The Cowboy's Lady by Debbie Macomber

Author:Debbie Macomber [Macomber, Debbie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Published: 2016-01-26T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

“Taylor!” Russ shouted from the other side of the bathroom door. “Close the shower curtain. I’m coming in.”

Resting her head against the back of the tub until the warm, soothing water covered her shoulders, Taylor turned a disinterested glance toward the door. She felt sleepy and lethargic. “Go away,” she called lazily, then proceeded to yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand.

“If you don’t want to close the curtain, it’s fine with me. Actually, I’d be grateful if you didn’t.”

The doorknob started to turn and, muttering at the intrusion, Taylor reached for the plastic curtain and jerked it closed.

“Damn,” Russ said from the other side, not bothering to hide his disappointment. “I was hoping you’d be more stubborn than this.”

“Why are you here?” she demanded.

“I live here, remember?”

“I mean in the bathroom! You have no business walking in on me like this.” Actually, Taylor should have been out of the shower long ago, but the water was so warm and relaxing, and it felt so good.

“I’m taking these clothes out so Mandy can put them in the washing machine,” he said, and his voice faded as he went down the hall.

All too soon he was back. “Stick out your arm.”

“Why?”

“You’ll find out.”

Taylor exhaled sharply, her hold on her temper precarious. “May I remind you that I’m stark naked behind this curtain.”

“Trust me, lady, I know that. It’s playing hell with my imagination. Now stick out your arm before I’m forced to pull back this shower curtain.”

Grinding her teeth, Taylor did as he asked, knowing full well he’d follow through with his threat given the least provocation. Almost immediately a hot mug was pressed into her palm. She brought it behind the curtain and was immediately struck by the scent of whiskey and honey mixed with hot water. “What’s this for?”

“It’ll help warm you.”

“I wasn’t really that chilled.” Actually, she’d been far too angry to experience anything more than minimal discomfort.

“If you want the truth,” Russ said in low, seductive tones, “I was hoping the drink would help take the edge off your anger.”

“It’s going to take a whole lot more than whiskey to do that.”

“That’s what I thought,” he muttered. “I’ve left a couple of Mandy’s things here for you to change into when you’ve finished. There’s no hurry, so take all the time you want.”

“Are you leaving now?” she asked impatiently.

“Yes, but I’ll be waiting for you.”

“I figured you would be,” she grumbled.

A thick pale blue flannel robe that zipped up the front was draped over the edge of the sink, along with a pair of fuzzy pink slippers. After Taylor had finished drying, she slipped into those, conscious that she wore nothing underneath.

Russ was sitting at the kitchen table. “Where’s Mandy?” she asked, doing her best to sound casual and composed, as if she often walked around a man’s home in nothing more than a borrowed robe.

“She’s on the phone, talking to Travis Wells’s boy.”

This must be the famous Eddie who’d caused Taylor so much grief.

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