Texas-Sized Temptation Page 7

  Fresh flowers from the garden were on the dining room table, visible from the wide hall when they walked through the open door. Jake’s Western boots scraped the polished plank floor. Tempting smells of baking bread wafted in the air and Caitlin was pleased by the appearance of the house.

  Deep red velvet chairs circled the mahogany dining table. Cut glass and silver filled a breakfront.

  “This room was off limits to me as a very small child unless I was invited to eat in here with the family. We had holiday gatherings fairly often when I was small. There won’t be any now or anytime in the future.”

  “I remember our family get-togethers, tedious to mind my manners, yet fun in teasing Brittany and Gabe when they couldn’t get back at me.”

  “Will did that anytime he was here. The first few times I told on him, he denied everything and I got in trouble, so I just learned to endure his mischief. Only he was mean, pinching me during the family prayer when he knew I wouldn’t yell, mean tricks he could get away with.”

  “The bastard,” Jake said.

  “That’s what Will called me far too often when no one else could hear him. If he got a chance, he reminded me that I was born out of wedlock and neither of my parents wanted me enough to keep me.”

  She hoped she kept emotion out of her voice, but it was difficult even after all these years to be unemotional about Will’s accusations that actually were on target.

  “Thank heavens for my grandmother,” Caitlin added.

  “She gave you almost as much as your father could have given you. If he had taken you in, you would have had to live under the same roof as Will and you would never have known your grandmother as well as you did.”

  “I’ve thought of that many times. Were I given a choice to live my life over with Dad or again with Grandmother, I would pick my life with Grandmother. It was a happy time growing up and she was loving and wonderful to me.”

  “She didn’t have the same charitable attitude toward my father.”

  “Definitely not. She disliked him enormously because of the beating he gave my dad.”

  “Our families have a long and violent history,” Jake remarked.

  “I don’t know if either of us can ever view the other without thinking about our bloodlines,” she said.

  “I definitely can look at you and forget,” Jake said softly. “When I am near you, that old feud is the last thing I’m thinking about.”

  “I’m not pursuing what you are thinking about,” she stated with a laugh. “Let me show you more of the house.

  “Here’s the kitchen,” she said, entering a room she loved with a high ceiling and glass-fronted cabinets. Floor-to-ceiling glass gave a panoramic view of the pool and a decorator-designed deck.

  Two ceiling fans slowly revolved. A woman in a black uniform with a white apron turned to smile at them. In her hand she held a tray from the oven with tempting-looking brownies.

  “Jake, this is Altheda Perkins who has worked here since she was seventeen. Altheda, meet Jake Benton, the man who now owns the ranch.”

  “Glad to meet you Mr. Benton,” she said politely, her smile fading slightly for a brief moment and then returning. Her white hair was a mass of curls framing her face. “Would either of you care for a brownie and milk? I can bring them to the front parlor.”

  Jake declined at the same time Caitlin did. “We both just finished breakfast. Perhaps later this morning, we might enjoy a bite.”

  To Jake she said, “The cabinets in here are the originals. The glass fronts are more trouble to take care of, but Altheda is willing and I love them.”

  “Nice kitchen,” he said, looking around. The appliances were as up-to-date as his own, yet the kitchen retained the charm and appearance of another century and Caitlin loved every inch of it.

  Caitlin showed him the new part of the house only briefly, dwelling more on the original and older rooms and areas. She tried to make him see that he would be destroying a treasure if he tore it down.

  Beyond a polite interest, she couldn’t detect any other feelings about what he was seeing. She loved her grandmother’s house more than any other place and couldn’t see it as anything except a precious home that should be maintained and enjoyed.

  How steeped was Jake in the hatred that always lay smoldering between the two families?

  She led him through downstairs rooms and then they returned to join Cecilia in the parlor.

  Jake sat, talking politely to Cecilia, laughing at a story she told that had involved him in town. Occasionally as they talked, Caitlin glanced at her watch or the clock on the mantel and was gratified to see that an hour had passed and Jake not only showed no signs of leaving, but seemed to be enjoying himself talking to Cecilia.

