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earlier today,” she lied. “Why would I want to stare at a stubborn man?”
    His half smile made her want to throw herself at his feet. It wasn’t fair for any man to be so handsome.
    He waited for her to sit before he did. When he tasted the roast, he shook his head. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think my mother taught you to cook.”
    “Maybe we learned from the same cookbook.” She raised an eyebrow at him.
    He didn’t answer. He was too busy eating.
    Gina enjoyed the moment. It wouldn’t last. When he saw his room, hell would erupt directly at her.

Chapter Eight
     
    After dinner, Gina and Graham went out to the porch. She brought the cake and coffee on a tray she’d bought. Once settled, she sat and enjoyed the quiet as much as she could. Her worry about his reaction kept her from completely relaxing.
    “Tell me about your fishing expedition and your brother Rand.”
    Graham sipped his coffee and was silent for a few minutes. “Rand always knew what he wanted, and he went after it. He just hadn’t expected to want to be a country doctor in Frontier City.” He told her a little about Rand and Marian. But Graham was a man of few words and soon stopped talking.
    “You’re proud of him.”
    “Yes, and of all my family.”
    “Do you fish often?”
    “When the mood hits me.”
    “I really…” She’d started to say she liked his book.
    “What?”
    “Nothing. I’m a little homesick.” Another lie. She’d told more lies since she got to Montana than in her whole life.
    He nodded. “I knew the small town and all this empty space would get to you.”
    “It’s not that. I love it here, but I can’t call and talk to my friends, my sister’s a prisoner somewhere, and I’m in limbo right now. You don’t want me here and don’t want me to stay with your mother.”
    “I didn’t say I didn’t want you here.”
    “Yes, you did.”
    “I’m a private person. It takes time for me to get used to change, as if I’d ever get used to having a woman around.”
    “See, you have this thing about women. I don’t understand why. You love your mother and she’s a great person.”
    “Even she left me alone when I needed my space. Most women can’t do that.”
    Gina felt more and more guilty. She might as well confess and get it over with, or she wouldn’t sleep all night.
    “I’m tired. I’ll see you in the morning.” Graham stood just when she’d opened her mouth to tell him her guilty deed.
    “All right,” she said and smiled. She gathered the cups and plates to take to the kitchen and breathed easier when he went into his bedroom. She’d never expected he’d be the type to go to bed by nine, but he was an early riser.
    She went into her room and changed into an aqua silk lounging set and waited, giving him time to hopefully go to sleep. Then she’d go to his study and try to figure out what to do.
    Gina crept out her door and tiptoed to the study. Darn, she’d done too good a job. Even if she tried to mess up the room, he’d know she’d been in here. Temptation led her to his book. She wanted to read more and do some editing for him. Maybe if she made progress he’d forgive her for the rest.
    She sat in his chair, closed the blinds and door, and turned on the desk lamp. Time flew as she got caught up in the mystery. As she read, she edited. The door banging against the wall made her jump and scream.
    “What have you done?” Graham stood in his partly fastened jeans. His expression and posture reminded her of a fierce warrior.
    He moved like a panther into the room, checking each area, searching for familiar papers. “What did you do with the research papers on this table?” He pointed to a smaller side desk.
    “They’re filed in a folder titled ‘Research’ for this book.” She pulled out a drawer in his equally messy file cabinet and showed him the neat entry she’d made.
    “And what are you doing to my book?” He came closer, anger and fire in his eyes. He hovered over