within. Like he had something burning inside him.
“How much is not much?”
Summer didn’t like the way he was looking at her, all warm and approving—as if he’d noticed her noticing his eyes. She said stiffly, “Two hundred a week, with the room Rosie mentioned and two meals a day thrown in. I’d need you on Saturday and Sunday, too, at least at first.”
“Well,” he said, his smile widening, “if that’s an offer, you’ve got me, honey, for as long as you need me.”
She frowned. “I didn’t—”
“Good!” Maud boomed as she bounced out of her chair. “Glad we got that settled. You made a smart decision, Summer.”
“I didn’t—”
“You might as well get your stuff from the truck, Chase,” Rosie said, heaving herself to her feet. “I imagine Summer wants to put you to work right away.”
“His room’s at the kennel,” Maud told Rosie. “I’d be glad to show it to him. It isn’t much, but the bed’s decent and the smell’s not bad. There’s even a half bath Summer’s daddy built on, when he had a hand working here full-time.”
“I’m sure Chase’ll like it just fine, after sleeping on that old couch of mine last night,” Rosie said. “Well, Chase, I wouldn’t say you’ve landed in clover exactly. Maybe a big pile of horse dung soft enough to cushion the fall.” She chuckled. “And Summer, honey, don’t you worry about Chase. He’s a rascal, but an honest one. You might have to knock him on the side of the head a time or two, but he’ll do you a good job. You’ll be glad you hired him.”
I didn’t, Summer thought, but Maud picked up where Rosie left off, telling Chase how much he was going to like working at the Three Oaks. Summer couldn’t get a word in edgewise.
She glanced at Chase and saw that he was thoroughly aware of her predicament. His eyes were brimful of mirth.
Her lips twitched in spite of herself. “All right,” she said. “All right! The two of you can quit trying to out-talk me and embarrass me into hiring Chase. I do need a hand, and he’s willing to work cheap. And,” she said, sliding him a look, “like you said, Rosie, I can always knock him on the side of the head if I need to.”
And really, she assured herself, in spite of her unsettling reaction to this man, she didn’t have anything to worry about. After Jimmie, she was immune to the superficial appeal of a good-looking traveling man.
“Then I’ll just do like I was told,” Chase said, standing and smiling that easy smile of his, “and get my bag from the truck. I figured that if you did hire me, you’d need me to get to work right away, so I brought my stuff along. I hope you don’t mind...ma’am.”
Somehow, when spoken in his low, molasses-sweet voice ma’am sounded more like honey or sweetheart. Something restless and unwelcome stirred in her, a sensation as hot and ominous as the rumbling approach of a summer storm. “Of course not,” she said, a bit too sharply. “Come on. I’ll show you your room and get you started at the kennel.” She stood up, turned to say something to Maud...and then stood there, blinking foolishly, disoriented by the fierce grinding pain that seized her.
She’d forgotten her collarbone. She’d moved without taking her disability into account, and jarred the break. How could she have forgotten like that?
A big, warm hand cupped her good elbow, steadying her. “You all right?” Chase’s deep voice asked softly.
She turned her head and looked right into amber eyes with the mirth for once completely gone. Concerned eyes, thickly fringed with those dark, ridiculous lashes. She was close enough to see the texture of the skin stretched across his smooth-shaven cheeks. Men’s skin, she thought fuzzily, is so different from women’s. Summer looked at Chase’s skin and thought of leather, the smooth, supple sort of leather so soft it made you want to pet it, made you want—
“I’m fine,” she lied, and pulled her arm away.
Oh, Lord. What had she done?
Fate was a fickle female. Chase had known that before he was old enough to shave. For the first time in fifteen months, though, fate seemed to be favoring him some. He had a job now, with the promise of a roof over his head that wasn’t part of an old friend’s charity.
Two months wasn’t so long, he told himself as he retrieved his bag from Rosie’s truck. He could handle being without wheels that long, and he could learn to be around horses without having it matter so damned much.
His new employer ought to be a nice distraction. Of course, she hadn’t really wanted to hire him. He had the distinct impression Summer Callaway didn’t trust him.
Smart woman.
He really ought to leave her alone, he told himself as he headed back to the neat little frame house where the three women were probably picking him apart in his absence. So maybe she did have a body that would make a strong man weak and the prettiest blue eyes he’d seen in a long time. Those blue eyes frosted over every time he smiled at her. He was a rodeo cowboy, after all. Just like Jimmie Callaway had been. Considering what Chase knew about the jerk she’d been married to, he couldn’t blame her for wanting to keep her distance.
He frowned at the platoon of tiny toy soldiers and army vehicles blocking the sidewalk up to the house. Summer Callaway was a mother, apparently. He hadn’t known that. Not that Chase had anything against mothers. He just didn’t get involved with them. Nine times out of ten they were looking for someone to be a daddy to their little ones, and Chase was the world’s worst candidate for that role.
“Hey, Rosie,” he said, swinging the door open and stepping back into the neat-as-a-pin living room. The house smelled inviting, a friendly mingling of scents: pine cleaner, coffee and vanilla. The room itself was definitely “country,” from the maple end tables to the comfortably worn plaid upholstery to the gun rack near the door. Folks who lived in the country tended to take a practical attitude toward guns. They were a necessary tool for dealing with wild dogs, snakes or rabid skunks.
“I hope you haven’t been telling all my secrets.” He looked from his friend to the slender woman in worn denim, green flannel and a pale blue sling. She stood there watching him with those pretty blue eyes of hers.
Heat. Like a punch in the stomach he felt it again—the same hot, bubbling mix he’d felt when he first laid eyes on her. Anticipation. Hunger. A thrill a lot like the moment when he lowered himself onto the back of an angry bronc in the chute and knew he was in for one hell of a ride.
He smiled.
Rosie chuckled. “I can’t tell what I don’t know, and I’m sure I don’t know all your secrets. Well,” she said, and heaved herself to her feet, “I’d better get back to the house. You let me know, Summer, if this rascal gives you any trouble.”
Somewhat more reluctantly Maud announced that she had to be going, too. While the three women went through their leave-taking rituals, Chase watched his new boss.
Some might find her a bit on the skinny side, at least from the waist down. Not Chase. The moment she’d opened the door to him, he’d discovered a decided partiality for long, slim legs and a tiny butt, especially when they were matched up with full
