Hot off the press! Word around town is Ethan Traub of the Texas Traubsis bringing the family oil business to Thunder Canyon, along with his sassy personal assistant, Lizzie Landry. Settling down isn't part of this wealthy bachelor's game plan. So why are we hearing rumors that he's starting to see Lizzie as something more than his devoted employee?
Lizzie may be secretly in love with her heart-meltingly handsome boss, but she knows better than anyone that he's not the marrying kind. Besides, she's got her own dreamsto hightail it back to Texas to open her own bakery. But my sources tell me the oil baron won't let her go so easily. Stay tuned, faithful readers, to find out if this is one deal Ethan will seal with a kiss!
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Lizzie, don't do this to me. You know I can't live without you."
Instantly, Lizzie Landry felt her determination weakening. How does he do that? she wondered. At the same time, she found herself thinking that he really would be lost without her, and she did worry that he
She caught herself.
Oh, come on. What was her problem here? After five years with Ethan Traub, she ought to be immune to his considerable charm and shameless flattery. And she was. Pretty much. It was only that she did hate to leave him when he needed her. Which was constantly.
But no. She had to be strong. The break had to be made.
She put on her sternest, most unwavering expression. "Ethan, you've been putting me off for months, and it's not going to work this time. We have to talk about this."
The melting look in those dark velvet eyes of his faded
as he scowled. She watched as his perfect, manly lips assumed a downward curve. "There's nothing to talk about," he grumbled. "You're coming to Montana with me. Eventually, if you're still unhappy with"
Lizzie put up a hand. "I'm not unhappy, Ethan. It's been wonderful working for you. If I still had to work for someone, I would want it to be you."
"Great, then. We have no problem. You can keep working for me."
"No, I'm not going to do that. I want to be my own boss. That was always my goala goal it's time I reached. And you know that I'm ready to move on because I have told you so. Over and over and over again. Two weeks' notice. I think that's fair."
"Two weeks!" he blustered, rising from behind his desk. Bracing his knuckles on the desk pad, he loomed toward her, six-foot-four of killer-handsome, seriously imposing Texas male. "It's impossible. It's not going to happen. You'll need more than two weeks to find your replace-mentnot that you're going to be finding one right now. We're leaving on Thursday."
"Ethan, I told you. I'm not going to"
"Oh, yeah." He cut her off before she could finish her sentence. "You are. For so many reasons."
Lizzie tried not to groan. "Please don't start on the reasons. I've heard them all."
"And now you're going to hear them again."
"Do I have a choice?"
"None." And he proceeded to tell her everything she already knew. How he couldn't get along without her, how it just wasn't reasonable for her to be talking about cutting out on him now. "You know I need time, Lizzie. It's not going to be easy finding another assistant as good as you are. Someone flexible as to living arrangements.
Someone smart. Someone calm and capable. But also fun to be around. Someone who can manage the office, the houseand have my back on the personal front."
There was more in the same vein. Okay, yes. She'd been flattered the first time she heard it. But after months of trying to tell him she was ready to move on, listening to how she couldn't go was getting old.
She waited for him to wind down before reminding him, yet again, "Montana doesn't work for me. I'm a Texan, born and bred right here in Midland. And I'm staying here in Midland and opening my bakery as planned. You need to get used to that idea because you are not changing my mind. Not this time."
"Traub Oil needs you."
"Traub Oil managed fine without me for over thirty years."
"All right, then." He straightened to his full height. "I need you." He towered over her now because she remained in the chair on the far side of his desk. She considered rising to face him. Upright, after all, she was only a few inches shorter than he was and could almost stand head-to-head with him.
But no. She stayed in her seat. And concentrated on projecting calm determination. "You don't need me, Ethan. Not really. You're going to be fine."
He shook his head. "Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie " And then, with a heavy sigh, he folded his long, hard frame back into his fat leather swivel chair. "How about a bonus? A severance bonus. Stick with me a little longer, you walk away with more cash."
Do not ask, her sternest inner voice instructed. But money was money. She'd been flat-broke once. She never, ever wanted to go there again. "How big of a bonus?"
He named an eye-widening figure.
She let out a strangled laugh. "You're kidding."
"I am serious as a failed blowout preventer."
Okay, she was weakening now. Genuinely weakening. Plus, well, she did feel a little bad about letting him go to Montana without her. He had big plans for Montana. Maybe she ought to stick with him through that, at least .
There was a gleam in those dark eyes now. He knew he had her. "Think of it, Lizzie. You know you can always use a larger cushion. Startup costs multiply. They inevitably turn out to be more than you projected."
Okay, he had a point there. "How long would I have to stay on?"
He gave an easy shrug. "Oh, I'm thinking a few more months should do it."
"A few monthsas in three?" She was the one scowling now.
His rueful smile could charm the habit off a nun. "Just think about it. That's all I'm asking. We'll discuss it more
"But Ethan, I"
He made a show of eyeing his Rolex. "Whoa, look at
the time "
"I've got that meeting with Jamison in five. You should have reminded me."
"A minute more," she piped up desperately. "Let's just
get this settled."
"Can't right now. Sorry."
