Boss Man from Ogallala by Janet Dailey

Author:Janet Dailey [Dailey, Janet]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 0-7592-0098-X
Publisher: ereads.com

IT WOULD NEVER DO, Casey scolded herself, to become attracted to Flint McCallister, worse yet to fall in love with him. That was exactly what was going to happen if she didn't watch her step. Sound advice, she decided even as she stared at him seated just a little in front of her in the family living room. Her throat tightened as she studied the way his auburn brown hair waved away from his forehead with careless perfection and the strong, chiseled lines of his profile like the sculpture of a Roman god. Inevitably her eyes were drawn to the sensuous curve of his mouth that had rocked the very foundation of her existence this afternoon.

"What do you think of the idea, Casey?" The knowing gray eyes turned toward her.

"I'm…sorry," she stammered. She had been concentrating so much on him that she didn't remember any words being spoken. "I didn't hear what you were saying."

His smile mocked her openly while his eyes twinkled over her flushed cheeks. "Your mother was just talking about the old-fashioned barn dance the Gordons are having Friday night. She said she wasn't going because John wasn't here. I suggested that she should go, that we could all go as a family."

"I really don't think I'd better." Lucille Gilmore looked up from the pile of socks in her lap. "You three can go by all means, but I wouldn't feel right going without John."

"Mother, you know you'd enjoy it." Casey shook her gaze free from Flint's hypnotic face. "Besides, how many of those dances have you been to where dad sat out every dance? He hates them, but he's never begrudged your going."

"The people who will be there are your friends and neighbors," Flint inserted. "No one will think unkindly of you accompanying your children, even if John is in the hospital."

"I'm sure they won't," Casey's mother agreed hesitantly. "But…"

"No 'buts.' It's settled. We're all going," Flint said firmly. "We won't take 'no' for an answer, will we, Casey?"

She couldn't stop the tingle of pleasure at the coupling of her desires with his. Nor could she stop the glow from lighting her eyes as she agreed with him.

"You haven't made any arrangements to go to the dance with Smitty, have you, Casey? Because if you have…" Her mother spoke.

An uncomfortable twinge of conscience poked her as Casey tried to recall truthfully whether Smitty had mentioned it. "I'm sure he hasn't." The convincing tone was more for herself than for her mother. She accompanied the statement with a shy shrug of her shoulders. "He's become…too sure of himself lately, anyway."

Lucy Gilmore smiled at her, pleased at the suddenly feminine tactics her daughter seemed to be using. "All right, I'll go."

"Speak of the devil," Mark piped up, "here comes Smitty now."

Casey twisted from her chair, aware of the thoughtful gray eyes watching her.

"I'll go to the door," she offered unnecessarily, since Smitty came and went in their house as if it were his own.

"Hi, gorgeous," Smitty greeted her on the porch steps.

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