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Emmett (en español)
     

Emmett (en español)

by Diana Palmer
 

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Eran duros y fuertes... y los hombres más guapos y dulces de Texas. Diana Palmer nos presenta a estos cowboys de leyenda que cautivarán tu corazón.

Emmett Deverell detestaba a Melody Cartman porque había ayudado a su ex esposa a fugarse con su amante. Sin embargo, tras sufrir un accidente en un rodeo, no tuvo más remedio que

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Eran duros y fuertes... y los hombres más guapos y dulces de Texas. Diana Palmer nos presenta a estos cowboys de leyenda que cautivarán tu corazón.

Emmett Deverell detestaba a Melody Cartman porque había ayudado a su ex esposa a fugarse con su amante. Sin embargo, tras sufrir un accidente en un rodeo, no tuvo más remedio que recurrir a ella para que cuidara de sus tres hijos. A Melody tampoco le entusiasmaba la idea: los niños eran de la piel del diablo, y el mayor, Guy, la odiba porque la culpaba del abandono de su madre. Para completar el cuadro, las cosas se complicaron aún más cuando Emmett salió del hospital y empezó a sentirse atraído por ella...

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9788468708355
Publisher:
Harlequin, una división de HarperCollins Ibérica
Publication date:
09/13/2012
Series:
Julia , #1451
Sold by:
Harlequin Digital Sales Corporation
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
352,452
File size:
387 KB

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The office was in chaos. Melody Cartman eyed the windowledge with keen speculation and wondered if standing out there might get her a few minutes' reprieve. She glanced toward her newly married third cousin, Logan Deverell, and his beaming wife, Kit, and decided that she couldn't spoil their honeymoon.

"You'll cope," Kit promised in a whisper. "Just tell everyone he'll be back in touch with them next week and that Tom Walker is handling all his accounts until he returns."

"Has he told Mr. Walker that?" Melody asked, acutely aware of Mr. Walker's temper. Tom had started out in New York City, but circumstances had brought him to Houston. Texas, he'd once said, reminded him a little of his native South Dakota. Melody had often wondered if he'd been brought up by a mountain lion there, because on occasion he could give a pretty good imitation of one.

"Honest." Kit put her hand over her heart. "I swear Logan spoke to him first this time. I heard him with my own ears."

"That's all right then. Honestly he seemed like such a nice man when I first met him. But I took him that client of Mr. Deverell's and found him involved in giving another client the bum's rush out the door. Our client and the other client both ran for it, and I was left to face the music. He never used a bad word or the same word twice, but I was three inches shorter when I escaped from his office."

"Logan is your third cousin. Can't you call him Logan?"

Melody glanced toward the big, dark man on the telephone in his office. "Not without a head start," she said finally.

"Anyway, he didn't volunteer Tom without mentioning it to him this time, so you won't get your ears burned. Think you can handle everything for a week?"

"If I can't cope by now, I'll never be able to," Melody said, and her brave smile made her look almost pretty. She was a tall woman, very country-looking in some ways, with freckles and a softly rounded face that was framed by long, blond-streaked light brown hair. Her eyes were brown, with tiny flecks of gold in them. If she took the time, she could look very attractive, Kit thought. But Melody wore jumpers with long-sleeved blouses, or tailored suits, and always in colors that were much better suited to the coloring of someone with dark hair and an equally dark complexion.

"You'd like Tom if you got to know him," Kit told her. "He knocked that man out the door for some pretty blatant sexual harassment of his secretary. He's only bad tempered when he needs to be, and he's all alone except for a married sister back home and a nephew. He doesn't even go out with women."

"I can see why…!"

"Not nice," Kit chided. "He's a good-looking, intelligent man, and he's rich."

"I can think of at least one ax murderer with the same description. I read about him in there." She gestured toward one of the supermarket tabloids.

Kit's eyes fell to the tabloid on Melody's desk, its cover carrying color photos of a particularly gruesome murder. "Do you actually read this stuff?" Kit asked with a grimace. "These photos are terrible!"

"I thought you were a detective," Melody said. "Aren't detectives supposed to be used to stuff like that?"

Kit smiled sheepishly. "Well, I don't detect those sort of cases."

"I don't blame you. Actually I didn't buy it for the grisly pictures. I bought it for this nifty reducing diet. Doesn't it look interesting? You don't give up any foods, you simply cut down and cut out sweets."

"You aren't fat, Melody," the other woman pointed out.

"No, I'm just big. I do wish I were slender and willowy," she said wistfully.

"There isn't a thing wrong with the way you are."

"That's what you think! Actually I—"

A sudden commotion in the hall cut her off. She and Kit turned just as Emmett Deverell and his three children walked in. The kids were wearing costumes left over from their Thanksgiving Day play last month—Indian costumes.

Guy, the eldest, stood beside his father and glared at Melody. But Amy and Polk, the younger kids, made a beeline for their favorite person in the office.

