Bravo, Tango, Cowboy. Joanna Wayne

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      Yet she was here in small-town Dobbin, Texas, living on a ranch with her young son, decorating other people’s houses and playing ice princess to available suitors. He wondered what her husband had been like and how he’d died. And if his death was the explanation for the haunting shadows that lurked in the depths of Alonsa’s dark eyes.

      Brandon marched his dinosaur as close as he could to Hawk’s leg without actually touching it. “How come you came to my house?”

      “I gave your mother a ride home from the party.”

      “How come you’re still here?”

      Good question. “I’m going to have a cup of coffee with your mother.”

      “Why?”

      “Because she asked me to.”

      “Why?”

      Fortunately Alonsa picked that minute to rejoin them. “Don’t go there with him,” she cautioned Hawk. “The whys are a black hole from which there is no escape.”

      Hawk stood and took the cup of coffee she offered.

      “I added a touch of Kahlúa and a dollop of whipped cream. If you’d rather have it plain, I can toss this and get you another cup.”

      He tasted the brew. “No, this is great.”

      “I’m sorry I rushed you away from the party. It’s not that I don’t trust Ellen. I do. She’s raised five children of her own. It’s just that I worry.”

      “No reason to apologize. Once you’ve toasted the newlyweds, the party’s all downhill.”

      “You didn’t look as if you were suffering,” she teased.

      “I’ve learned to hide it well.” A comeback that wasn’t that far from the truth.

      Alonsa was still wearing the blue dress, but she’d slipped out of the metallic stiletto sandals and into a pair of cream-colored slippers. She’d also removed her necklace. The earrings still dangled seductively from her smooth lobes. Her lipstick had almost worn off completely, leaving her lips a glistening, pale pink.

      She chose a seat across from him and Brandon, kicked off her slippers and curled her legs under her. “So what do you think of my designs?”

      Design was probably the one thing of hers he hadn’t been thinking about, especially since he had no clue what she was talking about. “Love them,” he said, going for low-key enthusiasm.

      “I first became interested in interior decorating while remodeling this house,” she said. “I didn’t get any formal training until after I’d moved to Dobbin.”

      “The house looks great.” Actually it looked like he’d expect a ranch house to look, except…homier. Yep, that was the word he was looking for. The kind of house where a man could get comfortable with a good book—or a hot woman.

      “I was going for rustic, but high-tech with modern comforts,” she explained.

      He gave the room a quick once-over. The walls were painted to look as if they were old stucco, with dents and nicks, in shades of a deep cream and pale tan. The chandelier looked as if it had once been used with gas. The mantel over the fireplace was thick, rough-hewn cypress, as were the high beams in the ceiling.

      The wide wooden planks of the floor looked to be original to the house, but they were polished and partially covered by a woven rug that picked up the brown in the leather sofa. Two cane-covered rockers sat next to the fireplace.

      “Looks like an authentic ranch house to me,” he said. “And the sofa is definitely comfortable.”

      “Thanks. When my husband inherited the place, it was literally crumbling. We practically had to gut it.”

      “Then this is new construction?”

      “All but the shell.”

      “Then you are good.” The question was why would she go to all this trouble to live in Dobbin? “Do you have family in the area?”

      “No.”

      “So how did you wind up here?”

      Wrong question. He sensed as much as saw the instant change in her. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around herself, as if the room had suddenly dropped ten degrees, and then lowered her eyes to stare into her cup.

      “My husband’s uncle left him the ranch,” she finally said. “Todd loved the place and always planned to retire here.”

      No mention as to how she felt about the house, yet her husband was dead and she’d stayed on. Must have been crazy about the man. Probably had him on a pedestal too high for any other man to ever climb.

      “Do you want to see what I’ve done with the rest of the house?”

      “Sure, as long as there won’t be a test of my knowledge of the subject matter when we finish.”

      “No, but I can’t promise not to bore you with details.”

      “You do and I’ll start reciting the military handbook.”

      “Warning taken. Do you want to show Mr. Taylor your room, Brandon?”

      The kid scrunched his nose and planted his dinosaur on top of his head, tangling the toy in the dark locks of hair. “No. Want to watch cartoons.”

      “Okay, but when I say it’s bedtime, you have to turn off the TV without making a fuss.”

      He grinned as he hopped off the sofa and ran to retrieve a DVD from a basket on the bottom section of the built-in shelves. He inserted it into a player set between two stacks of children’s books.

      Hawk had yet to spot a TV. Alonsa picked up a remote, clicked it and then waited while the oil painting over the pine bookshelves slid away to reveal a flat-screen monitor.

      “Impressive.”

      She smiled. It lit her face and softened all her features. “Actually, the hidden TV is a bit of overkill, but it impresses potential clients.”

      “Then you work out of your home?”

      “As much as I can. I don’t like to spend any more time away from Brandon than I have to.”

      She went to the front door and checked the dead bolt, though he’d seen her lock it when she came in. “This way,” she said, pausing to look out the window before she led him into the hallway.

      Carne followed them. The intuitive dog definitely didn’t trust Hawk with his mistress. Smart dog.

      The kitchen was obviously Alonsa’s masterpiece. She reveled in the explanation of how she’d sought to create a totally modern working arena without losing any of the ranch-house charm.

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