The Rodeo Man's Daughter (Harlequin American Romance) by White Daille Barbara

Author:White Daille, Barbara
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2012-02-01T00:00:00+00:00

LATER THAT EVENING, after getting whupped by Nate more than once over a checkerboard, Caleb gave in and suggested they move outside for some fresh air. While she ran up to her room with the game, he went outside to the wooden porch swing.

Roselynn followed a moment later, carrying a tray with a couple of glasses and a pitcher of lemonade. “Thought you might like something to wet your whistle.” She poured a glassful and handed it to him.

“Thanks.” He took a sip of the drink. On the sour side, the way she’d discovered he liked it. The way he’d had to fight to keep from feeling tonight. Sour and cranky and…

Jealous.

While the rest of them had eaten their supper, Tess had gone off for her date with old Joe.

As Roselynn entered the house, Nate came out and took her usual seat on the porch. She leaned back against the railing, one leg stretched out across the front step.

The sun threw the lengthening shadow of a pine over them, cooling the air a little.

It had been a good while since their noon meal at the Double S. But not nearly long enough for him to forget Tess’s attitude. Or her words.

He took another swig of his lemonade, trying to quench his thirst. And to drown his irritation.

When her aunt had announced the plan of having him get together with folks, Tess had shown all too plainly how little she liked the idea. And at lunch, she had outright told him to keep his promises to himself. She couldn’t have made it any clearer that she didn’t want anything from him. She didn’t even want him around.

Hell, was she still ashamed to be in his company?

The thought riled him.

“Caleb, you’re rich, aren’t you?”

He started at Nate’s question, unexpected in the quiet moment and unnerving in its bluntness. She had more than a little of her aunt Ellamae’s personality in her.

When he looked across the porch, he found her with her head bent over her glass as if she were analyzing the contents. “Well…” He paused, wondering how to respond. Honesty ought to work. “I’ve got more money than some people have. And not as much as others.”

“Do you have as much money as Mr. Harley?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t rightly know how to answer that. I wouldn’t know how much money he has.”

“Lots.”

“Yeah, so I gathered.” Hand over fist, Nate had said at breakfast the other day, quoting Ellamae. Then she’d added the man wanted to marry her mama. He thought she intended to pick up on that again now, but she threw another question at him.

“Are you dirty?” she asked.

He looked down at his jeans, then whacked his good knee with his free hand, brushing the fabric. “Nope, no dirt on me.”

“Not dirt. Like, dirty rich.”

He had trouble keeping his eyebrows from climbing. “I’m not sure I follow you.

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