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“What happened, Mom?” he asked, sleepy-eyed, as she dragged the dogs into his room and locked the door behind them.
“Probably an armadillo.”
His eyes closed. Then opened again. “Can I have pancakes for breakfast?”
“Sure. But it’s not morning yet. You go back to sleep.”
He drifted off again as the dogs jumped onto the bed and settled down around him in a protective circle.
An eternity passed before she heard a car pulling up her driveway. Which set the dogs barking again. She was pretty sure it was Mo, but since she couldn’t see the front from Logan’s room, she stayed put, hanging on to the gun.
Whoever it was didn’t try to come into the house. But soon she did see Mo going around back, walking from outbuilding to outbuilding, checking everything. For the first time, she found his bulk and the determined way he moved reassuring. And she relaxed. Which was so stupid. She shouldn’t relax around Mo. His presence shouldn’t make her feel safe.
He wanted to pin multiple murders on her brother. He was scarcely her friend. And yet, she did feel better for having him here.
He spent half an hour doing a thorough job of checking every building before he came to the back door and knocked. “It’s me.”
“Coming.” She padded downstairs to let him in. The dogs saw their chance and rushed out as soon as the door opened, this time ignoring her calls to get back inside.
He pretty much filled the doorway as he stood on the threshold, looking her over. “Are you and Logan okay?”
And there came that sense of safety again. As if everything was fine now just because he was here. She wanted to throw herself into his arms in relief. Which was an impulse beyond crazy, and very distracting.
He had to repeat his question before it finally reached her brain and she nodded.
“Did you see who it was?”
“Just a shadow.”
“One person or more?”
“I only saw one.” She reached for the kitchen light.
He put his large hand over hers. “In case somebody is out there still, let’s not give them a target.”
“You looked.”
“Around the buildings. You can pick someone off with a good rifle from a fair distance.”
Her stomach tightened at the thought. “Why would anyone want to hurt me?”
He seemed distracted. Kind of staring at her. And as she looked down, she realized she was standing in a shaft of moonlight, wearing nothing but her skimpy summer nightgown.
“Molly.” His voice was low and thick.
Her gaze flew up and met his, and she found his eyes filled with hunger.
Tension ratcheted up and up between them. And then heat. All the heat that she’d been missing with Kenny.
Chapter Four
He’d been doingcommando work long enough to have a sixth sense for knowing when trouble was coming.
Molly Rogers was trouble.
And the need that pulsed through his body as he took in her curves in the lavender silk gown was the least of it.
She stepped around him to the peg board by the back door, grabbed a summer cardigan and wrapped it around herself. He only registered disappointment where he should have felt relief. He didn’t need the distraction.
He liked too many things about her. Her loyalty to her brother. Her devotion to her son. That she dealt with whatever came her way, worked the ranch, took care of everything with dignity and without complaint.
He’d asked around town about her. Found the town gossip at the diner. Mrs. Martin had called Molly “loose,” not the kind of woman a decent man would get tangled with. But when Mo went after specifics...
“So she’s in town and in and out of bars every night?” he’d asked.
“Well, no. She doesn’t really do bars,” the woman admitted with some reluctance.
“With a different man, then, every week, flaunting her boyfriends around town?”
“Not like that.”
“Men go visit her at the ranch?”
“Probably. Just like her mother. It’s in the blood. Women like her draw men to sin.”
Okay, that he could picture.
“What happened, Mom?” he asked, sleepy-eyed, as she dragged the dogs into his room and locked the door behind them.
“Probably an armadillo.”
His eyes closed. Then opened again. “Can I have pancakes for breakfast?”
“Sure. But it’s not morning yet. You go back to sleep.”
He drifted off again as the dogs jumped onto the bed and settled down around him in a protective circle.
An eternity passed before she heard a car pulling up her driveway. Which set the dogs barking again. She was pretty sure it was Mo, but since she couldn’t see the front from Logan’s room, she stayed put, hanging on to the gun.
Whoever it was didn’t try to come into the house. But soon she did see Mo going around back, walking from outbuilding to outbuilding, checking everything. For the first time, she found his bulk and the determined way he moved reassuring. And she relaxed. Which was so stupid. She shouldn’t relax around Mo. His presence shouldn’t make her feel safe.
He wanted to pin multiple murders on her brother. He was scarcely her friend. And yet, she did feel better for having him here.
He spent half an hour doing a thorough job of checking every building before he came to the back door and knocked. “It’s me.”
“Coming.” She padded downstairs to let him in. The dogs saw their chance and rushed out as soon as the door opened, this time ignoring her calls to get back inside.
He pretty much filled the doorway as he stood on the threshold, looking her over. “Are you and Logan okay?”
And there came that sense of safety again. As if everything was fine now just because he was here. She wanted to throw herself into his arms in relief. Which was an impulse beyond crazy, and very distracting.
He had to repeat his question before it finally reached her brain and she nodded.
“Did you see who it was?”
“Just a shadow.”
“One person or more?”
“I only saw one.” She reached for the kitchen light.
He put his large hand over hers. “In case somebody is out there still, let’s not give them a target.”
“You looked.”
“Around the buildings. You can pick someone off with a good rifle from a fair distance.”
Her stomach tightened at the thought. “Why would anyone want to hurt me?”
He seemed distracted. Kind of staring at her. And as she looked down, she realized she was standing in a shaft of moonlight, wearing nothing but her skimpy summer nightgown.
“Molly.” His voice was low and thick.
Her gaze flew up and met his, and she found his eyes filled with hunger.
Tension ratcheted up and up between them. And then heat. All the heat that she’d been missing with Kenny.
Chapter Four
He’d been doingcommando work long enough to have a sixth sense for knowing when trouble was coming.
Molly Rogers was trouble.
And the need that pulsed through his body as he took in her curves in the lavender silk gown was the least of it.
She stepped around him to the peg board by the back door, grabbed a summer cardigan and wrapped it around herself. He only registered disappointment where he should have felt relief. He didn’t need the distraction.
He liked too many things about her. Her loyalty to her brother. Her devotion to her son. That she dealt with whatever came her way, worked the ranch, took care of everything with dignity and without complaint.
He’d asked around town about her. Found the town gossip at the diner. Mrs. Martin had called Molly “loose,” not the kind of woman a decent man would get tangled with. But when Mo went after specifics...
“So she’s in town and in and out of bars every night?” he’d asked.
“Well, no. She doesn’t really do bars,” the woman admitted with some reluctance.
“With a different man, then, every week, flaunting her boyfriends around town?”
“Not like that.”
“Men go visit her at the ranch?”
“Probably. Just like her mother. It’s in the blood. Women like her draw men to sin.”
Okay, that he could picture.
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