The Cowgirl Ropes a Billionaire (22 page)

“What do you mean, what’s left of it?”

Bella’s stomach twisted. “We had to sell half of it. My father had mortgaged it so he could buy Cyclone.”

“So your father mismanaged his business and blamed you when it didn’t pay off? Didn’t he insure the horse?”

“I…I don’t know. But it wasn’t his fault he lost the land.”
It was mine. Just like I’m losing my business.

Evan stared at her, his eyes narrowed. “You don’t know much about business either, do you? Tell me this. Do any of them ever help you with your shelter? How much time does your brother spend there?” He got to his feet and shouldered his pack. Bella followed his example, unnerved by the way this conversation had gone. Instead of condemning her, Evan was angry that her family had blamed her at all. She knew her own guilt over the incident was excessive. Still, Evan’s reaction startled her.

“None. He hates it,” Bella said. “Craig doesn’t care for pets—he’s a livestock vet. He never got over Caramel’s death. He never forgave me for it. Anyway, he’s busy.” She followed him as he set out down the path again.

“Busier than you? Really? I find that hard to believe.”

Watching him stride ahead of her, all too aware of his broad shoulders and powerful legs, Bella considered his words.

“I guess he’s not busier; it’s just his work is more important.”

Evan stopped in his tracks and she walked right into him. He turned and caught her, and didn’t let go even when she was steady on her feet. “Bullshit,” he said. “His work isn’t more important than yours. He takes care of animals that represent people’s business. You take care of animals that people love. Your work is more important. You’re important. How come you can’t see that?”

“Because I screw everything up for people,” she said. She bit her lip in anguish. Damn it, why did she feel the need to expose every flaw to his eyes? She liked Evan, and she wanted him to like her, so why was she trying so hard to make him loathe her?

Because she was used to being loathed by those she loved.

The thought hit her like a fist to her stomach. It was true. It was absolutely true.

She was used to it.

And the people she loved did loathe her. Craig, her parents…because of what she’d done. Because of what she’d made them do.

And now she was bankrupting her business—the one thing she’d ever gotten right.

She didn’t deserve love.

Not until she beat Evan and used her millions to fix everything she’d broken.

* * * * *

When the trail they followed broadened out into a wide field an hour later, Bella stopped dead at the sight that greeted them. Evan, catching up to her, immediately saw why.

“Miniature golf?” Bella said, turning to him. She’d regained her composure somewhere along the trail, and Evan had recovered his equilibrium, as well. He couldn’t say exactly why the thought of Bella’s family blaming her for their dog’s death burned him so much, or why he wanted to hunt them down and demand they apologize to her, but that’s exactly how he felt. Couldn’t they see she hadn’t gotten over the loss, or the blame they’d heaped on her? A pet’s death was traumatic to any child, but being told that she was responsible—and not letting up, even after all these years? That was unforgivable as far as he was concerned.

“I guess they really want us to score some points,” he said as he looked at the curved green tracks flanked by windmills and pyramids and replicas of the Eiffel Tower.

“We should be able to handle this,” she agreed. “It’s just—I thought they were showcasing Jasper National Park. What does this have to do with Jasper?”

“Nothing,” Evan said. “Maybe they’re just trying to shake things up.”

A crew member stepped forward and handed each of them a golf club and ball. He pointed Bella to one starting point, and Evan to another.

“These are par three courses. Sink your ball in the hole in three shots or less and you score a point, up to ten points for ten holes. The person who finishes the course first will win an extra point. Ready?”

Evan nodded and so did Bella.

“Start!”

Evan considered the course ahead of him. Despite the chance to win an extra point, speed wasn’t the goal—accuracy was. He needed to play each hole carefully and methodically, and rack up the points. He’d never been an avid golfer; he hated getting stuck on a course for hours if his partners were slow or tedious. All too often he’d found himself in a foursome with two other perfectly decent human beings—and one complete asshole.

Not his scene.

He was reasonably athletic, though, and competent in other sports that required accuracy and control. This game should be a piece of cake.

He sunk the first hole in three shots and the next hole in two. After that he faced an uphill shot, through a gap cut into a Noah’s ark, and into a hole placed near the far rim of the track. He lined up his shot, swung and took it, but the ball bounced off the side of the Noah’s ark and rolled right back down to land at his feet.

A feminine curse to his right made him smile. Bella must also be facing a tough hole. Thoughts of their time together last night invaded his mind, leaving him aching to get the day’s events finished so he could climb back into the little tent with her. He’d make her understand that her family was crazy and she was worth every bit of happiness that came into her life and more.

He took a second shot and missed again. Muttering a bad word, Evan cleared his mind of all distractions and prepared for another try.

“Woo-hoo!” Bella whooped just as he swung. He jerked around to see her dancing on an artificial green. His own ball rolled up the hill partway, hung there and rolled back down to bounce off his shoe.

“Damn it.” He picked it up and walked to the next hole.

His concentration was shot, however, by Bella’s continual shouts and laughter. She must be nailing the course the way she hopped around, pumping her fists over her head, slapping high fives with the camera crew and shaking her hips in a rather suggestive victory dance now and then.

“Quiet on the course,” he called over to her finally.

“Why? Am I distracting you?” she yelled back, dancing around again.

Um, yes. He was distracted. Obviously her successes on the course had restored her good humor. She moved to a new hole and he turned back to his own course, only to be jolted mid-swing again by another of her high-pitched victory cries. She was doing that on purpose and it was working—he’d blown three holes now.

He got back to work and won three more, lost one, and won the final one. Six points in all and one point for finishing first.

“About time,” Bella said.

He turned with a jerk and saw that she’d been waiting for him. Forget about that last point, but how on earth had she beaten him?

And what was her score?

