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Cord spent a restless night in the back room at Dolan’s. For every pleasant dream he had about a beautiful, mysterious woman sharing his bed, there was a counterpoint—the nightmare of a baby’s whispered cries fading into silence. He awoke bathed in a cold sweat more times than he could count.

Finally just before dawn, unable to face the torment of another nightmare, he’d crawled out of his sleeping bag, rolled it into a neat bundle, then tried to repair the night’s ravages to his face. Eyedrops and a shave took care of the worst of it. A micro-waved cup of last night’s leftover coffee gave him a much-needed jolt of caffeine and a couple of stale doughnuts gave him a sugar rush that would last him through the morning. By six he was feeling almost human and ready to face the day.

But he still couldn’t shake his worry about the baby he and Sharon Lynn had rescued from the frigid night. Had she been out there long enough to catch her death of cold? What if she were spiking a fever? Would Sharon Lynn know what to do? Probably every bit as well as he would, he conceded.

The temptation to go by her place to see how the pair of them were doing was tremendous. It was also a distraction, one he’d vowed not to allow, especially since he couldn’t be sure that concern for the baby was the only reason he wanted to drop in. He was determined that the previous night’s incidents weren’t going to take his mind off of what he had to do today.

Right after his discovery the day before that White Pines was hiring, he’d made a call to the ranch. He was scheduled for a 7:00 a.m. meeting with Cody Adams and nothing on God’s earth was going to keep him from being on time for it. Allowing for the condition of the roads, it was going to take every second he had allowed to drive to White Pines. He figured showing up on schedule despite the adverse conditions would be a point in his favor.

His tight timetable and grim determination not to allow any distractions might not permit a visit, but he could detour past Sharon Lynn’s house. That might not be nearly as satisfying as getting a peek at the two of them, but it would be enough to reassure himself that they were nice and cozy inside on this miserable morning. Then he could go on to his job interview with a clear conscience.

“That’s a plan,” he concluded, slamming the door on his pickup and easing out onto a road covered with snow and a treacherous undersheet of ice. The drive was going to be a picnic, all right, he thought as the tires skidded, then finally held.

The sun was just beginning to sneak over the horizon as he eased cautiously down Main Street. He caught a glimpse of the huge orange ball in his rear-view mirror as he crept down the block, then turned the corner to drive past Sharon Lynn’s.

The small, neat house, which also doubled as a veterinary clinic, had surprised him when they’d arrived there the night before. He’d been expecting something bigger, fancier, but once he’d walked through the front door he’d had the feeling that the house suited Sharon Lynn. It was homey and warm, a welcoming kind of place with its cheery yellows and mellowing blues. And she’d explained that the veterinary practice belonged to her cousin, who actually owned the property and, she added with a grin, most of the cats and kittens who were scrambling around their ankles the instant they’d walked through the door.

“Dani’s always taking in strays, me included,” Sharon Lynn had told him. She indicated the baby in her arms. “This would be a little over the top even for her.”

“But not for you,” he’d guessed. “You’re a natural mother.”

The comment had brought on a too-quick denial…and tears she hadn’t been quick enough to hide. There were emotions there he couldn’t begin to fathom and she hadn’t given him time to try.

With a briskness that had amused him, she’d thanked him for walking her home, for helping with all the baby supplies she’d taken from the store, and hustled him out the door before he could blink. Before he knew it, he was outside looking in, just as he had been all his life. The woman was a self-sufficient whirlwind, all right. It was an irritating trait, especially to a man who had hoped to be needed.

She wouldn’t go on brushing him off, he’d promised himself as he left. Soon he would be part of her life, but only after he was settled, only when he had something to offer. He wasn’t long on patience, so he’d just have to make sure he had steady work by the end of the day. That would give him confidence and resources, so he could begin phase one of his campaign to win Sharon Lynn’s heart.

As his pickup idled, he gave the house a quick survey in the pale morning light. There was a light on—in the kitchen, he thought, recalling the layout of the house from his brief stay the night before. He pictured Sharon Lynn, her hair tousled from sleep, her cheeks flushed, maybe wearing nothing more than a robe, heating a baby bottle or maybe making coffee. It was like gazing into his heart and seeing what he’d longed for all his life—someone to come home to, someone who cared. And a baby they’d created together, one who would never know the kind of abandonment he’d felt when his mama had run off.

He imagined he heard a baby’s whimper, though it would have been impossible at this distance with windows closed and the wind howling. Just thinking of that tiny baby brought on a smile, one that lasted until he thought of the son of a bitch who’d left her in the alley. Heaven help the man if Cord ever came across him. Or if Sharon Lynn did, he thought, grinning at the memory of her outrage and the flash of temper that had accompanied it.

Satisfied that short of going inside to check in person, he’d made sure that all was well, he sighed deeply and drove on. He was more determined than ever to get to White Pines in time to get that job. Though he didn’t like thinking that his goals had shifted and had gotten all twisted up with staying close to a woman and a baby, he couldn’t help conceding he had more reasons than ever for wanting to settle down in this little corner of west Texas.

