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One Last Kiss (Blood Ties #0.5)(4)
Author: Kat Martin

   “My room’s at the other end of the hall.”

   “Where does your aunt sleep?”

   “She’s got her own quarters off the kitchen.” Bridger opened the bedroom door and stepped back to let her in.

   Libby spotted her big bags tossed up on the queen-sized four-poster bed, dropped the ones she was carrying, and fought an urge to rub the muscles in her lower back. Her gaze went to the door.

   “There’s a lock,” Bridger said, reading her mind. “But you don’t have to worry. I’d never cross the line between employer and employee.”

   Libby clenched her teeth. Dear God, the man was insufferable. She hated the place already, and she had only just arrived!

 

 

Chapter Four


   Leaving Libby with instructions to change into her work clothes and meet him in the kitchen, Sam strode back down the stairs and out the front door, slamming it behind him harder than he intended.

   Dammit! If Martin Hale were still alive, Sam would curse him straight to hell.

   For chrissake, he wasn’t the kind of man who let a woman carry her own bags! Or made her feel anything less than welcome. He’d been raised to treat women with respect, even a certain reverence. He was nearly a foot taller than Libby and at least seventy pounds heavier. It wasn’t fair to make the same demands on her that he would make on a man, no matter how sexist that sounded.

   But Martin’s video had been specific. No special treatment. She must carry her own weight, just like any other employee.

   Sam had known Marty Hale for years. When they first met, Sam had been a twenty-year-old kid, just enlisted in the army for a three-year stint after graduating from junior college. Martin had spent two weeks every summer at the ranch for fourteen straight years, had continued even after Chet Bridger had died. He knew Sam well enough to trust that if he accepted the fifty-thousand-dollar payment, he would uphold his end of the bargain.

   He would treat Liberty Hale the same as any other person who worked on the ranch for the summer. Which, considering she was one of the most beautiful, sexiest females he had ever laid eyes on and he was a red-blooded male, wouldn’t be easy to do.

   After a couple of deep breaths, Sam walked back into the house, heading for the kitchen. Though the stainless appliances, cabinets and countertops were new, the room itself was as old as the house, built sixty years ago, a big country kitchen with yellow daisy wallpaper and pale yellow curtains.

   An old-fashioned butcher block sat opposite the sink, and there was a long wooden dining table surrounded by ladder-back chairs next to the window.

   Both Sam’s parents had passed—his dad six years ago, quickly followed by his mother. They’d been a close family, and the loss had hit him hard. Aunt Clara, his mom’s older sister, had helped him through the worst of it. She had arrived at the ranch for Olivia Bridger’s funeral and never left. Sam was thankful every day to have her there.

   Standing at the stove stirring a pot of chili, Clara was a silver-haired woman, still attractive at sixty, with a few extra pounds smoothing out the wrinkles in her cheeks.

   She smiled. “So...is she as pretty as she looks in her pictures?”

   Photos of Libby had been included in the video, along with cosmetic ads from magazines, though Marty had shown Sam pictures of her on his phone over the years.

   “They don’t begin to do her justice.”

   Clara smiled. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

   Good luck with that, he wanted to say, but didn’t. Liberty, so named because she was born on the Fourth of July, was haughty and overindulged, clearly used to people waiting on her hand and foot. But he would let Clara make up her own mind.

   He looked up just as Libby walked into the kitchen in a pair of skintight jeans with silver embroidery and rhinestones on the back pockets and a sleeveless white tank that showed a hint of cleavage. Sam felt the same punch in the gut he’d experienced the moment she had stepped out of the jet and started down the metal stairs.

   As if his world had tilted sideways.

   He didn’t like it. He had a job to do, and it didn’t include being sidetracked by a spoiled, rich, city girl. No, he didn’t like it, but he was beginning to understand why Marty had sent her to the ranch. She needed a dose of reality, needed to come to grips with a future that no longer included her overprotective billionaire uncle, to prepare herself for a life she would be facing on her own.

   “Libby, this is my aunt Clara.”

   Libby’s warm smile surprised him. “A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Winslow.”

   “It’s just Clara, dear. Or Aunt Clara. That’s what everyone calls me. And it’s nice to meet you, too. Your uncle always spoke highly of you.”

   “I really miss him.”

   “I’m sure you do. He was a good man. It was always a pleasure to have him here.”

   “How well did you know him?” She flicked a glance at Sam as if the question were actually meant for him.

   “Martin came here every summer,” Clara answered. “Fourteen years in a row.” Her eyes sparkled. “I think he liked my cooking.”

   Libby smiled. “He did love to eat.”

   “Marty loved spending time at the ranch,” Sam said. “I think that’s why he wanted you to come, to discover the peace he found when he was here.”

   Her eyes narrowed. “You called him Marty?” She had the biggest, bluest eyes he’d ever seen, and the thickest black lashes. He wondered if they could possibly be real, then decided she was probably wearing a lot of mascara.

   “We were friends,” he said simply.

   Libby shook her head. “It’s hard to imagine. No one ever called Martin Hale Marty. Not even his friends.”

   “No one but you—is that what you’re saying?”

   Her chin inched up. “That’s right. No one but me.” She glanced away, and he thought he caught the sheen of tears. It was probably just the light in the kitchen.

   “He never even mentioned this place,” Libby said. “He traveled a lot. Two weeks out of town was not unusual for him, but he never spoke about the Bridger Ranch.” She sighed. “It’s as if he were a different person when he was here.”

   “I think he was different,” Sam said. “He told me once, these mountains were the only place he felt completely free.”

   Libby walked over to the window and looked out at the distant peaks, a few still touched with snow even at this time of year. “It’s beautiful.”

   Sam’s gaze followed hers. “Yeah, it is.”

   Silence fell. It took a moment for him to realize his attention had strayed from the scenery to the woman staring at it.

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