"Hi, Kit!" they said in unison. "Hello, Melody. Can we sit and watch TV with you for a while?"

"Please?" Amy ventured, looking up at Melody with eyes that were the same shade of green as her father's. "We'll be ever so good. Emmett has to get our airplane tickets and Polk and I don't want to go to the airport. We got to be in the parade in the rodeo!"

"You all look very nice," Melody told them.

Guy ignored her.

Polk had already turned on the TV and was staring at the screen. "Aw, gee, Big Bird isn't on right now, Amy," he said miserably.

Melody glanced at the kids, noticing again how much they all favored their father. Guy came closest. He was tall, too, with a lean face and dark hair. Amy looked a lot like her mother, Adell, except for those green eyes. All the kids had them.

The last time Emmett had been in the office, he'd savaged Melody. The San Antonio rancher hated her and made no secret of the fact. He didn't approve of her working for Logan, who was a relative of his as well, but by blood, not marriage, as Melody was. Melody had had several days to remember and burn over his attitude. She was through being intimidated by him. He might be almost a generation older than she was, but he wasn't going to walk on her feelings anymore.

"Amy and Polk want to stay with you while I go to the airport," Emmett said icily. He didn't mention leaving Guy, because Guy disliked Melody as much as Emmett did.

Melody cocked an eyebrow, and tried to stay calm. She was melting with fear inside, but she wasn't going to let him know it. "Am I being asked?" she replied formally.

Emmett's pale green eyes glittered at her. "Yes, if you want the whole ten yards."

"In that case, Amy and Polk are welcome to watch TV while you're gone," she said, triumphant with her small victory.

Emmett didn't like the challenge in her dark eyes, or that tiny smirk. If those kids hadn't been giving him hell all morning, he wouldn't even be here. He was surly with bad temper.

"You won't help them run away or anything?" he asked, with a sarcastic, pointed reference to her part in his ex-wife Adell's sudden departure with Melody's brother, Randy.

He wasn't going to do that to her, she promised herself. She wasn't going to let him play on her conscience. Her eyes settled on the tabloid and it triggered a memory; something Kit had elaborated on since her return from Emmett's house in San Antonio. She smiled sweetly and picked up the tabloid. "Have you seen the latest on that ax murder, Mr. Deverell?" she asked, and stuck the gory front page under his arrogant nose.

He turned green instantly. "Damn you…!" He choked before his mad dash to the restroom.

Melody and Polk and Amy and Kit chuckled helplessly. Guy glared at them and walked out to find his father.

"He has a stomach of glass," Melody pronounced, recalling Kit's revelations about how easily Emmett could be made ill with even talk of gory things. Amazing, for a rancher who was also something of a rodeo star. It was one of many paradoxes about Emmett that would have fascinated a less prejudiced woman. She took the paper and stuck it into her purse. She could use it as a talisman against future attack by Emmett. "Make yourselves comfortable, kids," she told Amy and Polk.

"That was a dirty trick." Kit laughed.

"He deserved it. Nasty, arrogant beast," she muttered, glaring at the door into the hall as if he were hiding there waiting to pounce. "If he can't take it, he shouldn't dish it out."

Kit was trying not to laugh too hard. Logan joined them, affectionately slipping an arm around his wife. "If we can't dish what out?"

"Melody made Emmett sick," Amy volunteered. "Look what's on educational television, Melody! It's Reading Rainbow!"

"Good, good," Melody said absently.

"How did you make Emmett sick?" Logan asked curiously.

"Never mind. We women have to have our secret weapons, especially when it comes to people like your cousin Emmett," Kit told him. "Melody, I've given you a number where we can be reached if you need to contact us."

"I'll only use it if there's an emergency," Melody promised.

Kit smiled at her. "I know that."

"And don't let Tom give you fits," Logan told her. "He's not a bad man. It was my fault. I should have told him he was being volunteered to handle my clients that afternoon, but I was in a rush to get married."

"I remember." Melody chuckled. "It's okay. I'll manage."

"If you can't, you might turn those kids loose on him," Logan suggested.

"Don't give her any ideas. We have to leave, right now," Kit said mirthfully, tugging at her husband's arm. "Take care, Melody."

"Yes, and don't let my cousin walk on you," Logan added. "You're my secretary, not his paid babysitter. Keep that in mind."

"I will."

"So long."

They walked out the door just as a pale, subdued Emmett was coming back in with Guy at his heels.

"That wasn't fair," Guy said angrily, glaring at Melody.

"You kids did it to him," she pointed out. "Kit told me all about it."

"We're family. You're not!"

"Yes, she is," Amy argued. "She's our aunt. Isn't that right, Emmett?"

He looked even worse. "I'll be back for Amy and Polk about three o'clock," he said without answering the question.

"But isn't she our aunt?" Amy persisted.

"She's our stepaunt," Polk told her.

