for smudges? She hadn’t really expected them to come, although she had taken the precaution of getting up early to run a vacuum over the floors and cart the newspapers out to the recycling bin. And just in case they did show up and were hungry, she’d driven down to the Gingerbread House in Frisco for doughnuts and almond bear claws.
But there wasn’t time to take a final look in the mirror. Through the front windows, she saw them coming up the walk, Angus in the lead. Kenzie switched her gaze to Ross, noticing the way the sun painted chestnut highlights in his dark hair. The way he had thrust his hands casually into the pockets of his jeans. He was wearing a faded blue T-shirt, which was stretched tight over his wide shoulders and chest.
A totally unfamiliar feeling of shyness crept over her. What had she done, inviting this man into her house? Her home was her private domain and she’d never asked a stranger to come in before. Not a darkly virile man like this one, at any rate.
She looked around as though seeing the place for the first time. What would he think of the cluttered rooms, the shabby furnishings? The peeling paint on the windows and walls? She had the feeling that Ross Calder lived in a decidedly more…genteel environment than this one.
Instantly sanity returned. She had no reason to be embarrassed by the bare wooden floors of her living room, the slouchy slipcovers on her sagging sofa, the shells and driftwood lining the windowsills.
Besides, Ross Calder and his son were here to see her birds, not to judge her for the kind of housekeeper she was.
Her skittering heartbeat slowed as she opened the front door and saw Angus clattering up the steps. She returned his bright smile, resisting the urge to sweep him into a hug. “Hi! I wasn’t sure you were coming.”
“I told you I wanted to see your birds, didn’t I?”
Kenzie looked past him. Ross was still standing on the path below her, she on the deck. Their eyes were level as she looked a challenge at him. “How about you? Are you here under protest or as a willing participant?”
Her directness startled him. But then the corners of his mouth turned up. “Guilty as charged, I’m afraid.”
Kenzie had never seen him smile before. Good grief! Did the man know he was armed and dangerous when he smiled like that? Her heart started tripping again and she could feel herself blushing. This was ridiculous! Good-looking men had smiled at her before—her former fiancé wasn’t exactly homely, either, but even Brent hadn’t caused this fluttering awareness of his masculinity deep inside her.
“To which charge are you referring?” she asked tartly, glad for something to say.
“To the latter. Rest assured, Ms. Daniels, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing than bringing my son here to visit.”
She’d never wonder again where Angus had come by his charm. When Ross Calder chose to turn it on, it hit you like a ton of bricks. And he seemed to mean what he said—unless he was a superb liar, like her father.
“Please. Just Kenzie.” Again she was glad for something to say and for the fact that her voice sounded calm.
“Hey, Kenzie! Who are they?”
The dogs were sniffing at Angus through the screen door, tails wagging.
“That’s Zoom and Jazz. And you should be honored. They don’t get up for just anybody.”
“Can I let them out here on the porch with us?”
Kenzie motioned Ross through the gate at the top of the stairs, then closed it behind him. “Go ahead.”
“They look like tigers! What kind are they? Are they nice?”
“They’re greyhounds. And yes, they like everybody. That orange-and-black color is called brindle.”
Angus stroked the dainty heads while the dogs’ tails wagged harder. “Which is which?”
“Jazz has more black in his coat.”
“Retired racers?” Ross asked.
Kenzie nodded, surprised he knew.
“They’re racing dogs?” Angus breathed.
“They were. In some parts of the country greyhounds are raced for sport, like horses. Zoom and Jazz ran on a track in Florida. When their careers were over they needed a place to live. I got them from a friend who runs a greyhound rescue near Disney World.”
“Do they still like to run?” Angus was clearly fascinated.
“You bet. That’s why I never let them outside without a leash. They’ll take off like a shot. But most of the time they sleep. They’re couch potatoes, really.”
His freckled nose wrinkled. “Couch potatoes?”
Ross grinned. “An American word. They like to lie around watching TV.”
Angus brightened. “So do I.”
Ross and Kenzie both laughed. And all at once warmth bubbled inside Kenzie’s heart. No doubt about it, she liked being on friendly terms with Ross much better than being at odds with him, like last night in the parking lot, when she couldn’t figure out what she’d said or done to make him seem so distant toward her.
Angus turned to his father. “Could we have a greyhound?”
“When you go to college.”
“That means no, doesn’t it?”
“I’m afraid so.”
But Angus didn’t seem to care. He whirled back to Kenzie. “Are the birds here in your house?”
“They’re out back. C’mon.”
Leaving the dogs on the deck, she led Angus and Ross through the yard. The boy danced excitedly beside her, while Ross followed more slowly. Kenzie opened the padlock on the screen door to the shed. “This used to be a garage. Now it’s kind of a hospital for sick birds.”
Angus’s eyes were completely round. “A bird hospital?”
“That’s right. So you’ll need to be quiet. These are wild birds, not pets. They’ll be scared of you, so don’t move too fast or get too close, okay?”
“Okay.” His voice had dropped to an awed whisper.
Grinning, Kenzie’s eyes sought Ross’s. Didn’t the guy know how adorable his kid was?
Apparently not. Instead of smiling indulgently at his son, he was studying the sagging roof of the shed, probably wondering, Kenzie didn’t doubt, if it was safe to enter.
Her mouth set. “Come on in. It won’t collapse on you.”
The front half of the shed was crammed with boxes, cabinets and mismatched drawers. Two refrigerators and a chest freezer took up one wall. Ross looked around at the cluttered workbench with its scale, storage bins and stacks of kitchen and medical utensils. Heavy leather gloves were draped over the sink. It was cleaner than he’d expected, and apparently structurally sound after
