Rodeo Rancher. Mary Sullivan

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      Earlier, when she’d pulled her sweater up over her hair for Lily’s benefit, she’d revealed a trim waist and perfectly tanned tight flesh. His libido had performed a tap dance worthy of Gene Kelly.

      It had been two and a half years since he’d been with a woman. Once Lillian had become too weak for intimacy, all he’d done was hold her.

      Maybe sometime in the two years since her death he should have slept with a woman. But who? This was a small town. Everyone knew everyone else and all of their business.

      He suspected the town might already think he and Karen were having relations, even though he’d been careful to set boundaries there.

      Did his physical discomfort matter? In the space of a silly heartbeat, Samantha had won over his daughter. That had been clear when Lily had whispered, for his ears only after that trick with her hair, “I like her, Daddy.”

      That was good enough for him, even if he did find her ditzy and too beautiful.

      She puzzled him. Without a speck of self-consciousness, she’d messed up her own hair, just to break the ice with Lily.

      In his experience, beautiful women cared too much about their appearances. His mother had. So had his baby sister.

      Michael strengthened his defenses and set his confusion aside. The power could go out at any time and there was a lot to do.

      Between the two of them, they managed to make the meat loaf and put together one pot of chicken soup and another of spaghetti sauce.

      Samantha had made a small pot of barley soup for herself and had used the steak to make a larger one of beef and barley.

      Michael had also boiled and mashed potatoes—more potatoes than he’d seen in one place since he was a child with his mom, dad and Angela around.

      “Oh,” Samantha breathed, breaking into his thoughts of the past. Good thing. He didn’t want to go there.

      “I just had a thought,” she said.

      “What?”

      “If the power goes out and we have to conserve diesel, how will we heat this up? How will we cook the pasta?”

      “Camping equipment on the fireplace. I have a kerosene camp stove I can use on the back porch as well as a barbecue I can cook just about anything on.”

      Samantha looked curious and engaged, as though the details truly interested her. “How about if I make things easier by boiling the spaghetti now and mixing it with the sauce? Then we can reheat in one pot.”

      Opening the door of the refrigerator, she said, “I saw some Monterey Jack in here. I can add cheese to the pot to make it tasty.”

      “Sure. Lily will like that. She loves that cheese.”

      She stopped what she was doing and became pensive. Seemed out of character for the woman. “Oh. It’s Lily’s cheese. Okay, let’s leave it for her.”

      She put it back into the fridge almost reverently.

      “She won’t mind if you use it,” Michael insisted.

      Her smile looked a little sad. “I’d like it to be hers.”

      Weird. What was wrong with the woman? Lily wasn’t going to die if she couldn’t have a piece of cheese.

      She seemed adamant, so Michael reached past her for the cheese, calling, “Lily, come here.”

      Samantha’s perfume floated around him like a soft cloud. He held his breath, grabbed the cheese and backed away from her.

      Lily ran into the kitchen, cheeks flushed.

      “What, Daddy? Hurry. I have to play.”

      “Your Monterey Jack cheese. You okay if we use it in some spaghetti sauce or should we leave it for you to eat?”

      “S’ghetti sauce!” She turned and ran to the back of the house.

      “You have permission. Use it,” he ordered, dropping it into Samantha’s hands.

      “Okay.”

      “You like children? Especially girls?”

      Her lips twisted, her smile rueful. “Oh, I do. I really do. I wish I’d had one. Don’t get me wrong,” she rushed on. “I love my boys to heaven and back. I wouldn’t trade them for anything. They are my heart. I do like little girls, though. I guess I just relate to them.”

      What had that sadness been about with the cheese and Lily? Somehow he didn’t think she would have reacted in the same way had it been Mick’s cheese.

      He didn’t want that kind of curiosity about her. The less he knew about the woman, the better.

      Samantha started to chatter about everything and nothing and he wondered what the heck was going on. Something had made her nervous.

      When she paused for a breath of air, he said, “You going to quit talking any time soon?”

      She caught her breath and stared at him.

      He hadn’t meant to sound harsh. It was meant to be a joke. He might not want her here, but he didn’t willingly hurt others. He was about to open his mouth to apologize when she burst out laughing.

      “Travis says that exact same thing to me all the time. He says I’m long on air and short on content.”

      Her smile, like sunshine bursting through heavy clouds, turned his guts to pudding.

Chapter Four

      Abruptly, Michael turned away, jittery and resisting this woman with all his might.

      He didn’t even know Samantha. She was a stranger and yet she was turning him inside out.

      “I need to put that living room together. Who knows how much more time we have? Better to do it now than when we lose power. With the strength of this storm, we’ll lose it for sure.” Now he was the one babbling.

      “Put the room together? What do you mean?”

      “I’ll blow up air mattresses and haul out all of our quilts and extra bedding. We might be sleeping in front of the fire tonight.”

      “May I ask you to do something first? Or I can do it.”

      She was doing enough already. Her industriousness surprised him.

      Why? What had he expected? That because she was beautiful, she’d be spoiled and temperamental? Well, yeah. That had been his experience.

      He stopped and turned to face her.

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