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Chapter Two

Jett’s ranch, the J Bar S, turned out to be more than just a little spread. Ten miles north of town they turned off the main highway and onto a red dirt road, where they passed beneath a rustic entrance made of rough cedar posts. Once the truck rattled over a wide cattle guard, the flat land covered with shrubby chaparral stretched toward the east as far as the eye could see. To the west, low hills were decorated with twisted juniper and ponderosa pine, and behind them, somewhat taller mountains were thickly forested with evergreens.

The direction of the road eventually changed and took them straight to the mountains, then curved and climbed its way onto a small mesa. Once the truck reached the flattened strip of land, a rambling L-shaped house, nestled in a copse of tall pines and cottonwoods, came into view. Some hundred yards to the right of the house stood several barns and a maze of wooden corrals where a herd of playful horses were stirring the dust.

Jett parked the truck beneath a carport located at the west end of the house. While she waited for him to skirt the vehicle, she took a moment to study his home.

The walls were made of very dark brown logs with natural rock coming halfway up the sides. A walkway made of planked wood ran along the front of the house, until it reached a small porch where a holly bush blazed with bright red berries. Two black-and-white collies suddenly appeared from a far corner of the yard and jumped in excited circles around Jett’s legs.

He ordered the dogs to give him space, then opened her door. “Here we are, Sassy,” he said, as he extended a hand up to her. “Don’t mind the dogs. They love people. I’ll help you in, then come back for your bags.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him she no longer felt faint or needed his help to walk, but she quickly bit back the words. The men she’d spent time with, including Barry, had always treated her like a tough, outdoorsy girl who could take care of herself. This was first time in her life that she’d ever had a man treat her like a delicate lady. She might as well enjoy the special treatment for as long as she could.

With his strong hand wrapped around hers, she climbed out of the truck and stood beside him. The dogs immediately rushed to her and she made a point of greeting them before she turned her attention back to Jett.

“Before we go in, I want to thank you, Jett. In spite of some of the things I said to you, I really do appreciate all that you’re doing for me.”

He smiled at her, and for a moment Sassy forgot everything, including the reason she’d even come to Nevada. There was something in his eyes that made her feel welcome, that said he was glad she was here. But that didn’t make sense. Jett didn’t know her. Not really. And if he did, what would he think? she wondered. She was a maid and lived on a salary that kept her bills paid and food on her table, but little more.

He linked his arm through hers and started down the long sidewalk. “I have plenty of space and time. And it’s not often that I get a client like you.”

“Oh. I thought the Calhoun family were your clients. Not me.” She would have preferred him to describe her as a friend. But that hardly mattered, she told herself. She was here to search for her parentage, not for a man.

“Technically you’re right. But I have a protective nature. Especially when it comes to pretty women. So I’m making you my client, too.”

He added another grin to the last of his words, and Sassy figured he’d never had a problem manipulating a woman’s heartstrings. But she didn’t need to worry about losing her heart to this charming cowboy. She was carrying a baby. That should be more than enough to turn off any man’s ardor.

Compared to the Cantrell’s elaborate, two-story house back on the Chaparral Ranch, Jett’s home was a modest, though very comfortable, size. After passing through a small foyer, they entered a living room furnished with a wood-framed couch done in dark green-and-brown fabric, a matching love seat and two armchairs. In one corner, a television was tuned in to the weather, while a mug of coffee and a newspaper littered a varnished cedar coffee table. Braided rugs added splashes of color here and there across the inlaid wood floor. At the far end of the space, a fire burned low in a rock fireplace and filled the room with delicious warmth.

“Bella! Come here! We have company!”

Jett’s shout brought a flurry of movement from somewhere in the rooms beyond, and then a woman with a long, dark ponytail appeared in an open doorway, followed by a black cat with a red collar around its neck.

“Oh! Jett, I wasn’t expecting you back home so early.” She walked toward her brother, who was still holding on to Sassy’s arm, then suddenly she stopped in her tracks and stared incredulously at the both of them. “Who—?”

“Sis, this is Sassy Matthews from New Mexico. She’s going to be staying with us for a few days.”