"You have my offer. Think it over." He was already on his feet again.
"But I have thought it over and I"
"Sorry. Really. Got to go." And, again, he was out the door before she could pin him down.
Lizzie slumped in the chair.
But only for a momentand then she was drawing her shoulders back, smoothing her hair that tended to frizz, even in the relatively low humidity of West Texas. She was not giving up on this. Today, one way or another, she was going to finish giving her notice.
Put it in writing, her sterner self insisted. That way he would have no choice but to accept the inevitable.
But no. She just couldn't do that. Not to Ethan, who was not only her boss, but also a true friend, the one who had come through for her in a big way when she most needed some help and support.
She would get through to him. After all, he couldn't escape her indefinitely. Especially not given that she lived in his house. No matter how hard he tried to avoid her, he had to come home eventually.
The meeting with Roger Jamison went well, Ethan thought.
Roger would have no trouble holding down the fort while Ethan was in Montana. And later, if things went as Ethan planned, he would formally name Roger to replace him as Traub Oil Industries' chief financial officer.
After the meeting with Roger, Ethan could have returned to his corner office, but Lizzie would be there at her desk, guarding his door. And waiting to continue explaining how she was leaving him.
He was meeting his stepfather, Pete Wexler, for lunch at the club at noon. So he went on over there an hour early. He got a Coke and sat out on the clubhouse front patio and enjoyed the late-May sunshine.
Pete showed up a few minutes early and he grabbed Ethan in a hug. "This is great," Pete announced. "Good
to get away from the office, get a little one-on-one time." Pete clapped Ethan on the arm as he released him. "Shall we go on inside?" He gestured toward the wide glass doors.
Ethan led the way. They got a table with a nice view of the golf course.
And as soon as they put in their order, Pete started telling him what he already knew. "You're leaving Thursday."
"Your mother and I will try to get away Friday morning. It's important to both of us, to be there for your brother's wedding." Corey, born third in the family after Ethan, was getting married on Saturday. Corey and his bride, Erin, were settling down together in Thunder Canyon, a great little mountain town not far from Bozeman. There was already a big Traub family contingent in the Thunder Canyon area. Ethan had cousins there, and his older brother, Dillon, the doctor of the family, had settled there, too. Pete was still talking. He named off Ethan's remaining siblings. "Jackson, Jason and Rose are going to make it, too. The whole family will be there "
Ethan sat back in his chair and listened to his stepdad ramble on and thought about how long it had taken him to accept Pete into the family. At least twenty years.
But eventually, Ethan, like his four brothers and his sister, had come around. How could he not? Pete was a good man. A kind man, with a big heart. He doted on Ethan's mom and had consistently been there for his stepchildren.
The hard fact, Ethan saw now, was that it had taken him a couple of decades to forgive poor Pete for not being Charles Traub. Ethan's dad had been tall and commanding, a self-made millionaire before he was thirtyback in the day when a million bucks actually counted for something. He'd died on an oil rig twenty-eight years ago, when Ethan was nine.
Pete had been there for Ethan's mom, Claudia, from the day that the accident happened. And that had stirred up the town gossip mill in a big way. Ethan and his brothers had suffered no end of bloody noses and black eyes defending their mother's honor and, by extension, Pete's. At the same time as they stood up for the man, they were all secretly suspicious of Pete's motives.
But in the end, there was no denying that Pete Wexler was a rock. He was no maverick. He liked to take things slow and steady, which, in terms of TOI, sometimes drove Ethan nuts. Still, Pete adored Ethan's mom and he'd been a fine husband to her for twenty-six years now. Last year he'd had a heart attack, which freaked them all out and made them all the more aware of how much he meant to them.
Now, Pete was fully recovered and taking better care of himself. Back around the time of his heart attack, he and Ethan's mom had talked about retiring. But not anymore. Pete was feeling great lately. And for the foreseeable future, they would be running Traub Oil Industries together, Pete as chairman of the board and Claudia as CEO.
Ethan knew they depended on him, but he was through waiting to be the boss. And he was a damn sight more adventurous about the business than either his mother or Pete would ever be. He'd dedicated his life to TOI, learned the company from the ground up. And he'd been CFO for six years now. It was enough. Exploration and development was the key for him. If he wanted bigger opportunities, he needed to create them. And thus, the trip to Montana.
Their food came. They dug in.
And that was when Pete brought up the resort. "About this Thunder Canyon Resort opportunity. Your mom and I have looked over the material your brothers put together." Dillon and Corey had been pushing to get some TOI capital
invested in the resort. "Do we really want to take on a failing hospitality venture at this point?"
"We wouldn't be taking it on exactly."
Pete smiled. "Sorry. Figure of speech. But you know what I mean."
"I do, Pete. And come on, I wouldn't say the resort is failing. In fact, the numbers show improvement over the past year. And they got McFarlane House hotels to invest. I've been in contact with Connor McFarlane, second in command at McFarlane House. He's committed to seeing the resort succeed."
"You'll get with McFarlane, face-to-face?"
"We've got a meeting set up for next week in Thunder Canyon."
