The Texan's Bride Read Free

for her. “Thank you for your concern, but I’m really fine. When Cadde arrives, tell him I’m in the sunroom.”
    Rosa frowned. “What’s Mr. Cadde doing here this time of day?”
    “Now, Rosa, don’t pry,” she teased.
    Rosa shook a finger at her. “You’re up to something, Miss Jessie, I know that look.” Rosa had called her “Miss Jessie” ever since she could remember. She’d often asked Rosa to just call her Jessie, but Rosa never heeded her wishes.
    They heard the back door open and close.
    Rosa clicked her tongue as she went to confront their visitor. Jessie held her breath as she listened to the stomp-stomp of his boots against the hardwood floor. In a few seconds he was standing in the doorway, fury etched across his strong features. His jacket and tie from the morning were gone, but the jeans, white shirt, Stetson and boots were the same. The shirt was opened at the neck, revealing tiny swirls of dark chest hair. Her stomach tightened.
    The first time she’d met him she’d thought how handsome he was: strong, powerful and everything a woman could want. There was just one problem. He treated her like a piece of the furniture. Today she was going to change that. She was going to rock Cadde Hardin’s world.
    Without speaking to her, he walked into the room and carefully placed his hat on the table, as if he was gauging his next words.
    “Okay, Jessie, we need to talk.” His deep voice demanded her attention.
    She looked up, trying to appear as innocent as possible. “About what?”
    “You know damn well about what. We talked last night and you seemed in agreement that Shilah should explore drilling outside of Texas, especially the Louisiana leases that Roscoe kept up-to-date. But once again you did a flip-flop. Why?”
    “I didn’t promise you my vote.”
    “Oh, no, you’re way too smart for that.” Anger now edged his voice and she could see that he was keeping a tight rein on his temper. His muscles were taut and his brown eyes intense. She refused to squirm. “Do you get some kind of perverse pleasure out of blocking my every move?”
    “Actually, no.”
    “Then what the hell is it?” He waved a hand around the green-and-white room. “This is paid for by Shilah. If the oil company goes under, so will all of this. Do you understand that?”
    “I’m not stupid.” She could feel her anger bubbling to the surface and that’s the last thing she wanted. She had to remain calm, but that was hard to do with a six-foot-plus all-male glaring at her and demanding answers.
    “Then why are you keeping Shilah stagnant? It has to grow to succeed.” He didn’t give her time to respond. “It’s me, isn’t it? You’re not comfortable with me taking over Roscoe’s position so you’re trying to stick it to me every way you can.”
    She shook her head. “No. I think you’re more than qualified to fill Daddy’s shoes.”
    “Then what the hell is it, Jessie? What do I have to do to get your support? What do you want?”
    She played with the pen lying on top of the document for a second and then raised her eyes to his. “It’s quite simple. I want a baby.”

CHAPTER TWO
    A BABY !
    Had he heard her correctly?
    Cadde swallowed. “What did you say?”
    “A baby. I want a family.” She stated each word clearly.
    His brow knotted together so tightly it made his brain hurt. Was she out of her mind?
    “You mean you want to adopt?” That was the only explanation he could think of. “You don’t need my permission for that.” Or maybe she did. He didn’t know.
    Her dark eyes flared like charcoal being lit by a match. “It may surprise you, but I don’t need your permission for anything.”
    “Whoa.” He held up a hand. “I can see that pushes a button, but I’m out here in left field. What the hell are you talking about.”
    “I’ll say it one more time, slowly, so you’ll understand.”
    He gritted his teeth at her condescending tone and kept a leash on the curse words burning his