consider,” he said in
a calm, barely controlled tone. She had pushed him, and he didn’t like being
pushed.
“Fine, let’s hear it,” she snapped furiously.
He placed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, stood with his
legs braced apart and leveled his gaze on her when he spoke in a deep, husky
voice. “I want you, Megan. Bad. And if you go anywhere with me, I’m going to
have you.”
He then turned and walked out of her office.
Shocked, Megan dropped back down in her chair. “Gracious!”
* * *
Three surgeries later, back in her office, Megan paced
the floor. Although Rico’s parting statement had taken her by surprise, she was
still furious. Typical man. Why did they think everything began and ended in the
bedroom? So, he was attracted to her. Big deal. Little did he know, but she was
attracted to him as well, and she had no qualms about going to Texas with him.
For crying out loud, hadn’t he ever heard of self-control?
She was sister to Zane and Derringer and cousin to Riley and
Canyon—three were womanizers to the core. And before marrying Lucia, Derringer
had all but worn his penis on his sleeve and Zane, Lord help him, wore his
anywhere there was a free spot on his body. She couldn’t count the number of
times she’d unexpectedly shown up at Zane’s place at the wrong time or how many
pairs of panties she’d discovered left behind at Riley’s. And wasn’t it just
yesterday she’d seen a woman leave Canyon’s place before dawn?
Besides that, Rico Claiborne honestly thought all he had to do
was decide he wanted her and he would have her? Wouldn’t she have some kind of
say-so in the matter? Evidently he didn’t think so, which meant he really didn’t
know whom he was dealing with. The doctors at the hospital, who thought she was
cold and incapable of being seduced, called her “Iceberg Megan.”
So, okay, Rico had thawed her out a little when she’d seen him
at the wedding three months ago. And she would admit he’d made her heart flutter
upon seeing him today. But he was definitely under a false assumption if he
thought all he had to do was snap his fingers, strut that sexy walk and she
would automatically fall into any bed with him.
She scowled. The more she thought about it, the madder she got.
He should know from all the conversations they’d shared over the phone that this
investigation was important to her. Family was everything to her, and if there
were other Westmorelands out there, she wanted to know about them. She wanted to
be in the thick of things when he uncovered the truth as to where those
Westmorelands were and how quickly they could be reached.
Megan moved to the window and looked out. September clouds were
settling in, and the forecasters had predicted the first snowfall of the year by
the end of the week. But that was fine since she had no intention of being here
in Denver when the snow started. Ignoring what Rico had said about her not going
to Texas with him, she had cleared her calendar for not only the rest of the
week, but also for the next month. She had the vacation time, and if she didn’t
use it by the end of the year she would end up losing it anyway.
First, she would go to Texas. And then, before returning to
work, she would take off for Australia and spend time with her sister Gemma and
her family. Megan enjoyed international travel and recalled the first time she’d
left the country to visit her cousin Delaney in the Middle East. That had been
quite an enjoyable experience.
But remembering the trip to visit her cousin couldn’t keep her
thoughts from shifting back to Rico, and she felt an unwelcoming jolt of desire
as she recalled him standing in her office, right in this very spot, and saying
what he’d said, without as much as blinking an eye.
If he, for one minute, thought he had the ability to tell her
what to do, he had another thought coming. If he was that attracted to her then he needed to put a cap on it. They were
adults and would