She closed her eyes and slept, feeling safe and comfortable in her warm bed, hearing the rain come down in torrents. She wondered if Matt would be able to fly back tonight.
A few hours later the sound of a motor awakened her, and she lifted the window curtain beside the bed to peek out. The outside lights were ablaze, and a tall, lean man in a distinctive tan trench coat and a silverbelly Stetson was getting out of a car. He lifted an attaché case and plowed toward the house in the drenching rain. Matt!
With faint misgivings she stared down at his hard, formidable face. It was a shock to catch Matt unawares; he was almost always lighthearted and smiling when he was around Catherine. He smiled more with her than with anyone else. But when he didnt know she was looking, he became a stranger. Matt was a puzzle shed never solved. Most of his men were afraid of him, although he was never unfair or overly demanding. It was that air of authority he wore, the remnants of his strict upbringing.
Matt was the oldest of Evelyns sons from her first marriage, and from all accounts, his childhood hadnt been an easy one. Matts real father had been a military man, and Matts early life had been spent at military academies. When his father died and Evelyn married Great-Uncle Henry, hed stayed in the academy for another year. Then he went on to boarding school, then college, and then service in the Marine Corps, with little chance for parental love in between. Henry was a formidable man himself, and Evelyn was more businesswoman than mother.
But Matt seemed to have gotten enough love from other sources, she thought wryly, remembering the occasional woman shed seen him with and the adoring glances that came his way. When she was in college, Catherines girlfriends had begged to come to the ranch, just for a glimpse of Matt.
Catherine pursed her lips and studied Matts tall, muscular body as he started through the gate. He was devastating physically, all right. And he had Spanish eyes, very dark and sparkling, and a deeply tanned face that was sharp-featured and aristocratic. He was something else. She tingled with pride, just looking at him, although she was ready for a fight if it was going to take one to get out from under his thumb. Part of her knew that Matt would never be able to return her tempestuous feelings for him. And it was because of that, more than anything else, that she had to escape. It was devastating to be around Matt and watch him go out with other women all the time. He seemed to have a different one every month. All of them were experienced, sensual women. Nothing like poor little Kit, who had to hide her tears from him. It would have killed her if hed known how she really feltthat all her outbursts of anger were just defensive tactics.
Tomorrow, she whispered, and smiled. Tomorrow well have it out, big cousin.
She lay back and closed her eyes.
* * *
The next morning when Catherine came down for breakfast Hal was at the breakfast table with Betty, but Matt was already out the door and gone. Hal looked up, his brown eyes sparkling in a mischievous face. At twenty-three he was the youngest of the three brothers. He was shorter than Matt and not as muscular. Hal had a good brain, when he used it, and was a whiz with machinery. But he preferred the nightspots to the ranch and slipped away at every opportunity. He played at life, and Matt had threatened to throw him off the property because of his penchant for playing practical jokes. But he was loveable, for all his wicked ways, and Catherine had a soft spot for him. In her younger days, hed been her staunchest ally in dodging Matts temper.
Hi, cousin! he grinned. How was the big city?
Great! She sat down and filled her plate. I got a job! She told him all about it, enjoying his amazed look as she talked.
Have you told Matt? he asked after a minute, his gaze quietly curious.
I havent seen him yet.
Hal pursed his lips. She doesnt know? he asked Betty.
Catherine cocked her head at him. Know what? she asked hesitantly.
Matt found out where you really were. Hes stopped your allowance.
Oh, Hal, why did
you do that! Betty groaned.
Catherines eyes sparkled with passion as she threw down her napkin. Stopped my allowance? He cant! Those shares are mine!
He can do what he likes until youre twenty-five, Hal said.
Where is he? Catherine demanded.
Down on the flats, checking to make sure the cattle were all moved before the rains came, Betty said reluctantly. He told Hal to get them moved before he left for Houston.
Hal didnt reply. He looked disturbed and reached for his coffee cup.
Catherine didnt notice. She was fuming. She needed that allowance to set herself up in New York. She wouldnt have any money until her first paycheck. And Matt knew it!
Ill shoot him, she muttered.
Now, darling, dont be hasty, Betty said, trying to soothe her.
But Catherine was already on her way upstairs to change into jodhpurs and boots.
Chapter Two
She shivered a little in the early-morning chill. Autumn was coming on. Already the hardwoods were beginning to get crisp leaves on them. She searched the horizon for Matt, but he was nowhere to be seen. She could have screamed. There were times when being part of the Kincaid clan was an absolute torment, and this was one of them. She had a great future in New York in public relations. Why couldnt Matt let her go after it? Of course, he didnt know about the New York job offer, but what hed done would prevent her from going anywhere without his approval. It was always like that. She made plans and Matt fouled them up. Hed done it for years, and nobody had ever stood up to him. Except Catherine, of course.