The Texan's Twins. Pamela Britton
to be in control. The fact that she could do so while winning Daddy’s approval was just the icing on the cake, or so he surmised.
“Where were you?”
The third degree. He should have expected that. And he should have expected a visit from his old man this morning, too. Checking up on him. “I was in a meeting.”
“With who?” Blue eyes clearly doubted his words.
“With our new engineer.” He glanced at his laptop when his email binged. Lizzie. She was warning him their dad was on the prowl. He quickly typed the words Too late before turning his attention back to his dad. “We were going over the numbers for the project.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Something about the way his dad said the words put Jet on alert. “I was.”
Silence. Brock adjusted his crutches again. Jet waited.
“She’s good-looking.”
Oh, crap. He should have expected this, too. “She’s an exceptional engineer.”
He didn’t know that for sure, not really, but he’d studied the report she’d sent him and from what he could tell, she’d covered all the bases, despite her errors. He could tell he’d surprised her with his knowledge of the industry. The fact was, he’d grown up around wells and drilling. He might not have a masters degree on paper, but he sure as heck did in experience. His father knew that. It was why he was being groomed to take over for Lizzie. The thing was, he liked his life just fine. He helped out at Baron Energies when he could, but this full-time stuff wasn’t really his thing.
“She’s going to be a distraction to the men on-site.”
Jet kept his expression neutral, but he was surprised. For someone who professed to be a man with vision, Brock sure seemed stuck in the past.
“Believe me, she’ll keep them at arm’s length.”
“Sounds like you speak from experience.”
Jet glanced at the time. He was supposed to meet J.C. in fifteen minutes but he suspected if he mentioned that to his dad, he’d be treated to another lecture.
“She’s a professional, Dad. Even if I was interested in her, which I’m not, she wouldn’t give a man like me the time of day.”
She’d made her disdain for him obvious. That might have something to do with them getting off on the wrong foot, but that wasn’t the only thing he saw in her eyes. She was wary of him. Wary of men in general, and he couldn’t help but wonder why.
“Did you know she’s the daughter of Jimmy Marks?”
No. He hadn’t known that. “She mentioned growing up in the oil fields.”
“Best wildcatter I knew. Crazy son of a bitch. Can’t believe he had such a pretty daughter. Then again, the girl’s mother was a looker.”
“She’s not my type.”
“Just keep your Johnson in your pants.”
“Dad!”
“I mean it, Jet. You need to focus. The company needs you now more than ever.”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Just as long as you stay here.”
“Is that it? Is that all you wanted to say to me?”
His dad’s eyes narrowed. “No.”
Whatever was on his dad’s mind, Jet could see it bothered him. He wondered what it could be. His heart jumped. Was it his health?
“What is it, Dad?”
He saw his dad take a deep breath. “I need your opinion on something.”
Well, stop the press. Pigs must surely be flying. Snowballs were being hurled from hell. Rain fell upside down. His dad never asked for his thoughts. Never.
“Your sister Carly came to me a few weeks back asking about your mother.”
“Which one?” It wasn’t a sarcastic question. Brock had married three times. Once to his birth mom, a woman named Delia, then to Peggy, who’d died when he was fifteen and then to his current wife, Julieta. Frankly, it was Peggy that he mostly thought of as Mom. Julieta was a wonderful woman, but she was more like a friend.
“The one who gave birth to you.”
Jet leaned even farther back, placing his hands behind his head as he did so. “What’d she want to know?”
“She’s trying to find her.”
Jet’s hands dropped. “What? Why?”
“I think it has to do with Lizzie being pregnant. Or maybe it’s the whole engagement thing. It’s got the girls thinking about motherhood and having babies or something. I don’t know.”
But it bothered his old man, Jet could tell, enough that he was coming to his son and asking for...something.
“What do you want me to do?”
His dad didn’t answer for a moment, but what Jet found most telling was the way Brock’s gaze never met his own.
“Dad?” he prompted.
“Just keep an eye on the situation for me. See if you can find out what’s going on and what they know.”
“You want me to spy.”
That got his dad’s attention. “No. Nothing like that.” He reached for his crutches. “I just want to know what they know, that’s all.”
“Why don’t you just ask Carly?”
“Because you know what she’s like. Once she gets the bit between her teeth, she’s a runaway horse. If she thinks it bothers me that she’s looking for Delia, she’ll wonder why. That’ll get her dander up and, more important, her curiosity rolling. She won’t let it rest.”
“What’s wrong with her being curious?”
Was that a momentary glint of guilt he saw in his dad’s eyes? What did the old man have to feel guilty about?
“Nothing wrong with it. I just don’t want her getting hurt. That woman did enough damage to our family.”
That wasn’t it. Jet could tell there was far more to the story than that.
His father stood up. Jet watched, wondered, pondered a bit, but in the end, he admitted now he was curious. “I’ll see what I can find out.”
“Thank you. I’d appreciate that.”
And now gratitude. Would wonders never cease?
His dad put his crutches beneath his arm. “And stay away from that J.C. woman.”
“Her name’s Jasmine and she’s the engineer on the project I’m managing. I can’t exactly ignore her.”
His dad paused by the door to his office, his reflection projected back to Jet thanks to the glass wall along the front of his office. “You know what I mean.”
He did, indeed, know what he meant. Didn’t mean he would listen to him, but he knew.
* * *
TEN MINUTES LATER, Jet couldn’t keep the smile from his face as he exited the elevator amid a crowd of fellow office dwellers. It was a beautiful day in the neighborhood, and if he were honest with himself, he itched to get on a horse.
Those days are over.
No, he silently promised himself. He wasn’t going to give up rodeo. And he was getting to do something he loved today. Fly.
But as Jet waited for Jasmine to arrive in front of Baron Energies’ corporate offices, he knew he kidded himself. It wasn’t just the thought of flying, it was the thought of spending