Her gaze traveling keenly over Sassy’s face, the tall, attractive woman stepped closer and extended her hand. “Hello. I’m Bella Sundell,” she introduced herself.

Seeing the same warm light in Bella’s eyes as she had in Jett’s, Sassy felt immediate relief. “Nice to meet you, Bella.” She shook the woman’s hand. “And I apologize for barging in like this. Your brother insisted it would be okay.”

“It’s no bother.” Bella shot her brother a shrewd glance. “In fact, this is quite exciting. Jett never brings guests home. Especially ones who look like you.”

“Bella! What kind of remark is that?”

With an impatient roll of her eyes, she asked, “Are you blind? She’s the spitting image of Finn Calhoun. A beautiful one, that is.” She turned back to Sassy. “Are you a relative of theirs?”

Sassy was amazed by the woman’s reaction. “No. I don’t think so.”

Jett looked at Sassy, and his expression said “I told you so.” To Bella, he said, “Actually, Sassy doesn’t know who she’s related to. And the story is too long to get into right now. Sassy had a nasty faint a bit earlier at the airport and we’ve spent the past couple of hours at the emergency room. She needs to eat and then rest.”

“Oh, my. I hope it was nothing serious.”

Deciding there was no point in keeping it a secret, Sassy replied, “I’m going to have a baby.”

Bella’s expression immediately changing to one of concern, she reached for Sassy’s arm. “That’s serious enough. Come along with me and I’ll find something for you to eat. Then you can rest.” She started leading Sassy out of the room, then tossed over her shoulder, “Jett, put her things in the bedroom next to mine, will you?”

“Sure. And don’t go plying Sassy with a bunch of questions,” he warned his sister. “She’s already had one lawyer digging at her today.”

He turned to leave the house and as Bella guided her down a short hallway, Sassy asked curiously, “Are you a lawyer, like your brother?”

“No. I work as a legal assistant, but I took the day off. I had a few personal tasks to deal with in town. And don’t worry, I’m not a nosy gossiper. I won’t bother you with a bunch of questions.”

“That’s the least of my worries,” Sassy told her. “I just feel awful about barging into your home like this. I had reservations at a hotel in town but your brother insisted I cancel them. Just because I fainted he seems to think I shouldn’t be alone. But I’m hardly his responsibility.”

“That’s Jett. He likes to help people. Anyway, it’s just the two of us living here, so you won’t be a bother to either of us. In fact, it’s great for me to have female company. It’s always just Jett or Noah, the ranch hand, roaming around the place.”

Since Bella Sundell wore no wedding ring, and was using her maiden name, it was fairly evident that she wasn’t married. Sassy gauged her to be somewhere in her thirties, past the age where most women became wives and mothers. Maybe she was wrapped up in an important career, Sassy thought. Or could be that the Sundell siblings just weren’t the marrying kind.

A few more steps took them inside a cozy kitchen with a round red Formica table and matching chairs, varnished wood cabinets and a black-and-white checked tile floor. The space smelled faintly of coffee and baked bread, and the scents had Sassy realizing she’d not eaten since early that morning, before she’d boarded the small plane in Ruidoso.

Bella helped her out of her coat, then hung it on a hall tree situated by the door.

“I should’ve asked if you feel like sitting at the table to eat,” Bella said. “If you’d rather lie down, I’ll bring a tray to the bedroom.”

Since Sassy’s job was to serve others, it felt strange to have this woman offer to do things for her. “Thanks, but I feel like sitting. And don’t go to any trouble. A half sandwich of anything will do. Lunch meat, peanut butter, whatever you have.”

Bella walked over to the cabinet and pulled out a loaf of bread from a wooden bread box. “That’s easy enough. Jett can’t live without salami. I’ll fix that for you. And to drink we have coffee, soda, tea, milk.”

“Coffee would be heavenly,” Sassy replied, then her lips parted as it suddenly dawned on her that she was now eating and drinking for a developing baby. She had to think before she put anything into her mouth. “Oh. Maybe I’d better drink something else.”

“I have decaffeinated,” Bella quickly assured her.

Groaning, Sassy reached up and massaged her aching forehead. “I’m sorry. I must sound crazy to you. But I—well, I just found out this afternoon that I’m pregnant. Before today I didn’t have a clue, and I think I’m still in shock.”

