“I don’t believe it,” Eve’s voice floated into the room.
He looked up and saw Eve and Stephanie, their mouths open, in the doorway to the kitchen.
Braveheart sat in front of him.
“Looks like you have the Braveheart seal of approval,” Eve said. “That’s a real distinction.”
“Wow,” said Nick, sliding in between them. “I just knew he would like you and you would like him.”
“Josh thought you might like to join him outside,” Eve said. “That’s if you can stand on that foot.”
“I can.” He stood. “Nick, lead the way.”
He took the beer and limped outside where Josh was putting steaks on the grill. Nick started to go with him, but Eve called him back.
Amos sat next to Josh, his eyes watching every movement he made.
“I like your wife,” Clint said.
Josh smiled. “It’s hard not to. Believe me, I know. I did my damnedest to chase her off, but nothing worked. She’s the most determined woman I’ve ever met. And the kindest. Just try to say no to that combination.”
“And Stephanie?”
“Like I said. She’s Eve’s best friend, which means she’s good people, but she doesn’t let many people get close to her. She’s great with animals. I understand Braveheart here was a basket case when Eve found him beaten and nearly dead. For a long time, only she and Stephanie could approach him. Stephanie has magic with animals, not so much with people. She doesn’t trust easily.”
“So it’s not just me?”
Josh chuckled. “It might be. Don’t know anyone else who got kicked by a cow when they were with her.”
“Stomped, not kicked.”
“A valid distinction.”
“I think so.” Clint cleared his throat. “She said she’s been here five years. Where was she before?”
“Back East. She doesn’t talk about it much.”
He was intruding. It was none of his business. He would be angry if Josh went around giving out information about him. “Sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
Josh raised an eyebrow. “Still interested in her?”
“I’m not in a position to be interested, and if I was, I don’t think she is.”
Josh didn’t comment.
“Anyway, thanks for use of the cabin. I’ve been studying plans for a dock. You want a floating or fixed dock?”
“Going stir-crazy, already?”
“Just like paying my way.”
“I got that.” Josh flipped the steaks and seared the other side.
“As for the dock, whatever you think. Just let me know what you need and I’ll have it delivered.”
“That’s a lot of trust.”
Josh shrugged. “You were a chopper pilot, right?”
Clint nodded.
“That’s a close bunch of guys. So were we Rangers. That was the worse part. Leaving my brothers behind.” He paused, then added, “But they’ll always be a part of me. I imagine it’s the same for you.”
He moved the steaks around, putting two farther from the hot coals. “Eve pulled me kicking and yelling back to life. There’s a lot of strength in this town. It certainly has its own personality. No one minds their own business, and it drove me nuts. Still does. But it’s because everyone—or most everyone—cares about everyone else. I’m proud to say that much of it is because of Eve. And Stephanie. Eve’s in front because she’s mayor, but Steph is right there with her. And that’s probably the longest speech you’ll ever hear from me.”
Clint didn’t reply. He didn’t have to. They understood each other.
Josh removed the four huge steaks from the grill and piled them onto a plate. They were still sizzling.
“I’ll take your beer inside,” Clint said. He was salivating now. “The steaks smell great.” He headed for the door and found that Nick had it wide open, waiting for them. “Good timing, Nick,” he said.
The boy grinned.
Clint dodged around the beagle and Fancy and took the bottles into the kitchen.
Eve was finishing a salad while Stephanie placed baked potatoes on a platter. Clint put the two empty beer bottles on the counter.
“Can you open a bottle of wine?” Eve asked him.
“Sure.”
“It’s in the fridge. The wine opener is in the drawer.”
Clint found both and deftly opened the wine and followed Eve’s directions to a table, followed now by four dogs. This was mayhem, but a happy kind of mayhem with everyone contributing, including the guests. Belonging. Intended or not, he was no longer a guest or a visitor; he belonged. At least for tonight.
He’d once known how it felt to be part of a family. But that was a long time ago. Even then, it wasn’t like this relaxed gathering where everyone pitched in, and kids and dogs were welcomed. The dinners at his house had been stilted formal affairs, even when his mother was alive. When his father remarried, he hadn’t been welcome at all.
“Clint?”
He shook his head. “Sorry.”
Nick pointed him to a seat on the far side of the table. “You can sit with me.”
“Sounds good.” He stood at the appointed chair, not wanting to sit until the others came in. Josh appeared carrying two plates, each containing a steak and baked potato. He put one on the table at Clint’s chair and another across from him. “We have the rare ones,” Josh said. “The ladies and Nick share the two medium ones.”
He disappeared again and returned with a plate and bowl heaped with salad. Stephanie and Eve were right behind him with three more plates, each filled with a huge baked potato and steak.
Dinner was great. The steaks were perfect, as were the baked potatoes and salad. Eve kept the conversation going, telling the story of how Nick was bit by a rattlesnake bite and was saved by Amos who, in turn, was bitten. How Nick had been very still while Josh picked up the snake with a stick and threw it.
