Texas Woman

She decided she could figure that out later. Right now, she needed to make sure that Rip understood she wanted Three Oaks no matter what.

“Why waste your time trying to convince Luke to take Three Oaks?” she said, breaking the silence that had descended. “If he doesn’t want the responsibility, I’ll take it.”

This time, all three men turned to stare at her. She found them in various states of discomfort. Luke was flushed with embarrassment; Rip’s face was a picture of frustration; and Cruz’s features were taut with fury.

“That is an offer you are not free to make,” Cruz said, his voice menacingly soft.

Rip’s brow furrowed as he looked from his stiff-backed daughter to the towering Spaniard. “Something else going on here I don’t know about?”

“Sloan is my wife.”

“That true, Sloan?” Rip asked, his bushy brows lowering even more.

Sloan swallowed the pool of saliva that had gathered in her mouth. “I might have promised-”

“You are mine!” Cruz said in a hard voice.

Sloan took two steps to put them toe to toe. “Like hell I am! I don’t-I won’t-belong to anyone. Least of all some arrogant-”

Cruz grabbed her shoulders and jerked her forward against his broad chest. He gathered a handful of her hair in his fist and tilted her face up to his. His lips claimed ownership as surely as if she had been branded. His mouth slanted across hers, his tongue thrusting beyond her lips and ravishing her mouth, seeking the honey she had guarded so closely, and compelling her to share it with him.

Sloan was lost. She wasn’t conscious of her hands tunneling into his silky hair to pull his head down and keep his mouth where it was. She wasn’t aware of her lithe body arching into his male hardness, of her hips seeking a haven between his outspread legs, or of her tongue dueling with his and demanding equal sway.

The sound of Rip clearing his throat brought Sloan abruptly back to her senses. She opened her eyes to find Cruz’s hooded gaze intent on her face. She was shocked to see her hands threaded through his hair, her body aligned with his. She stepped back with a kind of half sob, the back of her hand covering her mouth.

Sloan couldn’t speak. She simply stared at Cruz, unable to believe how easily he had made her forget who and where she was.

“That tells me all I need to know,” Rip said.

Sloan whirled on her father. “That tells you nothing!”

Rip chuckled. “Loving your husband is nothing to be ashamed of.”

“But I don’t love him.” Sloan stiffened as she felt Cruz step up behind her.

“Enough words have been spoken, Cebellina. They change nothing. You will come back to Dolorosa with me.”

“But-”

“You are my wife.”

He didn’t say any more, but then he didn’t need to. Sloan had never been so frustrated in her life. To protest further would be useless. How could she deny the way she had melted in his arms? But it wasn’t love. It couldn’t be love!

Sloan stalked away from Cruz to the desk from which she had run Three Oaks for the past nine months and ran her hands along its grainy surface. Nothing in her life was going the way she had thought it would.

After she had given her child to the Guerrero family, she had thought that would be the end of it, that she would be able to forget what had happened with Tonio and get on with her life. She had never expected a brother to show up on her doorstep. She had never expected Cruz to hold her to her promise. She had never expected to feel the things that Cruz made her feel.

Cruz might want her. He might desire her. But what kind of life would she have married to him? He had already forbidden her to leave Dolorosa once and come after her when she had disobeyed him. What would happen if she stayed with him? She had to make him understand before it was too late how important it was to her to make her own decisions.

“We must leave if we are to reach Dolorosa before nightfall,” Cruz said, interrupting her thoughts.

“I don’t want to go.”

“You can go on your own two feet or over my shoulder,” Cruz said. “But you are going.”

Sloan had always been a rational being. Faced with those two choices, she chose her own two feet. She was still in a daze as Rip escorted her, Luke, and Cruz to the front porch. She turned to her father, wondering what he would do now that he was left without either his eldest daughter or his bastard son to manage Three Oaks.

“Good-bye, Sloan,” Rip said.

Her father didn’t reach out to her. Sloan told herself it didn’t matter. She had never received the outward signs of affection from her father that Cruz now showered upon her.

She felt her throat constrict when Rip laid a hand on Luke’s shoulder-which Luke stepped away from-and said, “There’s work to be done, son.”

“I’m leaving, too,” Luke said.

“What’s that?”

“I said I’m leaving.”

“What’s this? Three Oaks needs you, son. With Sloan married and gone-”

“Three Oaks will manage fine without me,” Luke interrupted. “I’ve done what I came here to do. There’s no reason for me to come back here again.”

Rip leaned heavily on his cane, his face impassive as Luke stepped into the saddle.

Luke turned to Sloan and Cruz. “So long. I’ll visit when I can.”

“Adios, amigo,” Cruz replied.

Cruz had kept his hand at Sloan’s back as he stepped off the porch, moving her toward their horses. They had mounted up before Rip spoke again.

“You’ll see this will all work out fine,” he said. “Luke will be back. He won’t give up everything I’ve offered him.”

And what about me, Father? Sloan thought bitterly. What about all the promises you made to me?

But she knew the futility of arguing. Rip was stubborn, and there was no changing his mind. By now she should be used to it-betrayal from those she loved most. She glanced sideways at Cruz.

Was it any wonder she didn’t want to put her life in his hands? Someday he would betray her too.

Dona Lucia stared at her son in disbelief. “That is not possible!”

“I assure you Sloan is my wife.”

“But…” Dona Lucia paused as she saw the implacable look on Cruz’s face. That woman had done it-insinuated herself in Cruz’s life until he was bewitched-just as that witch had put Tonio under her spell.

Well, she would not have it! She would find a way to quickly and permanently remove Sloan Stewart from her son’s life. “What about Tomasita?”

“My marriage to Sloan does not concern Tomasita.”

Dona Lucia’s lips pursed. “How could you let your lust for that woman-”

Cruz slammed his fist down on the table with such force it collapsed, sending a leg spinning wildly across the floor. “Enough! You will speak of my wife with respect, or you will leave my house.”

“But that woman-”

Cruz rose up from his chair like an avenging God. “Enough!”

Dona Lucia’s jaw snapped shut like a steel trap, and she dropped warily into a nearby chair.

Cruz rolled his eyes to the ceiling in exasperation before he strode angrily from the room.

He found Sloan standing beyond the doorway, white-faced. He grabbed her elbow and ushered her out the back door to the arbored patio. The night hid her face, but he could feel her shivering beneath his touch.

“She’s right, you know,” Sloan said. “It is lust.”

“She is wrong.”

“What else could it be?” Sloan challenged.

He met her gaze in the starlit shadows and said, “I love you. I have loved you from the first moment I saw you.”

“When I was your brother’s woman? You loved me then?” she demanded.

“Even then.” The heat rose in his face, and he was grateful for the darkness. “I hated my brother for what he did to you.” He brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “We will put the past behind us and start-”

“Even if I agreed to such a thing, there’s no guarantee I could ever come to love you. Are you willing to take that kind of chance with your future, Cruz?”

“I can envision no future that does not include you,” he said, his jaw taut. He stepped closer, until their bodies were facing one another, bare inches apart.

Sloan could feel the heat of him, smell the tobacco and tangy male scent that she had come to associate with him.

“Everything will come in time, Cebellina. We have a lifetime to learn to live together.”

“I only promised you six months,” Sloan contradicted.