Johanna Lindsey - Angel

And Cassandra Stuart and her mother were Colt’s neighbors. Colt probably even knew them both real well. It was another reason why he was forced to look at the woman differently, now that he knew. She was a friend of a friend. Damn, he would have preferred not knowing.

Cassie was so eager to depart the gunfighter’s company, she didn’t bother to take the carriage around to the barn as she usually did when returning from town, but stopped it in front of the house. Emanuel, Maria’s son, would come and get it anyway, no matter where she left it, so she didn’t spare a thought for the tired carriage horse. She just wanted to get out of his sight the quickest way possible.

It had ended up being the longest ride of her life in one of the shortest distances. It had been bad enough that Angel’s mere presence disturbed her, but she’d also sensed him staring at her a number of times, and that had been even worse, not knowing what he was thinking, not knowing why he was staring, not knowing what a man like him might do from one minute to the next.

She knew, with what intelligence she possessed, that she was being ridiculous to let him shred her nerves to pieces. He was there to help her, not hurt her. But her emotions weren’t interested in being logical or realistic.

She jumped out of her side of the carriage the second it stopped, and was almost running around it to reach the porch. But Angel did the same, and he was there to block her from the steps.

For the second time that day, she just barely managed to keep from colliding with a man, and this time only because his voice startled her into halting. “What the hell is your hurry, lady?”

Cassie was dismayed to see that her — unwarranted — behavior had annoyed him. And she had no answer for him that wouldn’t make it worse. She stepped back hesitantly, enough that she could finally see he was holding her rifle.

As soon as her eyes dropped to it, he thrust it at her. “Forgot this, didn’t you?”

That was said in such a sneering tone, she knew that he knew she’d felt she needed it to defend herself against him. Her blush came quickly. God, had she ever made such a fool of herself before?

“I’m sorry,” she started to apologize, the least she could do after her behavior had insinuated she thought him a depraved monster — or worse.

But he interrupted, saying, “Take it. You might need it — since you got company coming.”

His pause was just long enough to make her pale, thinking she’d been right after all, only to have her cheeks flood with color again when she realized he’d done it deliberately. But there was no time for her to lose her own temper over it, which was what she was about to do. She was forced to look in the direction he nodded toward first, and that took care of her temper, for riding hell-bent for leather toward the ranch were three MacKauleys.

“Oh, no,” she groaned. “Morgan must have plowed a field racing to get home to tell his pa what I said. That’s R. J. MacKauley out in the lead with Morgan, and it looks like R. J.‘s oldest son, Frazer, is bringing up the rear. I suppose I should be glad he’s along.”

“Why?”

“He’s the mildest-tempered of all of them— which is not to say he can’t explode like the rest, just that he’s not as bad as they are. He’s the only MacKauley who gave me one furious look when it started, then ignored me after that. But then, Frazer’s got a sort of weird sense of humor that no one understands but him. In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if he finds the whole thing hilarious by now.”

“Can he calm the others?” Angel asked as he took her arm and led her up the porch steps.

“Occasionally… what are you doing?”

“Tutting you in a better position. If they dismount, they’ll have to look up to you. If they remain on their horses, at least you’ll face them eye to eye.”

Strategy — while her stomach was churning with dread. “I’d just as soon not face them at all.”

She was sure she’d only thought it, not said it, until he replied, “Then go in the house and let me deal with them.”

Cassie blanched. “No!”

Angel sighed. “Make up your mind, lady. Thought you wanted a chance to talk to the old man.”

“I do.”

But she hadn’t thought she’d get it, had just a few hours ago taken the stand that almost guaranteed she would. Only she hadn’t counted on it being this soon, hadn’t had time to think about it at all with Angel on her mind. Yet she needed time to plan confrontations like this, to think out what she needed to say so she could say it right. Without forethought, Cassie tended to mess things up — like she’d done a number of times today already.

But she had no time. The MacKauleys were almost there. And Angel stepped in front of her to face them, causing her more alarm than the MacKauleys did.