  Altheda appeared with brownies, a pot of steaming coffee, mugs and saucers.

  Jake made a phone call and let Caitlin talk him into staying for lunch.

  It was after two in the afternoon when he said he had to get back to the ranch and Caitlin went out to his truck with him.

  He held her arm to walk around to his side. “I’d like to walk off into the woods with you or the nearest shed or anywhere we could be alone.”

  “I don’t need to ask why in the world you’d want to do that,” she replied, amused, wanting the same thing herself, which she would never admit to him. “I don’t think that’s possible. You’ll be alone with me tonight.”

  “I’ll be at a restaurant with people everywhere.”

  “I think you’ll manage. I’m glad you stayed today and visited with Cecilia.”

  “She’s sweet and reminds me of my grandmother on my mother’s side. She knows a lot about people in these parts.”

  “Cecilia used to get out a lot, go to town and she had many friends. She’s become more reclusive in the last years.”

  He ran his hand across Caitlin’s shoulder. “I’ll see you in a few hours. Thanks again for lunch.”

  “Thanks for taking me in during the storm and hearing my plea finally.”

  He nodded and climbed into his truck and drove away. She walked to the porch and stood watching the truck on the road to the highway.

  Cecilia came out to stand beside her. “Caitlin, watch out. He’ll break your heart if you’re not careful.”

  Startled, Caitlin turned. “I won’t let that happen. I barely know him.”

  “He’s a charming man. He’s also accustomed to getting what he wants. Not one word was mentioned about selling land back to you, so I assume he’s put you off with an answer.”

  “Yes, he has until this week when he can talk to his brother and some people at his office.”

  “He’s dangling you along. He wants you and this ranch. I don’t think he’s going to sell to you.”

  “Whatever happens,” Caitlin said, growing somber over hearing her own sentiments spoken aloud by Cecilia, “I promise, I’ll take care of you and Altheda. Kirby, too.”

  “We can all manage. Your grandmother left us each a trust that will take care of us financially. We’ll get along.” Cecilia’s gaze ran over the porch and tears filled her eyes. “I love this old house and I know you do, too,” she said gently. “It may just be time for all of us to let go and move on. Change is life, Caitlin. You know that. You’ve done your best to win him over, but those Bentons are a hard-hearted bunch toward the Santerres. He hates your brother. It shows in his cold blue eyes.”

  “Cecilia, Jake isn’t so awfully cold,” Caitlin said, having a strange feeling of not being truthful. She had a knot in her throat and hated to hear what she feared voiced aloud.

  “Just don’t fall in love with him, honey. You’re going out with him tonight. You be careful. That man doesn’t have your interests at heart. At least not now.”

  “It’s just dinner and I’ll be careful,” Caitlin promised, looking into Cecilia’s worried brown eyes. They both stepped closer to hug each other and Caitlin could feel Cecilia’s thin shoulders and hurt for her. “Cecilia, I’d do anything to keep him from upro
oting you and the others,” she said, fighting tears.

  “Don’t,” Cecilia said firmly, pulling away and holding Caitlin’s shoulders. “Do not do anything foolish to get your way. He’ll take advantage of you and hurt you. We’ll all be fine and stop worrying about us. You’ve talked to him about selling and you’ve done your part.”

  Caitlin nodded. “I better check my calls and emails. I haven’t since this morning.”

  “You’ll have to put it off for a few more minutes because here comes Kirby,” Cecilia said. “I’m going in. He’ll want to talk to you, not me. I’m guessing he’s in his fatherly mode. We all want to keep you from getting hurt while you’re trying to protect us.”

  Caitlin saw the foreman striding toward her, a lanky, relaxed walk that still covered ground rapidly. She had a sinking feeling he might want to air his feelings and warn her to be careful around Jake, too.

  Cecilia left and in minutes Kirby climbed the porch steps to lean against a post facing her as she sat and gently rocked.