Forgetting her task, Bella turned on her heel and quickly returned to Sassy. “Oh, you poor darling!” she exclaimed as she eased down in the chair opposite Sassy’s. “You must be in a daze!”

Daze couldn’t quite describe it, Sassy thought. But she didn’t say that to Jett’s sister. Instead, she quickly explained the situation of Finn’s letter and her decision to fly out here to meet the Calhoun family.

Shaking her head, Bella reached over and clasped both her hands. “Well, while you’re here you mustn’t worry about a thing. Jett will help you with the Calhouns. But I’m sure you already knew that before you came out here to Nevada.”

Actually, Sassy hadn’t known any such thing about Jett Sundell. Over the phone he’d had a nice voice and a patient manner about him. But he’d not seemed overly enthusiastic about her traveling all the way to Nevada to see the Calhouns. So she’d hardly expected this much help from the man. And it made her wonder why he’d had a change of heart. Because she really did resemble Finn Calhoun? Or because, like Bella had said, he simply liked helping people? Either way, she was going to have to be careful around the man and not let him see just how much he stirred her senses.

“Who says she’s going to need help with the Calhouns?”

Both women turned their heads in the direction of Jett’s voice to see him striding into the room. While he removed his hat and hung it on a hook next to Sassy’s coat, Bella returned to her sandwich making.

“Well, why won’t she?” his sister asked. “Bart is going to blow a gasket when he sees her. Especially when the family starts asking him who he was squiring twenty-some years ago.”

Jett glowered at her. “Damn it, Bella, that’s a crass thing to be saying in front of Sassy.”

“I’m not a child,” Sassy interrupted. “I’m twenty-four, to be exact. And if I do look like this Finn person, as you’re both saying I do, then I expect I’ll hear all sorts of nasty innuendoes from the Calhoun folks.”

Bella shot her brother a sly smile before she opened the refrigerator. “I knew she was a smart girl the moment I laid eyes on her.”

He moved over to the sink and washed his hands. “Well, I don’t know why you’d think she belongs to Bart. What about his sister up in Reno? Or could be that Orin wasn’t always totally faithful to Claudia.”

Bella slapped the salami between two pieces of bread, then sliced it diagonally. “That’s hard to imagine. Orin thought Claudia hung the moon. He was devastated when she passed away from a blood clot.”

Jett dried his hands on a paper towel. “That’s true. But Orin has always traveled around the Southwest buying horses and cattle. If he had straying on his mind he had plenty of opportunities.”

Heaving out a breath, Sassy said, “Look, before you two say any more about this, I want to make something perfectly clear. I’m not here to cause trouble. And I certainly don’t want anything from the Calhoun family. I’m going to visit with Finn—that’s all. If the family does happen to have any clues they might be able to give me about my parents, then that would be wonderful. But I’m not here to stir up any trouble.”

Jett ambled slowly toward the table and Sassy couldn’t help but notice how his presence filled up the room, prompting her gaze to follow his every movement.

“I don’t think it’s going to be that simple,” he said.

Bella placed the sandwich in front of Sassy, then returned to the cabinet and brewed a quick single cup of coffee.

“Neither do I,” Bella agreed. She carried the cup over to the table, then went after cream and sugar. “The family is going to be stunned when they get a look at you. And if, by some chance, it turns out that you are related to the family, then you might have a claim on the estate. Isn’t that right, Jett?”

Sassy felt sick to her stomach and the nausea had nothing to do with her pregnancy. “Oh, God, this is awful. I would never do something like that. I don’t own anything of value now and it’s doubtful I ever will. That’s not important to me.”

Jett pulled out the chair Bella had vacated and eased into it. “Eat your sandwich, Sassy. This isn’t anything you need to be worrying about.”

“Not worry? I didn’t come here to cause family upheaval!”

Because she thought it would help her queasiness, she picked up the sandwich and forced a bite down her tight throat.

He studied her closely. “Surely that concern entered your mind before now.”

Sassy shrugged as she spooned sugar into her coffee. “Sure it did. But not in a materialistic way. My mind doesn’t work in those terms. If these Calhouns are more worried about what they own than who they are, then I’m not sure I’d want to be related to them.”

