Rough Diamonds: Wyoming Tough / Diamond in the Rough. Diana Palmer

sick bulls. Made soup for us when we had to take turns staying in the line cabins, before market prices shot up. Treated us like princes. And all the while, she was pricing the stuff in the cabinets, the paintings, the silver services, the china, the crystal that was in our family for a hundred years.”

      They looked shamefaced.

      “She came with excellent references, too,” Mal-lory continued. “Except when I finally got around to checking them out, they were bogus. She lied even when we caught her red-handed. Her lover had made her do it. She was innocent. She loved working for us. She’d do anything if we’d forgive her and let her come back. She’d testify against her lover, even.”

      “But she had a record as long as my leg,” Tank put in quietly.

      “And a real talent for lying.” Cane nodded.

      “And we almost lost the ranch because she sued us for defamation of character and sexual harassment, of which we were totally innocent.”

      “Good thing the jury believed us,” Cane replied.

      “Good thing we had the best damned attorney in Wyoming,” Mallory agreed. “We can’t afford to trust people we don’t know. Gelly is already suspicious of Morie, and she’s come to me twice with stories that Morie denies and makes light of.” He shifted. “I don’t trust her.” He didn’t add that his own great physical attraction to her was one of his biggest issues. It made him vulnerable. He couldn’t afford to trust his instincts, when they might be leading him down a dark road. “She knows how to make canapés and plan society dos, and play the piano like a professional. It doesn’t jibe with her job description.”