Annie Corrigan didn’t know it yet, but she was the answer to his problem. He set the chair to rights and smiled at her. “Have a seat, darlin’.”
Frowning slightly, she set a glass of what looked like apple juice on the table, or maybe it was Scotch. Either one was all right with him. “You go ahead,” she said.
“Anything wrong?” He removed his hat and set it on the table as he slid onto the chair.
“What? Oh, no, I was just—it’s nothing.”
He nodded, picked up the glass, smelled the apple juice and sipped its icy sweetness. He’d have much preferred scotch or better yet, beer, but for now, he needed to keep a wholesome impression. “You know if Chester’s still driving?”
“Not a clue.” She poured herself a glass, and he helped himself to a good look at the generous curve of her backside.
He looked up as soon as she turned around. “Tomorrow morning, I’ll get that car of yours out of the ditch.”
She looked torn. “I don’t want to inconvenience you any more than—”
“You can cook me breakfast. How’s that?”
She sighed, briefly closing her eyes and rubbing her right temple. “Then you’ll have to take me to the store to get groceries, and I’ll owe you again.”
Like hell, he’d go into town. He smiled. “Cheer up.”
“Right.” Her gaze went from the cracked linoleum floor to the yellow refrigerator that had to be over fifteen years old. “Have you taken a good look at this place?”
“Not your responsibility, is it?”
“Uh, yeah, it is, sort of,” she said, abruptly looking away. “It’s complicated.”
“So you’re gonna be fixing it up?”
She turned back to him, her lips parting, but nothing came out. Her shoulders sagged, and finally she said, “Yes.”
“Then you’re in luck. Just so happens I’m between jobs. For room and board, I’m all yours.”
“Really?”
“Do with me as you please, ma’am.”
Her lips twitched. “That’s quite an offer.”
Luke smiled. “You don’t know the half of it.”
She breathed in, her breasts expanding beneath her thin white cotton shirt. “Are you sure about this? It seems like the place needs an awful lot of work.”
“I can’t promise to get it all done, but I’ll do what I can in the next ten days.”
“Fair enough. But I insist on paying you something, as well.”
“No need. A roof over my head and grub in my belly is plenty.”
She frowned suddenly. “Wait a minute. You have a place near here.”
“Yeah, well, the thing is…” He cleared his throat. He knew the question was bound to come up, but he didn’t have an easy answer without sounding like a whipped dog. “I haven’t been back for a while, and the place is a mess.”
“Wouldn’t it make more sense to concentrate on getting your place in shape?”
He scrubbed at his face. How many questions was this woman gonna ask?
“Not that I wouldn’t appreciate the help…” Curiosity brought out the golden flecks in her eyes.
“Look, when I say I haven’t been back in a while, I’m talking a long time,” he muttered and saw that her interest hadn’t died any. “It’s complicated,” he said, echoing her earlier words.
She sat there quietly for a moment, her thoughts clearly somewhere else, and then said, “Got it.” She stuck out her hand. “You have a deal.”
He stared at her hand for a moment. It wasn’t that he didn’t understand the gesture, but damn, he didn’t know any women who shook hands. They hugged, they kissed, some of them even pinched his ass, but they didn’t shake hands. Not that this was a bad thing. Just different.
“Um, something wrong?”
“Nope.” He slid his palm against her warm soft flesh. “Deal.”
“Good.”
Neither of them moved for several moments. She withdrew her hand first, took a quick sip of the juice she’d poured for herself and then got up.
He leaned back in the chair and watched her. Staying here with her wouldn’t be a hardship. No, sir. She was on the thin side, with small breasts, but that nice round backside more than made up for anything lacking up front. Not that he was an ass man. He just liked women, period. Always found something nice about each and every one of them. Got him in trouble enough times, that was for sure.
She turned suddenly, but he didn’t think she’d caught him checking her out. He hadn’t been that obvious. She opened the refrigerator again and then one of the cupboards. “You must be hungry,” she said, and went to another cupboard that was almost as bare as the first. “Let’s see. Canned peaches, more canned peaches and…” She got up on tiptoes to see what was on the back of the second shelf, and then sighed. “I hope you like canned peaches.”
Luke smiled. “I stopped at a store on the way over and bought some stuff for sandwiches. They’re in the cooler in the back of my truck.” He got to his feet. “I’ll go get it.”
“Go ahead and take it to the bunkhouse with you.”
“The bunkhouse?”
“Yeah.”
“Darlin’, I’m not sleeping in the bunkhouse. I’m sleeping here with you.”
“With me?” Her eyebrows arched in amusement. “You think so?”
He tried not to smile. He didn’t mean it like it sounded. He just wanted to stay in the house. “I’m cheap labor. Don’t I deserve a nice soft bed?”
She leaned a hip against the counter and folded her arms across her chest. “I’m sure Chester can accommodate you.”
“Come on now, darlin’.”
Her expression tightened. “Don’t take this wrong, okay, but I—”
“I know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t blame you for mistrusting me. A girl can’t be too careful and all that, but if I’d wanted to—”
“I’m not worried that you’re going to attack me,” Annie said, cutting him off. “I simply don’t like you calling me darlin’.”
“Why?”
She looked at him as if he’d crawled