Reaching across the table, he covered her hand with his and Sassy didn’t know if she wanted to jerk away from his touch or thread her fingers tightly through his and hang on.

“They’re not exactly like that, Sassy,” he told her. “If they were, I wouldn’t be working for them.”

Returning to stand at the side of the table, Bella looked at her brother. “Why are you lying to her? Bart probably has the first penny he ever made.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Jett argued. “But family means even more to him.”

Sassy looked from brother to sister. She already had these two disagreeing. What would happen once she met the Calhouns? Nothing, she tried to reassure herself. They’d probably laugh the whole resemblance thing away. She’d have a little visit with Finn and then go home to New Mexico and pick up her life where she’d left off. Except that, in seven months or a little less, she’d have a baby, a tiny being to love and nourish. The notion still seemed incredible to her. Yet already she was feeling protective of the life growing inside her.

“So, when do you plan to see the Calhouns?” Bella directed the question at Sassy.

Blinking, Sassy shook away her rambling thoughts and looked at Jett’s sister. “After what you two have told me, I’m not sure I want to.”

Sinking into a chair on the opposite side of the table, Bella looked regretfully at her brother. “Look what we’ve done. We’ve scared her with all this talk about Bart.”

Frowning, Jett corrected his sister, “She was scared before we said a word about the Calhouns.”

Not appreciating the sound of that, Sassy squared her shoulders. “I’m not scared. I’m disgusted. And who is this Bart?”

“The oldest Calhoun,” Jett explained. “The father of Orin and grandfather to Orin’s five sons.”

“Aren’t there any women in the family?” Sassy asked.

Jett answered, “Bart’s wife, Gilda, died many years ago. Orin’s wife, Claudia, died about five or six years ago. And none of the sons are married. The only women around the place now are the cook and a couple of maids.”

“Thank God for the maids. At least there will be someone around that I can relate to,” Sassy said wryly, while thinking she might as well find what humor she could in the situation. Crying certainly wasn’t going to help.

A groove of amusement creased Jett’s cheek. “I told the Calhouns we’d be over tomorrow evening. After everyone has finished with dinner.”

“That late?” Her gaze went from Jett to Bella and back again. “Tomorrow is Saturday. Surely you two have plans for the weekend and—”

Before Sassy could go on, Bella interjected, “I’m driving over to Truckee to spend the day with our mother. She’s having some friends over for dinner. Jett is staying home and feeding the cows.”

Sassy turned a questioning look on Jett. “You’re staying here because of me?”

He shook his head. “That was my plan even before I knew you’d be flying in today. I love Mom, but her parties bore me to death. I’ll catch up with her later. Besides, I gave my ranch hand the day off tomorrow, so I have to be here to take up the slack.”

That meant she’d be spending the day alone with Jett. It wasn’t anything remotely close to how she’d planned to spend her first weekend here in Nevada. She’d envisioned herself having a leisurely morning, then viewing some of the local tourist sites. Now she no longer had a hotel or a rental car. Somehow she’d allowed this man to take over and make her entirely dependent on him. This behavior wasn’t like her. Not at all. And as soon as tomorrow was over, she was going to do something about getting herself back in control.

* * *

Later that evening Jett was in the barn, spreading alfalfa hay for the horses, when his cell phone rang. Checking the display, he shook his head. It wasn’t like Finn Calhoun to call this late. Being the manager of the ranch’s broodmare and stallion operation, Finn rarely had a spare moment for anything more than work. And at this time of the evening, when the mares were brought in to the barns, inspected and fed, Finn was always there to make sure each and every horse was in its best condition.

Stepping out of the horse stall, Jett used one hand to carefully lock the gate behind him. “Hey, Finn, what’s up? Anything wrong at the Silver Horn?”

“Not that I’m aware of. But you know how it is with me, Jett, I’m the last one around here to be told anything.” After a slight pause, he went on, “I was actually calling to ask if Sassy Matthews had arrived? You did say she’d be flying in today.”

