A Hero To Count On. Linda Turner

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      Rainey and Buck came in later that evening. Except for Priscilla, the family was finally together again. It didn’t take Katherine long to realize that coming to Colorado had been the right decision, after all. Over the course of the next few days, she fell into a routine of having meals with the family, then retreating to quiet, private areas of the ranch to work on her illustrations. For the most part, she thought she was doing quite well. She’d gotten her emotions under control, and if she cried, it was only when she was alone in bed at night.

      She hid it well—or so she thought—until she was forced to face the truth one morning at the breakfast table. “You’ve been crying again,” Buck said flatly.

      “I have not!”

      “And you’re losing weight,” Elizabeth added with a frown. “You need to eat more than an apple for breakfast.”

      “I do! I had—”

      “Toast,” Rainey finished for her when she hesitated. “One lousy piece of toast. That’s not enough to keep a bird alive.”

      “I’ve never been a big eater…”

      “Oh, really?” Elizabeth retorted. “It seems to me that I remember someone eating an entire batch of scones with butter and honey. And then there’s Mother’s recipe for braised lamb. You used to eat three servings!”

      “I did not! It was—”

      “Four,” Buck said with a quick grin. “I distinctly remember.”

      Trapped, knowing her siblings’ memories were every bit as sharp as her own, she laughed. “All right. So I have a weakness for braised lamb and hot scones—”

      “You mean biscuits,” John teased.

      “They were made and eaten in England,” she said loftily. “That makes them scones.”

      “And you ate a whole pan of them?” Hunter said with a lazy grin. Seated across the breakfast table from her, he surveyed her with new respect. “I’m impressed. Who knew a skinny little thing like you could eat so much?”

      Her chin jutted up at that. “I’m not skinny. I just have a high metabolism.”

      “Yeah, right,” he chuckled.

      When she gave him a narrow-eyed look that would have sent a lesser man scurrying for cover, Elizabeth quickly jumped into the conversation. “I think you need to get out more, circulate, meet people. We should have a party.”

      “And introduce her to all the jerks who’ve been trying to drive us off the ranch?” Buck drawled. “I don’t think so.”

      “Good,” Katherine retorted. “I don’t want a party.”

      “How about a dating service?” Rainey suggested. “An online one would give you the chance to meet someone from other areas.”

      “No!”

      “It could be fun,” Hunter pointed out. “If you like losers—”

      “Hunter!”

      “Stop that!”

      “Just because someone uses a dating service doesn’t mean they’re a loser.”

      Hardly hearing the defense of her family, Katherine frowned at him in irritation. She didn’t know what it was about him that rubbed her the wrong way, but every time their eyes met, he knew just what to say to raise her hackles. And he knew exactly what he was doing. The knowledge was right there in his laughing eyes.

      Sitting back in her chair, she surveyed him with a frown. “When are you leaving? Surely it’s time for you to move on to your job in California. If you like, I can help you pack.”

      Far from offended, he only grinned. “I don’t know. I kind of like it here. I thought I might stay awhile, if that’s okay.”

      When she gave him a withering look, John said dryly, “This is great. One big, happy family. Don’t you just love it?”