In Bed With The Wrangler

“Did you talk to your mom?” asked Stephanie as she took the end seat.

Amber took the one around the corner, and Royce settled next to her. He was both too close and too far away. She could almost detect the heat of his body, felt the change in air currents while he moved, and she was overcome with a potent desire to touch him. Of course, touching him was out of the question.

“I talked to her,” she told Stephanie.

“What did she say?”

“She wants me to come home and, well, reconcile with Hargrove, of course.”

“And?” Stephanie pressed. “What did you tell her?”

“That I wasn’t ready.” Amber found herself deliberately not looking in Royce’s direction as she spoke.

“Good for you,” said Stephanie with a vigorous nod. “We girls, we have to stick to our guns. There are too many people in our lives trying to interfere with our decisions.” She cast a pointed gaze at her brother.

“Give it a rest,” Royce growled at his sister, twisting the corkscrew into the top of the wine. “You’re not getting a million dollars.”

“You’re such a hard-ass.”

“And you’re a spoiled brat.”

“You are spending an awful lot for vet supplies and lumber,” Amber put in. “Those are the bills I found stacked up on the office desk.”

Stephanie blinked at her. “Oh.”

Royce popped the cork and reached for Amber’s wineglass. “Amber has some questions about the accounts. Who does McQuestin deal with at head office?”

“I think he talks to Norma Braddock sometimes.”

Royce handed the wine bottle to his sister then whisked his cell phone from his pocket. “I’ll go straight to Barry.”

“I’d watch out for him,” Stephanie advised, forehead wrinkling.

Royce rolled his eyes at the warning.

Amber decided to stay quiet.

“Barry?” said Royce, while Stephanie handed the salad bowl to Amber.

Amber served herself some of the freshest-looking lettuce and tomatoes she’d ever seen.

“Royce, here.”

Then she leaned toward Stephanie and whispered, “From your garden?”

Stephanie nodded, whispering in return. “You’ll want to get out of here before canning season.”

Amber grinned at the dire intonation.

“Sorry to bother you this late,” Royce continued. “We’ve hired someone on to take care of the office while Jared and McQuestin are away.” He gave Amber a wink, and something fluttered in her chest. She quickly picked up her wineglass to cover.

“She has some questions about the bank account. There have been a number of unpaid bills lately.” He paused for a moment. “Why don’t I let you talk to her directly?”

Amber hadn’t expected that. She quickly swallowed and set down the glass. Good thing her questions were straightforward. She tucked her hair out of the way behind her ears, accepting the phone from Royce, ignoring the tingle when his fingers brushed hers.

“Hello?” she opened.

“Who am I speaking to?” asked Barry from the other end of the line.

“This is Amber, I’m-”

“And you’re an employee at Ryder Ranch?” he asked directly.

She paused. “Uh, yes. That’s right.”

“Administrator? Bookkeeper?” There was an unexpected edge to the man’s tone.

“Something like that.” She gave Royce a confused look, and his eyes narrowed, crinkling slightly at the corners.

“Do you have a pen?” Barry asked, voice going even sharper.

“I-”

“Because you’d better write this down.”

Amber glanced around at the countertops. “Just-”

“Sally Nettleton.”

“Excuse me?”

“Sally Nettleton is the accounts supervisor. You can speak to her in the morning.”

“Sure. Do you happen to have her-”

“And a warning, young lady. Don’t you ever go above my head to Royce Ryder again.”

Amber froze, voice going hollow. “What?”

“Share this conversation with him at your own peril. I don’t tolerate insubordination, and he won’t always be there to protect you.”

Amber’s mouth worked but sounds weren’t coming out. Nobody had dared speak to her that way in her life.

“You’re not the first, and you won’t be the last. Don’t fool yourself into thinking anything different.” He stopped speaking, and the line fairly vibrated with tension.

She didn’t know what to say. She had absolutely no idea what to tell this obnoxious man. Imagine if she really was an employee, dependent on her job. It would be horrible.

She heard a click and knew he’d signed off.

“Goodbye,” she said weakly for the benefit of Royce and Stephanie.

“Told you he was feeling snarky today,” said Stephanie.

“What did he say?” asked Royce. “You okay?”

“She looks a little pale,” Stephanie put in.

“I’m fine,” said Amber, debating with herself about what to tell Royce as she shut down the phone and handed it back.

“You didn’t ask many questions,” Royce ventured.

“He gave me a name. Sally Nettleton.” She took a breath, framing her words carefully. “He was, well, annoyed that you’d put me in direct touch with him.”

Royce frowned.

“He seems to think I broke the chain of command.”

“So what?”

“I tell you, something’s wrong with that man,” Stephanie put in, dishing some of the crisp salad onto her plate.

Amber made up her mind, seeing little point in protecting Barry. In fact, she probably owed it to the rest of his staff to tell Royce the truth. “He seems to think I’m your lover.”

It was Royce’s turn to freeze. “He said that?”

“He said he didn’t tolerate insubordination, and you won’t always be around to protect me. That you’d lose interest.”

A ruddy flush crept up Royce’s neck, and he reached for his phone.

Amber put her hand over his. “Don’t,” she advised.

“Why the hell not?”

“Because he’ll think you are protecting your lover.”

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what-”

“Did I miss something?” asked Stephanie, glancing from one to the other, her tone laced with obvious anticipation and excitement. “Lovers?”

“No,” they both shouted simultaneously.

“Too bad.” She went back to her salad. “That would be cool.”

Amber turned to Stephanie. “That would be tacky. You can’t sleep with a man you’ve barely met.” She silently commanded herself to pay close attention to those words.

“Sure you can,” Stephanie chirped with a grin.