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Chapter Two

“This is going to be fun.”

Saedra glanced at the fourteen-year-old girl who sat across from her. Cabe’s daughter, as different from Cabe in personality as sunlight was from darkness, resembled her father with the same brown hair and blue eyes.

“I sure hope so,” Saedra said, eyeing the clock. Two hours until dinnertime. Maybe she’d get lucky and he wouldn’t put in an appearance. “But I’m starting to wonder if I bit off more than I can chew.”

They were in the kitchen, a spacious room that overlooked the front pasture thanks to an octagon window where a bar-height kitchen table sat. Not for the first time Seadra found herself wondering how Cabe could have such a delightful daughter and be such a stink-butt himself.

“What do you need help with?” Rana jiggled in her chair, her brown braids falling over the front of her shoulders. She didn’t wear her cowboy hat, but she’d been wearing one when she’d gotten off the bus at the end of the driveway an hour or so ago. Saedra had watched her walk up the long road from where she and Ramses had settled on one of the pillow cushions next to the window. She’d been writing her to-do list for the wedding, but she liked the young girl. A friendly face. She needed that.

“Everything.” Saedra played with the notepad she’d used. Scrawled in her loopy handwriting was a list a mile long, or so it seemed. She sighed. “I guess the first thing to do is decide where we should have it.”

“Here.”

Saedra tried not to laugh. “Not possible, kiddo. Half the rodeo world will be attending, and you don’t have the room. You should have seen everyone at the finals—they can’t wait to watch Trent get hitched. Frankly, there’s no need to send out invitations because everyone who’s anyone is already planning to attend.”

The girl tapped her fingers on the side of her cheek, sunlight from the nearby windows making her blue eyes appear huge. “We can rent a tent.”

“What if it snows?”

“Then it’ll be a white wedding.”

Oh, if only it were that simple.

“The weight of the snow will collapse the tent.”

“Then we can move the wedding into the horse barn.”

“It’s not big enough.”

“Then I think we’re hosed.”

Hosed? She almost laughed. She hadn’t heard that term in ages. “I think we are, indeed, hosed.”

“No, really, Saedra. We’re in trouble. There’s no place in town where you can have a wedding on such short notice. It’ll be Christmas week. The churches will all be having events. So will any of the other usual places. And we don’t have a big hotel with a big wedding hall. It’s going to have to be here. Plus, I think Alana wants it that way, however we manage to do it.”

The kid had a point.

Saedra wrinkled her nose. “Okay, fine. I’ll call Alana up and ask her for her thoughts.” She made a note in the margin of her list. “What about flowers? Any florists in town?”

“Actually, two.”

Woo-hoo. Such a variety.

“I can do the wedding cake myself if I have to, although I prefer not to,” Saedra muttered. “But I’m a little stuck on the menu. I would offer to barbecue, but once again, the weather—”

“You need to talk to my dad about cooking. He’s really awesome in the kitchen. He had to learn after my mom died.”

The sadness that flitted across the girl’s face was like a wisp of fog, gone before it could fully form, but still there. Saedra’s throat sprouted a lump. Poor thing. She should really cut Cabe some slack. He’d been through a lot.

“Is there a phone book I can use?”

Rana stared at her as if she was speaking a foreign language. “Phone book?”

“Yeah. You know. The yellow book with newspaper pages with numbers on them.” She sent the girl a teasing smile.

“No, but there’s Google.”

“Do you have internet?”

“Of course.” Rana gave her a look that clearly said the Jensens weren’t complete rednecks. “But I think you should go into town with my dad. You know, see what you can find. Maybe one of the Lions Club halls would work if it’s not being used.”

Not on her life—at least as far as going anywhere with her dad.

“That’s okay.” She tried for a sunny smile, although she wasn’t entirely certain if she succeeded. “I think I’ll wing it on my own. How far is town from here?”

A perplexed frown filled the girl’s face. “You passed it on your way here.”

That was town? Oh, dear. She’d thought for sure she’d missed a turnoff and that there was a big shopping mall and a residential area somewhere off in the distance. This might be more difficult than she imagined.

