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barn, she’d been careful to school her expression, not wanting him to read anything into her words or actions. She’d tried to look cool and unconcerned, as if the night they’d shared had never happened.
    â€œYou two will have to excuse me.” Weary amusement turned up the corners of his mouth and Rorie realized he’d readily seen through her guise.
    â€œOf course,” Kate said. “I’ll see you later, sweetheart.”
    Clay nodded abruptly and departed with firm purposeful strides.
    Kate started walking toward the yard. Rorie followed, eager to escape the barn and all the memories associated with it.
    â€œClay told us you’re a librarian,” Kate said when she reached the Ford parked in the curving driveway. “If you want, I can take you to our library. We built a new one last year and we’re rather proud of it. I know it’s small compared to where you probably work, but I think you’ll like what we’ve done.”
    â€œI’d love to see it.” Libraries were often the heart of a community, and if the citizens of Nightingale had seen fit to upgrade theirs, it was apparent they shared Rorie’s love of books.
    â€œI’ll pick you up around ten tomorrow, if that’s convenient?”
    â€œThat’d be fine.”
    â€œPlan on spending the afternoon with me and we’ll meet Clay and Skip at the dance later.”
    Rorie agreed, although her enthusiasm was decidedly low. The last thing she wanted was to be at some social event with Clay. Never mind how Dan would tease her if he ever discovered she’d spent part of her vacation square dancing with the folks at the Grange.
    â€œBye for now,” Kate said.
    â€œBye,” Rorie murmured, waving. She stood in the yard until Kate’s car was out of sight. Not sure what else to do, she wandered back into the house, where Mary was busy with preparations for lunch.
    â€œCan I help?” she asked.
    In response, Mary scurried to a drawer and once again handed her a peeler. Rorie started carefully whittling away at a firm red apple she’d scooped from a large bowlful of them.
    â€œI don’t suppose you know anything about cooking?” Mary demanded, pointing her own peeler at Rorie.
    â€œI’ve managed to keep from starving for the last few years,” she retorted idly.
    The merest hint of amusement flashed into the older woman’s weathered face. “If I was judging your talents in the kitchen on looks alone, I think you’d starve a man to death within a week.”
    Despite her glum spirits, Rorie laughed. “If you’re telling me you think I’m thin, watch out, Mary, because I’m likely to throw my arms around your neck and kiss you.”
    The other woman threw her a grin. Several peaceful minutes passed while they peeled apple after apple.
    â€œI got a call from my sister,” Mary said hesitantly, her eyes darting to Rorie, then back to her task. “She ’s coming to Riversdale and wants to know if I can drive over and see her. She’s only going to be in Oregon one day.”
    This was the most Mary had said to Rorie since her arrival. It pleased her that the older woman was lowering her guard and extending a friendly hand.
    â€œI’d like to visit with my sister.”
    â€œI certainly think you should.” It took Rorie another minute to figure out where Mary was heading with this meandering conversation. Then suddenly she understood. “Oh, you’re looking for someone to do the cooking while you’re away.”
    Mary shrugged as if it didn’t concern her one way or the other. “Just for the evening meal, two nights from now. I could manage lunch for the hands before I leave. It’s supper I’m worried about. There’s only Clay and Skip who need to be fed—the other men go home in the evenings.”
    â€œWell, relax, because I’m sure I can manage one dinner without