Heartless. Diana Palmer
us, dressing like that for a fancy auction!”
“Speak for yourself,” he shot back as he put the truck in gear. “You’re not exactly the belle of the ball.”
“I’m comfortable,” she said. “You said not to dress up.”
His dark eyes cut around to hers and he gave her a look that made her feel warm all over. “You’d look good in a flour sack, honey,” he told her solemnly. “But I like the pigtails.”
She laughed nervously, tugging at one. “They’re too young for me, I guess, but I couldn’t get my hair up this morning.”
“I like it.”
He pulled out onto the road and drove to a nearby steak restaurant that he favored, parking on the side. He and Gracie walked up onto the porch just as the luxury car pulled into the front parking lot.
Jason gave her an amused grin. “Well, he does have good taste in food.”
“I’ll bet somebody had to tell him it was a nice place to eat,” she shot back.
The waitress showed them to a table about the time the cattleman and his companion got to the line.
“Look what the cat dragged in,” Cy Parks drawled as Jason and Gracie were seated at a booth across from his table.
“Look who’s talking, Parks,” Jason shot back.
“How’s Lisa?” Gracie asked.
Cy’s eyebrows levered up and down. “Pregnant,” he said with an ear-to-ear grin. “We’re over the moon.”
“Wow,” Gracie said softly. “Congratulations.”
“Our son needs a playmate,” he explained. He looked up as J. D. Langley and Harley Fowler, who was Cy’s foreman, and Leo Hart came walking back to his table with full salad plates. He gave them a snarly look. “Salad! Good God, I never thought I’d see the day when ranchers would sit down to plates of rabbit food!”
“We’re joining the green lobby,” Leo chuckled. “Hi, Jason. Gracie. Been to the sale?”
“Yes,” Jason replied. “We didn’t see you there.”
“We were on the other side of the barn,” J.D. muttered, glancing toward where the grumbly cattleman and his companion were just about to be seated. “Avoiding the plague in designer suits.”
“Who is he?” Gracie asked.
Harley Fowler grinned at her. “You ought to know.”
“Me?” she exclaimed, fuddled. “I know him?”
“Well, Mr. Pendleton ought to know him, anyway,” Harley added.
Jason gave Harley a scowl. “Mr. Pendleton was my father.”
Harley flushed a little. “Sorry.”
“He’s not big on ceremony,” Gracie told the younger man, smiling. “We don’t play that sort of game.”
“The hell we don’t,” Jason said, and his eyes kindled as the visiting cattleman came toward them. His big body tensed.
“Jason,” Gracie warned softly. She didn’t fancy a brawl in here, and Jason had a low boiling point. That designer rancher had already made him mad.
“If it isn’t the Jacobsville lobby,” the visitor said with a sarcastic smile. “The cattle-petting cattlemen, in person.”
Jason leaned back in the booth, stretching out his long legs. “Nothing wrong with treating cattle decently,” he said deliberately.
The man gave him a faintly contemptuous look. “Excuse me, but I don’t remember asking for your opinion. You may work cattle, son, but I’m sure you don’t own any. Now why don’t you mind your own business and let cattlemen talk cattle?”
Black eyes bored into his face with an expression under them that would have made an impression on a man less thick-skinned.
“You didn’t get that lot of Santa Gertrudis heifers you came after, did you?” Cy Parks mused.
The man made a face. “Rub it in. I know you were the high bidder.”
“Nope. It wasn’t me. I was there for the lot of Santa Gert calves. I got those.” Cy’s green eyes narrowed. “Your boss sent you there to get those heifers, I hear.”
The man’s lip pulled up. “Sent me there with half the amount I needed to bid for them,” he said angrily. “And told me not to go higher. Hell of a boss. I’ll bet he wouldn’t know a heifer from a bull, sitting up there in his office telling real cattlemen how to buy cattle!”
Cy studied him coldly. “That attitude won’t get you far in the Pendleton organization.”
“Not my fault if the boss doesn’t know how to bid for cattle. I’ll have to educate him.”
There was a collective intake of breath at the table. Beside it, Jason’s brow quirked. He was beginning to enjoy himself.
“Do you know who trumped my bid for those heifers?” the man asked curiously.
Everybody at Cy Parks’s table pointed to Jason Pendleton. Gracie did, too.
The visiting cattleman turned to the man he’d been putting down for most of the day. Jason took off his Stetson and cold black eyes bored into the man’s shocked face.
“You bought those heifers? With what?” the arrogant rancher exclaimed. He glanced at Gracie. “You don’t look like a man who could afford a sick calf, and your girlfriend there sure hasn’t got money. So who do you work for?”
Jason didn’t like the crack about Gracie. His amusement morphed into pure dislike. “I could ask you the same question,” he said icily.
“I work for the Pendleton organization,” the man said.
Jason glowered at him. “Not anymore.”
“And who do you think you are, to tell me that?” the man demanded.
Jason’s black eyes glittered at him. “Jason Pendleton.”
The fancy rancher stared at the ragged cowboy with patent disbelief. But then, in his mind, he recalled the painting in the Pendleton Corporation CEO’s office downtown, over the fireplace. The man in the portrait was a match for the man glaring at him from the booth. “You’re Mr.…Mr. Pendleton?” he stammered, flushing purple. “I didn’t recognize you!”
Jason was toying with his coffee cup. His eyes held the other man’s. “Pity,” he murmured.
The other rancher seemed to lose his dignity and his arrogant attitude all at once.
“I didn’t know…” he stammered.
“Obviously,” Jason replied curtly. “I wanted to see how you operated before I turned you loose as my representative. Good thing. You like to put people down, don’t you? Well, you won’t be doing it on my payroll. Collect your last paycheck at the office. Do I need to say the words?”
The rancher’s jaw set. “You can’t do this to me! Hell, nobody fires a man for losing a bid…!” he began belligerently.
Jason stood up. He was a head taller than the man and he looked dangerous. The ranchers at the nearby table tensed.
“I said,” Jason began in a slow, menacing tone, “collect your last paycheck.” His big hands began to curve into fists at his side.
The rancher’s companion noticed that and grabbed his friend’s arm, almost dragging him away. He knew things about Jason Pendleton’s temper that the other rancher obviously didn’t.
Gracie tugged at Jason’s hand gently. He looked at her and calmed a little as he sat back down again. But he was openly glaring at the man’s retreating