  “I saw Benton drive away. I hear he’s taking you out tonight.”

  Caitlin couldn’t keep from smiling. “You three have a grapevine that carries news faster than text messaging.”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “Altheda told me. She had lunch for the boys and me and I was up here to get it and talked to her.”

  “And she must have just found out from Jake’s remarks. Yes, I’m going out with him and I’ll be fine.”

  “Look, you’re doing this for the three of us, primarily. Dusty and Red, too, because the outcome will impact them. Jake Benton’s a tough man. I’ve ridden against him in rodeos. I’ve seen Will come up against him and end up the worse for it. I’d say you forget trying to save this place. I don’t want to see you hurt.”

  “Kirby, you’re like an older brother to me—or a dad.”

  “I believe at my age, dad is a better comparison,” he said and she smiled fleetingly, her mind on his warning.

  “I’ll take care of myself and I don’t want any of you to worry. Jake won’t hurt me. I’m not getting that involved with him.”

  “He’s broken more than a few hearts in this county,” Kirby said.

  She gazed to the east, thinking about Jake driving home to his ranch.

  “I’ll be careful. You stop worrying. I’ve already been warned by Cecilia.”

  “You might as well give up on him selling the place. That man isn’t going to let you have it back. Trucks are pouring in here at that rig where they are drilling. I’ve watched them with binoculars from the barn loft. They’re busy as can be. I wouldn’t be surprised if they do find oil. Your dad never thought there was any here, but that time they drilled it was far over in the eastern corner, not up here near the house. They find oil, you can forget any hope of getting part of this ranch back.”

  “I know. He retains all mineral rights, so he could go right ahead.”

  “It’s not conducive to raising cattle.”

  “I couldn’t just give up without asking. Just please, don’t you worry.”

  Kirby straightened up. “All right. I’ve said my say and I’ll head back to work.” He turned and went down the porch steps.

  “Kirby—“ She waited until he turned around to meet her gaze. “Thank you. I love you for watching out for me.”

  “You take care, Caitlin. I can’t watch out enough to protect you.”

  She nodded and he walked away, heading back to the barn. Shortly he was in the truck and drove off on one of the ranch’s paths.

  With a sigh, she went inside, mulling over the warnings against Jake that reaffirmed her own reactions. Neither Kirby nor Cecilia expected Jake to sell back to her. She headed to the kitchen, knowing she might as well listen now to Altheda, hear her cautions and then she could go back to her work to check on her galleries and orders.

  When she finally stepped inside her office, she closed the door. Feeling drained, she was more worried than ever about the future of the ranch.

  Caitlin soon gave up trying to work because she couldn’t keep her mind on anything except Jake. Memories of his kisses tormented her. Questions about his decision concerning the ranch were as constant a concern. All the time she bathed and dressed, she moved as if only half conscious of her actions. Kirby’s and Cecilia’s warnings made her view the evening with more caution, big reminders to be careful.

  In spite of the warnings, her pulse speeded at the prospect. Her feelings toward Jake were mixed; fear he would destroy the place she loved, attraction, family hatreds, excitement. The dinner date would give her another chance to try to talk him into selling. What was really holding him back? Was he trying to get something from her besides a payment? Seduction? Perhaps tonight would bring answers.

  Five

  With his thoughts on Caitlin, Jake turned into his ranch road and answered a call on his cell. He talked briefly to his brother Gabe who had flown in and was waiting to see him.

  When Jake parked, Gabe came out on the porch. His dark brown hair was windblown. He was dressed casually in jeans, boots and a cotton shirt. His blue eyes held curiosity when Jake climbed the porch steps.

  “I brought the geological papers, the maps, the description of the barns and outbuildings used by Madeline Santerre. What gives that you’re having second thoughts about it?”

  “I met Caitlin Santerre and she’s asked me to sell part of the property back to her. I’m dragging my feet to see if you find oil.”