"Oh." She was satisfied and went back to watching TV. "Do take care of Emmett, Guy, and don't let him get run over by any buses."

"I don't need taking care of," Emmett muttered. "But she might," he added with a glare at Melody.

"Watch it," Logan advised sotto voce. "She slipped that tabloid into her purse."

"Turncoat!" Kit gasped, hitting her husband's shoulder.

"We men have to stick together," Logan told her, chuckling. "In today's world, there's nothing more endangered than a male. Any day now, the women's lib movement will start passing out hit lists and organizing death squads to wipe out men."

"Wouldn't surprise me." Emmett sighed. "The way it looks, we're evolving into an Amazon society where men will be used to procreate the species and then efficiently be put to death."

Melody eyed Emmett. "What an interesting idea."

"Shame on you!" Kit chuckled. "Honestly, the radicals just get all the publicity. Most women's libbers just want a fair shake—equal pay and equal rights. What's so terrible about that?"

"And there are men who are just as prejudiced against women." Logan drew Kit close. "Haven't you ever heard of the battle of the sexes? It's been around since time began. It's just getting better press."

"I suppose so." Melody sighed. "Maybe men aren't endangered after all."

"Thank you," Emmett said tersely. "I'm glad to know that I won't have to stand guard at my front door to ward off women death squads."

"Oh, I wouldn't go that far," Melody advised.

"Wouldn't you?" Emmett muttered. "And I thought you were a little shrinking violet."

"More like a Venus flytrap, actually," she replied brightly. "I thought you were going to the airport to get tickets home?"

"Notice how much enthusiasm she put into that question?" Logan asked with pure relish. "And you said women wouldn't leave you alone. This must be refreshing for you."

Emmett didn't look refreshed. He looked as if he might explode momentarily. "Let's go, Guy. Have a nice honeymoon, you two," he added to Logan and Kit. "I don't think much of marriage, but good luck anyway."

"Our mama ran off and left him," Amy volunteered. "Emmett doesn't want to marry anybody."

"But he must," Polk said with a serious frown. "Isn't he always bringing those real glittery, pretty ladies home?"

"Don't be silly," Guy said urbanely. "Those are good-time girls. You don't marry them."

"What's a good-time girl?" Amy asked.

"Just the same as a good-time boy, only shorter," Melody said with icy delight, and she smiled at Emmett.

He went two shades darker.

"Time to go," Kit said quickly. "Emmett, can we give you a lift? We're going straight to the airport."

"Yes," Logan said, taking his tall cousin's muscular arm in a big hand. "Come along, Guy. See you in a week, Melody. If you have any problems, call me. And if you could check on Tansy in the hospital, I'd appreciate it. Chris is watching out for her, but you can't have too many observers where my mother is concerned."

"Certainly I will," Melody agreed. "I don't have much to do in the evenings, anyway."

"I didn't think there would be a man that brave," Emmett agreed.

Melody reached for her purse. Emmett spared her a glance that promised retribution before he made a quick exit with the others.

The chaos began to calm with Logan's exit. The telephones rang for an hour or two. After that, there were only a few calls and two clients who came in person to ask about their investments. Melody had the figures. It was only a matter of pulling them up—her boss had given her permission before he left—and showing them to the visitors.

The kids were amazingly good. They watched educational programming without a peep, except to ask for change for the soft drink machine. Melody gave it to them and then listened worriedly for sounds of the machine being mugged. Fortunately there was no such noise, and she settled down to the first peace she'd had all day.

She managed to clear her desk of work before Emmett showed up, late, to pick up the kids.

"Aw, do we have to go?" Polk groaned. "Mr. Rogers is coming on!"

"Yes, we have to go. We're leaving for home in the morning, thank God. Only one more event to go tonight—bareback bronc riding."

"Isn't that one of the most dangerous events?" Melody asked.

His eyebrows arched under the wide-brimmed Stetson he hadn't bothered to remove from his dark hair. "Any rodeo event is dangerous if a contestant is stupid or careless. I'm neither."

She knew that already. He was something of a legend in rodeo. He wouldn't be aware that she'd followed his career. She was a rodeo fan, but Emmett's attitude toward her had kept her silent about her interest in the sport.

"Thank you for letting us stay with you, Melody," Amy said, smiling up at her.

Melody smiled back. She liked the little girl very much. She was open and warm and loving, despite her mischievous nature.

Emmett saw that smile and felt it all the way to his toes. He couldn't have imagined even a minute before that a smile could change a plain face and make it radiate beauty.

Meet the Author


Diana Palmer is renowned as one of North America’s top ten romance writers. When she published her first novel in 1979, fans immediately fell in love with her sensual, charming romances. A die-hard romantic who married her husband five days after they met, Diana says that she wrote her first book at age thirteen—and has been hooked ever since. Diana’s hobbies include gardening, knitting, quilting, anthropology, astronomy and music.

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