Of the Calhoun bunch, Finn was the one who’d been a close friend of Barry Landers. Several years back, the two men had traveled the rodeo circuit together, with Barry riding saddle broncs and Finn roping steers. And even after Finn had retired from competition, the pair had remained friends. But Jett could tell that Finn’s interest in Sassy really had nothing to do with his late friend. It had everything to do with her looking like a Calhoun.

“Sassy did arrive,” Jett told him. “She’s staying here at the house with me and Bella.”

“Still planning to bring her over to the Silver Horn tomorrow evening?”

“That’s the time Orin and I agreed on. Why? Are you calling to put the meeting off?”

“Shoot, no! I’m excited to meet her. Now that you’ve seen her, what do you think? Does she look as much like me as she does in the picture?”

When Jett had first walked up to Sassy in the airport terminal, he’d initially been shocked by her resemblance to Finn. But after a moment, he forgot all about that connection. He’d been taken by the vibrant color of her hair and the creaminess of her pale skin. Her eyes were the color of a cloudless sky and they’d sparkled like sunlight dancing across a pool of water. Her wide, rosy-pink lips had been smiling, and as he’d touched her hand he’d immediately felt her warmth and sincerity. And then she’d fainted and he’d never been so terrified in his life.

Shaking away his wandering thoughts, he said, “I’ll wait and let you be the judge of that.”

For one brief moment, Jett considered telling Finn about the baby that Sassy was carrying, but he pushed the urge aside. It wasn’t his place to reveal such private information. That was her business and hers alone. Even so, ever since she’d told Jett about her pregnancy, he’d not been able to get it out of his mind. She seemed so young and alone, so vulnerable. But then, not all women were as helpless and insecure as his ex-wife had been. Sassy might be perfectly capable of caring for herself and her baby without a man to support her. At least, he wanted to think so.

Finn laughed. “This is going to be fun. It’s said that everybody has a twin somewhere in the world. Maybe Sassy is mine.”

Careful to keep his tone casual, Jett asked, “Finn, if it turned out that Sassy was actually related to your family, how do you think they’d react?”

“Hell, that’s a peculiar question. I didn’t invite her out here because I thought anything like that. She was Barry’s friend and she looked like me. I just wanted to meet her and talk about my old buddy. Is she thinking she might be related?”

Jett wasn’t sure how to answer that. He realized Sassy was searching for some lead to her biological parents, but she wasn’t convinced she’d find it with the Calhouns. “Not really. It’s what I’m thinking.”

There was a long pause and then Finn said in a mystified voice, “Jett, you sound serious.”

“When you see her, you’ll understand.”

Another long moment of silence passed before Finn spoke. “I don’t know how that could be, Jett. Unless she’s some distant cousin that I’ve never heard about.”

Or Bart and Orin were hiding something, Jett thought. And even though he’d never known either man to be deceptive, he figured they would do most anything to keep their family tightly knitted together. Even lie. But Jett was going to keep that opinion to himself. Finn had enough problems trying to find his way in the middle of the pack of Calhoun brothers. The last thing Jett wanted to do was have him doubting his father’s or grandfather’s sincerity.

Moving away from the stall, Jett strode toward a door at the back of the barn. “You’re probably right, Finn. It’s all coincidence that she looks like you. But everyone ought to get a kick out of seeing you two together.”

“I agree,” Finn replied with an easy chuckle.

The two men exchanged a few more words before Finn ended the conversation. Jett slipped the phone back into its holder on his belt and, after making sure the barn was securely shut for the night, headed to the house.

Inside, he found Bella in the living room talking on the phone. As soon as she spotted him entering the room, she ended the conversation and rose to her feet. “That was Mom. I reminded her once again that you weren’t coming.”

Jett grimaced. “I’m sure she’s not pleased with me. I haven’t been over to see her in a few weeks now.”

“Actually, she wasn’t upset at all. She’s happy that you’re going to be spending tomorrow with a woman. I told her about Sassy.”

He rolled his eyes. Since her divorce from a real estate mogul up in the Lake Tahoe area had become final two years ago, his sister had been living with him here on the J Bar S. In spite of Bella’s doubts that the two of them could cohabitate peacefully under the same roof, Jett had convinced her that being on the ranch would be much nicer than holing up in an apartment in town. And, so far, it had worked. Mainly because brother and sister always spoke frankly to each other.