“And Mom shot it to pieces,” Nick said.
“I’m impressed,” Clint said. “Particularly that you stood so still. Maybe I should have been a Boy Scout.”
“Why weren’t you?” Nick said.
“My school didn’t have a troop.”
“But...”
“Not so unusual,” Josh interrupted.
Eve changed the subject. She turned to Clint. “But do be careful,” she said. “Josh thinks the snake had been wounded by a hawk or something and crawled under the porch for safety, but we do have snakes and other varmints around here.”
She switched her attention to Stephanie who had been quiet. “How is Stryker doing with the rescue training?”
“He’s finished the tracking program. We still have air-scent training to go. Then I have to find the right handler for him. Not easy to do.”
“It won’t be easy to let him go.”
“No,” she said. “But we need more search teams.”
Eve turned to Clint. “I don’t know if Stephanie told you, but she and Sherry are a search-and-rescue team. So far, they’ve found nine lost people, four of them kids.”
“I’m impressed,” he said. “I’ve seen handlers and dogs work. It’s amazing.”
Stephanie looked startled, then shrugged it off. “I’m just one of many.”
“How long does it take to train a dog?” Clint pressed.
“Not as long as training the handler,” Stephanie replied. “It took me more than two years.”
Clint was truly interested. His unit had been borrowed at times to help in international disasters. He knew the training, and often heartbreak, that a team experienced.
“What made you get involved?” he asked.
“Sherry was already a rescue dog when I adopted her. Her owner was killed in an accident, an
d her mother wanted Sherry to go to someone who would continue to work her in rescue. It was a challenge. You said you joined the army because you wanted to fly. Why did you stay?”
Their gazes were locked, as if they were the only two people in the room. The intensity quieted the others. Her blue eyes were challenging. “I was good at it,” he finally said.
“That’s why I do search and rescue.”
“I suspect you are very good at it.”
“She is,” Eve said. “She’s also a volunteer firefighter with our fire department.”
“A lady of many talents,” Clint said.
“Not really,” Stephanie said. “If you can do one, it’s not that difficult to do the other. A lot of the skills are the same. Mapping, communications, first aid. Finding time for the training is the most difficult part.”
“Do you have many fires?”
It was Eve who answered. “Maybe three or four a year in town, and our department also helps fight forest fires. Unfortunately, we’ve had a long drought, and the forest is like a tinder box. A careless camp fire or heat lightning, and we lose thousands of acres. Fortunately, we haven’t had any near here, but our department has been called in on fires in other areas in the state.”
“I’m impressed,” he said.
Stephanie squirmed in her seat, and Clint was conscious of gazes on him. Speculative on the part of his host and hostess.
He took a sip of wine.
“Josh, did you know Braveheart let Clint pet him?” Nick broke the tension by asking the question.
“Nope. Now I am impressed,” Josh said. “Sure took me longer.”
“Can we have dessert now?” Nick said, skipping to yet another subject. “We’re having Grandma’s strawberry pie for dessert.” He glanced shyly at Clint. “I hope you come over often, Mr. Morgan.”
The comment made Clint grin. There’s nothing like a ten-year-old boy to bring things into perspective.
Nick’s face fell as he realized exactly how his words sounded, that he wanted Clint to return because he would get pie, not to see him.
“Yes, we can have dessert now,” Eve said. “But I think we’ll serve it outside so Clint can see our sunset.” She turned to him. “Do you ride?”
“Horses?”
“Yes.”
“Never had the opportunity, but it’s on my bucket list.”
“Good. We have two horses that are always in need of riding. We’ll make a rider of you. Stephanie, why don’t you take Clint out and introduce him to the horses? Nick can help me clean up the dishes and make coffee. When you get back, we’ll have dessert.”
“Nick can take him,” Stephanie said. “I’ll help with the dishes.”
“Yeah, Mom,” Nick said.
Eve shook her head. “It’s one of Nick’s chores.”
Stephanie sighed. “Maybe Josh?”
“He has to make sure there’s no embers left in the grill.”
She stood. “Okay,” she said with resignation. “I’ll need a couple of apples.”
Nick picked up several empty plates and disappeared into the kitchen. He returned with two apples and a knife that he handed to Clint. “We only have two apples. You’ll have to split them. Beauty is my horse,” he said.
“Should I give her extra, then?”
“Naw, it would hurt the others’ feelings.”
“I wouldn’t want to do that.” He followed Stephanie out the door. “Nice kid.”
“He’s a great kid.”
“We agree on something.”
“I don’t know about that. You said ‘nice.’ I said ‘great.’” But a shadow of a smile crossed her face.
She walked with him to the fence and whistled. Three horses ambled to them, the gray going straight for Stephanie, the other two eyeing the apples in Clint’s hand.
“Mine is Shadow, the gray horse,” Stephanie said, rubbing the animal’s neck. “The pintos are Beauty and Beast. Beast is spirited. Beauty is the gentlest horse alive. Thus their names. Russ, Eve’s late husband, bought them at a rodeo horse auction just before he died.”
