Winning The Rancher's Heart. Pamela Britton
“Is that a problem?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Good, then I’ll take you on a tour of the ranch next.”
She seemed surprised again.
“Unless you’d like to settle in first.”
“No, no. That’s okay.”
“Good.” He glanced at his watch. “And before I forget, here’s some information I put together for you. My cell phone. Email. Etcetera.” He slid a manila envelope forward. “Meet me in front of your apartment in ten minutes.”
She lifted a hand, saluted. He lifted a brow. She smiled and stood up, envelope held in front of her like a shield.
“It was nice to finally meet you.”
“Same,” he said with a dip of his head.
He watched her slip away, but when she left he spun his chair so that it faced the windows. Maybe he shouldn’t have left the hiring of a housekeeper to his sister. He had a feeling Naomi Jones might prove to be a handful, although he had no idea why he felt that way.
Her eyes sparkled.
As if she saw the world from the big end of a telescope and what she spotted amused her. Usually, he hired people who were far more serious, but he supposed that was to be expected given the nature of his work. Naomi seemed...complicated.
He hated complications.
“Can I tour the ranch with you?”
T.J.’s face was imploring and it killed Naomi to shake her head. “Honey, there’ll be time to show you around later today. Let me spend some time with my new boss first.”
“But I thought you weren’t going to start work until next week,” he said.
She’d thought so, too, but she should have known her new boss was a workaholic. His sister had told her how often he was out of town. That he was driven and impatient and yet the kindest man she’d ever get to know. She’d have to take his sister’s word for it. So far she felt...nervous. He had the ability to escalate her pulse, and not because he was good-looking, although he was that, with his dark hair and blue eyes. Handsome and intimidating as hell.
“Plans changed.” She brushed her hand through T.J.’s hair. “But I promise to explore with you later on today.”
When she got off work she would make sure to show T.J. the ranch, although she’d forgotten to ask Jax Stone about her hours. And what days she’d have off. And a whole host of other questions because when she’d looked into his eyes she’d just sort of gone ooohh.
Someone beeped a horn. Janus stood up from his position at Sam’s feet and began to growl.
“Nein,” she softly told him. That was all she needed to say for the dog to rest his head again. That was the last thing she needed—for Janus to start attacking the door. “Stay inside,” she told her kids, although she doubted Sam heard her. Earphones didn’t quash the sound of music that emanated from the tiny white buds. Her daughter would be deaf by the time she was fourteen.
“Can I go see the pool?” T.J. asked, eyes filled with hope.
“No.”
His lower lip stuck out. “But Mom...”
“Just stay here. Sam.” He daughter continued to tap something out on her phone. “Sam!”
That got her attention, but she seemed completely put out that she had to remove one of the buds from her ear. She did everything but roll her eyes.
“Keep an eye on T.J.”
T.J. wiggled. “I don’t need a babysitter.”
The horn beeped again. Janus barked. Naomi turned to the room and said, “Stay.”
“Mom. I’m not a dog.”
“I know that. I meant all of you. Don’t leave.”
She slipped outside before T.J. could start complaining again. “Sorry,” she told her new boss, drawing up short at the sight of the all-terrain vehicle he’d arrived in. It looked like something the military would use—all camo paint and big black bumpers and a cab framed by a roll cage.
“Was that your dog I heard?”
She nodded, her face coloring a bit because it was only then that she realized she hadn’t told his sister exactly what kind of dog she’d be bringing with her.
“That did not sound like a small animal.”
Once again she found herself tipping her chin. “He’s a Belgian Malinois.”
He knew what that was, she could tell by the way his blue eyes narrowed. “You have a Malinois?”
She nodded, decided that she should just spit the rest of it out. “He’s an ex-military war dog.”
His lips pressed together before he said, “What are you doing with an MWD?”
“He was my husband’s.”
Trevor.
Her high school sweetheart. The man she’d known instantly that she would marry, even as young as she was. She tried not to let her emotions show, but she saw Jax’s gaze hone in on her own. It still hurt, although she’d hoped, goodness how she’d hoped, that it would have faded by now. At least a little bit. She prayed the move would help. Less of a reminder of what her life had been like before.
“You took possession of him after he died?”
She nodded. “Smartest thing I’ve ever done.”
He stared at her a long time. “Come on,” he said. “I’m sure you want to spend time unpacking when we’re done here.”
“It’s fine,” she said, forcing a smile as she slipped into the passenger seat. “How far away are the horses?”
“Not far,” he said. “I wanted the guest quarters to be within walking distance of my home.”
Jaxton Stone was rich. Not that she hadn’t already known that. Not that she cared, but she could tell he was more than just well-off.
She’d found out about Dark Horse Ranch through Trevor’s best friend, Ethan, who’d taken on the role of surrogate brother over the past year. Ethan’s brother-in-law Colt had told her Jaxton owned the company Colt’s brother, Chance, used to work for, and that they’d been in combat together once upon a time. And that Jaxton was the type of man who’d give his left kidney to someone. It was Ethan, Colt and Chance who’d convinced the reclusive Jaxton Stone to move to Via Del Caballo and build his therapeutic horse ranch for combat veterans. Naomi loved the idea so much she’d asked if he was hiring, and voilà, here she was. Except given their description of the man, and then after meeting his sister, she’d expected someone completely different. Guarded. Not this...stern taskmaster who didn’t seem to have the muscles to smile.
“I love your home.”
He put the vehicle in gear, the clutch lurching them forward so that she grabbed the roll cage to steady herself, the metal cold beneath her fingers. It was far cooler than she’d expected. She’d be chilled within a matter of minutes in her long-sleeved T-shirt and jeans.
“Thank you,” he said, shooting her a glance, looking like any rancher on any given day, on any other average ranch, in his black cowboy hat and jeans. The road followed the curve of the hillside, and she gasped at what stood on the other side. A massive equestrian complex, one made out of thick beams and with a steeped roof and tall windows across the front. It was all off in the distance, but close enough that she and the kids could walk, and all tucked away in