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Cars and trucks lined Norm’s street when Wade pulled up the next morning. He took one glance at the throng of vehicles and nearly kept on going.

But he’d already ridden for hours and it hadn’t done any good. After a miserable, restless night, he’d dragged himself out of bed, jumped on his Harley, and hurtled down the country roads—just opened the throttle and unleashed the V-Rod’s raw power. But the grief still clamped down on him, crushing him, like a huge vise squeezing his chest.

And the last thing he wanted to do right now was to deal with people. He didn’t want condolences and he sure as hell didn’t want pity. But he couldn’t leave town yet. He’d promised Norm he’d stay and he would, until they buried him in the ground.

A sharp ache knifed through his chest, but he sucked in a ragged breath. Then, before he could change his mind, he parked the bike, strode up the short cement walkway and pushed open the door to the kitchen.

As he’d expected, the house overflowed with neighbors. Max waved from across the kitchen to get his attention, and worked his way to him through the crowd.

“Wade, thank God you’re here.” Max clapped his hand on his shoulder. “Ed from the funeral parlor called. You need to call him back.”

Wade spotted the coffee machine on the counter, flanked by cakes and rolls. “Why does he want to talk to me?”

“He needs to know what you decided about the funeral.”

“What do you mean, what I decided? Why couldn’t you handle that?” He moved to the counter, tugged a foam cup off the stack and poured himself some coffee.

“Because you’re next of kin. And I wasn’t sure if you’d want a viewing or just the service.”

Viewing? Service? What the hell did he care? He wanted to bury Norm and leave town.

“They’ll send the obituary to the newspaper, too,” Max added. “As soon as you confirm the details. Norm left everything you’d need with the will.”

“Everything I’d need for what? What are you talking about?”

Max scratched his head. “You didn’t know? Norm told me it was all set.”

He slugged back the coffee, then narrowed his eyes at Max. “Exactly what am I supposed to know?”

“That you’re executor of the will.”

“Executor? You’re kidding.” How could he do that? Didn’t an executor have to file papers? Pay taxes? Jump through hoops of red tape? “I don’t even live here anymore.”

Max shrugged. “It shouldn’t take long. A few months maybe.”

“A few months!”

“Maybe longer. They can tell you at the courthouse.”

He stared at Max. He couldn’t stay here for months; he could barely tolerate days. And Norm knew that. So why had he saddled him with this job?

Because he knew Wade wouldn’t turn him down—which meant he’d wanted him to stay. But why?

He scowled. Norm had never asked him to live in Millstown, never even brought that subject up. Besides, what would Wade do in Millstown with Norm gone?

An image of Erin’s sagging porch came to mind. Hell. Was that what this was about?

Anger flared, then slammed through his gut. Did Erin know about this arrangement? Had she schemed with Norm behind his back? Just what the hell was she up to?

He thought of her sweet body pressed to his back, her gentle voice in the dark, and his fury abruptly deflated. No, Erin hadn’t done this. She would never manipulate him that way. Norm had hatched this plot alone.

But that still didn’t mean that he liked it.

The phone trilled across the noisy room. “Hey, Wade,” someone called a moment later. “It’s Ed from the funeral home again.”

Still seething, he dumped his remaining coffee in the sink and slammed the cup in the trash. He’d deal with the funeral parlor. And the paper. And the courthouse, and anything else that he had to.

He’d been boned from the bottom. He didn’t have a choice.

But damned if he would stay in Millstown one minute longer than it took to settle that will. Not one second longer. No matter what Norm had in mind.

Early that evening, with both his knee and skull now hammering, Wade returned to Mills Ferry. He hauled himself up the stairs, intending to gulp down some painkillers and crash into bed.

“Do you have a minute, Wade?”

He stopped partway up the stairs and looked down. Erin stood in the foyer, her red hair shimmering in the light. She clasped her hands together. “I need to talk to you, if you don’t mind.”

“Sure.” He trudged back down the stairs. She probably wanted to talk about Norm. He hoped she cut it short. He didn’t want to chat after making funeral arrangements all day.

“Grandma’s watching TV in the parlor, so why don’t we talk in the kitchen?”

“Fine.” He glanced into the small front room as he passed. The older woman sat in an armchair, wrapped in a colorful quilt.

He limped behind Erin toward the kitchen. Despite the pain ramming his skull, he appreciated the view. Her tight, faded jeans hugged her lushly curved bottom and highlighted the flare of her hips.

Then she leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms, and his gaze lodged on her breasts, just as it always had in high school. The corner of his mouth kicked up. She’d driven him crazy back then. He’d spent years in a haze of lust, imagining how she’d look and feel naked.

But no fantasy had matched the reality of Erin. The taste of her delicate skin. The satiny feel of her breasts. And when he’d been inside her…

He shifted, swallowed hard. “Dinner smells good.”

She flashed a nervous smile. “I made chicken enchiladas. I hope you like Mexican food.”

“I like anything I can eat.”

“It’s nothing fancy. I’m not that great a cook.”

Why did she need to apologize? “Believe me, I’m not picky. I’m a smokejumper, remember?”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“Constant hunger. Even ratted C-rations look good after a few days working a fire.” He tugged the waistband of his jeans, which had ridden low on his hips. “You can’t eat enough to keep the weight on. That’s why my jeans are so loose.”

Her gaze skimmed down his chest to his waist. And then lower. Her cheeks flushed and hot desire lashed his groin.

Thrown off guard, he pulled out a chair and sat. The abrupt movement jolted his knee but he welcomed the distraction. “So what did you want to talk about?”

Her forehead furrowed. “There’s something you need to know. Norm lent me some money a while back. Quite a bit, actually. Ten thousand dollars.

