“No.But I can’t do everything I have in mind.Tomorrow, we’ll pick up what we need to expand our horizons, and we can take it from there.”
A delicious tightening in her groin was followed by a realization that it might not be so easy to buy the supplies he was referring to.“We can’t get them in La Osa,” she said.
“Tucson, then.Because tomorrow night, I intend?—”
“I’m sure you do,” she said, laying a finger over his lips.“I’ll buy some in Tucson.I’ll find some excuse to make the trip.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“We’ll see.If not, what size shall I buy?”
“You don’t know?”he said, laughing.“Why,muy grande, of course.”
She reached between them and found him hardening again.“Unless they have a larger size than that,” she said with a low, sensuous chuckle.
The night passed as one of sweet challenge for Ry.All his instincts screamed at him to possess this woman in the most basic way, yet he managed to forestall his instincts, promising them full rein in less than twenty-four hours.
It was backward from the way he’d always started a sexual relationship.The experimental part usually took place after the first wild coupling that joined two bodies.But he hadn’t expected Freddy to show up in his room practically asking for a night of love, and there weren’t drugstores on every corner out here in the desert.
Not that he was complaining.In fact, the lack of condoms gave him a wonderful excuse to learn every inch of her fantastic body, and she seemed inspired to do the same with him.He’d discovered he could bring her to completion simply by suckling her breasts.And as for him...she’d found some very creative ways of manipulating his lower anatomy to hurl him over the brink.They’d immersed themselves in the clawfoot bathtub where he’d had some interesting results with the running water, once he’d talked her into getting into a most provocative position.And he’d found out the potency that a few inches of lukewarm bathwater could add sloshing against him while she...He repressed the memory, which was having a predictable effect on him.
She’d just fallen asleep, and although it was nearly dawn, she might be able to catch an hour or so of rest.After all, he didn’t want her to be too exhausted to enjoy tonight.Everything they’d done had been fun, but he still wanted...just wanted.He closed his eyes.He should sleep some, too.He wasn’t an eighteen-year-old anymore, although last night he’d sure as hell felt like one.He touched her hand and her fingers curled around his in her sleep.With a smile of sweet exhaustion, he drifted off.
The phone woke him to broad daylight and no Freddy.Dammit, he hadn’t wanted her to sneak off like that, as if they’d been doing something shameful.And here he slept like a typical greenhorn long after the ranch day had officially begun.
He picked up the receiver impatiently and came close to snarling his greeting, until he realized it could be Freddy.“Yes?”he said.
“Mr.McGuinnes, this is Jose Ballesteros at Frontier Savings and Loan.There’s a potentially disturbing development that may affect your financing on the True Love Guest Ranch.I started to discuss it with Miss Singleton earlier today, but she had to take care of another matter and will call me back.So I decided to call you.”
Ry tensed.“What is it?”
“We have reason to believe there may be some petroleum drums buried on the property.E.P.A.standards being what they are these days, we’ll have to locate those drums and ascertain the environmental risk before the sale can go through.”
“Reason to believe?”Ry’s eyes narrowed.“Who has reason to believe, and why?”
“Apparently, the environmental engineer who inspected the property yesterday talked to a neighbor, a Mr.Ebenezer Whitlock?”
Ry swore under his breath.
“Mr.Whitlock seems to remember that Mr.Singleton buried the tanks he used back in the days when he was fueling up his own vehicles, before the gas station was put in at La Osa.”
“Are you aware that Whitlock had bid on the property, at a much lower figure than mine?”
“Well, yes, we are, but that doesn’t change the situation.We need to talk to Miss Singleton to see if she can shed any light on the possibility of buried drums.But I wanted you to be aware, since you’re staying at the ranch and she might bring it up.”
“Don’t have anybody call her.I’ll handle it.We’ll be in today with the information.How’s that?”
“That...that would be fine, as long as you’re sure that you and she won’t get into any difficulties over?—”
“Not at all.Thanks for the call, Mr.Ballesteros.”
Ry showered, shaved and dressed with the speed inbred from years of working at a New York pace.He was standing in Freddy’s office in less than twenty minutes, but the desk was occupied by Leigh, who was on the telephone.
“No, we’re not blaming, you, Mr.Gonzales,” she said.“But it was the alfalfa we picked up last week, so you might want to check with some of your other customers.”She glanced at Ry and held up one finger to indicate she’d soon be finished.“Yes, I think the horse will be fine.Freddy knows what she’s doing.I’ll keep you posted.Goodbye.”
She replaced the receiver and gazed at him with speculation in her golden brown eyes.“Looking for Freddy?”
“Yes.”He didn’t evade her scrutiny.“Where is she?”
