Daxton (BBW Bear Shifter Moonshiner Romance) (120 Proof Honey) (78 page)

Wiping mud and sodden hair out of her eyes, Jess looked up. The face she saw was long, brown and had huge nostrils. It snorted at her. She looked up again and this time saw the man seated on the horse.
 

“It’s the damn cows,” she said in what she thought of as her petulant voice. “They won’t listen. They won’t come in out of the storm.” She was sobbing now and then realizing that she must look awful, she tried to wipe her face. But the rain was doing a good job of washing her from head to toe, and her efforts to not look like a drowned rat were proving futile.
 

“Well, we’ll see what can be done,” he said and in one fluid movement he got off the horse’s back.
 

All she could see of the man now standing in front of her offering her his hand, was his golden eyes. They almost seemed to glow in the dark.
 

“Who are you?” she asked taking his hand. He pulled her to her feet and then helped her onto the horse. “Oh no, I don’t know how to ride one of these,” she said. He might have smiled, she couldn’t tell in the uncertain light and the rain. In a moment he was up behind her, his arms on either side of her holding the reins. “What about the cows?” she asked.
 

“The cattle will be just fine,” he said. His voice was smooth and rich and confident. It was the voice of someone who just knew things would work out. The horse ran up to the house where the lights were on and Old Charlie was standing in the doorway.
 

Her legs feeling a little weak, and shaking from the cold, Jess found herself deposited on her back porch. Then the stranger on the horse galloped off into the night as lightning sliced the sky.
 

“Who was that?” Jess asked.
 

Old Charlie just smiled at her and handed her a towel.
 

Jess sat on a cardboard box on the floor of what would eventually be her living room. A pool of rainwater settled around her as she dried herself off. Old Charlie collapsed into an armchair. It was one from the apartment she’d live in in New York; a candy striped, overstuffed thing that looked so out of place here in this rustic room. Well, at least it was here.
 

She sighed and watched the steam rising from the cup of tea Charlie had made for her. It was awful, the worst tea she’d ever had. “Thanks for the tea, and the towel.” She said smiling.
 

Old Charlie nodded his head. “Hell-of-a first day out here,” he said. “And now christened with a storm.”
 

“Is that good?”

He shrugged, “Can’t tell yet.”
 

They sat in silence.
 

Then Charlie grunted and said, “So what you runnin’ from?”

“Excuse me?” Jess said. If she was a cat her fur would have been slowly rising. She felt the words form on her tongue…I’m not running…but what she said was, “I guess I’m running from a jerk who made my life horrible.”
 

“You married to this jerk?”

“Divorced.”

“Uh huh, well it’s gonna be ay-okay now,” Charlie smiled. His teeth were dazzlingly white.
 

There was a click and the French doors to the back porch opened. Jess looked up as a young man entered the room. He was tall, broad shouldered with dark hair plastered to his head. He dripped in the doorway looking into the room.
 
“Hey there,” he said looking at her. He smiled.
 

Jess realized she was sitting with her mouth open.
 

“Um…” she said and reached for her tea mug on the floor, hesitated, then tried to grab it again and knocked the contents onto the floor with a tinkling thump. “Oh shit!” she swore and got down on hands and knees using her towel to wipe up the tea. “I just wanted to say, well…um…” she left the sodden towel on the floor now as the tea and her rainwater pool mingled. She stood up and ran her hands over her wet jeans. She was bare foot and her light blue t-shirt had mostly stopped clinging to her. She held out her hand. “I just wanted to thank you for helping me.”
 

“It was no problem,” the new guy said taking her hand. He had a hypnotic smile. It played over his lips like he was listening to someone tell the best joke in the world. Jess wished fervently that she could hear that joke too as she gazed into his eyes. They were such a light brown that they really did look golden.

“I’m Wyatt Wade, by the way,” he said taking his hand back.
 

Jess felt awkward and silly and ran her hands down her sodden jeans. God she was behaving like she was in high school again. This man…
this
man was most certainly trouble.

“And you are?” he asked.
 

She blinked. “I’m Jess Lincoln, sorry for being so rude. I mean this morning I was in New York and now I’m here-- and there were the cows--how did you get them to come in anyway?”

Wyatt grinned, looking every bit the naughty boy, “Oh, I can’t tell you that.”
 

“Why not?”

He shrugged, “You might not invite me over again if I tell you my secret.”
 

“Oh really?” she cocked her head on one side and then caught herself. Flirting? Really? The ink was barely dry on the damned divorce papers and here she was parading her wet-t-shirted breasts in front of a man she’d literally only just met.
 

Just then Charlie coughed. “You two want I should leave the room?”
 

“No! Please! What would give you that idea?” Jess said smiling a little too brightly and wishing she hadn’t gotten her towel all full of tea. She could feel the flapping come on. Whenever she got nervous she tended to talk incessantly and flap her hands around like a mildly concussed albatross. She would have to get him out of her house before she did something really stupid, again. “Look it’s getting late, I think, and well I still have to find my bed…” she looked out into the hallway and saw boxes piled up any old how and sighed.
 

“Can I help you with anything?” Wyatt asked. “Look I hope you don’t mind my saying, but you seem a little disorganized.” Then seeing the look on her face he held up his hands, one still clutching the towel and said, “I just call it like I see it. You don’t know the first thing about running a ranch like this do you?”

Jess shook her head. “Not as such,” she said. “But I am a fast learner.”

Wyatt clicked his tongue. “It doesn’t work like that,” he said shaking his head so his hair flew off his forehead. “Those are good cattle you got there and they can’t wait around for you to figure things out.”

