The Cattle King's Mistress. Emma Darcy

for the Kings for years, mustering cattle, even before the resort was built.”

      Which explained the familiarity between Sam and Tommy, the teasing and her disrespectful responses yesterday. “Then you must know Nathan well, too.” The words slipped out before Miranda could bite on her tongue. She didn’t want to reveal any curiosity about him. She didn’t even want to think about him.

      “I know all of them well,” Sam replied with feeling, sounding exasperated by them or their family attitudes.

      She set off down the hall again and Miranda kept pace with her, grateful the subject was apparently dropped.

      “Come to think of it,” Sam muttered. “It’s not like Tommy to give up.” She frowned at Miranda. “Didn’t he even line up one trip with you?”

      Miranda stifled a sigh. No point in hiding what would soon be common knowledge. “Nathan is flying me to the Bungle Bungle Range tomorrow,” she stated flatly.

      “Nathan?” Another dead halt as Sam stared wide-eyed at her. “Nathan’s taking you?”

      “He’s going anyway,” Miranda explained, trying to keep a terse note out of her voice. “He plans to take some old diaries about the Aboriginal tribes to the park ranger there.”

      Sam’s mouth twitched. Her eyes danced with inner hilarity. “Nothing to do with you, of course.”

      “Just a ready opportunity,” Miranda said dismissively.

      Sam laughed out loud. “Oh, I wish I could have seen Tommy’s face when Nathan beat him to the draw.”

      She chuckled on and off, little bursts of private amusement, all the way to the main administration office. Miranda hid her vexation behind silence, disdaining any comment, yet the memory of Tommy’s face at the dinner table last night kept playing through her mind.

      She hoped the two King brothers were not going to make her the meat in their sandwich. Would they respect her choice not to get personally involved with either of them? It could become very unpleasant if they didn’t.

      Miranda’s stomach was churning by the time she and Sam finally settled in the office, both of them in chairs, facing the computer on her desk. She needed to get her thoughts focused on business again. Tomorrow morning she would face what she had to with Nathan King. Until then…

      “He’s free,” Sam said with a sidelong look at her.

      “I beg your pardon?” Miranda answered distractedly, watching the monitor screen as the computer went through its start procedure.

      “Nathan…he’s unattached right now. The woman he was seeing got married. He hasn’t started up with anyone else yet.”

      “Well, I guess he’s feeling rejected,” Miranda commented, hoping she sounded careless, though she was amazed that Nathan King had been turned down for some other man.

      “Oh, she didn’t reject him. It wasn’t that kind of relationship. Just casual lovers, really, though it did go on for a few years.”

      Miranda gritted her teeth as anger blazed through her. Casual lovers! More like a convenient mistress who finally wised up and got herself a man who really loved her. If Nathan King was harbouring the idea that she could now fall into that convenient slot, he could think again. One way or another she would make her position very clear to him tomorrow.

      “Shall we get down to business?” she said coldly, drawing a startled glance from Sam.

      “Sure! Just thought you might like to know about Nathan.”

      “I know all I need to know, Sam. He’s a member of the King family. Okay?”

      Wide blue eyes met green ice and curiosity was instantly quenched. “Fine!” Sam’s gaze snapped to the monitor screen. “The bookings are listed in time sequence and…”

      Finally…business!

      Miranda savagely recalled Tommy King saying Nathan was a brick wall. She vowed that the cattle King would meet a steel wall tomorrow, with barbed wire on top to deter any attempt at scaling it.