“What’s the next biggest town?”

“Maybe Susanville.” Rana swept a lock of brown hair off her face. “Or Reno.”

Reno. That might be an option. She’d driven through there on her way to New Horizons Ranch.

“Okay, great. I’m off, then.”

“Not without my dad.”

Saedra tucked her chair in, the legs screeching on the hardwood floors. “I don’t need your dad.”

“What if you get lost?”

“How can I get lost? There’s only one road.”

“There’s other businesses tucked off side streets.” The girl jumped off her stool. “Dad!” She turned toward the front of the house. “Saedra needs to go into town.”

“No,” Saedra cried, holding out her hands. “That’s okay. I can explore on my own.”

“Da-ad!” Rana called again.

“It’s okay, Rana. Really. No need to bother—”

“What’s all the yelling about?”

Crud. He must have been right around the corner.

“Saedra needs you to take her into town,” the girl announced.

The man filled the doorway, and without his cowboy hat, his brown wavy hair made him appear more boyish. Not at all what she would have expected.

“Actually, I’ll be fine on my own.”

“But you don’t know where anything is.” Rana met her father’s gaze. “She needs to visit the florist and maybe stop off at someplace that rents tents.”

“No, no.” Saedra pulled out her cell phone. “I’ll be fine on my own.” She shot him a smile. “Have Google, will travel.”

Cabe’s lips lifted, but not into a smile. No. More of a grimace. She could tell he searched for a graceful way out of his daughter’s request, but couldn’t think of anything.

“What time did you want to leave?”

She released a sigh of disappointment. “Really, Cabe. It’s okay. I’m sure you have a million things to do, what with guests arriving tomorrow—”

“Don’t listen to her, Dad. She’s trying to be polite, but we don’t have time for that. Trent and Alana’s wedding is in two weeks.”

And somewhere in there was Christmas, as Rana had mentioned. Come to think of it, where were all the Christmas decorations? Not so much as a jingle bell in sight.

“I can take you to town in an hour.”

“Perfect!” Rana couldn’t contain her excitement. “I’ll stay here and research outdoor weddings. Maybe someone can rent us a portable building or something.”

Saedra spun to face the little girl. “You’re not going with us?” She was certain her panic showed on her face.

“Nah. I have some homework to do. But I stay here alone all the time. No need to look so worried.”

Worried was not the word. Dismayed. Maybe even nauseous.

“In fact, I think I’ll get started on that homework now.” Rana reached for a bowl of apples sitting on a rose-colored countertop. “I’ll see you after.”

Only if Saedra didn’t run screaming for the hills.

* * *

NOT EVEN AN hour had passed and already she’d interfered with his life.

Relax, Cabe, it’s not like she doesn’t have a good reason.

Cabe tried to remind himself of that fact as he pulled up in front of his home. His daughter had had a point earlier. The sooner they got the major details of Alana’s wedding done, the sooner Saedra would be out of his hair. He was certain the woman could manage the minor details on her own.

He hoped.

She came bounding down the steps of his house like a teenager and looking younger than her years in her off-white jacket and a matching knit hat that hugged the contours of her face. The sun had already started to set, golden rays of light catching the twin edges of her pigtails and setting them afire. Pigtails. It should look stupid on someone her age, but on Saedra Robbins, it only made her look sexy. Just the sight of her sent a jolt through his insides, one that left him feeling flushed and edgy and out of sorts.

She jerked on the door handle, the loss in cabin pressure popping his ears, the smell of her assaulting his senses an instant later. Vanilla and cinnamon.

She didn’t even bother to greet him. “You don’t have to do this.”

It must have been his own internal grumpiness that made him say, “I wouldn’t if I didn’t want to.”

She’d slipped into the interior of the ranch’s black truck easily, the cabin pressure lowering once again as she slammed the door closed, that space between them suddenly smelling entirely too good for his peace of mind.

“You’re just saying that to be kind.”

Yes, he was, but she didn’t need to know that.

“Rana will understand if we tell her you changed your mind.”

