Bachelor Cowboy. Patricia Knoll

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      Her problems with Wiley were only part of the reason she needed to talk to Luke again. There was something about Luke that intrigued her, drew her to him. Maybe it was because he seemed like such a loner, though she was sure he would deny being lonely. Maybe it was because he didn’t seem to like her.

      While she didn’t feel any particular need to be liked by everyone she met, she thrived on challenge. Her mother said she’d always done things the hard way, and Shannon knew she probably wasn’t going to change. And dealing with Luke was definitely a challenge.

      With a determined step, she returned to the kitchen, set her cup down and finished making her salad. As she was reaching for some cookies to add to her lunch, she paused and tilted her head. She and her nephew, Jimmy, had made the chocolate chip cookies last night when he’d come to spend the evening with her. Even though his help had consisted of scooping out and eating chunks of dough when he thought she wasn’t looking, the cookies had turned out to be delicious.

      Shannon examined the container with narrowed eyes, then smiled ruefully. Luke Farraday definitely didn’t seem like the type of man who would be influenced by baked goods. She was sure that the way to his heart was not through his stomach, but still, cookies might soften him up.

      Unbelievable that she was thinking in these terms. She’d spent her life trying to be accepted for her brains rather than her looks or her abilities in the kitchen. The idea of being seen as a helpless female was abhorrent to her though she was also practical enough to know that she’d damaged her image when she’d fainted at Luke’s feet.

      Smiling, she gathered a handful of cookies and tossed them into a self-sealing bag. The truth was, she was a fabulous cook, and there was the barest outside chance that taking him a few cookies might make him pause long enough to get him to listen to her. She had two other ranches to visit first. Then she would spend the rest of the day with Luke.

      If he would let her.

      

      “This better be a neighborly visit and not an official one,” Luke said as he strode toward where she’d parked the agency truck.

      When she had driven into the yard, she’d seen him coming out of the barn with a roll of barbed wire, which he’d tossed into the back of his truck. She was relieved that she’d caught him. If she’d been a few minutes later, he would have been gone.

      Seeing him striding toward her in his work clothes of denim shirt, jeans and dusty boots, his accustomed scowl fixed in its usual place just under the brim of his battered straw cowboy hat, she felt a surge of excitement and anticipation. Since meeting him, she’d somehow become enthralled with the idea of living dangerously.

      Shannon grabbed the bag of cookies and let it dangle from her fingers as she stepped to the ground. When she answered him, her tone was as direct as his. “Oh? You’re accepting neighborly visits, then?”

      Luke stopped in front of her and rested his hands on his waist as his gaze shifted from her to the bag and back again. “That depends. Are you the local welcoming committee today?”

      “No, just one neighbor calling on another.”

      Luke stripped his gloves off and stuck them in his back pocket, then took the bag and extracted a couple of cookies. As he did so, he gave her an assessing glance. “What else do neighbors do to help each other out around here?”

      She knew intuitively that he was testing her. She lifted her chin. “Whatever needs to be done. Last year, Joe McAdam helped my mom load and sell some cattle after she fell and hurt her back.” Shannon smiled ruefully. “My mom’s a little bit accident prone.” She didn’t know why she’d added the last part, except it wouldn’t hurt for him to begin seeing his neighbors as real people.

      He bit into a cookie and chewed it thoughtfully, then held it away and gave it an appreciative look. “You make these?”

      “Yes. With my nephew’s help.”

      He took another bite, chewed and swallowed. “Had any experience in mending fences?”

      Shannon blinked. “Are you kidding? I’m one of three girls. We had no brothers, so our dad depended on us to help out.” She offered him a tentative smile. “You got some fence that needs mending?”

      His gaze went from her to cookies and back again. “Can you mend fence as well as you bake cookies?”

      “Better.”

      As she had on her last visit, she glimpsed a flicker of humor in his eyes. She felt her heart begin a slow, heavy beat of excitement. She wanted to encourage that spark of humor.

      “Does your boss know you’re here?” he asked.

      “Of course.” That wasn’t strictly true. She’d left a list of the places she was going that day, but Wiley probably wouldn’t bother to read it. However, she wasn’t responsible for his negligence.

      “And he doesn’t mind that you’re wasting your time?”

      She shrugged. “It’s my time to waste.”

      “Honey, it’s really the government’s time.”

      “Visiting the ranchers and offering my assistance is part of my job,” she answered in a careless tone. “I’m only doing my job.”

      Luke munched another cookie while he considered. “Since you’re determined to help me out even though I don’t need your help, and you keep showing up here, why don’t you put your money where your mouth is and work with me today?”

      His tone told her he thought she couldn’t do it—just as he thought she couldn’t catch and saddle her own horse when she’d been here before.

      She smiled. “I’d love to. After all, what are neighbors for?”

      “I’ve often wondered.” He turned away. “Come on. If you’re here to help, let’s get to work.” He glanced back. “And bring the cookies.”

      With a laugh, Shannon locked the truck after she grabbed her gloves, her lunch and the two-liter bottle of water she’d brought. She could see that his truck was already loaded with tools, cedar posts, staples and wire. Afraid that he might change his mind and decide to leave without her in spite of what he had said, she dashed after him.

      When she arrived at the truck in a rush, he glanced up. “Did you think I’d leave without you?”

      Color flared into her cheeks, but her eyes sparkled at him as she opened the truck door. “Considering how reluctant you are to take me along, yes. Just remember, you invited me.”

      “I remember.”

      “Don’t try to back out of it.”

      “Let’s hope you figure out pretty quick that I’m a man of my word, or our future dealings won’t be worth much.”

      Future dealings? That was a big jump from the way he’d shown her the door the last time she’d called. Shannon gave him a swift glance and wondered if he realized what he’d said.

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