Montana Hearts. Charlotte Carter

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      Sarah winced at the number of calories he was planning to consume and couldn’t even calculate how many of those calories would be from fat. If she ate all of that, the calories would either go directly to her thighs or her arteries. In either case, they’d probably give her a heart attack.

      She took a bite of her dry turkey sandwich and realized that on some rebellious level she envied the man.

      The man who, impossibly, shockingly, seemed to be the Kurt Ryder who had lost his wife in a deadly car crash in Washington just over a year ago.

      The man who had donated his wife’s organs to total strangers to save their lives. Including Sarah’s life, based on her research.

      The turkey turned to sawdust in her mouth. Her hand trembled and tears of gratitude welled in her eyes. She put the sandwich back on her plate.

      Had God sent her here, to this diner, to meet Kurt Ryder?

      She didn’t know what to do. How to act. She hadn’t made specific plans when she impulsively left Seattle to come here. She didn’t know what to say.

      In the mirror behind the prep service area, she saw he had taken off his hat, leaving a sweat line that darkened his saddle-brown hair.

      Ruggedly good-looking, he had a broad forehead and square jaw. His firm lips were drawn in a straight line that looked as though they’d forgotten how to smile. Sun-burnished squint lines fanned out from his eyes. Even more impressive than his appearance was the way he carried himself, strong and solid, as elemental as the land where he lived.

      He looked up, and for a moment their eyes met in the mirror. A shimmer of awareness, like ripples in a pond, danced down Sarah’s spine.

      She fought to control her expression. To remain neutral in the face of his compelling presence and the deep sorrow she saw in his eyes, the grief that had etched lines in his deeply tanned face.

      She broke the connection and studiously focused on her sandwich, although her appetite had vanished.

      He’d lost a wife in that accident. His two children, a boy and a girl, had lost a mother. In her search for her donor family, she’d followed the story, his story and his children’s in the Seattle newspaper archives.

      Sarah struggled to hold back the tears of empathy she had shed when she first read of his loss. The sweet taste of her tea was replaced by the bitter knowledge of death and grief.

      Bonnie Sue delivered his cheeseburger and fries, and refilled his coffee. “How’re your kids doing?”

      He took a bite of cheeseburger and talked around it. “Beth’s acting like a teenager, Toby’s all boy, and they’re both driving me and my mother-in-law crazy.”

      Chuckling, Bonnie Sue said, “Yeah, makes you wonder some days why anybody has kids.”

      “You got that right. In fact, you know of anybody who’d like a job as a housekeeper for the summer? I’m going to have to do something. I think it’s all getting to be too much for Grace. With the kids out of school for the summer…” He shrugged. “Having them around all the time gets overwhelming for her.”

      Sarah tried not to eavesdrop, but that was impossible. He was sitting too close to her, his voice a smooth baritone that held a heavy note of weariness.

      “Don’t know of anybody offhand,” Bonnie Sue said.

      “I’ll keep you in mind though.”

      He thanked her with a wave of his hand and she went off to refill the coffee mugs of the two men in the booth.

      A moment later, Kurt said, “Excuse me. Could you slide that ketchup down this way?”

      Sarah started. She hadn’t expected—

      She found the ketchup behind the napkin holder and slid it in his direction.

      “Thanks.” He gave the bottle a couple of hard shakes and virtually covered his fries with ketchup.

      “I sure hope you like lots of ketchup on your fries.”

      The corner of his lips lifted with the hint of a smile, just enough that Sarah’s heart did a pleasant little flutter.

      He picked up a drenched French fry and popped it in his mouth. “That your hybrid car parked out front?”

      “Yes.” As nearly as Sarah could tell, everyone in this town drove pickup trucks, most with rifles mounted across the back window.

      “Looks more like a toy than a car.”

      “I’m getting almost fifty miles per gallon on the highway,” she countered.

      “Hmm…” He arrowed another fry into his mouth, and licked the extra ketchup off his lips with his tongue.

      “You’d probably have trouble stuffing a bale of hay in the back.”

      “I don’t know. I’ve never tried.” His implied criticism of her car annoyed her. She didn’t need a truck, certainly not in Seattle. “It may look small, but you’d be surprised how much it can carry.”

      He eyed her in a thoroughly masculine fashion, which brought heat to her face.

      “If you say so,” he drawled in his deep baritone voice.

      He returned his attention to his burger and fries, leaving Sarah feeling slightly breathless and surprisingly intrigued by the man.

      Within minutes, he’d finished his meal, while she’d only made it through half a sandwich. He put some money on the counter and picked up his hat.

      “Nice talkin’ to you.” He touched the brim of his Stetson and sauntered out the door.

      In spite of herself, Sarah exhaled in relief.

      Bonnie came over to pick up his cash and the dirty dishes.

      “He’s something else, isn’t he?” she said, putting the ketchup bottle back where it belonged. “When he lost his wife, I’d never seen a man so stricken. And his two kids.” She shook her head. “A real shame, that’s what it was. He could sure use all the help he can get.”

      Sarah glanced out the front window. Kurt had parked across the street, a black extended-cab pickup. He stood talking with another man, one hand resting on the open window of his truck.

      “Do you think he really wants to hire a house keeper?” she asked.

      “I imagine so. Grace Livingston, his mother-in-law, is still grieving. Can’t get over losing her only child. I don’t expect trying to take care of Kurt’s two kids is easy at her age.”

      Sarah waited for a full minute, trying to decide what to do. Taking a chance warred with her fear of hurting people who had given her so much. She’d come here to help the Ryder family. Had she just been presented with a way to do that?

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