Chapter 28

Shea sat at the small table under the umbrella Cruz had asked the hands to set up for her. Texas heat could be devastating and he worried that she spent too much time in it.

"Use the trailer," he urged constantly. "That's what it's for, cara. Please."

But now that she'd made the commitment she liked to eyeball everything personally.

Cruz had loved her designs, not only for the new hacienda set high on a hill but for the remodel of the existing one as well as the small homes for the foreman and the married hands and a modern new bunkhouse for the others.

"You really meant it when you said you planned to spend a lot of money," she'd teased him when he'd signed the contracts. Exactly how rich are you?"

His face had tightened and an unfamiliar expression had come over it. "Is it important to you?" he'd snapped.

"No, not at all." She'd shaken her head. "It was just a joke, Cruz. I don't give a damn how much you have. Okay?"

His face had relaxed again. "Sorry, Shea. I just have a lot