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“OK,” he said “Meanwhile, I’ll see what I can get out of the Gordon woman”
“Be careful, Cade Be subtle We don’t want to give her any ideas”
Cade gave a bark of laughter “Trust h ideas for both of us”
His brother chuckled “She’s as bad as that, huh?”
“I, and you’ve got the picture”
“Well, do the best you can If you can find out whether she’s playing us along or she’s really got so-”
“She’s got nothing You and I both know it”
“Just don’t lose your cool”
“No,” Cade said, “no, I won’t”
“Whatever’s she’s up to, we can handle it”
Cade nodded as he hung up the phone Of course, they could handle it Angelica Gordon ht be clever, but if she really thought she could pull a fast one on the Landons, she was in for an unpleasant surprise
He walked to theand looked out Night had fallen over Dallas; the city’s skyline was brightly lit but the glass under his palms was cool
The Gordon woman’s skin had felt like that, cool under his touch, but there’d been a hint of heat lying just underneath, a sense that hidden deep within her, an ember waited for the breath of life…
Cade swore He swung away from the ent to the phone and dialed
“Rooreen salad and a baked potato with sour creae pot And a double slice of apple pie And ave a self-deprecating laugh “I’m desperate”
He hung up the phone, stripped off his shirt and made his way into the tiled bathrooht’s sleep would put him back on his feet
Tomorrow, he’d confront AH Gordon
A tight smile curled across his mouth as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers
Correction Toelica Gordon
Weren’t there prith by knowing your real name?
“Angelica,” Cade said softly, “Miss Angelica Gordon”
Still s, he stepped into the shower
Angelica pulled her Ford Escort to the curb, stepped out onto the pave the narrow, uneven path that led to her office Halfway there, she stopped, puffed out her breath and hurried back to the car
She’d forgotten to lock it, so that was not a wise move in this part of town, but then, she was in one hell of a rush this
Emily looked up as she came into the office
“Good ,” Emily said, and smiled hesitantly as if to test whether or not this was, in fact, a good
Angelica took a breath and forced a smile to her lips
“Good , Emily”
“Are you, uh, are you OK?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Angelica said She scooped her mail off her secretary’s desk and headed for her office “I don’t want to be disturbed for an hour or so, please If anyone calls, take a e”
“Even if it’s Mr Landon?”
“Especially if it’s Mr Landon If he phones, tell him I’m out”
Angelica slammed her office door, tossed her e textbooks stood ja-eared volumes on oil that had been her father’s
Frowning, she squatted and peered at the spines
Yes
terday, angry beyond ustingly macho Cade Landon, she’d tossed out a lie that had, for the moment, rocked him back on his custom-made boots
What a pleasure it had been to see him turn pale beneath that artful suntan—achieved, no doubt, at the saained all those muscles, for it was obvious that he was no more a cowboy than she was