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other day at the cemetery, Jason Rawlings!"
"You made your choice that morning, right here in this room, Ms. Cole! " Jason made stabbing motions with his finger at the spot Jessica was standing in.
"If you had loved me, that wouldn't have stopped you!" Jessica blazed.
"If you had loved me, there would have been no choice!" Jason glared.
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''I don't know how we got into this discussion in the first place," Jessica screamed. "Will you or will you not run this damn farm for me for the next six months?" Jessica's temper was boiling over now.
"I'll think about it," Jason shot back sarcastically, reaching for his hat.
"Well, by all means," Jessica responded snidely, "let me know when you reach a decision."
Giving her one last disgusted look, he slammed out of the farmhouse. When he reached his car, he shot another dirty look at the kitchen window, backed out of the drive, and with his back bumper dragging on the ground sped angrily toward his home.
Jessica had just stepped out of a hot bath an hour later when the phone rang. Wrapping the large fleecy white towel around her, she ran to answer it.
"Hello."
"I'll run your damn farm for you." Jason's tense, gruff voice said over the wire.
"Thank you," Jessica murmured politely.
"I'll be by in the morning to discuss the details. All right?"
"All right."
The loud click on the end of the line popped in Jessica's ear. Replacing the receiver gingerly, she did a happy little hop down the hall.
"I'll be here," she told Tabby exuberantly. Tabby opened one disinterested eye. It was apparent that he couldn't care less.
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Chapter Four
The loud insistent knocking on the front door brought Jessica out of a sound sleep early the next morning. Fumbling for her robe, she groped her way downstairs, her head still fuzzy from sleep.
''I'm coming. I'm coming," she mumbled sleepily, jerking the door open angrily to confront a broadly grinning Jason. Leaning wearily against the doorsill, she glared purple daggers before reprehending him. "Jason, do you realize what time it is?"
"Gettin' late," he answered cockily, his eyes surveying her scanty attire appreciatively. "Almost six o'clock!"
Jessica sagged more heavily against the door. "I didn't even hear you drive up!"
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Jason lifted one golden-brown brow ironically. ''I haven't got anything to drive up in. I rode my horse over." Jessica moaned. "Surely," Jason continued brightly, "you haven't forgotten a farmer's day begins early, Jessica."
"I've tried my best to," Jessica confessed, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, Angel," he said matter-of-factly, "you'd better start remembering. We've got a lot of things to talk over." He turned her in the direction of the kitchen, and one large hand came down to give her a swat on her delectable fanny. Jessica whirled around in surprise as he continued pushing her toward the kitchen. "Isn't this going to be fun?" he heckled, giving her a sexy wink.
Boy, he sure was in a good mood this morning, Jessica thought as she filled the coffeepot with water. Setting it back down on the counter, she stood on tiptoe to reach the can of coffee on the top shelf. Straining hard, her fingers kept sliding the can back farther on the shelf, and her housecoat climbed up her shapely legs.
Jason was sitting at the kitchen table nonchalantly smoking one of his thin little cigars, the sweet aroma pleasantly filling the old kitchen. By now Jessica's short housecoat was nearly up to her bottom. Jason sat quietly, watching her growing frustration.
Whirling around angrily, she fumed at him, "Can't you at least help?"
Jason looked at her in total innocence. "You think I'm crazy? I'd much rather sit here and watch you make that coffee than I would drink it."
"Very funny, Jason. Now would you please hand me the can of coffee?"
Jason stood up reluctantly and handed her the can of coffee. Their hands touched briefly before he let go of the can. Jessica felt the familiar surge of desire course through her veins as she quickly
"You made your choice that morning, right here in this room, Ms. Cole! " Jason made stabbing motions with his finger at the spot Jessica was standing in.
"If you had loved me, that wouldn't have stopped you!" Jessica blazed.
"If you had loved me, there would have been no choice!" Jason glared.
Page 66
''I don't know how we got into this discussion in the first place," Jessica screamed. "Will you or will you not run this damn farm for me for the next six months?" Jessica's temper was boiling over now.
"I'll think about it," Jason shot back sarcastically, reaching for his hat.
"Well, by all means," Jessica responded snidely, "let me know when you reach a decision."
Giving her one last disgusted look, he slammed out of the farmhouse. When he reached his car, he shot another dirty look at the kitchen window, backed out of the drive, and with his back bumper dragging on the ground sped angrily toward his home.
Jessica had just stepped out of a hot bath an hour later when the phone rang. Wrapping the large fleecy white towel around her, she ran to answer it.
"Hello."
"I'll run your damn farm for you." Jason's tense, gruff voice said over the wire.
"Thank you," Jessica murmured politely.
"I'll be by in the morning to discuss the details. All right?"
"All right."
The loud click on the end of the line popped in Jessica's ear. Replacing the receiver gingerly, she did a happy little hop down the hall.
"I'll be here," she told Tabby exuberantly. Tabby opened one disinterested eye. It was apparent that he couldn't care less.
Page 67
Chapter Four
The loud insistent knocking on the front door brought Jessica out of a sound sleep early the next morning. Fumbling for her robe, she groped her way downstairs, her head still fuzzy from sleep.
''I'm coming. I'm coming," she mumbled sleepily, jerking the door open angrily to confront a broadly grinning Jason. Leaning wearily against the doorsill, she glared purple daggers before reprehending him. "Jason, do you realize what time it is?"
"Gettin' late," he answered cockily, his eyes surveying her scanty attire appreciatively. "Almost six o'clock!"
Jessica sagged more heavily against the door. "I didn't even hear you drive up!"
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Jason lifted one golden-brown brow ironically. ''I haven't got anything to drive up in. I rode my horse over." Jessica moaned. "Surely," Jason continued brightly, "you haven't forgotten a farmer's day begins early, Jessica."
"I've tried my best to," Jessica confessed, smiling sheepishly.
"Well, Angel," he said matter-of-factly, "you'd better start remembering. We've got a lot of things to talk over." He turned her in the direction of the kitchen, and one large hand came down to give her a swat on her delectable fanny. Jessica whirled around in surprise as he continued pushing her toward the kitchen. "Isn't this going to be fun?" he heckled, giving her a sexy wink.
Boy, he sure was in a good mood this morning, Jessica thought as she filled the coffeepot with water. Setting it back down on the counter, she stood on tiptoe to reach the can of coffee on the top shelf. Straining hard, her fingers kept sliding the can back farther on the shelf, and her housecoat climbed up her shapely legs.
Jason was sitting at the kitchen table nonchalantly smoking one of his thin little cigars, the sweet aroma pleasantly filling the old kitchen. By now Jessica's short housecoat was nearly up to her bottom. Jason sat quietly, watching her growing frustration.
Whirling around angrily, she fumed at him, "Can't you at least help?"
Jason looked at her in total innocence. "You think I'm crazy? I'd much rather sit here and watch you make that coffee than I would drink it."
"Very funny, Jason. Now would you please hand me the can of coffee?"
Jason stood up reluctantly and handed her the can of coffee. Their hands touched briefly before he let go of the can. Jessica felt the familiar surge of desire course through her veins as she quickly
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