  “Why would you want to consider selling, oil or no oil? We’ve talked about the possibilities of oil on that land and we’ve already started drilling.”

  “We’d retain all mineral, wind and water rights.”

  “And she would agree to that and still want to buy back part of it?”

  “Yep. She wants it for sentimental reasons and to take care of the elderly crew who have worked there.”

  “Sentimental reasons? You believe that? A sentimental Santerre?”

  “This isn’t Will. I’ve found a Santerre who is not like Will at all. I always heard the Grandmother wasn’t like her son or grandson. Let’s go to the study where we can be comfortable.”

  “Sure,” Gabe said, holding the door and following Jake inside.

  “Actually, Will sold it without telling her. They’ve never gotten along.”

  “Caitlin Santerre is Titus Santerre’s daughter. I’ve always heard her mother was a Santerre maid.”

  “That’s right. When the maid had the baby Titus didn’t want any part of either mother or baby and paid the maid to go away. When she planned to put the baby up for adoption, the grandmother, Madeline Santerre, Titus’s mother, adopted her. Thus Caitlin became a Santerre and was raised by Grandmother Santerre. She’s told me that Will was never kind to her.”

  “That can’t surprise you.”

  “Nope. Will is mean through and through. Caitlin is not one bit like Will. She’s worrying about the people who worked for Madeline. As far as I can tell, she doesn’t have any meanness or selfishness in her.”

  “Caitlin Santerre. All I remember is a little kid,” Gabe said as they entered the study and Jake sat in a leather chair.

  “Not so little. I’m taking her to dinner tonight.”

  “Caitlin? How old is she? I think of her as twelve at the most.”

  “When you were having birthdays, Caitlin was having birthdays. She’s twenty-eight.”

  “Damn. Twenty-eight? I don’t remember seeing her around these parts since she was little.” Gabe hooked one knee over the arm of the chair and let his booted foot dangle while he studied Jake. “Why are you taking her to dinner? Why didn’t you just tell her no and be on your way?”

  “She’s beautiful. I want the evening with her.”

  Gabe’s eyebrows arched. “You’ve hated the Santerres, particularly since Brittany’s death. What’s the deal here—a little revenge by seducing a Santerre?”

  “No. Will doesn’t care a thing about her. No revenge there. I just want the evening with her.
”

  Gabe’s eyes narrowed as he stared at his brother. “That one I can’t figure. You know plenty of beautiful women. You hate the Santerres with a passion. Is there anything you’re not telling me?”

  “Not a thing. If you could see her, you’d know why I want to go out with her.”

  Gabe shook his head. “You’re not convincing me. I’ve seen you fight with Will. I’ve seen you try to beat him in sports. I’ve heard you call him names and complain about him. You don’t like any of them. There’s something else.”

  “Nope.”

  Gabe became silent and Jake waited patiently for his answers to soak in with his brother.

  “Tell her no you won’t sell and get on with your life,” Gabe said finally. “You’re not going to go out often with the woman or have a relationship with her.”

  “I’ll tell her no soon. Probably this week at the office, but tonight, I’m taking her out. If it goes well tonight, I might put her off for a week and go out with her next weekend.”

  “I can’t believe I’m hearing this,” Gabe said. “You’re sure she isn’t going to talk you into selling back to her?”

  “Fairly positive.”

  “Then why the maps and descriptions and pictures?”

  “If you must know, she’s gaining some of my sympathy. I started out avoiding a definite rejection because I wanted to go out with her. She’s gorgeous.”

  “So you said,” Gabe remarked dryly.

  “Now, I’m listening to her. If you don’t find oil, it doesn’t seem such a big deal to sell a patch of land and the old house to her if we retain rights. If you find oil, that house and everyone living in it will be in the way.”

  “The more you get to know her, the more likely you are to do what she wants.”

  “Maybe. Maybe not. I don’t intend to sell if you find oil.”

  “That’s good because that house of hers may be in the middle of a very lucrative field. I think it is. Before too many more days, we’ll know if I’m right.”