Wife For Hire. Amy J. Fetzer
grease on one bare thigh.
Nash peered under the hood. “Good Lord, is that a pair of panty hose for a fan belt?”
She jerked upright, knocking her head into his chin.
“Ow, yes, it is.” She rubbed her head. “A girl has to make do when she’s alone on a dark country road.”
“All the more reason to get a better car. This thing is falling apart.”
“Not quite yet.” She leaned back under the hood to adjust the panty-hose belt. “Besides, Lurlene just needs a rest, dontcha, baby?” She patted the fender. “Can you hand me the torque wrench?” She waved at the toolbox behind her. He pushed the wrench into her hand.
“Why are you fixing this now?” he asked when she straightened.
“The girls and I are going to the market to pick up some household stuff.”
His features tightened. “You’re not taking my children anywhere in that pile of junk!”
“Shh.” She covered up a headlight as if covering ears. “Insults won’t make Lurlene your friend, Nash.”
His lips twitched. Hayley always did have a great sense of humor.
“So what do you propose I do?” she asked.
He folded his arms over his chest and called for Jimmy Lee. The ranch hand came around the corner of the barn, hopped the fence and strode toward them.
“Yeah, boss?”
“Bring the sedan around for Miss Albright, will you?”
“Sedan?” Hayley said, looking for one in the yard. There were half a dozen trucks, flatbeds, and five horse trailers neatly lined up behind the breeding barn, but no sedan.
“Want me to drive her?” Jimmy asked.
Nash glared. The man was eyeballing Hayley’s bare legs and cropped T-shirt as if she were spicy barbecue on a summer night. “No, I do not. She’s capable of driving herself and the twins.”
“You trust me with the girls?” Hayley asked.
He met her gaze. “Of course,” he said as if she was foolish to ask.
She smiled, a bright burst of light in dimples and dark-brown eyes. It hit him like a punch to the gut and rocked him to his boot heels. He could get used to seeing that every day, he thought as she took off like a shot, as usual, to the house to change her clothes. Someone ought to tie her down. But he was afraid if someone did, her impatient energy would drill a hole straight to China.
Two hours later Hayley drove back up the long gravel lane in his sedan. A Mercedes sedan, she thought, running her hand over the leather-covered steering wheel. The corporate car, he’d called it. It looked as if it had never been used. Even smelled new—and expensive. But then, he could afford to be extravagant. Before she and the twins had left, he’d told her to charge all she needed on his credit line, and anyone else might have been tempted to go hog-wild. But Hayley had pinched pennies for too long to go loose now.
She frowned when she pulled into the spot nearest the house and realized her car was missing. Climbing out, she shooed the girls inside and went to the trunk for the groceries. She had two sacks in her arms when Nash, on a beautiful chestnut stallion, rode down from the hill. He stopped on the edge of the driveway, and she tried not to notice how sexy he looked.
“Where’s my car?” she asked.
“I had it towed.”
Her gaze narrowed and she cocked her head. “Excuse me?”
“It’s a piece of junk and dangerous, Hayley.”
“And it’s my piece of junk, not yours.”
“If you’re worried about your things, I had them delivered to your room.”
How good of His Lordship, she thought. “It’s my car, Nash.”
His brow knitted. “Lurlene is held together with tape, panty hose and gum, darlin’. Give her a decent burial and get another.”
“If I could afford one, don’t you think I would be driving it?”
“I’ll buy you one, then.”
Instantly she dumped the bags back in the trunk. “Get down off that horse so I can yell at you right proper.” She pointed to the ground in case he misunderstood.
Smothering a smile, he swung down, tugging the fingers of his gloves as he walked closer.
She was in his face. “I don’t need your charity, Nash Rayburn. And I resent the hell out of you taking charge of my car.”
“If you want it back, I’ll just make a call.”
Her anger withered a bit. “Yes, I do. You do that. Right now.”
He nudged his hat back. “I was only trying to help.”
“You were manipulating. Doing what you damn well please because you have the money. Here’s a novel approach,” she said, wide-eyed and sarcastic. “How about asking me how I feel?”
“You would have said no.”
“But you went ahead, pretty as you please.”
“I can’t have you driving that thing.”
His superior look made her want to kick him. “Why? An embarrassment to you?”
“No, dammit, you could get hurt.”
She held his gaze steadily, yet her voice wavered. “Any more than I already have been shouldn’t matter to you, Nash.”
She turned away and grabbed the grocery bags, sidestepping out of his reach when he tried to help.
“Hayley!”
“Don’t talk to me till Lurlene is sitting next your stuck-up sedan!”
She didn’t talk to him. She wouldn’t even acknowledge him at dinner until the tow truck pulled away. And then she just gave him a “Don’t try that again or you’ll be sorry” glare and headed into the house, his five-year-old traitors tucked by her side.
He looked at the rusted blue two-door coupe. Then he kicked it. The bumper fell off the back.
“I saw that!” came a voice from the house, and Nash had to smile. Having Hayley Albright around certainly made life interesting. Again.
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