(Long, Tall Texans, #6) Connal by Diana Palmer

Author:Diana Palmer [Palmer, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

It wasn't at all unusual for C.C. to have breakfast with

Pepi and her father, but in recent months he'd kept very

much to himself. Even so, Pepi wasn't surprised to find

him sitting in the dining room with her father when she

came down to breakfast. She was surprised to find food

on the table, waiting for her, right down to a fresh pot

of coffee.

"Shocked, are we?" C.C. murmured dryly, his dark

eyes sliding possessively down her body, clad in jeans

and boots and a white blouse with a yellow knit

pullover sweater. "Think men are helpless, do we?

She glanced around, looking to see how many people

he was talking to.

"Cute," he chuckled. "Sit down and eat, before it gets

cold."

She took the chair across from him, next to her father.

Her gaze went restlessly from C.C. in working

clothes—denim and chambray—to her father in a suit.

"Are you planning to be buried before the end of the

day, or are you going somewhere?" she asked Ben.

"I'm going to the bank to pay off the note on the

place," he said hesitantly.

"With what?" she cried.

"We can talk about it later," C.C. interrupted. "Eat

your eggs."

"With what?" she persisted, glaring at her father. He

looked guilty. Her eyes went to a smug C.C, leaning

back like a conqueror with his shirt straining over a

muscular chest and broad shoulders while he watched

her. "You did it. You gave him the money to pay off the

note, didn't you?" she demanded.

"He's my father-in-law," C.C said easily. "Not to

mention my partner. We're having the papers drawn up

today. Your father is seeing about it while he's in town."

"You aren't going with him?" she asked warily.

He shrugged. "We've got a new shipment of cattle

coming in. Somebody has to be here to sign for them

and oversee the unloading."

"New cattle?" She knew her eyes were bulging. "What

new cattle?"

"Some heifers to add to our replacement heifers,

that's all," C.C. assured her. He grinned. "But we're

going to have two purebred Santa Gertrudis bulls. My

brothers are coming up tomorrow."

"There are more like you?" she wondered aloud, re-

calling his vague reference to them the night before.

"Three," he reminded her.

"God help us all. Are they married?"

His dark eyes narrowed. "One of them is. The young-

est. The older two are still single, and don't get any

ideas. You've already got a husband."

"Only until I can get your signature on a document,"

she replied sweetly.

"And hell will freeze over, first," he returned.

"Can't we save the arguing for later?" Ben moaned. "I

want to enjoy my breakfast."

"He's got a point. Have some salsa."

She gave up. She spooned the brilliant red salsa over

her eggs and savored the spicy flavor they gave the per-

fectly cooked scrambled eggs. The bacon was neatly

done, too, and the biscuits were even better than her

own.

She frowned at C.C. She knew that he, like most of

the men, could whip up a meal when he had to. But this

was beyond the scope of most men who weren't

professional chefs. "You cooked all this?"

"Did I say that?" C.C. asked innocently.

"Well, no. . ."

"Consuelo did it," Ben told her. "We thought you

might like a late morning, what with all the excitement

last night.

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