to say.”
She brushed her auburn hair behind her shoulders. “Are you a man who’s willing to listen?”
“I took an oath that says I am,” he responded easily, shifting to lean one shoulder against the wide jamb of the barn doorway. “I take it doubly serious for pretty women.”
“I’m not here to flirt with you, Mayor.”
There was a teasing warmth in his dark, blue eyes. “Too bad.”
“I’m here to argue with you.”
He heaved a sigh. “Yeah, well, that’s my bad luck, too.”
“Did you know that a train whistle is one hundred thirty to one hundred fifty decibels?”
“Can’t say that I did,” he drawled.
“At one hundred twenty-five decibels, pain begins.” She tugged at her ear as she quoted the researched statistics. “At one hundred forty decibels, even short-term exposure can cause permanent damage.”
“You know, you have the most arresting eyes. What are they, turquoise? Green?”
Darby’s thoughts stumbled for a split second. But she reminded herself that it was the Jack Daniel’s and the cowboy talking. She had to focus on the mayor.
“Right now, we’re talking about my ears.”
He smiled at that, canting his head to one side. “Interesting ears, too.”
“And I’d like to keep them in working order. Mine and those of every other resident of Lyndon Valley, especially the children.”
“Well, unless you’re planning to stand on the tracks, I’m guessing your ears will be safe.”
She ignored his sarcasm. “Uncontrolled railway crossings account for eighty-nine percent of fatal train-vehicle collisions.”
“Again, my advice is to keep your pretty eyes, your pretty ears—” he drew slightly back to make a show of checking out the length of her body “—and your pretty little body off the railway tracks.”
“How drunk are you?” she asked, wondering if there was any reason to continue the conversation.
He grinned unrepentantly. “Why?”
“Because you’re not behaving much like a mayor.”
“My mistake.”
He removed his Stetson, raking his fingers through his hair to give it some semblance of order. He squared his shoulders and neutralized the cocky grin. “Better?”
“Your draft plan calls for twelve uncontrolled railway crossings in the greater Lyndon City area.”
“Yes,” he agreed.
“That’s twelve new chances for Lyndon City citizens to die.”
“You don’t think they’ll notice the one-hundred-thirty-decibel whistle and get out of the way?”
Darby was not going to be deterred. “That adds up to twelve blasts, per train, of up to one hundred fifty decibels, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.”
His grin crept back. “You did the math.”
“I did the math. And you need to take this seriously.”
“Mountain Railway is pouring tens of millions of dollars into the region. Believe me when I tell you I take that kind of money very seriously.”
She polished off the last of her drink. “Money’s not everything.”
“The railway benefits the ranchers and other businesses, such as DFB Brewery, and it brings new economic opportunities to the entire region,” he countered, not seeming remotely intoxicated now.
Darby did some other math inside her head. Perhaps three vodka tonics into the evening wasn’t the best time to get into this debate.
But Seth wasn’t finished. “Ranchers and trains have been coexisting in this country for well over two hundred years.”
“There are more than just ranchers living in Lyndon Valley.”
He smiled again, knowingly this time. “And there we have it. The crux of your opposition. You think the ambiance at your ladies’ retreat should take precedence over the economic well-being of the Lyndon City ranching community.”
“My ladies’ retreat?” Darby felt her cheeks heat with indignation on behalf of her clientele. “Do you think we’re up there quilting and swapping cookie recipes?”
“What are you doing up there?”
What they were doing up there was none of his business, and she had no intention of sharing it with him. It wasn’t exactly a state secret, but there were definitely elements of national security.
“Fair warning, Mayor Jacobs. I’m going to formally request you hold a referendum on whether or not to allow a railway line through Lyndon Valley,” she told him instead.
His smirk telegraphed to her he’d noted the evasion. “I don’t need a referendum. The new railway line was the centerpiece of my campaign.”
“That’s why I voted for Hal Jameson.”
Seth gave an unconcerned shrug. “Yet, I won.”
“That doesn’t mean you get to be a tyrant.”
“They voted with me on the issue, Darby. You’re in the minority. That’s how democracy works.”
She leaned a little closer to him. “Democracy also gives me the right to free speech.”
He searched her expression for a full minute. Was he impressed, annoyed, refocusing and coming at it from a new angle? She couldn’t help but wonder if she’d made her point.
“You really do have incredible eyes,” he said.
The unexpected statement caused a little lurch of attraction inside her chest, but she quickly shoved it to the far reaches of her being. “Behave yourself, Mayor Jacobs.”
“Free speech, Ms. Carroll. It works both ways.”
“Are you telling me your mayor’s code of conduct allows you to flirt with the citizens?”
“I’m not on the job right now. I’m attending a party.”
She had to concede that point to him. “Then we should stop talking business.”
She hated to admit it, but maybe this hadn’t been the greatest idea.
“You started it. I wanted to flirt all along.”
She held her ground. “I’ll never flirt back.”
“Too bad for me.”
“Mayor,” she warned, not liking his apparent knack for flirting, nor how susceptible she appeared to be to it. “I’m your opposition.”
“On a single issue.”
“It’s do or die for me.”
“It’s do or die for me, too.” He gave a regretful shake of his head. “But you still have astonishing eyes.”
She ignored his attempt at distraction and refused to be swayed. At the same time, she used a warning tone. “That’s not the only thing I have.”
* * *
Darby had a Ph.D. in psychology, a black belt in karate and five years’ experience in the military. Normally, she was prepared for any challenge, but she’d never run up against politics before. And she’d never run up against anyone like Seth Jacobs.
Just by walking into a room, he seemed to garner respect in Lyndon City. People spoke about him with awe, and she’d yet to meet anyone willing to fight him head-on. He was a unique and formidable opponent,