A Cowboy's Christmas Reunion. Sasha Summers

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      “And it’s for the kids,” her dad added.

      She held her hands up. “Really, Dad? You’re going to play the for-the-kids card?”

      Hunter laughed, sending a wave of awareness along her neck. “Nothing to add, H-Hunter?” She stumbled over his name. It was stupid. Not like she could call him Mr. Boone. It’s a name, for crying out loud. Saying it shouldn’t affect her, or send the slightest shiver down her spine.

      His gaze traveled over her face before peering into her eyes. “You might make some good memories before you go back. Something for a new book.”

      She couldn’t look away. And she really needed to look away. He might not be grappling with memories, with need and want, but she sure as hell was.

      “Come on, Josie. Live a little,” Fisher added.

      She should say no, but Hunter had found her weakness. A new book... Wouldn’t that be something? Not that anyone knew she was in the midst of the longest creative drought of her career. That’s why she was considering the teaching position in New Mexico. She wanted to feel inspired again.

      Maybe working on the float could help. At this point, it couldn’t hurt. Her career, anyway.

      “So?” Eli’s question ended her tortured introspection.

      “Yes.” She smiled at Eli as she spoke. “Thanks, Eli. I mean, it’s nice to feel special for my stories.” Don’t ask. Don’t ask. But she did. “Did you ever read them?” Thinking about Amy reading her stories to Eli made her stomach twist.

      Eli looked at his dad. “Dad used to read me 34 and Floppy Feet all the time.”

      Fisher snorted. “Hey, hey, now. I’ve read the cow one—”

      “It’s called 34,” Hunter answered.

      “Right, 34.” Fisher nodded at his brother. “A time or two, Eli.”

      Eli grinned at his uncle.

      Josie risked another glance at Hunter, but he was staring into the fire with a small smile on his face.

      “That reminds me, Josie, Annabeth called from the elementary school earlier. She wants you to do a story time there.” Her father spoke up.

      “I’d love that.” She smiled. Other than her father, Annabeth was the only one in Stonewall Crossing she’d kept in touch with after she’d left.

      Hunter looked at her, his voice soft as he said, “The kids would, too, Jo.”

      Jo. For an instant she wanted him to grab her and kiss her, just as he used to. When he’d kissed her, nothing else mattered. She nodded, staring into his eyes wordlessly.

      “We should go, Dad. I’ve got a math test Monday morning.” Eli stood up. “Thanks for helping us out...Miss Stephens.”

      She turned away from Hunter and beamed at the boy. “You really can call me Josie, Eli, please. I don’t like feeling old.”

      “Yes, ma’am.” He barely glanced at her, his answering smile forced. “Thanks for the breakfast this morning, Mr. Stephens.”

      “How’d you do?” her father asked.

      “Eli got a one at the stock show.” Hunter smiled at his son, placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “He’s been working real hard with Bob, his steer. And the judges could tell.”

      It was clear Hunter was a devoted father, just as she’d always known he’d be. Something hard settled in the pit of her stomach, a hollow, empty ache.

      “I wasn’t the only one.” Eli’s cheeks were red. “Now there’s nothing big until after Christmas.”

      “Time to get ready for the next one.” Her father winked at the boy. “You should be proud, Eli.”

      “Thank you, sir.” Eli nodded and headed for the door.

      “Don’t get up,” Josie said to her dad.

      “Now, Josie—” her father started to argue.

      “Dad.” She held her hand up.

      “We know the way out. Don’t get Jo all worked up.” Hunter shook her father’s hand. “Have a good evening, Carl. Thanks for having us over.”

      Her dad winked. “You’re welcome anytime, Hunter. You know that. You, too, Fisher.”

      She knew her father cared for Hunter—he always had. After all, Hunter had been almost family. Her gut twisted. She led Hunter to the door, needing him to go—now.

      “I know you’re a big-time author now, but I expect to see you some before you go.” Fisher hugged her again before following Eli out and into the truck.

      Hunter lingered in the doorway. His gaze wandered over her face. “You and Carl want to come out to the ranch tomorrow? Have dinner with us? I’ve made a lot of changes.”

      Josie stared at him, surprised. Did she want to go? No, she really didn’t. It would be awkward and painful. Us. She didn’t think she could handle seeing his family unit together, in a place she’d truly loved. Where Amy now lived. “I don’t—”

      But her father interrupted her, loudly. “Sounds good.”

      No, it doesn’t. It sounds like a nightmare. She mumbled, “Are you sure that’s okay?”

      Hunter smiled that crooked smile. “It’s my home. Of course it’s okay. See you about six?”

      She stood there, searching for some sort of excuse, while he climbed into his truck and drove away.

       Chapter Two

      Hunter didn’t say much on the drive back to the ranch. Fisher, who was never at a loss for words, kept Eli talking all things steers and Future Farmers of America. And Hunter was thankful for it. Spending time with Jo was harder than he’d expected. Leaving her was worse. If he could get her alone, if he could talk to her... What would he say? He was eleven years too late to apologize.

      Fisher said good-night and headed to his place, leaving Eli to his homework and Hunter to his paperwork.

      “I guess she is kinda pretty.” Eli sounded thoughtful.

      “Who?” Hunter looked at his son over his laptop.

      “Josie.” Eli gazed at the homework spread out on the table all around him. He tapped his pencil on the table, then added, “I guess I sorta get it. But Mom’s prettier.”

      Hunter looked at his son. “Your mom is beautiful, Eli.” Amy had always been pretty—to look at. But her beauty was skin-deep. Underneath was something else entirely.

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