“I’m sure the news was burning your tongue,” Jett said drolly.

Bella gave him a sweet smile. “Well, Sassy is very pretty. And you’ve never brought a woman to the ranch before.”

“Sassy is here because I was concerned she might faint again. No other reason.” Except that she had an alluring quality about her that had grabbed him from the very start. Within moments of meeting her, he’d felt himself being drawn into her plight and wanting to make things better for her. It had been years since he’d allowed himself to feel that level of protection for any woman other than Bella or his mother. It was an odd feeling, and he wasn’t sure where it was leading.

“Oh. Well, maybe you’d better take a closer look and you’ll find a reason to keep her here for a while longer.”

Not bothering to reply to his sister’s suggestive remark, Jett turned on his heel and started out of the room only to have Bella snatch hold of his arm.

“Where are you going?”

“To change clothes and start supper. It’s that time of evening,” he said pointedly. “Or hadn’t you noticed?”

Bella slipped her arm through his and pulled him over to the couch. “Well, you can give me a minute or two. I want to talk to you before Sassy gets up from her nap.”

His expression full of warning, he allowed his sister to pull him across the room. As the two of them sat on connecting cushions, Jett asked, “About what? If you’re going to start digging into me about her—”

Bella impatiently shook her head and lowered her voice. “I’m worried about you, that’s all.”

Jett snorted. “Worried about me? Why?”

She squeezed his hand, and in that moment Jett realized that, in spite of Bella’s independent nature, she needed his support. Just as he’d always needed hers. With their mother living miles away in Truckee, and their dad leaving the family years ago, the two siblings had stuck close. Especially after both of their marriages had fallen apart.

“This thing with Sassy,” she answered. “I’m afraid the Calhouns are going to blame you for all this.”

His brows arched with innocence. “All this? Nothing has happened.”

She rolled her eyes. “Not yet. But it will. I’m certain of that, and so are you.”

Jett glanced over at the open doorway that connected the living room to the rest of the house. The last thing he wanted was for Sassy to overhear their conversation. She’d probably take the first flight out of Carson City. And he didn’t want that to happen. Even though his ex-wife, Erica, had made his life a living hell and caused him to swear off women for the past five years, it was nice to be in Sassy’s company. She was fresh and frank, and one of the sexiest women he’d ever seen in his life—which was weird since she looked so much like his friend. And somehow her youthful energy—even despite her faint—made him feel alive and good. He couldn’t see anything wrong with that.

“If Sassy’s visit to the Silver Horn opens a can of worms, it’s not my fault.”

“Oh? Then whose fault would it be? You’re the man who set up this meeting. Why did you get involved, anyway? If Finn wanted to visit his dead friend’s girl, then he should’ve done it on his own and left you out of it.”

He glared at his sister. “Bella! It isn’t like you to be so unfeeling. And being the Calhouns’ lawyer always makes me the middleman. Anyway, that part doesn’t matter. I want you to put yourself in Sassy’s shoes for a moment. Wouldn’t you welcome any sort of help in finding your parents?”

She grimaced. “We haven’t known our father’s whereabouts since we were teenagers. And I’m not asking anyone to help me find the man,” she pointed out.

“No. But you don’t have to wonder who he was. And you have a mother in your life. Sassy has neither. Her adoptive parents were killed in a house fire when she was just seventeen. Now she’s having the baby of a man who was tragically killed only two months ago. The woman deserves a little helping hand, don’t you think?”

Bella’s sigh was rueful. “Okay, I sound awful. I admit it. And I’m sorry. Especially because I like Sassy. I even wish she’d stay with us for a while. But taking her to meet the Calhouns—that’s another thing. Let her go alone. Otherwise, if she uses this meeting to start questioning them about relatives, Bart might get angry at you for aiding and abetting her. He might even fire you.”

Jett’s chuckle held little mirth. “Not likely. Bart trusts me to keep the ranch’s business private. But the roof wouldn’t fall in if he did fire me. I’ve been thinking I’d rather hang my shingle out in town, anyway.”

Bella stared at him. “I’ve never heard you talk like this. Are you serious?”

