One Hot Christmas. Katherine Garbera

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СКАЧАТЬ sighed. “Well, I don’t have any advice. My knowledge of family dynamics is sadly lacking.”

      “Why?”

      He met her gaze and smiled. “I should have known you’d ask that. Which means I shouldn’t have made the remark in the first place. Sorry. I’d rather not get into it right now.”

      Although his tone was friendly and he was doing his best to be polite, she felt a brick wall go up. She couldn’t blame him. They’d met a few hours ago. Just because she’d blabbed some of her family information didn’t mean that he’d want to do the same. “That’s fine. Let’s switch topics.”

      He polished off the last of his coffee. “To what?”

      “The saddle you brought here. Where is it?”

      He laughed. “You know, I’ve only been around you for a little while, but somehow I knew you’d ask that question. Now that you know about the saddle, its whereabouts is driving you nuts, isn’t it?”

      “Yes.”

      “I guess I can trust you.”

      “You can. I wouldn’t ruin this surprise for anything.”

      “It’s in the far back corner of the tractor barn under a blanket.”

      “Who’s seen it?”

      “Jack, Gabe and Nick. That’s it.”

      She gave him her most winsome smile, the one even her brothers had never been able to resist. “Please take me out there. I want to see it, too.”

       5

      BEN SHOULD HAVE seen this coming. Molly was the most inquisitive woman he’d ever run across, and now that she’d learned about the secret present for Sarah, of course she’d want to see it. She’d want to be one of the privileged few who knew what was coming when the saddle was presented tomorrow evening.

      And the fact of the matter was, he wanted to show it to her. He was proud of that saddle and after all three Chance brothers had given it a thumbs-up, he felt pretty confident that Molly would like it, too. Still, he needed to think of the logistics.

      He considered what they’d have to go through. “It’s damned cold out there. I’m sure the temperature’s dropped considerably since I was out, and it was freezing, then.”

      “I know. We’ll bundle up and go fast.”

      “It’s snowing.”

      “Not very hard. A few flakes. The shoveled paths should still be fine if we go right away. Please?”

      That smile of hers was something. It made her eyes light up and put a cute little dimple in her left cheek. He felt like kissing her, but her glasses would be in the way so he didn’t act on the impulse. Besides, she’d asked him to take her out to see his saddle, not kiss her.

      “Come on, Ben. It’ll be fun.” She pushed back her chair and picked up her coffee cup and saucer. “We’ll just put these in the dishwasher, pull on our duds, and be off.”

      He stood and collected his dishes. “I’ll bet you got your brothers in all kinds of trouble when you were a kid.”

      “Yes, but they never regretted it. I had great ideas. Even if we were punished...well, mostly they were punished because they got blamed...they still had fun.”

      Ben laughed. “I’d love to hear their side of that someday.”

      “You should! You totally should come to Prescott for a visit. It’s a cute little town. You’d like it.”

      “We’ll see.” Whoops. He wasn’t sure how it had happened, but suddenly she was inviting him to Prescott so he could meet her brothers.

      He wondered how they’d react to a guy who had no intention of starting a family, ever. That wouldn’t work for Miss Molly. Her brothers would probably escort him right out the door. If they thought for one minute he’d misled their baby sister, he might be run out of town on a rail.

      But that was a moot point, because he wouldn’t be going to Prescott. If he had any sense, he wouldn’t have told her where the saddle was, but she had a way of making him say things he shouldn’t. Now he had to take her there, because if he didn’t, she’d go by herself. He wasn’t about to let her do that.

      They climbed the stairs together and separated at the top to go to their respective rooms and suit up. He wound a wool scarf around his neck before pulling on his sheepskin coat. He left it open so he wouldn’t roast, made sure his fleece-lined leather gloves were in the pockets and settled his Stetson on his head.

      What he needed was a lined hat with earflaps, but he hadn’t brought one on this trip. He hadn’t expected to be going outside in subzero weather. But then, he hadn’t counted on a little bit of a thing winding him around her pinky finger, either. At the last minute, he pocketed his phone so he could use its flashlight feature. Jack might not think much of that convenience, but Ben used his all the time.

      As he walked out of his room, Molly appeared wearing a puffy, bright-red jacket, a red knit hair band that covered her ears, a red knit cap and rubber boots. She looked adorable.

      They met at the top of the stairs once again, and he realized she held mittens in her hand, not gloves. Who wore mittens anymore? She did, apparently.

      She waved them at him. “A gift from one of my sisters-in-law,” she said in a low voice. “She’s just learning to knit. This is their first and maybe their only outing, but I wanted to tell her I used them in Wyoming and this trip to the tractor barn won’t require me to do anything complicated with my fingers.”

      Her low-pitched comment, probably designed to keep from waking the household, shouldn’t make him think of sex, but it did. He pictured the interesting things she could do with her fingers if they were free to roam over his naked body. Presently they were about as far from naked as they could get without being zipped into a hazmat suit.

      Something was different about her, other than all the stuff she’d put on to guard against the cold, but at first he couldn’t figure out what it was. Then he did. He kept his voice down, too. “Where are your glasses?”

      “I popped in my contacts. My glasses would just fog up the minute I stepped outside and started breathing.”

      “So why don’t you wear contacts all the time? Do they bother you?”

      “Not really. I just...like my glasses. I know that sounds silly, but I started wearing them when I was a kid, and they’re me in a way that contacts aren’t. It’s a cliché, but I feel smarter with them on. Now, see, you’re smiling because you think that’s ridiculous.”

      “No, I’m smiling because I like you.”

      “You do? How do you mean that, exactly?”

      He laughed softly. “I keep forgetting that you have to analyze everything.”

      “That’s true, but I just realized СКАЧАТЬ