Chapter Four #3
The snow lay here as well, but the rise of hill wasn’t as gentle.
She saw a willow, old and gnarled, with its leaves dulled and yellow from winter.
Perhaps in the summer it would look peaceful and lovely, but for now it looked fierce.
Then she saw the house. She’d thought nothing could surprise her after the Grants’. She’d been wrong.
It had cupolas, like a castle, and the stone was dull and gray. The windows were arched, some of them with little parapets. Across from the steps and circled by the drive was an oval island that was now covered with untrammeled snow.
“Do people really live in places like this?” she said half to herself.
“Cunningham, he’d be the owner before Logan, liked to think of himself as royalty.
” Paddy sniffed, but Erin wasn’t entirely sure if the sound was directed at the present or the former owner.
“Put more money into fancying up this place than into the stables and the stock. Got a pool right inside the house.”
“You’re joking.”
“Indeed not. Right inside the house. Now you’ve only to call when you’ve finished here. I’ll come fetch you, or one of the boys will.”
“I’m obliged to you.” But her fingers seemed frozen on the handle.
“Good luck to you, lass.”
“Thanks.” Screwing up her courage, she pushed out of the Jeep. She was grateful it stayed parked where it was as she climbed the stone steps to the front door.
And what a door, she thought. As big as a barn and all carved. She ran a hand over it before she pulled back the knocker. Erin counted slowly under her breath and waited. It was opened by a dark-haired woman with big eyes and a small, erect figure. Erin swallowed and kept her chin up.
“I’m Erin McKinnon, Mr. Logan’s bookkeeper.”
The woman eyed her silently, then stepped back. Erin managed to throw a smile to Paddy over her shoulder before she stepped inside.
By the saints, she thought, tongue-tied again as she stood in the atrium.
She’d never seen anything to match it, with its high ceilings and lofty windows.
It seemed the sun shone in from all directions and slanted over the leaves of thick green plants.
A balcony ran all the way around in one huge circle, the rail gleaming and carved as the door had been.
The heels of her sensible shoes clicked on the tile floor, then stopped as she stood, uncertain what to do next.
“I’ll tell Mr. Logan you’re here.”
Erin only nodded. The accent sounded Spanish, making her feel more out of place than ever. Erin wiped her hands on her skirt and thought she knew what Alice had felt like when she’d stepped through the looking glass.
“Are you eager to work, or did you just miss me?”
She turned, knowing she’d been caught gaping. He was in jeans and boots, and the smile was the same. The confidence she’d lost when she’d stepped inside came flooding back. It was the best defense.
“Eager to work and earn a wage.”
The cold and excitement had heightened the color in her cheeks and darkened her eyes. As she stood in the center of the big open room, Burke thought she looked ready and able to take on the world.
“You could have had a day or two to settle in.”
“I could, but I didn’t want it. I’m used to earning my way.”
“Fine. You’ll certainly earn it here.” He lifted a hand and gestured her to follow.
“Morita, my last bookkeeper, managed to embezzle thirty thousand before the cage shut on him. In the process, he made a mess of the records. Your first priority is to straighten them out again. While you’re doing that, you’re to keep up the payroll and the current invoices. ”
“Of course.” Of course, a little voice inside her said mockingly.
Burke pushed a door open and led her inside. “You’ll work here. Hopefully you won’t have to ask me a bunch of annoying questions, but if something comes up, you can call Rosa on the intercom and she’ll pass it on to me. Make a list of whatever supplies you think you’ll need, and you’ll have them.”
She cleared her throat and nodded. Her office was every bit as large as O’Donnelly’s entire storeroom.
The furniture was old and glossy, the carpet like something out of a palace.
Determined not to stare again, Erin walked over to the desk.
He had been right about one thing. It was a mess.
For the first time since she’d approached the big stone house, she felt relief. Here was something familiar.
Ledgers and books and papers were piled together in one heap. There was an adding machine, but it was nothing like the clunky manual one she’d used before. Besides the clutter, there was a phone, a china holder stuffed with pencils and a basket clearly marked In and Out.
Burke moved behind the desk and began opening and closing drawers. “You’ve got stamps, stationery, extra worksheets, and checkbooks. Since Morita, nothing goes out without my signature.”