By Saturday morning Sharon Lynn was exhausted. The baby hadn’t settled down for more than a minute all night. Fortunately the drugstore had had all the supplies she’d needed to keep the baby comfortable and fed. Cord Branson had walked her home carrying all the packages. Even though she’d said she could manage, he’d given her one of those impatient, superior male looks, picked up the supplies and waited for her to lead the way. It hadn’t seemed worth arguing about. And it had been reassuring to have someone to cling to each time her feet had slipped on the icy sidewalks. She was forced to admit it wouldn’t have been easy to avoid a tumble without him. For her own sake and the baby’s, she’d been grateful that he’d insisted.

At the house, though, she’d been eager to have him leave. Other than family, she hadn’t had any male company since she’d moved in and Cord was the kind of man who made his presence felt the instant he walked through the door. All that potent masculinity was an unnecessary distraction when she wanted to concentrate on the baby.

Cord had offered to stick around and help, to bunk on the sofa, but she’d figured she was going to have enough explaining to do about the baby without having to come up with explanations for letting a total stranger—a very masculine stranger—spend the night in her house. It was a very logical excuse for ridding herself of a man who made her nervous for reasons she wasn’t quite ready to explore.

The minute she’d hustled him out the door, the baby had begun to cry as if she’d felt abandoned all over again. Sharon Lynn had begun her night of pacing. Even after the baby had fallen into a restless sleep, she’d been unable to fall asleep herself. There were too many decisions to be made, too many unanswerable questions to consider.

By morning she’d reached only one conclusion. She knew she was going to have to call someone, Justin maybe, and report the baby turning up. She probably should have done it at once, but the instant Cord had placed the child in her arms, she had known she couldn’t let go until she could come up with a plan to keep the baby safe from whomever had abandoned it on her doorstep. Protecting the child was all that mattered.

She wanted to believe it was someone who’d chosen her store because he or she had known that Sharon Lynn would care for the baby. She tried to envision a mother desperate enough to let her child go but concerned enough to assure that the baby was in good hands.

But even as she tried to put the best possible spin on things, she couldn’t help thinking that the baby could have died, could have been left in that alley all alone, undiscovered, until it was too late. She knew that was what Cord thought had happened. He hadn’t believed for an instant that the baby was meant to be found. Skepticism had been written all over his face when she’d suggested it. The possibility that he could be right infuriated her.

How could anyone be so heartless? How could any mother do that? she wondered fiercely.

Then she recalled what Cord had deduced. The person doing the leaving had been a man. The baby’s father, perhaps? A man who couldn’t cope with his own responsibility for a newborn? Somehow that was even worse. She prayed for the chance to see that man rot in jail for his crime against the precious baby now sleeping in her room.

It hadn’t required a lot of detective work last night to determine that the baby was a girl. One diaper change had answered that question. The baby wasn’t a newborn. That question had been answered as well. The umbilical cord had healed. She had to be a few weeks old at least. That meant that the mother had held her and fed her and comforted her—and then let her go.

Which brought Sharon Lynn right back to the question that had been tormenting her all night long. How could any mother give up her baby, especially in such a cruel and heartless manner? Had an unwilling father or a new boyfriend been the one to take the baby and leave it in the alley? Why would any woman choose a sick man capable of doing that over her own precious baby?

Those were all questions for the authorities, but as the night had worn on, Sharon Lynn hadn’t been able to imagine letting them take the baby away while they searched for answers. There had to be some way she could become the child’s temporary guardian, if only to assure that the baby wouldn’t become just another statistic in the overburdened foster care system. She’d read too many horror stories about slip-ups, about babies sent home only to wind up beaten or dead within days or weeks. It wouldn’t happen to this child, not if she had anything at all to say about it.

At dawn she called her part-time employee, Patsy Driscoll, and asked her to open up at Dolan’s. Two hours later with the baby fed and her own breakfast churning acid in her stomach, she drew in a deep breath and forced herself to dial the sheriff’s office. To her dismay her cousin wasn’t in yet, but the new dispatcher clucked sympathetically at Sharon Lynn’s explanation for needing Justin and promised to track him down and get him to her house on the double.

“I can try him at home,” Sharon Lynn protested.

“No, indeed. You just take care of that child,” Maribel Hawkins insisted. “I’ll find the sheriff for you. With the roads a mess, people skidding into ditches and every deputy out on calls, there’s no telling where Justin might be. He hasn’t checked in with me yet, but that doesn’t mean he’s not on duty. He has a way of forgetting that it helps if I know where to find him.”

Sharon Lynn grinned at the touch of indignation in Maribel’s voice. She’d taken over while the regular dispatcher was out on maternity leave and her oft-stated goal was to change Justin’s lackadaisical ways. Obviously she was relishing this latest chance to chide him for not following the rules about reporting in at the start of the day. Maribel wasn’t the least bit intimidated by the fact that as the town’s newly elected sheriff, Justin was the one who made the rules.

“Don’t forget he could be at Dolan’s having breakfast,” Sharon Lynn said.

“Believe me, honey, I know all the man’s hiding places. He’ll be over there in a heartbeat.”