"The resort owners have been doing some reorganization " Ethan waited for Pete's nod before continuing. "And they've been pulling out all the stops to broaden their market, to make the resort more accessible to a wider demographic, while not sacrificing the reputation they've built as a luxury destination."
"It's only that I see no reason to rush into anything ."
"And we won't. Sit tight," Ethan reassured him. "I'll spend more time on it, go over the books thoroughly, meet with the general manager, tour every inch of the propertyall before we get down to giving a yes or a no."
Pete nodded. "I know you will." And then he started in about Ethan's plans to expand into shale oil extraction once he got to Montana. Same old yadda yadda. Extracting oil from shale was cost-prohibitive. The environmental impact wasn't good. As always, Pete reiterated all the drawbacks he'd reiterated any number of times before.
Patiently, Ethan reminded him that the higher the cost per barrel of oil, and the more depleted the oil reserves, the
better it looked to be investing in oil shale. He reminded his stepdad yet again that the technology for extraction was constantly improving and TOI didn't want to end up behind the curve on this.
Eventually, Pete ran out of red flags on that subject. They finished their lunch and parted in the club parking lot, where Ethan submitted to another big hug.
"I know I tend to be a little overcautious," Pete said when he let Ethan loose. "But I want you to know that Iand your mother, too, of coursenot only love you and wish we could keep you right here in Midland forever. We also realize you have to get out there and break some new ground. And we admire the hell out of you for that, son."
The smile Ethan gave his stepdad then had nothing but love in it. "Thanks, Pete. In some ways, you were always way ahead of the rest of us. It took me a while to appreciate how far ahead."
Pete was looking a little misty-eyed. "See you at the board meeting."
"Yeah, see you then."
Ethan went back to the office.
Big mistake. Lizzie was waiting.
She rose from her desk as he approached his office door, blew a strand of almost-blond hair out of her eye and tried to get his attention. "Ethan, I"
"Not now, Lizzie. I've got important calls to make."
"Later. Soon." He pushed open his door, went through and shut it behind him. Fast.
He spent the next few hours answering phone messages, dealing with email and clearing his desk as much as possible, because heand Lizzie, too, whether she was willing to admit it yetwould be on their way to Thunder Canyon bright and early Thursday morning.
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Resisting Mr. Tall, Dark & Texan - Harlequin Special Edition # 2125 - July 2011 - Christine Rimmer - The 1st book of the new "Montana Mavericks: The Texans are Coming" series. - Lizzie Landry had worked for Ethan Traub - as his assistant and live-in housekeeper - for the last five years. Lizzie had always dreamed of opening a bakery just like the one her mother had owned. Lizzie had worked in the bakery growing up, but after her mother's death the bakery was sold. Lizzie now had enough money to buy a bakery; she was ready to leave her job at Traub Oil Industries. The only problem was that Ethan refused to believe that Lizzie wanted to leave him and the company. He will do anything to keep her from quitting. Finally, Ethan agreed to let her leave, if Lizzie would go with him to Thunder Canyon, Montana for the next two months, where he would be setting up a new Traub Oil office. Ethan just knows that Lizzie really doesn't want to leave him to start up a bakery. He was going to change her mind. - This new installment of the "Montana Mavericks" series brings back the people that live in Thunder Canyon. Christine Rimmer weaves a story of love and devotion; Lizzie has loved Ethan from the time she started working for him, but Ethan was just as sure that he will never be trapped by love. Will Ethan realize just how much Lizzie means to him before it is too late? Watch for the next book of the "Montana Mavericks: The Texans are Coming" series coming August 2011. -
What a wonderful story this is!! That magic town of Thunder Creek MT is having a growth spurt and it seems to be lots of Texans.. Several are from Traub Oil! Ethan is going to try shale oil. He wants to be the first in some years in this family to be an old fashioned oil tycoon. He has an assistant, Lizzie Landry, who takes care of both his business and his personal lives well too. She wants to stay in Midland TX and open a bakery--it's been her dream to create the bakery her parents had. She had a wonderful life with her parents in the bakery. Her parents, mother was a french woman and great baker, are gone and she hopes to create that special feeling again. She plans to stay in Midland while Ethan goes to Montana to have his dream too. Lizzie has worked for Ethan for 5 years now and made his life the best. She even takes care of his lovers who stay overnight with him. She's been telling Ethan of her plans for some time now but he talks her into going to Thunder Creek with him but she gives him a time limit then she's returning to Midland. When Lizzie & Ethan arrive in Thunder Creek she's got a nice home leased for them with all the particles taken care of--Ethan doesn't have a thing to worry about but business! They've also got a wedding to go to! Ethan's brother is marrying a local woman and settling in Thunder Creek. The local bakery is going to bake the wedding cake but it seems the owner has left town with the money for a cake and only 1 week before the wedding. Lizzie comes to the rescue by baking the cake. She's always been part of the Traub family get-together's and here in Montana she's also getting close to many of the locals. Lizzie has always loved Ethan but never thought of herself as his girlfriend material. This move has made both aware of each other in that special way. This is the story of how they find their happy ever after. I sure enjoyed finding out!