“Grandma’s accident generated a lot of bills,” she continued. “Medicare covered most of them, but she doesn’t have a supplement, so the extras added up. The drugs alone cost a fortune. And then there’s this house.” She sighed. “I love it, but it’s an absolute money pit. Everything’s breaking and rotting away. And then the roof started leaking and I had to have it repaired. It really needs to be replaced, but—”

“Erin, why are you telling me this?”

She sighed, more heavily this time. “Because I can’t pay it back. Not yet, anyway. I will, but I—”

“Forget it.”

“What?”

“I said forget it. Norm’s dead. He doesn’t need the money.”

“But—”

“Look, I read the will today and he left almost everything to me. And I don’t want the money.” Or the delay collecting the debt would cause. He stood.

“Wade, did you hear me? I said I owe you ten thousand dollars.”

“And I said I don’t need it.”

“But everybody needs—”

“Listen. I make good money at what I do, and I rake in the overtime pay.” He shrugged. “And I don’t have many expenses. Maybe I’m not rich by some standards, but I’m sure as hell not poor.”

She shook her head. “Even if I wanted to let you forget it—and I certainly don’t—you might not have a choice. I don’t know much about settling estates, but I don’t think you can just write off a debt like that.”

“So I’ll take the money out of my account and put it into Norm’s. What difference does it make?”

“It makes a difference to me.”

“Erin, Norm gave the money to you.”

“He lent the money to me. There’s a difference.”

“Well, I don’t want the money, so just forget it.” He started toward the door.

“Oh, no, you don’t.” She stalked into his path and put out her hand to block him. “Stop right there! Just stop! You are not going to do this. I absolutely won’t let you.”

He frowned down at her. “Not do what?”

“Riding in here like some knight in shining armor, throwing your money around to solve my problems, and then bolting away again.”

Her green eyes blazed at him. She was actually angry. Because he didn’t want her money? Or because he was going to leave?

Dread spiraled through his gut. “This is about that night at the river, isn’t it?”

“What?” she gasped.

“You’re mad because I left.”

“I am not!”

He plunged his hand through his hair. “Erin, I couldn’t stay in Millstown.”

“And I never asked you to.” She planted her hands on her hips. “I knew all along you were leaving. You’d talked about it for months. So don’t you dare put that guilt on yourself. Don’t you dare! I knew exactly what I was doing.”

She sure did. She’d excited him out of his mind and he’d fantasized about it ever since.

Color rode high on her cheeks. “I was the one who suggested it, if you recall. And I got what I wanted.”

“What? A night of sex?”

“That’s right.”

His own temper flared. It had been a hell of a lot more than that and she knew it.

And it had scared him to death.

He stilled. Is that why he’d rushed off? Because he couldn’t deal with his feelings for Erin? Or had he been protecting her from himself, as he’d convinced himself all these years?

He’d been a rough, scrappy kid from the trailer trash side of town, not the kind of man she should marry. He’d had no skills, no way to earn a living. Of course he’d been right to leave.

The telephone rang in the tense silence. A second later it rang again. He motioned toward it with his hand. “Aren’t you going to get that?”

“The machine can pick it up.”

The phone rang again and the answering machine beeped on. “Erin, this is Mike,” the machine recorded. “I wanted to know if you’d like to go to the symphony tomorrow night. I’ve got the bank’s box, if you’re interested. I thought we could have dinner first, maybe around seven?”

Erin lifted a shoulder, her face still flushed. “Mike Kell,” she explained. “He teaches with me at St. Michaels.”

Mike Kell. Sure, he remembered. Class president and valedictorian. His father owned the bank. Wade’s jaw clenched.

“…so give me a call when you get in,” Mike finished. The machine clicked off, paused, then whirred as it rewound.

“I take it you’re dating?”

“Not really.”

He scowled. “Dinner and the symphony sounds like a date to me.”

“We’re just friends.”

But Mike wanted it to be more, he guessed. And Mike was exactly the type Erin belonged with. Classy, educated. Irritation surged in his gut.

His gaze settled on the shadows under her eyes, the fatigue lining her face, and his temper rose. So why wasn’t Mike taking care of her? He wouldn’t let her suffer if she belonged to him—teaching rowdy kids all day, slaving over her grandmother at night, scraping by on borrowed money while her house rotted apart. Why didn’t Mike grab a chain saw and cut up those limbs in the yard or pick up a hammer and fix the porch?

Erin’s gaze caught his. “Look, I’m going to pay back the money. I just need time to organize things, that’s all.”

“And I said I don’t want it.”

Her chin came up. “Well, that’s too bad because I’m still going to pay it back. This isn’t your problem.”

“Norm made it my problem.”

She crossed her arms, her pride apparent in the tilt of her head. But another emotion flitted through her eyes. Worry. Anxiety. And suddenly she looked vulnerable, lost, like that abandoned kid she’d once been.

The kid with rejection haunting her eyes from a mother who didn’t want her. The kid who’d flashed him that sweet, shy smile, despite his bad reputation. The one who had accepted him.

A hard fist twisted his heart. He didn’t mean to trample her pride, and he sure didn’t want to hurt her. He never could stand to wound Erin.

But she obviously couldn’t solve this alone. Even if she paid off the loan, the house still needed attention. And who knew what other debts she had, or what she’d do in the future?

Which meant he had to get involved, whether she liked it or not. She had no one else to help her.

“You don’t mind if I stay here, do you?” he asked slowly. “While I’m going through Norm’s things, I mean.”

“Of course not. You can stay as long as you want.”

“Good.” That would give him time to fix the house and solve the rest of her problems. He turned and strode toward the door.

“Wade.”

He paused and turned back. Her green eyes narrowed on his. “I’m serious. I said I don’t want a savior.”

But she sure as hell needed one. And it appeared it was going to be him.