Alaskan Hideaway. Beth Carpenter

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СКАЧАТЬ when he picked up Blossom yesterday. That hint of cowboy drawl was gone, and he was back to his formal voice. She couldn’t imagine what she’d done to upset him, after helping him with his eagle, picking up wire to fix his fence and rescuing his dog from traffic. Maybe he was embarrassed about the dog getting out. Or maybe he was just moody.

      Whatever his reasons, she had better things to do with her time than spend it with a bad-tempered hermit. She’d be better off staying far away from him. And yet, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Ursula sighed. Who was she kidding? She’d seen his pain. She could no more walk away from him than she could have left the eagle in the fence to die. And just like with the eagle, if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get hurt.

      â€œUrsula. Your friend Mac is here to see you.” The lilt in her voice made it clear Catherine would be demanding details later. Ursula crossed to the door.

      Mac stood on the porch, holding what looked like the local grocer’s entire stock of mixed flowers. “Hi. Do you have a minute to talk?”

      â€œI’ll just go see about those brownies,” Catherine murmured. “Come on, Blossom. I’ll bet we could find you a dog biscuit.”

      â€œCome in.” Ursula stepped back from the door to allow Mac inside.

      He handed her the cellophane-wrapped bundles. “For you.”

      Ursula gathered the three, no, four bouquets in her arms. “Thank you, but why are you bringing me flowers?”

      â€œI want to apologize.” Actually, from the pained expression on his face, the last thing he wanted was to apologize, but he was doing it anyway. This should be good.

      â€œCome with me.” Ursula led him through the maze of tables and power cords littering the living room.

      â€œWhat’s going on?”

      â€œA quilt retreat. Twice a year, Catherine and a dozen or so of her friends reserve the whole inn and spend the weekend sewing. It’s a lot of fun.”

      â€œDo you quilt?”

      â€œI dabble, but I’m not a serious quilter like these ladies. My job is to keep everyone fed and happy.” Ursula gestured for him to sit on the couch near the fireplace and laid the flowers in a basket on the coffee table. She sat in a chair directly across from him and leaned forward. “Okay, shoot.”

      â€œShoot what?”

      â€œThe apology. You said you wanted to apologize. I’m ready.”

      He chuckled. “You’re not making this easy.”

      â€œWell, I’m curious exactly what you’re apologizing for. Blocking access to the ski trails without giving me notice? Siccing your dog on me? Threatening to have me arrested for trespassing? If it involves this many flowers, it must be serious.”

      â€œActually, none of those things. Well, all those things, but they’re not the main reason I’m here.” He took a long breath. “I was rude to you yesterday because I blamed you for something of which I’ve since learned you were innocent.”

      She raised an eyebrow. “Say again?”

      â€œYesterday. When I found your note that you had the dog.” He explained, and as he talked, Ursula started to smile. By the time he’d finished, she was laughing out loud.

      â€œYou really thought I’d sneaked into your house and kidnapped your dog just so I could bug you about the right-of-way.” She shook her head. “You have some imagination.”

      â€œOccupational hazard, I suppose.”

      â€œWhat occupation is that?”

      â€œI’m a writer.”

      â€œAre you? That’s exciting. What do you write?”

      â€œThrillers.”

      â€œAh. I don’t read a lot of those. Too scary. I would have thought growing up on a ranch, you’d write Westerns.”

      Mac shook his head. “No. Growing up on a ranch means I know too much to write pretty little stories about cowboys.”

      â€œThat bad?”

      â€œNo.” He paused and just for a moment his gaze went past her toward some remembered place. “Rather wonderful actually. It was losing the ranch that was hard. My dad never really got over it. He died young. They both did.” He gave a sudden smile. “But I didn’t come to talk about myself. I came to say I’m sorry.”

      â€œI accept your apology.”

      â€œGood. Well then, if I can find my dog, I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”

      â€œI’ll get her.” She gathered up the bouquets before starting for the kitchen. “Thank you for the flowers. They’re lovely.”

      â€œI’m glad you like them. Thank you for delivering the eagle and picking up the fencing wire. And for your patience.”

      â€œYou’re welcome. See you around.” Before she could get to the kitchen, the door opened and Blossom ran past her to Mac.

      Catherine followed, carrying a tray. “Mac, take one of these brownies before you go. Ursula made them. She’s a fantastic cook.”

      â€œYes, I know.” Mac nodded before accepting a brownie and taking his leave.

      Ursula carried the flowers into the kitchen. She was on a step stool, retrieving vases from the highest shelves when Catherine bustled in. “So what was that all about?”

      Ursula grabbed a ceramic jar and set it on the counter before answering. “You mean you weren’t standing in the kitchen with your ear pressed against the door?”

      â€œI was but he didn’t talk loud enough. Spill. Why are good-looking men bringing you bucket loads of flowers?”

      Ursula shrugged. “It was one man and who knows why he does what he does?”

      â€œSo you admit he’s good-looking.”

      â€œHe is. He’s also my new neighbor.”

      â€œMaybe he wants to be more than your neighbor.”

      â€œJust the opposite, I think.” Ursula stepped down. “He’s bribing me to leave him alone.”

      â€œIf that were true, wouldn’t he have brought a cactus?”

      Ursula laughed and filled the vases with water. “He’s as prickly as a cactus, but it seems his overachieving conscience won’t let him get away with being rude. Thus, the flowers. Now that СКАЧАТЬ