“Very.”

Shaking her head with disbelief, she said, “The Calhouns pay you an enormous salary. Why would you want the headache of a public practice?”

“I didn’t go through eight years of education to work exclusively for one family. I’d like to think all that learning could help others, too.”

Bella laid her hand on his forehead. “My Lord, something has come over you. What is it?”

“I believe it’s called maturing.” Rising to his feet, he looked down at his sister’s worried face. “Now, what do you say about having spaghetti for supper? After the day she’s been through, Sassy could probably use a decent meal.”

“Are you cooking?”

“I am.”

Grinning impishly, she said, “Then it sounds great.”

* * *

A few minutes later, after changing into clean clothes, Jett left his bedroom and was walking down the hallway when Sassy suddenly stepped through her bedroom door and straight into his path.

Trying to stop his forward motion without bowling her over, he grabbed her by the shoulders and rocked back on his heels. “Whoa, Sassy! I didn’t see you coming.”

Reaching out to steady herself, her palms landed on his chest. “Jett! Oh, I’m sorry—I wasn’t looking.”

“No harm done.” Easing his grip on her shoulders, his hands slipped to her upper arms. As she looked up at him, he took a moment to survey her lovely face, and the notion suddenly struck him that he couldn’t recall the last time he’d enjoyed looking at a woman and touching her, even in the simplest of ways. But he was definitely enjoying it now. “I guess this must be my day to stop you from falling.”

“Let’s hope tomorrow improves,” she said jokingly. “I’ll try my best to stay on my feet.”

A pale pink color warmed her cheeks, and on closer inspection he noticed that faint freckles were scattered across the bridge of her nose. Her lashes were so long they created crescent-shape shadows beneath her eyes, yet it was her lips that completely stole Jett’s attention. They were wide and soft, and he figured that once a man kissed them, he’d want to do it again and again.

Clearing his throat, he forced his gaze to the cascade of fiery curls falling around her head and onto her shoulders. “Oh, I don’t know,” he told her. “This is starting to get fun.”

The color on her face deepened. “I seriously doubt that.”

He wanted to ask her what she meant, but kept the question to himself. Just because he found her attractive didn’t mean she was feeling any magnetic pull toward him.

And why would you want her to feel anything toward you, Jett? Wasn’t Erica enough punishment for you? You don’t need a woman messing up your life again and making you crazy.

He needed to heed the voice of warning in his head, he told himself. Just because Sassy was stirring up a hot yearning in him didn’t mean he should forget the painful lessons he’d learned in his broken marriage. But, oh, she was tempting him, making him want to believe that a woman couldn’t lead him back into hellish misery.

In an attempt to get his mind off the urges in his body, he changed the subject. “Feel like eating? I’m about to start supper.”

Faintly surprised, her blue eyes swept over him. “You’re going to cook?”

“Sure. I’ll even wash my hands before I start.”

She suddenly chuckled, and for a brief moment she looked happy. The sight warmed him.

“You’re a funny man.”

“I’m glad you think so,” he said softly. “Because I like hearing you laugh.”

Her head bent, causing her next words to be slightly muffled. “Normally, I laugh a lot. But lately—well, things have been a little rocky.”

For a moment she didn’t stir, and Jett was telling himself that he needed to release his hold on her and be on his way, but having her close to him felt far too good and before he could stop himself, he slid his arms around her shoulders and pulled her close against him.

She didn’t resist. Instead, her body settled against his as though it had found a perfect niche. Encouraged by her reaction, he said, “I’d like to change that for you, Sassy.”

Her head tilted backward, allowing her gaze to connect with his. “How? You can’t change the course of my life.”

“You might be surprised about that.”

Uncertainty flickered in her eyes. “Jett, I think—”

Her words suddenly halted as his thumb and forefinger wrapped around her chin. “You probably won’t understand this, Sassy, but I’m very glad that you’re here.”

“How can you be?” she asked, her voice little more than a breathy whisper. “You didn’t ask for all this trouble.”

“I’m beginning to think you’re just the kind of trouble I need.”

She started to make some sort of reply, but Jett didn’t allow her words to escape. Instead, he lowered his head and covered her soft lips with his.