Texas Millionaire by Dixie Browning

Author:Dixie Browning [Browning, Dixie]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781459258327
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury
Published: 2012-06-07T02:54:25.214000+00:00

Up early the next morning after another restless night, Hank forced himself to concentrate on the latest batch of P&E statements. At nine, on his third cup of black coffee, he swung around to face the window, hoisted his boots to the windowsill and placed a call to his broker concerning a small, innovative software company that was about to go public.

“Oscar, you know that outfit we talked about last week? I want it. See what you can do about it and get back to me.” He hung up, wondering what old Tex would have thought of the changes that had taken place over the course of three generations. With the feds trying to hog-tie the players with regulations, the silicon trade these days reminded him of the wildcat days here in Royal, back when Tex Langley had brought in his first handful of wells.

Ten past nine. He’d scheduled a meeting in San Diego for later in the day. With a two-day backlog of work to plow through first, he couldn’t seem to concentrate. Making a deliberate effort, he focused on the Pacific Rim investment group he’d be meeting in a matter of hours, only to drift off into another nonproductive daydream.

“Crap,” he muttered. He poured himself another cup of coffee, downed it and rubbed his gut, then opened another folder and stared out the window, the refrain from an old blues number tugging at his memory.

New Orleans. A place on Bourbon Street—a few guys from Special Ops blowing off steam. Slap-bass player with a patch over one eye. Blues singer with a beat-up guitar and a voice like a cement mixer belting out a song about a woman named Caledonia.

“Cal’donia, Cal’donia…” There was something about her hard head or her big feet, he couldn’t remember which. Grinning, he was grabbing a fistful of air, growling a heartfelt, “Yeah!” when the door opened and Callie said, “Did you call me? I was on the phone and I thought I heard.”

The chair swiveled around. Papers slid from the folder on his lap, and he started to chuckle. Being caught acting the fool wasn’t something that happened to him often, probably not often enough. “Tell me something, Callie, did you ever find yourself so far up a twisted creek you couldn’t find your way back again?”

Gravely she thought it over, and then she asked, “Is that a rhetorical question?”

“I’m not sure.” His thoughtful gaze took in the way her tan skirt accentuated a narrow waist and small, nicely rounded hips. For a man who’d always appreciated subtlety, he’d come dangerously close to overlooking her.

Now he just wished to hell he could.

“Well, if you really want to know, when I get all muddled up about something, I usually sleep on it. I think my subconscious mind must see a lot of things my conscious mind misses, because as often as not when I wake up, the answers are all laid out on my pillow, plain as day. Does that help?”

She looked so worried he wanted to gather her up in his arms and comfort her.

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