His Country Cinderella. Karen Rose Smith. Читать онлайн. Newlib. NEWLIB.NET

Автор: Karen Rose Smith
Издательство: HarperCollins
Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish
Жанр произведения: Контркультура
Год издания: 0
isbn: 9781472004673
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Ribs with the other waitresses, she could make herself believe the uniform wasn’t so bad. But outside of the restaurant, she found it hard to defend. What happened when values and the need for money smashed into each other?

      She had to pay the bills. A few business classes taken at night didn’t qualify her for a CEO position. Right out of high school she’d worked as a secretary for a textile company in Thunder Canyon. But it had closed its doors a few years later. After that, she’d worked for an insurance company in Bozeman as a receptionist. That’s where she’d met Ed. But early in her pregnancy she’d had to quit that job because of severe morning sickness and then a near miscarriage. After Ed died, Edna and Mel had insisted she come live with them to make sure she could carry the baby to term. Once Jonah had been born, they hadn’t wanted her to leave.

      “Did you have something to eat?” Edna was a little plump, with silver wire-rimmed glasses and salt-and-pepper hair that curled around her face. She’d had a difficult time conceiving children. She’d had a couple of miscarriages and that’s why she’d understood the care Jeannette had needed so well.

      Jeannette smiled at this woman who had become a surrogate mother to her. “I’ll get something when I get home. I used my break times to make calls.”

      “Calls?” Mel asked, turning away from the TV again.

      Jeannette absolutely shouldn’t have said anything. But now it was too late. She wasn’t going to lie and they’d eventually find out from her work schedule that she didn’t have her cleaning job anymore. She would not let Zane pay her way. “I was let go from Mops and Brooms. They claim they just don’t have the business they once had. So I’m trying to find something else that will fit in with waitressing.”

      Mel and Edna exchanged a look and Edna became the couple’s spokesperson. “If you need to move back here, you know you’re welcome. Your main job should be raising Jonah, not scrambling from here to there to try to put pennies together.”

      Jeannette wished that was so, she really did. But reality was reality. “I appreciate your offer and everything you’ve done. I hope you know that. But Jonah and I will be okay. I have insurance for him at the restaurant and I’m sure I’ll be able to pick up something else part-time. The next time I have a break, I’ll go to the library and put together my résumé on the computer there.” That’s what she should have been doing this afternoon, instead of researching Zane Gunther.

      After another disapproving look that told Jeannette Edna and Mel wanted her and Jonah back here under their watchful eye, Edna said, “I made chicken salad. You can take that along. I know you. You’ll just eat a salad and yogurt at home.”

      Jeannette didn’t know what was wrong with a salad and yogurt, but she held her tongue as Jonah put his blocks away and then slipped into his jacket.

      Back at her apartment a short time later, Jeannette made herself a sandwich while Jonah got ready for bed. She’d just taken it to the living room with a glass of milk when he came running in, brown hair standing up all over, pajama top crooked. “Is this late night?”

      When Jonah didn’t have to go to school the next day, she let him stay up a little longer. It gave them much-needed time together. “This is late night. What do you want to do?”

      “Puzzles,” he said without hesitation.

      “Okay. Pick out two favorites and dump them on the coffee table.”

      Jeannette took a few bites of her sandwich and a sip of milk, planning to finish it while she played with Jonah. But there was a knock at the door and she stopped midbite. She and Jonah didn’t get many visitors. They weren’t here that much. She was on a waving basis with two of her neighbors. Maybe one of them needed something.

      Going to the door, she looked through the peephole and froze. It was Zane Gunther!

      So many thoughts ran through her head. Why was he here? Was he here because he wanted to see her again? Or was he here to sum things up before he left her life completely?

      She looked down at her uniform and wished she could go change, even if it was to put a robe on top of it. But she didn’t have time for that. Not if she didn’t want him to leave.

      When she opened the door, his eyes lingered on her face. Their gazes held for what seemed like a very long time. When he glanced at her snug but short T-shirt and the rest of her, she saw his mouth tighten and his jaw set.

      Maybe he disapproved as much as Edna. Or maybe—

      His eyes darkened under the glare of the outside apartment light. She’d seen that same change in him last night right before he’d kissed her.

      She stepped aside and opened the door wider. “This is a surprise.” Knowing who he was made her nervous, when she hadn’t been jittery around him before.

      After he closed the door behind him, he took off his Stetson and held it in his hands. “I didn’t know if you’d let me in now that you know who I am.”

      He was dressed in a black T-shirt, black jeans and black boots that weren’t as worn as his brown ones. The air of masculinity emanating from him was as powerful now as it had been the first day she’d met him. Her fingers itched to touch his biceps, let alone the beard stubble on his face. No wonder women mobbed him in droves!

      “I don’t know you,” she admitted. “Not really.”

      Tension pulled between them and vibrated. “I wanted to be an ordinary guy for a little while. I still do.”

      “But you’re not an ordinary guy.”

      Jonah rushed into the kitchen then. “Zane! You can help with puzzles!”

      Zane tore his eyes from hers and ruffled the boy’s already-disheveled hair. “Life’s one big puzzle, partner. But I guess I can try and help you figure one out, if your mom thinks that’s okay.”

      He leveled a look at her that seemed to say, This is your call.

      Common sense battled with the attraction she felt for him. She’d never let hormones sway her before. On the other hand, what could it hurt to find out more about him? About the man behind the guitar.

      A wise voice inside her head whispered back, It could hurt your heart a lot.

      She silenced that voice. “I’ll make a pot of coffee. Why don’t you two get started?”

       Chapter Three

      Jeannette watched Zane carefully as he picked up a puzzle piece and showed Jonah how to look for straight and crooked edges. He looked relaxed now, leaning over the coffee table with her son. She couldn’t keep her gaze from skimming down his torso, over his slim hips and his long jean-clad legs.

      Easily, she remembered everything she’d read about Zane for the last decade of his career—number one singles, Grammys, CMA awards for Best Male Vocalist, sellout concerts, a multimillion-dollar tour cut short. Curiously, she’d examined photos of him with glamorous women, climbing in and out of limos, even a helicopter flight to one of the concerts. She’d never even seen a helicopter live, let alone been in one. The same with a limo.

      So why was he here in her living room, spending time with her and her son? And what was the truth about what had happened at the concert and how he’d reacted afterward? She had so many questions and she didn’t know if she’d ever have the answers.

      When Zane glanced her way, her outfit almost made her cringe. “I’m going to change out of my work clothes. I’ll be right back.”

      Quickly, she mentally flashed through her wardrobe which wasn’t that extensive, and in a few minutes came up with a pink scoop-necked sweater and jeans. After she slipped on an old pair of espadrilles, she took the band from her hair and brushed it. With a touch of lip gloss, she knew she was about as ready as she’d ever be—to face Zane, his private and public persona and anything he wanted