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us both a business card.”
“But did yours have her home number on it?”
Amy reached into her back pocket. Pulling the card out of her jeans, she turned it over. No home number. “I don’t believe you.”
Nathan opened his wallet and held a little blue card in the air. “Exhibit one for the disbelieving doctor.”
Amy peered at the card waving in the air. “It’s the same as mine.”
“Nope. Come closer and I’ll show you.”
She knew all about getting close to Nathan and it wasn’t a good place to be. She stared at the card, then at the grin beaming across the room at her. She shouldn’t be tempted, but she was.
A loud bang made her jump. Coffee. She needed to make herself a mug of hot, black coffee to take the edge off Nathan’s bad-boy smile.
Sean limped into the kitchen, waving an electric drill in his hand. “Who the hell left this in the middle of the doorway?”
“That would have been me,” Nathan said. “And unless you want to put a crack in mom’s lightshade I’d suggest you put it on the table.”
Sean’s gaze shot to the red light dangling above his head. He dropped the drill, staring at the boxes covering the table. “What are you making?”
Nathan walked across to the kitchen and opened a drawer. “No way, you’re not helping me. Last time I let you loose with a drill I ended up having to re-screw all of my drywall.” He moved back to the table and ran a knife along the edge of a box, flicking the lid open.
“Nothing that a little plaster didn’t fix.” Sean nudged one of the boxes closer. “Baby gates? Where are you putting these?”
Amy sloshed boiling water over the edge of her mug. She turned in time to see a dull blush creeping up the side of Nathan’s face.
“After Amy nearly threw herself down the stairs this morning I thought it might be a good idea to put these up.”
Sally burst out laughing. “I can really see how that’s going to help her.”
Nathan glared at his sister. “You know what I mean. I’m sure Catherine will appreciate my efforts, even if you don’t.”
Sally reached across and patted Nathan’s hand. “You did good, big brother. Just don’t put too many holes in dad’s banister otherwise he’ll rant and rave about it for weeks.”
Nathan pulled one of the wooden gates from the box. “Do you recognize this?”
Sally frowned. “Should I?”
“You used them as a climbing frame.” He opened a bag of screws that had been tied to the edge of the gates. “Dad swore that out of all of us, you were the monkey of the family. As soon as you could open your eyes you were climbing where you weren’t supposed to go.”
“What’s changed?” Sean grinned, ducking behind Nathan when he saw the scowl on his sister’s face.
Nathan ignored his brother. “I helped dad sort out the attic last winter. They might come in handy with Catherine crawling around the house.”
Amy poured boiling water into another mug. Nathan’s arm was buried in one of the boxes, hunting for something flicking around the bottom. “Here’s your coffee.” She left the hot drink on the table.
His hand stopped rummaging. His gaze shifted to the coffee then back to her.
“I haven’t laced it with poison. But I still don’t believe you got the property manager’s home number.”
A smile lit his face from the inside out. “How much do you want to bet?”
She blinked. The mischief in his eyes pulled her somewhere she didn’t want to go. Somewhere that involved a barn, lots of body heat and not much common sense.
Nathan looked back at the box, a dull blush streaking over his cheeks. “I bought some paint this morning. I’ll put a coat on the gates once I’ve got them sitting in the right place.”
Sally sat back in her chair, grinning at Amy. “Do you want a ride into Bozeman tomorrow? I’m heading into work at eight o’clock.”
Amy thought about what she needed to do. “That’d be great. I want to buy a used vehicle and look
“But did yours have her home number on it?”
Amy reached into her back pocket. Pulling the card out of her jeans, she turned it over. No home number. “I don’t believe you.”
Nathan opened his wallet and held a little blue card in the air. “Exhibit one for the disbelieving doctor.”
Amy peered at the card waving in the air. “It’s the same as mine.”
“Nope. Come closer and I’ll show you.”
She knew all about getting close to Nathan and it wasn’t a good place to be. She stared at the card, then at the grin beaming across the room at her. She shouldn’t be tempted, but she was.
A loud bang made her jump. Coffee. She needed to make herself a mug of hot, black coffee to take the edge off Nathan’s bad-boy smile.
Sean limped into the kitchen, waving an electric drill in his hand. “Who the hell left this in the middle of the doorway?”
“That would have been me,” Nathan said. “And unless you want to put a crack in mom’s lightshade I’d suggest you put it on the table.”
Sean’s gaze shot to the red light dangling above his head. He dropped the drill, staring at the boxes covering the table. “What are you making?”
Nathan walked across to the kitchen and opened a drawer. “No way, you’re not helping me. Last time I let you loose with a drill I ended up having to re-screw all of my drywall.” He moved back to the table and ran a knife along the edge of a box, flicking the lid open.
“Nothing that a little plaster didn’t fix.” Sean nudged one of the boxes closer. “Baby gates? Where are you putting these?”
Amy sloshed boiling water over the edge of her mug. She turned in time to see a dull blush creeping up the side of Nathan’s face.
“After Amy nearly threw herself down the stairs this morning I thought it might be a good idea to put these up.”
Sally burst out laughing. “I can really see how that’s going to help her.”
Nathan glared at his sister. “You know what I mean. I’m sure Catherine will appreciate my efforts, even if you don’t.”
Sally reached across and patted Nathan’s hand. “You did good, big brother. Just don’t put too many holes in dad’s banister otherwise he’ll rant and rave about it for weeks.”
Nathan pulled one of the wooden gates from the box. “Do you recognize this?”
Sally frowned. “Should I?”
“You used them as a climbing frame.” He opened a bag of screws that had been tied to the edge of the gates. “Dad swore that out of all of us, you were the monkey of the family. As soon as you could open your eyes you were climbing where you weren’t supposed to go.”
“What’s changed?” Sean grinned, ducking behind Nathan when he saw the scowl on his sister’s face.
Nathan ignored his brother. “I helped dad sort out the attic last winter. They might come in handy with Catherine crawling around the house.”
Amy poured boiling water into another mug. Nathan’s arm was buried in one of the boxes, hunting for something flicking around the bottom. “Here’s your coffee.” She left the hot drink on the table.
His hand stopped rummaging. His gaze shifted to the coffee then back to her.
“I haven’t laced it with poison. But I still don’t believe you got the property manager’s home number.”
A smile lit his face from the inside out. “How much do you want to bet?”
She blinked. The mischief in his eyes pulled her somewhere she didn’t want to go. Somewhere that involved a barn, lots of body heat and not much common sense.
Nathan looked back at the box, a dull blush streaking over his cheeks. “I bought some paint this morning. I’ll put a coat on the gates once I’ve got them sitting in the right place.”
Sally sat back in her chair, grinning at Amy. “Do you want a ride into Bozeman tomorrow? I’m heading into work at eight o’clock.”
Amy thought about what she needed to do. “That’d be great. I want to buy a used vehicle and look
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