The Cowboy Way: A Creed in Stone Creek / Part Time Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      Steven still looked troubled, but Melissa could tell that he wanted to take her up on the offer, too, and that knowledge did funny things to her heart.

      “How else are you going to get to know people in Stone Creek,” Melissa urged, starting toward the door as though supper were a done deal, “if you don’t let them feed you? It’s the way we country folks do things, you know. Your best bull dies? We feed you. Your house burns down? We feed you. Not that being new in town falls into that kind of category—”

      Why was she rattling on like this, making an idiot of herself?

      At last, Steven made a decision. “Okay, six o’clock,” he said. “Can we bring anything?”

      Matt let out a whoop of delight, and the dog joined the celebration with a happy bark.

      “Just bring yourselves,” Melissa said.

      Steven, Matt and the dog followed her out into the brightness of afternoon. Splotches of silver and gold sunlight danced and flickered on the waters of the creek as they burbled by.

      A smile flashed in Steven’s eyes when Melissa tossed her purse and clipboard into the passenger seat of her roadster.

      “That’s some ride,” he said. “I was admiring it earlier.”

      The remark seemed oddly personal, as though he’d commented on the shape of her backside or the curve of her breasts or the scent of her hair.

      And Melissa was immensely pleased.

      “Thanks,” she replied, her tone modest, her cheeks warm.

      “One question, though,” Steven went on, opening the door of the ginormous blue truck parked next to the roadster. The dog went in first, then the little boy, who submitted fretfully to being fastened into a safety seat. Melissa waited for the question to come.

      Steven didn’t ask it until he’d shut the truck door again and turned to face her. “Where exactly do you live?”

      Their toes were practically touching; Melissa breathed in the green-grass, sun-dried laundry smell of him, felt dizzy.

      “I’ve never been very good at giving directions,” she said, when she thought she could talk without sounding weird. “Why don’t you follow me over right now? That way, when you come back later, you’ll know the way.”

      “Okay,” Steven said, with a little nod. His expression, though, had turned serious again. “I still think you’ve been painted into a corner here, Melissa, because you didn’t want to hurt Matt’s feelings about all of us having supper together, and while I certainly appreciate that, I’m not real comfortable with the idea of imposing on you, especially on short notice.”

      “It’s only one meal,” she pointed out.

      If it was “only one meal,” another part of her mind wanted to know, why was her heart beating so hard and so fast? Why was her breath shallow and why, pray tell, did she feel all warm and melty in places where she had no damn business feeling all warm and melty?

      Steven was quiet, absorbing her answer.

      It was disturbing for Melissa to realize that she even liked watching this man think.

      “You’re right,” he said at last, with a sigh that was all the more wicked for its boyish innocence. “It’s only supper. We’ll be there at six.”

      “Good,” Melissa said, wondering exactly when—and how—she’d lost her reason. Hadn’t she been down this same road with Dan Guthrie a few years ago?

      Dan, the sexy rancher, widowed father of two charming little boys.

      Dan, the patient, fiery lover who’d turned her inside out in his bed on the nights when they managed to have the house to themselves.

      Dan, who’d finally dumped her, in no uncertain terms, claiming she couldn’t commit to a serious relationship, and had taken up with a waitress named Holly, from over in Indian Rock?

      Dan and Holly were married now. Expecting a baby.

      And the little boys Melissa had come to love like her own children called Holly Mom.

      Inwardly, she took a step back from Steven Creed, and he seemed to know it, because a shadow fell across his eyes and, for just a millisecond, a muscle bunched in his jaw. He wanted to lodge a protest, she guessed, having sensed her sudden reticence, but he didn’t know what about.

      “Follow me,” Melissa said, in the voice of a sleepwalker.

      Steven sighed, like a man who thought better of the idea but couldn’t think of an alternative, and nodded.

      Melissa drove slowly from the parking lot of Creekside Academy, out onto the main road, and straight into Stone Creek.

      Every few moments, she checked her rearview, and the big blue truck was back there each time, Steven an indiscernible shadow at the wheel.

      You just want to sleep with him, Melissa accused herself silently. And what does that say about your character?

      Melissa squared her shoulders and answered the accusation out loud, since there was no one else in the roadster to overhear. “It says that I’m a natural woman, with red blood flowing through my veins,” she replied.

      You’ll start caring for Steven Creed. Worse, you’ll start caring for Matt. It’s a case of burn me once, shame on you, burn me twice, shame on me.

      Have you forgotten how much it hurt, losing Dan and the boys? It was like losing your mom and dad all over again, wasn’t it?

      “Oh, shut up,” Melissa said. “I’m serving the man supper, not a night of steamy sex.” She sighed. She could really have used a night of steamy sex. “And the joke’s on you. I already care for Matt.”

      You need a child of your own. Not a substitute.

      “Didn’t I ask you to shut up?” Melissa countered, almost forgetting to stop at a sign.

      Sure enough, Tom Parker’s cruiser slipped in between her car and Steven’s truck, lights whirling. The siren gave an irritating little whine, for good measure.

      As if she wouldn’t have noticed him back there.

      Swearing, Melissa kept driving the half block to her own house, and parked.

      “Did you see that stop sign?” Tom asked cordially, climbing out of the squad car. His dog, Elvis, rode in the passenger seat. In Stone Creek, Elvis counted as backup.

      “Yes,” Melissa said tersely, “and I stopped for it.”

      “Just barely,” Tom pointed out, glancing back at Steven’s rig.

      Melissa watched as the flashy blue truck, which probably sucked up enough gas for four or five cars to run on, drew up alongside her roadster, and the front passenger-side window buzzed down.

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