“So what are you saying?” Jess asked suddenly feeling bone weary. All she wanted to do was slide into a hot bath and then crawl into her bed and sleep until the Second Coming.
 

Wyatt sighed.
 

‘What he means,” Charlie piped up from his chair, “Is that you gonna need more help’n just me. You gonna need hands to work, at least while you sort yourself out.” He indicated all the boxes of stuff she had brought with her.
 

Jess knew they were right, but did they have to talk about it right now? Why now? Couldn’t it wait until morning, when there wasn’t lightning and thunder outside and she didn’t feel like road kill? Surely after a good night’s sleep she would feel better and all of this would seem less weird and confusing. For a moment she wished that Conrad were here. He always knew how to handle things. Then she caught herself and mentally shook herself. She wasn’t allowed to want Conrad back. She didn’t really want the no good, lying, cheating freak that he was anywhere near her. And frankly, even though Wyatt had a smile that could melt icebergs, and was built like a Roman god, she wanted neither him nor Charlie in her house bothering her right now. Not about her disorganized life and not about her stupid cows.
 

“Thank you so much for rescuing me, Mr. Wade,” she said taking the towel from him and walking him to the front door. “But really, I can’t do this now, okay?”

“But…”

“No, I really can’t. So please, tomorrow is another day and hopefully the stupid cows will stay put just for one night,” she said opening the door to the pouring rain. “Thank you so much, but good night.” She tried to push him out into the storm.

“I was just gonna mention that my horse is on the other side of your house,” Wyatt said.
 

Jess opened and then shut her mouth.
 

“Okay then,” Wyatt said and walked back through the house and out the French doors he’d come in earlier. “Charlie, good luck with her.”
 

“I’m gonna need it,” Charlie agreed waving him out.
 

Jess couldn’t stand it. Why was she always surrounded by disapproving men? Well she’d show them!

She made her way upstairs and found her bed behind the third door she opened. It had been dumped unceremoniously in the middle of the floor and was still wrapped in plastic. She had linen somewhere, but finding it now would be too much effort. So she went down the stairs and into the living room. Charlie was gone too. Good, Jess thought as she picked up a box and carried it upstairs.
 

She stripped off her wet clothes and remembered she didn’t know where her dry clothes were. Oh well. So she laid a towel from the box on the mattress, wrapped herself in another one, and lay under a bath-sheet with another towel rolled up as a makeshift pillow. Then she lay in the dark, watching the lightning play across the sky and cried herself to sleep.
 

Morning happened.
 

At first, Jess thought that something was wrong. There was so much birdsong. It was as though every bird in creation had decided, just that morning, to sit outside her window and exercise its vocal chords. This couldn’t be normal. But then she had stuck her head out of her window and the world appeared to be working just fine, only with more music in it than she had heard before.

She crept downstairs and found a suitcase with some of her clothes in it. They were office attire, all pencil skirts and tailored suits. What had she brought them for? She was a ranch owner. Her life was one of jeans and T-shirts now. Rummaging in another bag produced a creased Tee with Hello Kitty on it, a joke present from her sister, and a pair of cut-off denims that were fraying their way into non-existence. The Tee was too small, stretching over her more than ample bosom. She sighed. Well maybe she could go into town and buy something more suitable, but for now…

Dressed, she walked into her new kitchen. It was huge and sadly empty. She would have to unpack, but first things first. There was a kettle and a stove so she managed to heat some water to make tea. This cup was infinitely better than the one from last night, and Jess was beginning to feel mostly human when there was a knock on her kitchen door.
 

It was a stable door, so she unlocked and opened the top half on the second try. “Yes?”

“Mornin’,” said Wyatt. He looked as fresh as a daisy, and smelled that fresh too. It was as though he’d had a bath in dew and rubbed himself dry with fresh green grass. Jess sighed.
 

 
“Early isn’t it?” she asked walking back into the kitchen leaving him waiting outside.
 

“Not really,” Wyatt said leaning on the door. “We generally start before dawn.”
 

“Is that a fact?” Jess was standing at the stove, contemplating what she could have for breakfast in a house with no groceries.
 

“May I come in?” Wyatt asked.
 

“If you must,” Jess said.
 

“Look, Ms. Lincoln, you need our help,” Wyatt said with no preamble at all. “I thought we’d settled this last night.” He was now standing in her kitchen and there were four other men behind him.

Jess bore down on him. “Look, Mr. Wade isn’t it? I just need to find some breakfast. So unless you have some crispy bacon and eggs sunny side up under that shirt-- I don’t need your help!”

Wyatt sighed, “Actually you do. These are my friends and we’re gonna look after your cattle for you, for a really reasonable price.”
 

 
“Now hold on just one moment,” she snapped raising a finger in the air. “How do I know you know what you’re doing? What if you’re nothing but a lying shark?”
 

Wyatt smiled at her. “You know I like you. You’re spikey. And those are really good questions, but I thought after I rode in on my charger last night and saved you, you’d be…”

“I’d be…?” Jess asked folding her arms across her chest. She eyed the other men. They were watching her and Wyatt with every indication of amusement. “I’d be what?”

“More grateful for one thing,” Wyatt said. “You didn’t lose one cow last night. Not one! And you could’ve lost the whole herd.”

“Well!” Jess yelled and then stopped. She stared into another world, another time and then deflated, her anger draining away. “I’m sorry. You’re right and I’m wrong. Everyone’s just been fighting with me at every turn lately and…”

“And you thought it would be fun to fight with a total stranger?” Wyatt asked grinning. “I can see the appeal.”

“So, what is this decent price you mentioned?” she asked dreading the figure.