Название: Rodeo Rancher
Автор: Mary Sullivan
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Rodeo, Montana
isbn: 9781474067393
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DAMN. SAMANTHA LOOKED good in his clothes. They weren’t the least bit feminine, but she made them so...and that was a problem.
Michael turned away from her to open the fridge door, resisting even the faintest hint of awareness.
“We do need to cook,” he finally said in answer to her question. Lighten up, Moreno.
He might not be able to control the situation, but he could control his reaction to it. “It’s better to have the food cooked before we lose power. It’ll keep longer than raw.”
“What’s all the meat for?”
“Chicken soup and meat loaf. The kids like both.”
“My boys would like that, too.”
So they weren’t vegetarians like her? Strange.
He got the proteins out of the fridge.
“That’s a lot of ground beef,” she said.
“I was going to make a couple of loaves. I’m not much of a cook, but I can handle the basics.”
“Would you mind if I check your cupboards to see what else there is?”
He spread one arm wide. “Have at it.”
He stood back, leaned against the doorjamb and crossed his arms while he waited.
He didn’t like having her in his kitchen, but maybe she could come up with more ideas to feed six people with his supplies.
She dived into the task, surprising him with what excited her. A tin of black beans nearly sent her into raptures. He almost smiled.
“You have spaghetti and canned tomato sauce. Your spices look old, but we can try to jazz it up a bit. How about one meat loaf and a pot of Bolognese?”
“We’re having bologna?” Mick asked. He stood behind Michael with the other children.
Samantha spun around. “Bolognese. Basically, beef sauce for spaghetti.”
Why didn’t she just say so? Awkward and unsophisticated beside her with her fancy words for meat sauce, he bristled.
“We’re hungry,” Mick said.
“You keep checking out the food,” Michael told Samantha. “I’ll make snacks.” He gave them cheese strings and granola bars.
“They need a fruit or veggie with that.”
He knew how to feed children, for God’s sake. He had two of them. The woman didn’t seem to notice that she’d butted in. She insisted they have apple slices spread with peanut butter. Health freak.
Not a bad idea, though. They carried their snacks to Mick’s bedroom.
She rummaged through his cupboards again.
“Barley!” she squealed.
“You get excited about strange things,” he said.
“I can use it to make a vegetarian soup for myself.”
He cocked his head. “You said your sons eat anything. Aren’t they vegetarians, too?”
“No. I’ve told them my philosophy, but they can eat what they want and make their own choices when they’re old enough. They eat all of my food, but if anyone offers meat, they eat that, too.”
Hell of a way to go about it. He taught his children his values and he expected them to follow. He didn’t give them choices.
He shrugged and moved on. No skin off his nose if she was a screwball parent.
“What are you comfortable making?” he asked.
“I love cooking soups. Do you want to make the meat loaf with half the ground beef and brown the rest for the spaghetti sauce?”
“Suits me fine.”
While he focused on the meat, she started pulling out every vegetable in his crisper—cabbage, carrots and celery.
“Do you have potatoes?”
“I’ll get them. How many do you want?”
“As many as you have.”
“I’ve got ten pounds.”
While she digested that, she chewed her bottom lip. “An entire bag?”
“Close to it.”
“There are six of us. Should we use half of them to make mashed potatoes to go with the meat loaf and bake the rest?”
“Yeah. We can always eat them cold tomorrow if need be.”
He stored the bag at the top of the stairs to the basement. He retrieved it and also snagged a rutabaga and a bag of onions.
He returned to the kitchen and came up short. It was strange to see a woman there and even stranger that he had to pass close to her to get to his own counter.
Careful not to touch her, he sidled past, feeling her heat nonetheless.
It was going to be a long night.
She asked, “Are you sure you’ll have enough food? We’re three extra mouths.”
Without a word, he opened the freezer door. Loaves of bread filled half of the space, with plenty of meat crowding the other.
“Living this far from town, I’m always prepared.”
“Hey!” she declared, reaching in as though she’d found a treasure. “Look at all of this spinach. Awesome! You said the kids didn’t eat greens.”
“For some weird reason, Mick likes the frozen stuff, so I keep plenty on hand.”
“May I use it?”
“Of course.”
They worked side by side for an eternity, or so it seemed to Michael. Every time he had to pass her to get into the fridge, or to retrieve a pot from a low cupboard, he held his breath.
She was almost as tall as him, maybe only a couple of inches shorter. He wasn’t used to that. Lillian had been a little bit of a thing.
The first time they brushed arms, he just about jumped out of his skin.
He wasn’t the skittish type, not usually. He might not be attracted to this woman, despite her beauty, but he also wasn’t used to having a woman in his kitchen. Other than Lillian’s friend Karen, that is, who came around more often than he liked under the guise of helping СКАЧАТЬ