“If you’d taken that precaution before, you’d be thirty thousand dollars richer.”
“Point taken.” He didn’t add that Morita had worked for him for ten years, during lean times and better. “Set your own pace, as long as it’s not sluggish. Rosa will fix you lunch. You can take it in here or in the dining room. There may be times I’ll join you.”
“Are you here most of the day?”
“I’m around.” He settled a hip on the corner of the desk. “You didn’t sleep well.”
“No, I…” But her fingers had automatically lifted to the slight smudges under her eyes. “The time change, I guess.”
“Are you comfortable at the Grants’?”
“Aye, they’re wonderful to me. All of them.”
“They’re extraordinary people. You won’t find many like them.”
“You’re not.” She hadn’t meant to say it, but told herself it was too late to be sorry she had. “You’ve an edge to you.”
“Then be careful you don’t get too close. Edges can be sharp.”
“I’ve already seen that for myself.” She said it lightly as she reached for the first stack of papers. He closed his hand slowly and firmly around her wrist.
“Are you trying to provoke me, Irish?”
“No, but I don’t imagine it takes much.”
“You’re right there. It might be fair to tell you that I have a short fuse, and a dangerous one.”
“I’m so warned.” She looked amused, but when she tried to free her hand, his fingers only tightened.
“One more warning, then. Since you’ve moved into our little community, you’ll hear it from others soon enough. When I find a woman who attracts me, I find a way to have her. Fair means or foul, it doesn’t mean a damn to me.”
It wasn’t a warning, Erin realized. It was a threat. Beneath his fingers, her pulse was beating hard and fast, but she kept her eyes even with his. “I didn’t have to be told to know that, nor have I any intention of attracting you.”
“Too late.” He grinned but released her hand. “I find you intriguing enough to dance in the moonlight with, desirable enough to kiss in a garden shed, and passionate enough to imagine making love to.”
Her stomach knotted with fear, with longing. “Well, a woman’s head could be turned clear around with such flattery, Mr. Logan. Tell me, did you bring me to America to sleep with you or to fix your books?”
“Both,” he said simply, “but we’ll deal with business first.”
“Business is all we’ll deal with. Now I’d like to begin.”
“Fine.” But instead of leaving, he ran his hands up her arms. Erin stiffened, but didn’t back away. She wouldn’t play the fool and struggle. Though she braced herself for the hot passion she’d experienced before, he only brushed a kiss over her cheek.
He’d thought of her and little else since he’d come home again. He’d thought of how she’d felt in his arms, of how his system reacted when she smiled, of how her voice flowed, warm and sweet, so that a man didn’t care what the words were as long as she spoke again.
He knew he could have her. Her response had been too quick and too encompassing before for either of them to pretend otherwise.
He knew she wanted him, though it didn’t sit well with her.
Even now, as he kissed her lightly, avoiding her lips, her breath was beginning to tremble.
He’d never known a woman whose passion was so close to the surface.
Now that she was here, in his home, he knew he wouldn’t rest until he had all of it.
But she would come to him. His pride demanded it. So he teased her with his lips, knowing he stirred her. He teased her with his lips, knowing he was slowly killing himself.
“Fair means or foul,” he murmured, nipping gently at her earlobe. “I want you.”
Her eyes were closed. How was it possible to be swept away so quickly, to want so desperately what you knew you shouldn’t have?
She put a hand to his chest, willing it to be steady.
“And you’re used to taking what you want.
I understand that. I won’t deny you move something in me, but I’m not here for the taking, Burke. ”
“Maybe not,” he murmured. Some women were only there for the earning.
“I can be patient, Irish. When a man’s got the cards, he’s got to know when to hold and when to lay them on the table.
” Thoughtfully he ran a finger down her braid.
“We’ll play out this hand sooner or later. I’ll let you get started.”
Erin waited until he’d left before she let out a long breath. How was it he could be that arrogant and still make her want to smile? With a shake of her head, she sat behind the desk in a plush leather chair that made her sigh.
Burke was right about one thing, she mused. They would play out the hand sooner or later. The problem was Erin feared that even if she won, she’d lose.