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at a few more apartments.”
Nathan frowned. “On your own?”
“Yes, on my own. I’m quite capable of sorting out my life.”
He tipped the box up on its end, picking up a stray screw as it rolled across the table. “What kind of vehicle?”
“A red pickup, but if I find a yellow one at a good price I might be tempted to buy that instead. And fluffy seat covers. Preferably black.”
“I hope you’re kidding. Do you know anything about engines and bodywork?”
“No, but I’m a quick learner.” Oh Lord, she hadn’t meant to say that. Heat rushed to her face. Nathan grinned and the heat got a whole lot hotter.
“I can’t help tomorrow, but I’ll make a list after dinner of all the things you need to check. You can call me on my cell phone if you have any questions while you’re looking around.”
“Apart from the monster list I know you’ll make, do you have any other instructions?” Amy asked.
“No need to get prickly. I’m only helping.”
She’d already had his help today and he hadn’t helped at all. Instead of finding somewhere to live she’d found feelings for Nathan she thought she’d buried years ago. And new ones that curled her stomach into tight knots, unraveling all the plans she’d carefully pieced together.
“Go see Richard Adams on Durston Street. He knows what he’s talking about when it comes to trucks.”
Amy saluted, enjoying the narrowing of Nathan’s eyes.
Sean opened the fridge. “If we’re going to eat soon, I’ve got to get the spaghetti sauce cooking. If you’re hanging around the kitchen in the next few minutes you’ll get a job to do.”
Sally frowned at the clock on the wall. “Goodness, is that the time? I’ve got to go and call Jodi. Yell when dinner’s ready.” She winked at Amy, disappearing fast out the kitchen door. Nathan slid the wooden gates back into their boxes. He didn’t look as though he’d be sticking around for long either.
“What’s so bad about helping with dinner?” Amy asked.
“Helping cook the food is fine.” Nathan stood the packed boxes on their ends and grabbed the drill. “It’s Sean that’s the problem. The man has a major tantrum if the onions aren’t cut into even little pieces. And you’re really in trouble if you mess with his secret ingredient.”
“Which isn’t so secret anymore,” Sean grumbled. “Sally stole my recipe and added it to her school’s fundraising cookbook. Now all of Bozeman knows how to make the best buffalo spaghetti this side of the Rockies.”
Nathan moved toward the kitchen door. “My heart bleeds for you little brother. I’ll be on the stairs if you need me.”
Amy watched Sean stack half the contents of the fridge onto the counter. “I’m pretty good with a knife if you can be a bit flexible about your onions?”
“Slice away. And I’m not as bad as Nathan said.”
“Of course you aren’t.” Amy grinned and Sean laughed back.
“Okay, I admit I do like little cubes of onion. But the thickness of the mushrooms is entirely up to you.”
Reaching across the counter, Amy started to peel the brittle paper-thin shell off an onion. “Cubes it is.” She smiled, listening to the sound of the drill in the hallway and the hiss of the buffalo meat as it hit the hot fry pan.
Seam hummed a tuneless masterpiece as he added tinned tomatoes, garlic and a ton of herbs and spices to another pan. Next came a good dollop of brown sugar and the onions she’d already diced.
“Now that’s what I call family cooking at its finest,” he said.
The knife froze in Amy’s hands. She stared at the last onion. In less than two weeks she’d be on her own again with her sister. Alone in a new house and a new job. Family wasn’t something she was used to, but she’d managed to slip back into feeling like she belonged on the ranch without a thought. She couldn’t afford to let herself enjoy life with the Gray family. She’d done that once before and her heart
Nathan frowned. “On your own?”
“Yes, on my own. I’m quite capable of sorting out my life.”
He tipped the box up on its end, picking up a stray screw as it rolled across the table. “What kind of vehicle?”
“A red pickup, but if I find a yellow one at a good price I might be tempted to buy that instead. And fluffy seat covers. Preferably black.”
“I hope you’re kidding. Do you know anything about engines and bodywork?”
“No, but I’m a quick learner.” Oh Lord, she hadn’t meant to say that. Heat rushed to her face. Nathan grinned and the heat got a whole lot hotter.
“I can’t help tomorrow, but I’ll make a list after dinner of all the things you need to check. You can call me on my cell phone if you have any questions while you’re looking around.”
“Apart from the monster list I know you’ll make, do you have any other instructions?” Amy asked.
“No need to get prickly. I’m only helping.”
She’d already had his help today and he hadn’t helped at all. Instead of finding somewhere to live she’d found feelings for Nathan she thought she’d buried years ago. And new ones that curled her stomach into tight knots, unraveling all the plans she’d carefully pieced together.
“Go see Richard Adams on Durston Street. He knows what he’s talking about when it comes to trucks.”
Amy saluted, enjoying the narrowing of Nathan’s eyes.
Sean opened the fridge. “If we’re going to eat soon, I’ve got to get the spaghetti sauce cooking. If you’re hanging around the kitchen in the next few minutes you’ll get a job to do.”
Sally frowned at the clock on the wall. “Goodness, is that the time? I’ve got to go and call Jodi. Yell when dinner’s ready.” She winked at Amy, disappearing fast out the kitchen door. Nathan slid the wooden gates back into their boxes. He didn’t look as though he’d be sticking around for long either.
“What’s so bad about helping with dinner?” Amy asked.
“Helping cook the food is fine.” Nathan stood the packed boxes on their ends and grabbed the drill. “It’s Sean that’s the problem. The man has a major tantrum if the onions aren’t cut into even little pieces. And you’re really in trouble if you mess with his secret ingredient.”
“Which isn’t so secret anymore,” Sean grumbled. “Sally stole my recipe and added it to her school’s fundraising cookbook. Now all of Bozeman knows how to make the best buffalo spaghetti this side of the Rockies.”
Nathan moved toward the kitchen door. “My heart bleeds for you little brother. I’ll be on the stairs if you need me.”
Amy watched Sean stack half the contents of the fridge onto the counter. “I’m pretty good with a knife if you can be a bit flexible about your onions?”
“Slice away. And I’m not as bad as Nathan said.”
“Of course you aren’t.” Amy grinned and Sean laughed back.
“Okay, I admit I do like little cubes of onion. But the thickness of the mushrooms is entirely up to you.”
Reaching across the counter, Amy started to peel the brittle paper-thin shell off an onion. “Cubes it is.” She smiled, listening to the sound of the drill in the hallway and the hiss of the buffalo meat as it hit the hot fry pan.
Seam hummed a tuneless masterpiece as he added tinned tomatoes, garlic and a ton of herbs and spices to another pan. Next came a good dollop of brown sugar and the onions she’d already diced.
“Now that’s what I call family cooking at its finest,” he said.
The knife froze in Amy’s hands. She stared at the last onion. In less than two weeks she’d be on her own again with her sister. Alone in a new house and a new job. Family wasn’t something she was used to, but she’d managed to slip back into feeling like she belonged on the ranch without a thought. She couldn’t afford to let herself enjoy life with the Gray family. She’d done that once before and her heart
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