Chapter One
At seven in the morning on the first day of June, Callie Kennedy knocked on the front door of Nate Crawford’s big house on South Pine Street.
Nate hadn’t shared two words with her since that cold day last January. But he’d seen her around town. He’d also kept tabs on her, though he would never have admitted that. Word around town was that she was not only a pure pleasure to look at, she was also a fine nurse with a whole lot of heart. Folks had only good things to say about Nurse Callie.
He pulled the door wide. “Well, well. Nurse Callie Kennedy,” he drawled. Then he hooked his fingers in the belt loops of his Wranglers. “You’re up good and early.”
She gave him one of those thousand-watt smiles of hers. “Hello, Nate. Beautiful day, isn’t it?”
He knew very well why she’d come. It wasn’t to talk about the weather. Still, he leaned on the door frame and played along. “Mighty nice. Not a cloud in the sky.”
“Happy June first.” She beamed even wider, reminding him of a sunbeam in a yellow cotton dress with a soft yellow sweater thrown across her shoulders and yellow canvas shoes on her slim little feet.
“Let me guess....” He wrinkled his brow as though deep in thought. “Wait. I know. You’re here to collect on that bet I made you.”
“Nate.” Her long lashes swept down. “You remembered.” And then she looked up again. “I love your new house.”
“Thank you.”
“That’s some front door.”
“Thanks. I had it specially made. Indonesian mahogany.” It had leaded glass in the top and sidelights you could open to let in a summer breeze.
“Very nice.” She looked at him from under impossibly thick, dark lashes. “And the porch wraps all the way around to the back?”
“That’s right, opens out onto a redwood deck.” And they might as well get on with it. “Come on in.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
He stepped out of the doorway and bowed her in ahead of him. “Coffee?”
“Yes, please.” She waited for him to take the lead and then followed him through the central foyer, past the curving staircase, to the kitchen at the back. He gestured at the breakfast area. She took a seat, bracing an elbow on the table and watching him fiddle with his new pod-style coffeemaker.
“I’ve got about a hundred different flavors for this thing....”
The morning light spilled in the window, making her skin glow and bringing out auburn gleams in her long dark hair. “Got one with hazelnut?”
“Right here.” He popped the pod in the top and turned the thing on. Thirty seconds later, he was serving her the steaming cup. “Cream and sugar?”
“I want it all. How many bedrooms?”
He got her the milk and the sugar bowl. “Three to five, depending.”
“On what?”
“I have an office down here in the front that could be a bedroom. The master also has a good-sized sitting room with double doors to make a separate space. That sitting room could be a bedroom, too.” He got a cup for himself and sat opposite her. “Not a lot of bedrooms, really, but all the rooms are nice and big.”
“More than enough for a man living alone, I’d say.”
He wasn’t sure he liked the way she’d said that. Was she goading him? “What? A single man is only allowed so many rooms?”
She laughed. “Oh, come on, Nate. I’m not here to pick a fight.”
He regarded her warily. “Promise?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She stirred milk and sugar into her cup. “I heard a rumor you’re planning on leaving town.”
“Who told you that?”
“You know, I don’t recall offhand.” She sipped. “This is very good.”
“You’re welcome,” he said gruffly.
She sipped again. “It’s odd, really. Three months ago, you moved from the ranch into town, and now people say that you’re leaving altogether.”
“What people?” He kept his expression neutral, though his gut twisted. How much did she know?
No more than anyone else, he decided. To account for his new, improved lifestyle, he’d started telling folks that he’d had some luck with his investments. But as for the real source of his sudden wealth, even his family didn’t know. Only the Kalispell lawyer he’d hired had the real story—which was exactly how Nate wanted it.
“You know how it is here in town,” she said as though she’d been living in Rust Creek Falls all her life. “Everybody’s interested in what everyone else is doing.”
“No kidding,” he muttered wryly.
“Several folks have mentioned to me that you’re leaving.”
Why not just admit it? “I’m looking for a change, that’s all. My brothers can handle things at the ranch, so my bowing out hasn’t caused any problems there. At first, I thought moving to town would be change enough.”
“But it’s not?”
He glanced out the sunny window, where a blue jay flew down and landed on the deck rail and then instantly took flight again. “Maybe I need an even bigger change.” He swung his gaze to her again, found her bright eyes waiting. “Who knows? Maybe I’ll be heading back the way you came, making myself a whole new start in Chicago. I’m just not sure yet. I don’t know what the next step for me should be.”
She studied his face with what seemed to be honest interest. “You, living in Chicago? I don’t know, Nate. I’m just not seeing that.”
He thought, You don’t know me well enough to tell me where I might want to live. But he didn’t say it. She’d seemed sincere just now. And she was entitled to her opinion.
She wasn’t through, either. “I heard you ran for mayor last year—and lost to Collin Traub. They say you’re bitter about that because of the generations-long feud between the Traubs and your family, that it really hurt your pride when the town chose bad-boy Collin over an upstanding citizen like you. They say it’s personal between you and Collin, that there’s always been bad blood between the two of you, that the two of you once got into a knock-down-drag-out over a woman named Cindy Sellers.”
“Wow, Callie. You said a mouthful.” He actually chuckled.
And she laughed, too. “It’s only what I’ve heard.”
“Just because people love to gossip doesn’t mean they know what they’re talking about.”
“So
