River Road (River's End Series, #4)

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with unbridled curiosity.
    She stuck her tongue out and took the bag he offered her that held her precious work. Finally! Something to do. “Because I needed a change.”
    “Oh.” He let a lingering pause settle between them. “Because of your mom?”
    “Yup. All because of my mom.” She passed by Greg and walked into her cabin with him close behind. He knew she had recently lost her mom, but didn’t know about the hole it had ripped in her chest. She kept it light and easy, as if she were only mildly sad. He didn’t know two figs about her or her real life. Only because of her mom was she there. That was no lie.
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    AJ started early when he tore out the grass that went all the way up to each cabin, front and back. He was working quietly, so as not to disturb anyone. It was tedious work. Using a straight edge and shovel, he cut squares in the grass, and using a pitchfork, simply lifted the squares up and stacked them off to the side. Later, he planned to bring the loud tractor up to load all the sod squares. Meanwhile, he had to get the small flowerbeds ready for planting and bark or decorative stone to fill in around them. Now Erin was talking about using little, fancy river rocks. AJ bit his lip while Jack described it to him earlier that morning. He grumbled about all the rock they had right at their beach, so why buy the damn stuff? But Erin thought that river rock was too big. Jack wasn’t happy about it. Working away, by nine o’clock the sun finally slipped over the mountain above River’s End. The warm rays hit AJ’s back and he could feel the inevitable heat of the day through his t-shirt. It was going to be another hot one today.
    He brushed the sweat gathering on his forehead and tucked a bandanna around his head before throwing his hat off to the side.
    He glanced up when the door to the cabin suddenly burst open as if the intruder wanted to shove it off its hinges or shatter the glass inside. Then… well, he should have realized who it was by the vigorous energy used to merely open the door. It had to be Kate Morgan.
    She was a bundle of energy. Quick, energetic, and confident, she seemed as though she were entitled to explore the ranch, and AJ would have bet that was how she lived her life. Loud and sure and there . There was no mistaking Kate’s presence. He sensed it didn’t just include her vacationing there. Yet, she wasn’t obnoxious or rude or annoying. She was mostly just bold and brash, living her life, it seemed, with a vigor he couldn’t imagine. He was slightly intimidated by her. Sure. He wondered what person in their right mind would not have been.
    She stepped out onto the deck, unaware of him working right below it. He sighed. He supposed he’d better let her know he was there. She walked to the edge of the railing and leaned on it, a coffee cup gripped in her hand. She placed it on the railing as the steam spiraled from it.
    AJ glanced up and quickly averted his gaze. She wore only a man’s long, white button-up shirt that ended at her mid-thighs. What thighs. Her legs went up to her neck, it seemed. They were longer than his, he was pretty sure. Bare now, her thighs were slim and shapely. Her breasts pushed against the thin, way too thin material. She wore no bra. Just two bright, pointy nipples pushing like fire pokers through the flimsy material. Her blonde hair was tousled all about on top of her head. It made her eyes look as big as an owl’s. He wasn’t usually attracted to women with short hair. But on Kate? Nothing else would work. It so matched her fast and furious personality and the presence she had in every place she went. Confident, bold, and brassy, yet it also highlighted the delicate line of her jaw and small ears.
    He scraped harder at the grass, his shovel hitting a large rock and making a loud ding. Predictably, she leaned over the railing to investigate. He didn’t look up to observe her. He didn’t need another look at her naked breasts sheathed in

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