She stepped around him to plead, “Please, don’t say a word. And don’t stand there looking like you hope they’ll draw on you. I told you, the MacKauleys have touchy tempers. It doesn’t take much to set them off. And this would.”

“This” was the rifle he was still holding. Cassie took it from him and set it against the wall. By the time she turned back, dust was floating up on the porch from three horses skidding to a halt.

“Mr. MacKauley,” Cassie said respectfully as she moved to the top of the steps — putting herself in front of Angel.

R.J. was bigger than his sons; at least he was much broader of frame. Morgan had mentioned once that he was only forty-five. His red hair wasn’t touched by gray yet, nor had it started to fade. He’d had his four sons at an early age, and they ranged from twenty to twenty-three — one a year, which was what was said to have killed his wife.

R. J. barely spared Cassie a glance. Morgan and Frazer did likewise. They were all more interested in Angel right now, so Cassie jumped in with what she needed to say while she had the chance.

“I know my still being here is an irritation, Mr. MacKauley, but my papa’s been delayed getting back due to an injury. I don’t expect him for another three weeks, and the Catlins have scared off his foreman plus two other hands. We have a few men left, but none capable of taking the foreman’s job. So you can see why I can’t leave yet, at least not until my papa returns.”

Cassie drew a deep breath, amazed and pleased that she’d managed to state her major concern without being interrupted — even at the mention of the hated Catlins. But she still had her second concern to address, and the way the three men were continuing to eye Angel, she doubted she’d have much time to finish.

“You never gave me a chance to say how sorry—”

Cassie was right. R. J. interrupted her, still staring at Angel. “Who is he, girlie? And none of that crap you told my boy about him being a drifter.”

“Why don’t you ask me?” Angel said in a tone so menacing — at least to Cassie’s ears— that she panicked.

“He’s my fianc�.” She blurted out the first tiling that came to mind.

That got their attention, including Angel’s. But seeing how Morgan was looking so incredulous, then furious, she knew she’d more than blundered by coming up with that non-threatening explanation of Angel’s presence. And now she had to further the lie with a logical reason why she’d let Morgan court her if she already had a fianc�.

So she added quickly, “I thought he was dead, but he’s shown up to prove otherwise.”

R. J. didn’t buy it. “You’re lying, girl,” he said without the least doubt. “I don’t know where you found him, but he ain’t nothing to you.”

Cassie was at a complete loss then as to how to support her outlandish claim — until Frazer remarked, “Pa’s right. If you two just got reunited, you’d be crawling all over each other. Seems to me—”

Cassie didn’t wait for him to continue. She turned toward Angel, wrapped her arms around his neck in a death grip, and smashed her lips against his.

No one was as surprised by her actions as Angel was, but he didn’t ruin her attempt at “reuniting” by pushing her away. He did, however, put one arm around her waist to move her to the side, away from his gun, because he wasn’t about to leave himself defenseless no matter what point she was trying to make. So he accepted her kiss, even absently returned it, but all the while he kept his eyes on the three men watching their performance, dividing his attention between them and the woman pressed along his side.

As the seconds passed, R. J. turned red in the face, yanked his horse about, and rode off. Morgan gave Angel a killing look before he did the same. Frazer made no move to follow them. He sat there grinning, and finally his amusement became vocal in a burst of laughter.

Hearing it, Cassie let go of Angel’s neck and ended the kiss. But his arm tightened around her waist, keeping her pressed to his side. She had to put her hand on his chest to keep her balance as she turned to see who was so amused — as if she hadn’t guessed.

“Didn’t know you had it in you, Miss Cassie.” Frazer’s voice came at her with the humor still in it. “This’ll have Pa cussing and ranting for a week, which will be a pure pleasure to watch.”

Frazer’s sense of humor never ceased to amaze her, though she didn’t appreciate it at the moment. “But will he still come around at the end of the week?”

“Nah.” Frazer grinned at her. “You were supposed to be scared off and run home to your mama. Fact is, Pa was getting plumb worried with the day approaching and you still here. He’s probably relieved you’ve given him an excuse to back off—‘cept for this fellow. Just who are you, mister?”

“My name’s—”