Without thinking she lifted her hand and slapped him hard. She had to raise herself on tiptoe to do it, but she managed. The sound of her hand meeting his cheek made her gasp a bit, and him back away.
"I guess in some way I might deserve that. But you try it again and I'll bend you over my knee."
Her face was scarlet now, "Well, you should see the difference in me and your girlfriend now!"
"Yes, I do! She'd never talk like that, she's a lady."
"Would she slap your face?"
"That I don't know."
After things calmed down to a talking level again, Lance looked at her, "Look, I hired you as my cook. You got that job, if your cooking is as good as you say it is. And the rest we are adults we can be civil to each other."
"I do need the job, but the other I don't know about. I'll try for a while at least. Maybe your girlfriend will show up and settle it all for us." She told him.
An actress and a cook and married to the most gorgeous man she'd ever met, not to mention how well he could kiss.
"I guess you are right about that. Well, let's go home for now."
She nodded and he opened the door for her.
This was a big mistake and it would be over if he wasn't such an influential person in the community. She knew that. But how were they ever going to pull it off?
"Can you ride?" he asked her as they went down the hotel stairs.
"Yes, I can, thank you."
"Good. At least I won't have to teach you that."
She sent him a quick scowl. "If you want me to stay," she paused in the middle of the stairs. "You better start acting like a newlywed husband instead of grouchy bear."
"Lady, wait until you see how newlywed I am!"
"I could always leave!"
"Don't try it, I'll follow you and drag you back, and that's a promise!"
Dear God, they were off to a heck of a start.
Chapter Three
They rode for a long while, way into the country. Evidently it had just rained the day before because the mosquitoes were out. She slapped her arm and killed one. There were blue bonnets everywhere and they paused to enjoy the sight of them.
"My, they are beautiful," she murmured. "Like a carpet over the land. Do they bloom often?"
"Bluebonnets. They bloom every year about this time." He told her.
"They cover the land."
"God's gift to Texas."
She glanced at him, "You believe in God?"
"Yes, don't you?"
"Of course, I do, I'm Irish, the devil would be after me if I didn't." she smiled.
"Are you from St. Louis?"