Cowboy for Hire by Marie Ferrarella

Author:Marie Ferrarella
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-10-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“If you need anything,” Finn told her almost an hour later as they stood on the second floor of his house, “I’m just down the hall.” He pointed to the room that was located on the other side of the small bathroom he had already shown her.

Suddenly bone-tired, Connie nodded, murmuring, “Thanks.”

They had stopped on the way to his home to borrow the things that she needed in the way of clothing for tonight and tomorrow. Finn couldn’t think of a single other thing she needed to know at this point, so he began to withdraw from the room.

“Okay. Then I guess you’re all set. See you in the morning,” he told Connie.

Again she nodded, softly repeating the last word he’d just said, as if in agreement. “Morning.” With that, Connie retreated into the room that he had just brought her to.

Closing the door, Connie took another, longer, closer look around what he’d referred to as the guest room. It looked even smaller now than it had at first glance, barely the size of her closet back home. Perhaps even smaller. There was enough space for a double bed, one nightstand with a lamp and a very small dresser.

The closet itself, which curiosity prompted her to check out, was large enough to accommodate less than half the clothing she’d left at the hotel in Pine Ridge.

Yet from the way Finn had talked about the house as they drove over to it, she got the impression that this small, cramped house had seen a great deal more happiness and love than her father’s seven-thousand-square-foot-plus mansion ever had.

There was a kind of worn-down-to-the-nub warmth emanating from the sixty-three-year-old, two-story house that was sorely missing from the place where she had grown up and still vaguely thought of as home.

She found herself envying Finn and his brothers a great deal.

Get it together, Con. You’ve got a full day ahead of you. Save the pity party for later.

Taking care to lock her door, Connie pushed the room’s mismatched chair against it by way of an extra precaution. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust Finn, because oddly enough, she did, despite knowing the man for less than forty-eight hours. She’d been taught that taking an extra ounce of prevention was always a wise thing to do—just in case.

That hadn’t come from her father, but was something that Emerson had taught her. The man at one point had worked as her father’s head of security before becoming his general business manager. Emerson had always seemed to be aware of everything. She doubted there was a situation in the world that Stewart Emerson was not prepared to handle.

It never occurred to her to dismiss what he said as being useless or inapplicable. She looked to him for guidance the way one should a father. Emerson was the one who always had time for her.

Her father did not.

Connie remembered changing for bed—donning the nightshirt that Brett’s fiancée gladly lent her. The verbal exchange between them, with Finn in the middle, had been fleeting.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.