to him,” Paddy responded shortly.
Caitlin flinched against the reproof in her father’s voice. Then hardened herself against it. However nicely Paddy gilded it, something didn’t sound quite right in his abbreviated explanation. Until proven otherwise, Grant would remain suspect in her mind. The thought intensified her desire to stick around and see what exactly this man was up to.
“Let me get this straight,” she said, gesturing toward her father with graceful, long fingers. “You blame yourself for an act of God, then spend time teaching this bleeding heart everything he wants to know about the oil business out of sheer pity, and you can’t so much as give your own daughter a solitary chance to earn her keep around here?”
Paddy was not a man accustomed to having his judgment questioned. “It wasn’t pity,” he snapped. “Grant’s proven himself many times over.”
Despite the anger Caitlin’s question aroused in him, Grant nonetheless considered it fair. In fact looking back on it, he couldn’t think of anyone presenting a more pitiful image than he had that day he’d arrived with his hat in hand, humbly asking to be taught the tools of the very trade that had claimed his father’s life. Having targeted Paddy in his mind for years as the cause of that fatal accident, it had been all he could do to keep from throttling his father’s partner. The last thing he’d expected was to ever like the old codger who managed somehow to take him in without compromising his dignity by offering him not a hand out, but a hand up.
Grateful that Paddy had glossed over years of heartache with one broad, sweeping stroke, Grant nevertheless could not forget that there was far more to the story of how their partnership came about than Paddy was telling. It was just like Paddy to leave the telling of that to him when and if he ever decided to share it.
“If you’re trying to put a price tag on what was owed me,” Grant growled, “you’ll have to tell me the going rate to replace a father.”
Caitlin drew her breath in sharply as her heart cried out the answer to Grant’s inquiry. No amount of money in the world! As difficult as it had been growing up in a broken home, Caitlin loved both her parents dearly and couldn’t imagine life without either one.
For the first time since meeting this man, she felt an inkling of sympathy for him. He may look as impervious as a Roman gladiator now, but she mentally calculated his age and figured that he must have still been in high school when tragedy befell his family. Her throat closed around the image of a beautiful, dark-haired teenager acting as his father’s pallbearer. And of a tearful, bereft mother leaning on him for support. It was Caitlin’s understanding that the mere thought of losing Paddy in such a hellish manner had been enough to compel her mother to abandon the one true love of her life. Maintaining that she was too young to be a widow, like poor Cissy Davis, Laura Leigh had shortly thereafter packed her bags and headed back to the security of her parents’ home in San Antonio.
Caitlin bit the inside of her mouth in a nervous habit that survived her childhood. “I didn’t mean it to sound like that. It’s just that I feel obligated to look after my father’s interests. It is awfully strange that he hasn’t mentioned you to me before.”
“As much as I appreciate your concern,” Paddy interjected with a crooked smile. “I’m a grown man accustomed to making my own decisions. Maybe I didn’t feel the need to explain myself to you. Then—or now.”
With that, he ran his hands through his silver hair. “This conversation is over. The only thing left to decide is what to do with you, young lady.”
Fighting the tears that welled up in her eyes, Caitlin set her jaw in the same determined way that her father had of leading with his chin whenever things looked their bleakest. She was not about to come all this way just to be brushed off. There was far more at stake here than just a job.
Her self-worth was quivering on the line.
“I’ll tell you what you can do with me,” she countered, each word an articulated bullet. “You can back off and let me do my job!”
Grant had to admire the lady’s grit. Having expected her to employ the age-old female tools of alternately crying and pouting, he was struck by Caitlin’s fortitude in standing up to Paddy Flynn, the terror of drillers and corporate giants alike. It aroused in him a grudging respect.
Suppressing a smile, he imagined her reaction to the strictly male observation that she was indeed very beautiful when she was mad. He was mesmerized by the attention she paid the gold locket nestled in the hollow of her throat. The way she was stroking it so lovingly made Grant wonder if it was some kind of a magic talisman. Maybe a religious medal. Perhaps a lucky charm to protect her from catastrophes, assorted imaginary ills, and hard-hatted villains.
Neither Caitlin’s voice nor her resolve quavered as she continued the fight to get her way. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll offer my services totally free of charge for one month. If I can’t prove my worth to you in that time, I’ll accept your decision to replace me. No questions asked. No hard feelings.”
“No way!” Grant exploded. Alarm bells were sounding in his head. One only had to watch the way Paddy was thoughtfully scratching his chin to see all hope of banishing this woman from the premises go up in a magician’s poof of smoke. “I don’t have time to be baby-sitting some college kid whose knowledge of an oil field is limited to what some dried-up old professor asked on a midterm.”
No matter how pretty she is! he added silently to himself.
“No one asked you to,” she countered, twisting her necklace around her index finger and wishing it was the man’s thick neck instead. “Besides, I don’t see that you have much choice in the matter. Whether you like it or not, you need a geologist. It’s going to take some time to line another one up. Why not at least let me fill in during the interim? What have you got to lose?” she asked, her eyes flashing him a challenge in emeralds.
Besides my sanity and the friendship with your father that I value above everything else in the world?
“Just my time, this oil rig, the entire business, and my physical well-being when the crew decides you might make an interesting diversion some lonely night,” Grant snorted with an angry wave of his hand.
A shiver raced through Caitlin at the thought. “I can take care of myself,” she retorted, not bothering to explain about the defense class she had taken in college for physical education credit. If the need were ever to arise, she knew how to fell a man like a tree.
Grant rolled his eyes at this assurance. “I’m sure you can—at a sorority party or a poetry reading. But we’re not talking about the latest trends in social awareness here. This is an oil rig, not a library or an office. You can’t protect yourself here with a thick book and that withering look you’ve perfected.”
A degree in geology hadn’t prepared her for dealing with such hardheadedness. “Maybe I should have majored in archeology,” Caitlin murmured sweetly.
Grant’s eyebrows arched into question marks.
“That way I would have been better prepared to deal with such an archaic male attitude. I don’t know why you have a chip on your shoulder the size of the state of Wyoming, but it seems like you’re just afraid that I might be good at what I do.”
“What I’m afraid of,” Grant clarified with an angry jab at the air, “is that your father won’t be able to let his own daughter go when the time comes.”
Paddy started to point out that he was in the room and capable of speaking for himself, but Caitlin cut him off before the first syllable was out of his mouth.
“You’ve made it perfectly clear that you are the one in charge of hiring and firing. If in a month’s time you haven’t changed your mind about me, I’ll abide by your decision. Daddy won’t have anything to say about it.”
“Sounds more than fair to me.” There was a hint of admiration in Paddy’s voice.
Grant’s groan was of theatric proportions. “I don’t