unmistakable. Stunned, she slowly sank down next to him.
Damn! Of all the people in the world, why did it have to be Seth who had discovered her in such a disreputable place, performing in such a bawdy show? Too shocked by his presence to mask her dismay, she blurted out, âWhat are you doing here?â
âShouldnât that be my line?â he drawled, shifting aside to allow a scantily-clad saloon girl and her eager client to pass.
âWhat Iâm doing here should be obvious,â she replied tautly.
âYouâre doing the obvious?â He stared after the pair with a significant lift of his brow.
It took all of Penelopeâs self-control not to do a repeat performance and jab him in the belly again. âDamn it, Seth! You know better than that!â
âDo I?â His gaze slowly and deliberately took in every tawdry detail of her appearance.
Bristling like a cat with its back up, she hissed, âHow dare you insinuate that Iâdââ
âI dare because I know you,â he snapped, effectively silencing her protests. âHave you forgotten about the little scene I witnessed in New York?â
Penelope released an exasperated snort. Apparently the words forgive and forget werenât in Seth Tylerâs vocabulary, just as it was equally apparent that he hadnât come to his senses about what had happened in New York. She snorted again. Well, to hell with the narrow-minded bastard! If he wanted to hold a grudge, then so be it. Sheâd gladly oblige his stupidity and do the same.
Calling forth all of her acting ability, she assumed an air of imperious cool and retorted, âYou have no right to judge me on something that youâre obviously incapable of understanding.â
He eyed her with disdain. âIâm perfectly capable of understanding whatâs going on when I find a half-naked woman lolling in a manâs arms. Iâd venture to guess that the foregone conclusion would be the same no matter who was drawing it.â
Abandoning all pretense of composure, she practically shouted, âI wasnât half-naked, and I certainly wasnâtâlolling!â
He shrugged. âYou have your definitions, and I have mine.â
âAnd my definition of Seth Tyler is arrogant bastard.â
âIs that listed before or after the term âtrashâ?â he inquired cryptically. âI believe that was the word you used to describe my person the last time we met.â
âWell, if the title fits â¦â
Seth laughed at that. âTouché. One point for the lady.â
âOne point for what?â
âOne point for your frank response, of course.â
She shrugged dismissively. âWhoâs keeping score?â
âI am. And I feel obligated to report that youâre running woefully behind in the honesty column.â
A thousand scathing retorts sprang to Penelopeâs lips, but she firmly refrained from voicing them. It would be a cold day in hell before she rose to Seth Tylerâs bait. Pointedly ignoring his goading expression, she demanded, âWhat do you want? Surely you have better things to do than torment me.â
âBetter things? Yes. More entertaining? No.â
Rankled by his arrogance, she opened her mouth to tell him exactly what he could do with his amusement, but again she stifled the urge. Instead she repeated, âWhat do you want?â
âI want to know why you lied to your brother.â
âWhy I ⦠what?â she asked, genuinely taken aback by his words. âI didnât lie to Jake.â
Seth raised one slashing eyebrow. âHe showed me your last letter, the one where you were bragging about going abroad and singing for the crowned heads of Europe. You said that youâd be touring the Continent and therefore unable to write. So unless the Colorado Territory has been annexed by Europe and crowned a few heads in the process, I think