after yesterdayâs storm,â she declared, then added with a trace of wistfulness, âI just hope it means weâll get our usual spring rains and end this drought.â Her gaze traveled back to him. âThe storm made it tough for you, I hear. Will told me your flight was forced to divert to another airport. What time did you finally get to the ranch?â
âBy the time I got a rental car and drove here, it was after midnight,â Beau admitted. âBy the way, I met your daughter in there. Sheâs a gem.â
âErinâs the best thing that ever happened to me. At least Will and I accomplished something good when we brought her into the world.â
âI was thinking the same thing earlier.â Beau kicked the swing into motion. The light, creaking sound blended with the distant calls of spring meadowlarks. âYou and Will were the real deal. I lost my faith in true love when