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flared into spirited nostrils. His lips were chiseled, sensual, but capable of compressing into a grim line or twisting into an enraged snarl. His broad shoulders strained at the white cloth that covered them, while in the open neck of the shirt she could see the beginnings of the virile curls that decorated his chest and arrowed down his abdomen. She knew all of that about him, knew exactly the texture of that hair beneath her fingers....
    Slowly she became aware of the amusement in his eyes and she realized that she had been staring openly, practically eating him with her eyes. She flushed and fidgeted nervously with her fork, not daring to look at either Monica or Ricky for fear they had also noticed.
    â€œHow was the flight?” Monica asked trivially, but Cathryn was grateful to her and latched onto the gambit eagerly.
    â€œCrowded, but on time, for once. I didn’t ask if you had to wait,” she said to Rule, deliberately making the effort to converse with him and demonstrate that she wasn’t disturbed at having been caught staring at him.
    He shrugged and started to say something, but Ricky broke in with a harsh, bitter laugh. “It didn’t bother him any,” she sniped. “He left yesterday afternoon and spent the night in Houston to make certain he didn’t miss you. Nothing’s too good for the little queen of the Bar D, is it, Rule?”
    His dark face had that closed, stony look that Cathryn always associated with the painful days when he had first come to the ranch, and she had to clench her fists to quell the sudden, powerful urge to protect him. If any man was less in need of protection than Rule Jackson, he was one tough customer indeed. Rule proved that by giving Ricky a smile that was nothing more than a baring of his teeth as he agreed with seeming ease. “That’s right. I’m here to give her whatever she wants, whenever she wants it.”
    Monica said coolly, “For God’s sake, can’t we have one meal without the two of you sniping at each other? Ricky, try acting your age, which is twenty-seven, instead of seven.”
    In the small silence that followed, Monica continued with a statement that must have seemed completely innocent to her, but which hit Cathryn with all the power of a jackhammer. “Rule says that you’ve come home to stay, Cathryn.”
    Cathryn shot a furious look at Rule, which he met blandly, but the denial that was on her lips was never voiced as Ricky dropped her fork with a clatter. All heads turned to her; she was white, shaking. “You bastard,” she said thinly, glaring at Rule with pure venom in her eyes. “All of these years, as long as Mother had control of the ranch, you’ve mooned around her and sweet-talked her into doing anything you wanted, but now that Cathryn’s twenty-five and has taken over legal control, you drop Mother as if she’s nothing more than yesterday’s laundry! You used her! You didn’t want her or me eith—”
    Rule leaned back in his chair, his eyes flat and unreadable. He didn’t say anything, just watched and waited, and Cathryn had a sudden impression of a cougar flattening out on a limb, waiting for an unsuspecting lamb to walk beneath it. Ricky must have sensed danger too, because her voice halted in midword.
    Monica glared at her daughter and said icily, “You don’t know what you’re talking about! With your track record in romance, how can you have the gall to either criticize or advise anyone else?”
    Ricky turned wildly to her mother. “How can you keep on defending him?” she cried. “Can’t you see what he’s doing? He should’ve married you years ago, but he put you off and waited until she came of age! He knew she would be taking over the ranch! Didn’t you?” she spat, whirling to face Rule.
    Cathryn had had enough. Trembling with temper, she discarded her hold on good manners and