Before he could ask her, Jake Cramer arrived on the scene and with him a number of crew members who rushed to get ready for the day’s closing wrap-up.

Evan exchanged a glance with Bella and both of them trailed over to where Natalie had hurried over to touch Jake up. He waved her away, and she turned her attention on Evan and Bella while Jake waited for another crew member to set his microphone up. Madelyn shooed Natalie away and Jake began his traditional patter.

“Another day has come to a close on
Can You Beat a Billionaire
, and it’s been a tough one. Bella, what did you think of the day’s first challenge?”

As the cameras swung to face Bella, she rolled her eyes. “Um, it was impossible.”

“It did look difficult. How long do you think you managed to stay on the bridge?”

“One second?” she ventured.

“Try one-tenth of a second,” Jake said happily. He swung around to Evan. “You’ve climbed sheer rock walls, Evan. Why was the bridge so difficult?”

Was the guy a total idiot? “Because it was thin, slippery and unstable,” he said, glaring at Madelyn—cleaned up and back to her usual glowering, impeccable self—over Jake’s shoulder as she gestured to him in wide circles. What the hell did that mean? Did she want him to turn a somersault?

“It was really exciting,” Bella said, sounding anything but excited. Evan realized she’d interpreted Madelyn’s signals—step up the energy.

“Yeah. Thrilling,” he said. “That water was really…wet.”

Madelyn smacked a hand to her forehead.

“Moving on to lunchtime. Seems like you two had a real meeting of the minds over your sandwiches. What were you talking about?”

Did he really have to go along with this? Evan wondered. “We were telling each other about our childhoods.”

“Bella,” Jake swiveled to face her. “Sounds like you lost a special pet. Do you want to tell our audience more about that?”

“Oh, come on,” Evan said, stepping in between Jake and Bella. “You guys caught everything we said on film—do we really need to hash it all out again? I think our viewers are smart enough to get it the first time.”

“Cut, CUT!” Madelyn yelled and strode forward. “You are walking on very thin ice, and any minute you are going to be in complete violation of your contract. Jake asks the questions, you answer them. Do I make myself clear?”

“It’s all right,” Bella said, flashing him a tired grimace. “I don’t mind.”

She obviously did mind, but getting himself thrown off the show wouldn’t help matters any. He balled his hands into fists and shoved them in his pockets.

“Let’s try this again,” Madelyn said and stepped back behind the cameras. Jake repeated his question and Bella answered it in short, neutral sentences. Yes, she’d lost a pet early on and it prompted her to become a veterinarian. Yes, it was a very sad occurrence, but things like that happened in life—what was important was how you moved forward after them. Madelyn couldn’t complain about Bella’s answers, but Evan knew she must want to—this was television at its most banal.

When he finished grilling her even Jake looked defeated.

“Well, after this exciting day, the scores of our contestants are still closely matched. Evan, you began the day with 21 points. After the bridge debacle you still had 21 points. You did much better in this afternoon’s miniature golf tournament, however, scoring 6 out of a possible 10, for a final total of 27 points!”

Bella made a face and Evan wondered if all her cheering and dancing had been just a ruse. Maybe he’d pulled ahead into a comfortable lead today. He sure hoped so. He wanted that year with her so bad he could taste it. Three hundred and sixty-five days of hot, languorous, mind-blowing sex with the most beautiful, sweet, tempting woman he’d ever met…

“Bella, you also fumbled the bridge challenge,” Jake went on. “You started the day with 19 points and gained none this morning, either. But this afternoon you proved yourself a fair hand at miniature golf. How did you learn to play?”

Evan sighed. Couldn’t the man get on with things and just announce her score?

“Golf was one of my family’s favorite activities when I was growing up. I always lost back then, but I didn’t mind because we were all together. I guess I remember more than I thought I did from those days on the course.”

“You sure did. You scored an amazing 10 out of 10 points, and got the bonus point for finishing first. That brings your score to a grand total of 30 points. You have a three point lead!”

Evan’s mouth dropped open in shock. Three points ahead of him? What the hell? Bella was dancing again, bouncing up and down with her arms upraised and her fingers fluttering. “Whooo!” she yelled and twirled in a circle. “Whooo—stray pets of Chance Creek, here I come, and you’ll never go hungry or cold again!”

* * * * *

Bella faltered to a stop when she saw Evan’s face. “Uh…sorry, just got carried away. You have to admit it’s pretty cool I scored so high, though.” Was he going to have another of his temper tantrums? She’d been through the ringer today, and though she’d regained her equilibrium, she didn’t think she could take that.

“Yeah, really terrific,” he said. “When’s dinner?” he asked Madelyn, pushing past her.

“Evan,” Bella said to his back. “Come on, what’s the big deal? You don’t really need to win this game anyway. You’ve got all the money in the world.” Disappointment in him soured her stomach. She liked the man, but she hated this side of his personality. Why did he always need to win so badly?

“I don’t need the money; I need a wife,” he said, rounding on her. “That’s why I’m on this show.”

“You need a wife so you can keep the money,” she said, “and let’s face it, if push comes to shove you can just buy one off of any street corner.”

“What if I don’t want to buy one? What if I want someone in particular?” he challenged her.

Bella shrugged, taken aback by his vehemence. Obviously she’d hit a nerve and she’d better back off, let Moneybuns cool down for a minute. Funny, she hadn’t called him the derogatory nickname for at least a day…since…

Her face warmed as she thought about their tryst. Evan was much more to her than an adversary now. He was someone she wanted to know. Someone she hoped to see more of, even after the show.

But would he want to keep seeing her if she won and left him high and dry?

“I’m talking to you,” Evan said, following her as she turned and made her way to where crew members were setting out their dinners. Fish was on the menu today, with rice and some kind of vegetable mixture.