Guardian Cowboy. Carla Cassidy

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       Chapter 4

      “I’ve looked forward to this all day,” Janis said to Sawyer as they entered the busy café the next evening.

      “Ah, you’re just here because they have great french fries,” he replied, his eyes filled with a teasing light.

      “There is that,” she agreed. She was thrilled that he didn’t seem to harbor any bad feelings toward her. She definitely liked a man who forgave easily.

      They spied an empty booth and wove their way through the tables toward it. Once they were seated, he gazed at her seriously. “How are you doing after last night?”

      “Better now,” she replied. “But I’ll admit I had a hard time getting to sleep. I keep thinking about all the men I have contact with at the bar and who might have written that note to you.”

      “Did you come up with any answers?”

      “Unfortunately no. There are lots of men who are flirtatious with me, but it’s all harmless fun.”

      She didn’t want to tell him that last night, for the first time since she’d moved into the room in the back of the bar, she’d felt a bit creeped out. Was her secret admirer parked someplace nearby watching her door? After Sawyer had left, had her admirer crept up to her window to peer inside? Those were the kinds of disturbing thoughts that had kept sleep at bay.

      As ridiculous as it was, she’d felt eyes watching her, raising the hair on the nape of her neck and making it hard for her to breathe.

      “I don’t want to talk about that tonight,” she finally said. “I just want to talk about happy things.”

      He smiled at her. “So, what kinds of things make you happy?”

      “A rainstorm while I sleep and sheets that smell like sunshine,” she said thoughtfully. “Chocolate ice cream, and thinking about someday having my own house, and a wiggly little puppy make me happy. What about you?”

      He leaned back. “I never really thought about it much before, but listening to Mac strum his guitar and riding across the pasture on my horse makes me happy. Do you ride?”

      “No, I’ve never even been on a horse,” she replied.

      “Well, we’re definitely going to have to change that.” Anything else he was going to say was interrupted by Julia Hatfield arriving to take their orders.

      For the next twenty minutes they talked about the new menu items Mandy had added since taking over the café and what kinds of food they liked and what they didn’t like.

      Tonight Sawyer had ordered a fried-chicken dinner complete with a mound of mashed potatoes and corn. Janis had opted for one of the new items: a turkey and avocado wrap with fries on the side.

      As they ate, he entertained her with more stories about the men he not only worked with but had also grown up with, and of Big Cass who had taken a chance on them all.

      “She had a soft side, but she could also be as tough as nails. None of us ever wanted to disappoint her. She gave us all respect when most of us had never had it and she taught us to respect ourselves.”

      “I saw her around town once in a while, but I never met her,” Janis replied.

      He shook his head and smiled, a soft light in his eyes. “She was something else. It’s hard to believe she’s been gone for almost a year now. She definitely filled a hole inside me that my mother’s death had left behind.”

      “You and your mother were close?”

      “Very,” he replied. “It was always just her and me against the world. She was beautiful and loving, and pretty much the center of my world. I never doubted how much she loved me.”

      “That’s nice,” Janis said wistfully. “I felt that way about my father. I was his princess and he made me feel like the most loved person in the world.”

      “But you aren’t close to your mother,” Sawyer said.

      “No, I’m not. Tell me more about your mother,” she said in an attempt to deflect the conversation away from her relationship with her mother.

      She’d never shared with anyone the fact that her mother had never loved her. That her father’s СКАЧАТЬ