Totally Texan. Mary Baxter Lynn

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СКАЧАТЬ guess they did,” Kelly admitted in a meek voice.

      “Let’s just hope, for the sake of gals still chasing him, that his pride is just burned and not charred.”

      “Ruth, I’m going to strangle you when I see you.”

      Her cousin’s giggles increased.

      “You’re making me feel awful.”

      “Honey, don’t worry about it,” Ruth said. “Grant’s a survivor. He’ll be fine. He may never come back in the shop, but hey, that’s the way it goes. Other than emptying hot coffee in customers’ laps, how’s business?”

      Later, after they had talked at length about the shop, Kelly finally made her way back into the kitchen, then heard a knock on the door. She stopped midstride, then turned around and headed back to the living room. Frowning, she opened the door, only to receive the shock of her life. Her mouth gaped open.

      Grant stood on the porch with flowers in hand.

      Before he said anything, she felt his gaze roam over her.

      She tried to swallow, but it seemed her tongue had grown too large and was about to choke her.

      “It’s obvious you’re not expecting company.” He shifted his feet. “But may I come in, anyway?”

      Three

      Kelly felt her breath grow shallow. Of course he couldn’t come in. There was no reason for him to be here. Certainly no reason for him to come in.

      Yet she continued to stand with the door open, her common sense beginning to crack. Surely she wasn’t going to give in to this insanity.

      She wasn’t even dressed, for heaven’s sake. She had nothing on under her robe, but at least it was made of thick terry cloth, impossible to see through.

      Grant cocked his head and grinned. “These flowers are sure hankering for some water. I don’t know how much longer they’re going to survive.”

      Kelly shook her head and smiled. “I noticed they are a little droopy.”

      “See, I knew we were bound to agree on something.”

      She gave him an exasperated look. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re full of it?”

      “Yep,” he said.

      That nonchalant honesty was followed by a chuckle, a deep belly chuckle that sent Kelly’s already hammering pulse skyrocketing. It amazed her that this man aroused her sexual nature where others hadn’t. And not from their lack of trying, either.

      Even so, she hadn’t looked at men through any eyes except passive ones for a long time.

      So why was he different?

      Kelly didn’t know. For more reasons than one—none of which she cared to analyze, especially with him camped on Ruth’s porch as if his boots had been embedded in concrete—he frightened her.

      “How ’bout I promise just to stay long enough for you to put the posies in water.” It wasn’t a question, though his raised eyebrows made it one.

      Realizing her common sense had deserted her, Kelly stood back and gestured with her hand.

      Grinning, Grant removed his hat and, in two long strides, was across the threshold. Kelly closed the door and followed him, managing to keep a safe distance between them, but giving him a once-over in the process.

      Not only did he look great in another pair of faded jeans and a blue T-shirt that exactly matched his eyes, but his height and the broadness of his shoulders seemed to dwarf the room, making it much too small for both of them.

      With her pulse still hammering much harder than it should have been, Kelly wanted to move farther away, but knew it wouldn’t do any good. There was no place to go that would put enough space between them.

      “Got a vase?” he asked, that grin still in place.

      “Uh, I’m sure Ruth has one around here somewhere.”

      “Maybe you ought to go and look.”

      A short tense silence followed, before she stated, “Maybe I should.”

      He chuckled again. “Hey, I’m harmless. Really and truly.”

      Kelly raised her eyebrows and smiled. Sure you are—like a rattlesnake on a mission. The cure for that was to keep her wits sharpened. She reached for the flowers. “Have a seat while I look for a vase.”

      “Sure you don’t need any help?” he asked, handing them to her.

      “I’m sure,” she said, with more sharpness than she intended. But jeez, this man was getting under her skin, and the worst part about it, she was giving him carte blanche to let that happen, especially when she knew he’d deliberately let his hand graze hers. Light though the touch was, it left her quivering with awareness.

      She finally located a vase, filled it with water and crammed the flowers into it. She then made her way back into the living room, setting the vase on a nearby table. He was bending over the fireplace, stoking the dying embers of the fire back to life.

      No question he did have one cute rear end. And right now, she was privy to staring at it without his knowledge Then, realizing what she was doing and the track her mind was taking, she shook her head violently and said, “Thanks for the flowers.”

      He straightened and whipped around, his gaze narrowed on her. For a long moment, their eyes met and held. Finally Grant’s gaze slid away, and she breathed a sigh of relief. His being here was simply not going to work if she didn’t get control of her scattered emotions. God, she was acting like a teenager in the grip of hormones, for heaven’s sake.

      “It’s a peace offering,” he said, rubbing a chin that had the beginnings of a five o’clock shadow, which only added to his attractiveness.

      “If that’s the case, then I should be showing up on your doorstep.”

      “Actually, it was just an excuse to see you again.” He paused and looked directly at her. “Any problem with that?”

      Yes! “You certainly don’t mince words,” she said, stalling for time. Now was the perfect opportunity to tell him she wasn’t interested in him, or any man, for that matter. Instead, she heard herself say, “Do you want to sit down?”

      “I’d like nothing better, but are you sure that’s what you want?”

      “No,” she said in a slightly unsteady voice, “I’m not sure of anything right now.”

      He plopped down on the sofa and concentrated on the fire while she sat on the edge of the chair adjacent. “I didn’t offer you anything to drink,” she said inanely.

      “A beer would be nice.”

      She stood. “Ruth has some in the fridge.”

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