“Actually, I think my daughter will make my life miserable if I don’t do exactly as she asks.”

She frowned. He faced ahead, squinting his eyes against the sunlight on the truck’s hood.

“Okay, fine.”

He put the truck in gear, trying not to spin the tires as they set off down the drive.

“What’s on your list of things to do?”

He could sense her staring at him. He refused to look at her because if he did, he might start thinking those crazy thoughts again, the ones that made his body do things it shouldn’t be doing.

You’re hard up, buddy.

Maybe he was. That had to be the reason he clenched the steering wheel so hard. Why he refused to look at her. Why he tried not to even breathe deeply. It sure as hell had nothing to do with wanting to go to bed with the woman. She’d be the last woman on earth he’d want to do that with, for myriad reasons. They were polar opposites in personality. He liked things nice and quiet, had worked hard to carve out a routine life that revolved around his ranch and catering to guests. She was used to living life in the limelight. And next year she was making a bid for the National Finals Rodeo on her barrel-racing horse....

Nope. Never in a million years would he be interested in a woman like Saedra Robbins.

“Speaking of the wedding, why don’t you have any Christmas decorations up?”

He almost slammed on the brakes. They were at the end of his driveway.

“Did you not have the time because of the NFR?”

He gripped the steering wheel even harder, probably leaving dents, his knuckles screaming in protest.

“Hey. You okay?”

“Fine.” He had to force the word past his lips.

“You look sort of...ill.”

Deep breath. “We don’t decorate the house.”

Cabe turned left, out of his driveway, but he could still feel her staring at him, still tell by the way she shifted in her seat that the words surprised her.

“Why not?”

He scanned the road left and right, the waning sunlight causing him to have to lower the brim of his hat so he could see better. “We just don’t.”

But he knew the moment he said the words that they’d only leave her more curious. He wasn’t exactly holding true to his vow to appear more friendly, now, was he?

“Is it a religious thing?”

“No.”

“Okay, good, because if it’s just a timing thing, I can help. Now would be a really good time to do it, too, you know, before things get too crazy with the wedding.”

“No.”

“No to doing it now? Or no to decorating entirely?”

“I don’t want the house decorated.”

Silence. He could sense her surprise. Off in the distance he noticed storm clouds, and Cabe mentally cursed under his breath. In all the hullabaloo surrounding her arrival he hadn’t bothered to check the weather forecast. If it was going to snow, that meant he needed to prepare, but by the time he returned from town, it’d be pitch-black outside.

She still hadn’t spoken and he knew he’d probably been too harsh. But, damn it, she needed to get it through her head that Christmas was not a good time of year. Not since...

He swallowed.

Kimberly.

“Your wife and brother died around this time of year, didn’t they?”

It felt like he’d been sucker punched. As if she’d probed an old wound that sent spasms of pain through his insides. Physical pain.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

He stared straight ahead still, but he spotted movement, nearly gasped when he felt her hand on his thigh a moment later.

“Cabe, I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean... I wasn’t trying to...”

What? Be nosy? No. She wasn’t trying to be that. He knew that, but he still wanted to lash out at her, had to take deep breaths to keep from saying something he knew he might regret later.

“If it helps, I know what you’re going through.”

Oh, yeah? Had she lost a wife and a brother on the same day? Had she lost the mother of her only child? Her best friend?

“Dustin died just before the NFR and so, for me, Thanksgiving is hell.”

Dustin. Trent’s best friend. And hers, too, from the sound of it.

“I didn’t mean to pry.”

She released his thigh. He closed his eyes against the pain, but it wasn’t just emotional pain. Something else had filled him, something that had to do with the way her hand felt against his leg, something that made him so instantly upset, he found himself gunning the engine.

“Let’s just get this over with, shall we?”

He headed toward town, glancing back at her in time to see her nod.

But deep down inside, in a place Cabe had forgotten existed, a place that reminded him that he was a man who’d been without a woman for far too long, Cabe wanted to cry. Admitting that he was human, that he found Saedra attractive, was the worst thing of all.

He betrayed his wife with every damn thought.