The Reluctant Texas Rancher (Harlequin American Romance) Read Online Free PDF Page A

provide adequate, competent representation or act as a zealous advocate on her behalf.”
    Fury gathered in his gut. He hated being put in the position of having to defend himself. “I did everything possible to get that wildcatter to sign with her company. He just didn’t want to.”
    Liz studied him. “Would he testify to that?”
    Travis wondered if the skin of her face was as silky-soft as it looked. Ditto for her lips.
    He shrugged. “I don’t know. Digger Dobbs doesn’t strike me as somebody who wants to get involved in somebody else’s mess.”
    Liz twisted her lips. Making him wonder if she still kissed the way she once had—like an innocent virgin who preferred to keep her heart under lock and key.
    “Well, he’s at the center of this so we’re going to have to contact him.” She paused as her cell phone began to ring, and glanced at the caller ID. “Sorry. This is the Laramie County Sheriff’s Department. I’ve got to get it.” She picked up. “Liz Cartwright. Yeah, hi, Rio. What? You’re kidding! No. Heck, no! Tell him I’ll be right there!”
    She clicked off the phone, already half out of her seat. “Client emergency. I’ve got to go.”
    Irked to be put on hold, Travis rose. “What about—”
    Liz flashed by. “We’ll pick it up later. Even tonight if you want. Right now, I have to get over to Spring Street before J. T. Haskell lands himself in jail.”
    T RAVIS HEADED OUT THE DOOR after her. “J. T. Haskell is your client?”
    Liz cast a look at the dusky sky. The sun had slipped past the horizon, and it would be dark soon. “I have a habit of taking on underdogs.”
    Travis nodded. “So it would seem,” he retorted drily.
    Liz slanted him a glance while locking up. Having a big-shot attorney for a client was going to be harder than she’d thought. Partly because he was reluctant to relinquish control, and partly because she had the gut feeling there was still a lot he wasn’t telling her. Things she needed to know to adequately represent him.
    But that was no surprise. Clients never gave their attorney all the information up front. Usually because they were trying to maintain their dignity, garner respect. It was up to counsel to retrieve all the facts and get to the bottom line.
    Even when it came to defending another attorney.
    Liz sighed. As they headed toward the parking lot, she turned the conversation back to the matter at hand. “Why are you so surprised I’m representing J.T.?”
    Travis shrugged. “I heard he went off the deep end after his wife died last year.”
    An understatement if there ever was one. “He kind of has,” she admitted with a grimace.
    “He’s been arrested a couple of times for bar fights.”
    “Actually, he was just busting up some furniture. He wasn’t drunk and he didn’t hit anyone. But, yeah, there are a number of places he can’t go in now because of his bad behavior.”
    “Anyone talked to him about joining one of Kate Marten-McCabe’s grief groups over at the hospital?”
    Liz’s frustration spiraled. “Everyone has.”
    “He’s not buying it?”
    “He doesn’t think he has a problem.”
    Travis stopped at her SUV, all protective male. “I’m going with you.”
    The firmness of his voice was a surprise.
    Travis was quiet a moment, just looking at her with those keen eyes that seemed to see more than she liked. “He’s a big guy. If he’s upset, he could be dangerous.”
    Liz attempted to curtail her irritation. Since when did she need protecting—from anyone? Well used to looking after her own interests, she said, “The sheriff’s department is on the way.”
    Travis flashed an easygoing smile and climbed in the passenger side. “Consider it part of my new duties, protecting all the women on the Cartwright ranch.”
    Maybe it was her imagination, but it felt a little more than that. “I hate to tell you this, cowboy.” She got in after him and slid her key in the ignition. “But we’re not on the Four