True to Maribel’s promise, Justin arrived within minutes, looking disheveled and cranky. Apparently the dispatcher had dragged him out of bed on what had turned out to be his first day off in two weeks. A newlywed, he was none too pleased about that or about the reason for it.

“Maybe I was still half asleep, maybe I didn’t hear dispatch right,” he said as he came in the front door without bothering to knock. “Maribel said somebody left a baby on your doorstep last night.”

There was enough censure and disbelief in his tone to have Sharon Lynn scowling at him defiantly. “That’s correct.”

His voice climbed. “And the reason you didn’t notify me before now would be?”

“Because it was late and I figured there wouldn’t be a thing you could do before morning anyway. Cord and I had things under control here.”

His scowl deepened. “Cord?”

“Another story,” she said dismissively. If Justin was this worked up over the baby, she could just imagine what he’d have to say about the stranger who’d been a big part of the night’s events. Thankfully he let the mention of Cord pass.

He glanced around the living room. “Where’s the baby?” he asked.

“Sleeping, or at least she was until you came in here bellowing.” Hands on hips, she faced him belligerently. “Tone it down, or you can leave right now.”

“I don’t think so.”

They scowled at each other for a full minute, before she finally relented and led the way to her bedroom. The baby was squarely in the middle of her bed, surrounded by pillows. She was so tiny, so precious, with her halo of soft blond curls and rosy cheeks. Her solemn, watchful eyes seemed to fix on Sharon Lynn. Just looking at her was enough to fill Sharon Lynn’s heart with joy. With her gaze immediately drawn to the sleeping child, she moved to the edge of the bed and skimmed a finger across a pudgy cheek.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” she whispered.

“Oh, no,” Justin said, his gaze locked on her and not the baby.

Sharon Lynn blinked at his fierce tone, then glanced up at him. “What?”

“You can’t keep her, Sharon Lynn.”

She had known that, of course, but something in Justin’s voice riled her. Her stubborn streak kicked in. She lifted her chin. “Why not?”

“You know perfectly well why not. She’s not yours.”

“Well, obviously the mother doesn’t want her.”

“Unless she was kidnapped,” he suggested.

Sharon Lynn swallowed hard. It was one explanation she had never even considered. Kidnapped babies were held for ransom. They weren’t abandoned. Were they?

“You don’t seriously think…”

He raked a hand through his hair and snapped impatiently, “I don’t know what to think. I would have known a hell of a lot more by now if you’d told me about her last night, if I’d been able to check out the alley behind the store for any evidence, and if I’d had time to check all the faxes about missing kids.”

“Do that now,” she said reasonably. “Whatever evidence was in that alley hasn’t gone anywhere. As for the faxes, I’ve seen your desk. They haven’t gone anywhere, either.”

“I’ll do all that right after I take her to the hospital to be thoroughly checked out and call social services,” he said. “They’re going to love being hauled out on a Saturday after a blizzard.”

Sharon Lynn instinctively moved between her cousin and the baby. “My point exactly. If it’s going to be such a bother, then don’t call them.”

His expression turned sympathetic. “Sweetie, there are procedures in cases like this. You know this is what has to be done.”

“She’ll just end up in foster care, unless you locate the mom, right?”

“I suppose.”

“Then let her stay with me. I’ll call Grandpa Harlan. He can pull a few strings and get me temporary approval as a foster parent. It’s not as if I’m an unfit candidate for it. We can call Lizzy to come check her out medically, if that will make you happy. She’s practically a full-fledged doctor. She’s doing her residency in Garden City, while granddaddy builds that clinic he promised her here in town. It’ll be by the book.” She beamed at him, then shrugged at his intractable scowl. “More or less.”

“Sharon Lynn—”

“Justin, this is the way it’s going to be,” she said fiercely, ready to fight him on this if she had to.

“That baby would have died last night if Cord and I hadn’t found her. I’m not letting her out of my sight until I know she’s going to be safe. Whoever left her there doesn’t deserve to live, much less have the baby given back to them.”

“Well, of course not, but—”

“No buts. You know I’m right. You know she’s better off with me, at least for the time being. I feel like I owe her that much.”

She watched his face intently, saw the worry, the indecision and prayed he’d go along with her on this. Justin had a powerful sense of right and wrong, a fierce dedication to playing by the rules. She knew she was probably asking him to break a million of them.

“Please,” she begged. “Just think of what’s best for the baby. Think of all the trauma she’s already been through. She’s here now, she’s warm and safe. Don’t start dragging her around again now, just so you can cross all the t’s and dot all the i’s on your paperwork.”

He sighed heavily. “Okay,” he relented finally. “But this is temporary. You understand that, right?”

“Of course.”

He regarded her skeptically. “You’re sure?”

“Justin, I understand.”

“All right, then. Hopefully Lizzy’s not on duty over at Garden City. Call her and get her over here. If she gives the baby a clean bill of health, that’ll do for now. Meantime, I’ll go check out all the reports on missing kids to see if there’s a match.”

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“Don’t thank me,” he said curtly. “Something tells me I’m setting you up for heartbreak.”