“When was that?
“Nearly five years now. Healthiest man in town, or so we thought. He was a football coach. Was in great physical shape, then he just dropped dead while running around the track with his team. A heart defect no one knew about.”
“You knew him, then?”
She nodded. “I liked him. Everyone liked him.”
She was talking more to him than she had. Maybe it was the excellent meal, or the wine, or the evening that was now cool. Maybe it was a sky that looked on fire.
He didn’t ask any more questions. He wanted to, but he sensed her wariness.
He divided the apples. Her horse nuzzled her. He fed the other two horses more apple, keeping enough for her horse. “Should I feed Shadow, too, or do you want to?”
“You have the apple.”
He cut several pieces from the second apple and fed them to Shadow, enjoying the feel of the soft muzzle and mouth. The horse nickered softly and nudged him for more.
When he glanced up, he was close to Stephanie. Too close. He could feel the heat from her body, or maybe it was from his own. Or maybe the combination of both. Mutual combustion.
Her eyes widened and her body stiffened. Her tongue ran over her lips, and it was such a sensual yet unconscious gesture that the heat inside him spread like wildfire through his body. He wanted to touch her. Hold her. Most of all, he wanted her wariness to fade away.
He shouldn’t feel any of that. He was the temporary beneficiary of someone else’s largesse. As long as he still had the symptoms from the brain trauma, he had little future. Besides, she didn’t seem to like him much. And yet he was drawn to her in a deeper way than he’d ever been drawn to a woman before.
“Stephanie?” He didn’t know what he was asking. He put a finger on her face and lightly traced a path from the thick eyelashes down the high cheekbones. She stood absolutely still, her blue eyes fathomless as she looked at him.
Currents. They flowed between them. Strong and hot and compelling. He experienced a deep yearning he’d never known before, a connection that had always eluded him. He’d known attraction. Infatuation, certainly. But never anything this strong. It was almost as if they were linked by some invisible chain.
She shook her head. “No.” It was a whisper, but enough to tell him she felt the link, too, and wasn’t a bit happy about it. Well, he wasn’t, either. He didn’t need more complications in his life. But he still couldn’t move away.
It didn’t make sense. He didn’t make sense. Confusion filled her eyes, too, and for a second she rested her head against his hand. He leaned down and his lips touched hers. Lightly. Then he stepped back. “I wanted to do that since I met you,” he said.
“Why?” Her eyes were so blue, so direct.
“Damned if I know.”
“We should ignore it.”
“Yes.” But neither of them moved.
“We have to get back,” she said. “Eve will wonder...”
“And Nick wants his pie,” he said.
“We can’t keep Nick waiting.”
“Or he’ll be out here in a minute.”
“This is ridiculous,” she said.
He nodded. Ridiculous that they were standing here and not making another move toward each other. But the signal had to come from her.
A door slammed and Nick ran toward them.
Clint lowered his hand and stepped away from Stephanie, who exhaled a soft breath.
“Mom’s ready,” Nick said. “She said go around to the back. I’ll show you.”
Nick went ahead and Clint obediently followed although every part of him wanted to do something else. He wanted to grab Stephanie and explore the
se feelings, but he knew that would not be welcome at the moment.
He also knew how unwise it would be.
Still, everything in him wanted to do it.
CHAPTER EIGHT
DESSERT WAS AGONIZING.
Stephanie tried to eat her slice of Mrs. Douglas’s strawberry pie, but she was far too aware of the man next to her to appreciate it. She even dropped her fork when his leg accidently bumped hers beneath the table.
“Sorry,” they both said at the same time.
She’d let him kiss her. And, God help her, she’d melted inside.
It had been the sunset, and the horses, and the wine. It was the wine. Definitely the wine. She chattered on about members of her search-and-rescue team. She never chattered. She saw Eve’s gaze on her and took a bite of pie. It was her favorite dessert and it tasted like sawdust. She practically choked on it.
Clint, on the other hand, was eating like he’d been starving to death for years. If he felt any of the tension she did, he didn’t show it.
That said a lot. Drat.
Fancy trotted over to her and sat, looking longingly at the plate in front of her. Then to her surprise she saw Braveheart sit next to Clint.
Clint touched the pit bull’s ears, and Braveheart didn’t flinch. He continued to rub the dog’s ears, then moved his hand to the dog’s back and rubbed it. Braveheart rumbled with contentment.
Eve’s eyes widened. Josh raised an eyebrow. She, herself, had a hard time believing her own eyes. Braveheart had never, ever—as far as she knew—approached a stranger. And Clint Morgan was a stranger.
She dutifully finished the pie because she always did, and she didn’t like the speculative look in Eve’s eyes. Were her cheeks flushed from the kiss?
Lord, she hoped not. It hadn’t meant anything. A sunset. That was all it was. That and the fact she had been startled.
“We should go,” she said. “I have to be up early in the morning and I have to walk my boarders tonight.”
“I’ll help with the dishes,” Clint said.
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