McKettrick's Choice. Linda Miller Lael
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Название: McKettrick's Choice
Автор: Linda Miller Lael
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Зарубежные любовные романы
isbn: 9781408953259
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He stood in the middle of the room, taking it all in. “I’ve seen worse,” he said, and made his way past a variety of obstacles to take hold of the rusted chimney. Before Lorelei could say a word, he’d pulled out the section between the stovetop and the ceiling. A shower of cold ash, dust and soot rained down on both of them.
Lorelei was about to protest when he grinned at her, fair taking her breath away, and carried the stove pipe outside. She followed, dusting off debris from her slept-in dress as she went.
Raul had a fire going on the creek bank, and Angelina went inside, smirking a little as she swept past Lorelei. When she came out, she was carrying the coffeepot and a canister.
Holt raised the stove pipe on end and gave it a couple of good thumps on the ground. Dust, twigs, broken egg shells and a couple of dead mice landed in a heap at his feet. Covered in soot and ash, he looked damnably pleased with himself.
Lorelei felt her heart soften and firmed it right up by an act of will.
Whistling, Holt went back into the house, the dog on his heels.
Fickle creature, Lorelei thought. She’d fed that hound every night for two years, and here he was following a stranger around.
Holt came out again, carrying the broom. Without so much as a glance in Lorelei’s direction, he climbed to the roof, using the ends of the logs for footholds, tested the shingles with one foot and then proceeded to stand upright and pull the chimney free.
Lorelei realized she was holding her breath and drew in some air.
Taking up the broom again, Holt turned the bristle side up and jammed the handle into the hole.
Dust billowed out the front door.
Sorrowful barked joyously.
Holt replaced the chimney, tossed the broom to the ground, and started down. Sorrowful thought it was a game, took the broom handle in his teeth and ran madly around in a circle with it.
“Fool dog,” Holt said affectionately, tousling the animal’s misshapen ears as he passed.
Lorelei had to smile, but she told herself it was the dog’s antics that made her feel suddenly and inexplicably happy. Nothing whatsoever to do with Holt McKettrick.
She followed him into the cabin, watched as he put the stovepipe back in place.
“That ought to do it, he said, dusting his hands together. He was filthy, covered in grime, and there were little twigs in his hair.
“Look at this mess,” Lorelei fretted.
“You’re welcome,” Holt said.
Sorrowful tried to come inside, but he was still holding the broom handle in his teeth, and it thumped against the door frame, stopping him at the threshold. He looked abashed when several subsequent attempts failed.
Lorelei laughed, and so did Holt.
She went to the door and relieved Sorrowful of the broom. Feeling suddenly shy, she did the obvious thing and began to sweep.
To her surprise, Holt stopped her, gripping the handle.
“Lorelei,” he said quietly. “Go home. There’s trouble coming at you from two directions.”
She looked up into his handsome, earnest face and remembered their conversation at the cemetery behind St. Ambrose’s. He’d been putting yellow roses on a grave when she caught sight of him, his head bowed, but for poor Olivia, it was too little, too late. Holt’s abandoned mistress had been left to raise a child alone—his child—on a dressmaker’s wages.
She’d best not let herself get too taken with this man, Lorelei admonished herself. He might be engaging, and competent, but in the most important sense, he was no better than Creighton.
“Are you threatening me, Mr. McKettrick?”
“Threatening you?” he echoed, in furious amazement.
She stiffened. “This is my land. If you and Mr. Templeton can’t make peace, you’ll have to fight around me.”
“COFFEE’S READY,” Angelina said, from the doorway. The air was charged inside that cabin, and she supposed she should just back away, but something compelled her to stay.
Mr. McKettrick had been holding on to the broom handle. Now, he let it go with a thrusting motion.
The yellow dog whimpered.
“I can’t stay,” McKettrick said, glaring into Lorelei’s pink and stubborn face. “I’ve got a cattle ranch to run.”
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