"Shut up," Mallory said at once, glaring at his brother. "I'm not looking for a new hire to look after my prize heifers because she-" he indicated her "-wants to go off looking for a recording contract!"

"She should use her talent," Cane argued hotly. "She's wasting her life working for pennies, using up her health lifting heavy limbs off fences! Down the road, she'll pay for all this physical labor. She's too slightly built to even be doing it!"

Mallory knew that, but it irritated him that his brother had pointed it out to him. "She asked for the job and was willing to do whatever it involved!" he shot back.

Cane stood up, dark eyes glittering. "And you're taking advantage of it!"

"You could send somebody with her to ride fences," Tank interjected, stepping between the brothers. He smiled at Morie, who was looking with stifled horror at the confrontation she'd provoked so innocently. "In fact, I could ride them with her. I've got enough time free."

"Or I could," Cane said shortly. "You need to work on marketing for the production sale. I'm the one with the most free time."

"She works for me, damn it!" Mallory ground out. "I tell her what to do. You don't hire and fire! Either of you! Personnel problems are my business!"

"I am not a problem!" Morie said, and stomped her foot at the three brothers. "Listen, I don't mind doing whatever my job calls for, honest I don't. I really appreciate your kindness. But I just work here. I'm a hired hand."

They stared at her.

"Your hands are precious," Cane said gently, and with feeling, because he only had one left and he knew better than any of the other brothers how precious they truly were. "You mustn't risk them on physical labor."

"I'll buy her a pair of damned gloves, then!" Mallory snapped. "Want me to hire a companion for her, to do the hard jobs, while I'm at it?"

Morie felt sick. She lowered her eyes and moved away. "I'll get back to work," she said in a faint tone. "I never meant to cause trouble. I'm really sorry."

She went out the door before they could stop her.

"Oh, you're a real prince," Cane shot at his older brother. "Now she's upset!"

"I should go after her," Tank agreed.

"I'll go after her," Cane replied curtly, starting for the door.

"What the hell is the matter with you two?" Mallory demanded hotly. "She's an employee! She's a hire!"

They glared at him.

"You've already forgotten Vanessa, have you?" he asked with a cold smile.

They sobered at once.

"She was handing our family heirlooms out the window to her lover, when we caught her," he reminded them. "She was sweet and caring, and the best cook in two counties. She pampered us. Brought hot chocolate and cookies out to the barn in the snow when we couldn't leave sick bulls. Made soup for us when we had to take turns staying in the line cabins, before market prices shot up. Treated us like princes. And all the while, she was pricing the stuff in the cabinets, the paintings, the silver services, the china, the crystal that was in our family for a hundred years."

They looked shamefaced.

"She came with excellent references, too," Mallory continued. "Except when I finally got around to checking them out, they were bogus. She lied even when we caught her red-handed. Her lover had made her do it. She was innocent. She loved working for us. She'd do anything if we'd forgive her and let her come back. She'd testify against her lover, even."

"But she had a record as long as my leg," Tank put in quietly.

"And a real talent for lying." Cane nodded.

"And we almost lost the ranch because she sued us for defamation of character and sexual harassment, of which we were totally innocent."

"Good thing the jury believed us," Cane replied.

"Good thing we had the best damned attorney in Wyoming," Mallory agreed. "We can't afford to trust people we don't know. Gelly is already suspicious of Morie, and she's come to me twice with stories that Morie denies and makes light of." He shifted. "I don't trust her." He didn't add that his own great physical attraction to her was one of his biggest issues. It made him vulnerable. He couldn't afford to trust his instincts, when they might be leading him down a dark road. "She knows how to make canapes and plan society dos, and play the piano like a professional. It doesn't jibe with her job description."

"Then what do you think is her real background?" Cane asked curtly.

"Think about it," Mallory replied. "A woman who wanted to insinuate herself into a rich household, without drawing attention to her background, would pretend to know nothing about wealthy people. But underneath, she'd be clued in about how they lived, what they did. She'd know their habits and their tastes. She'd have to, to play up to them. Then she'd bring out those talents, a little at a time, to deepen the mystery and make herself acceptable."

"You're reaching," Tank said shortly. "Gelly's poisoned you against Morie."

"I was already headed in that direction," Mallory replied. "She isn't telling us the truth about her background. I'm sure of it."

"That doesn't mean it's a shady background," Cane replied. "Vanessa poisoned all of us against women for a while. It's why we hired Mavie, who isn't young or beautiful or interested in us. But Morie might be the genuine article."

"And she might not be," Mallory said grimly. "I just think we need to keep an eye on her and not trust her too far. Just like any other new hire."

They had to agree. They'd gone in headfirst, because she seemed sweet and helpful and kind. But it could be an act. They knew from experience how gullible all three of them could be.

"I guess you're right," Cane said solemnly.

"I'm always right," Mallory said, tongue-in-cheek. "I'm the eldest."

Tank glared at him. "Only by two years. Don't get conceited."

Mallory chuckled. "Better get back to work."

MORIE WAS DISCONCERTED by the argument. She was preoccupied when she went to the tack room to get her bridle and saddle to ride fence. There was a lot of fence on the ranch. She'd never seen so many acres, except on her father's spread. This was a huge tract of land that made up the ranch property, and it was cross-fenced for miles and miles and miles.

Darby glanced at her as she came out. "Trouble?" he asked gently.

She hesitated. She nodded.

"Mallory again?"

"I started a fight. I didn't mean to. I was just playing the piano."

His eyebrows arched. "That was you?" he exclaimed. "I thought it was a record they'd put on!"

She looked down shyly. "I took piano for almost ten years," she said. "I love to play. Tank, I mean Mr. Kirk, had the score from that movie, August Rush, and when he knew I could play, he asked me to show him. So I did. But then the brothers said I shouldn't be risking my hands doing manual labor and Mallory, I mean Mr. Kirk, got mad and said I was hired to do ranch work...."

"I see where this is going," Darby replied quietly. "It must have been difficult."

She nodded again and drew in a long breath. "I didn't mean to start trouble. It was so wonderful to have a piano to play on." She smiled. "I've loved music all my life. I can play classical guitar, too, and I used to carry a guitar with me wherever I went. But you can't pack a piano around, so I sort of got out of the habit of playing." She closed her eyes. "I can hear sonatas in my mind, when I go to bed. I never met a classical score that I didn't love. Especially Debussy..."

"Am I paying you for musical commentary now?" Mallory asked coldly from the doorway.