for help?”
“B-bunkhouse,” he muttered, his voice shaking, either from pain or the wet snow beginning to cover him.
Though she could dimly make out another building with a light burning, she decided the easiest way to summon help would be to use her car horn. Opening the door, she slid beneath the wheel, ignoring the temptation to drive away from this nightmare. Grateful for the Girl Scouts of her youth, she tapped out SOS.
Though it only took a couple of minutes for a response, they were the longest two minutes of her life. A distant door was slammed open and she finally heard the welcome sound of voices and footsteps.
“What the hell’s goin’ on?” one of the men shouted as he reached the area lit by the porch light.
Leslie was standing by her car door. She stepped forward. “Mr. Graybow fell. I think he’s broken his leg.”
“Ma’am,” the man said, tipping his hat even as he went down on one knee by his employer.
“Boss? You break a leg?”
“I don’t—damn,” Graybow said and then gasped. “The thing hurts like hell.”
“Curly, go get the four-wheeler,” the man said to one of the cowboys. “It’s about all that will get through tonight.”
A man, supposedly Curly, ran away, and the other man turned his attention to Leslie. “Ma’am, would you go get some blankets from the house? Maybe a sleepin’ bag, too, and a pillow.”
She started to explain that she wouldn’t know where to look, but the man bent back toward his boss, assuming she would follow his orders. With a shrug, she stepped carefully over the injured man and climbed the steps to open the front door.
Two pairs of brown eyes stared at her from the bottom of the stairs. “Leslie!” Justin cried, leaping up and running to wrap his arms around her legs. “You didn’t go.”
Gareth followed his brother and Leslie found it impossible to move. “Boys, I need your help. Your father fell, and I need to find some blankets to keep him warm.”
Gareth ran off to find the items she’d mentioned, but Justin stayed by her side.
“Is Daddy hurt bad?”
She knelt down beside him. “The ranch hands have come to help him. I’m sure he’ll be all right as soon as we get him warm.”
Justin took her hand and led her after Gareth. With the boys’ expert guidance, it only took a couple of minutes to round up the items. The boys followed her to the door, but she made them stay inside in spite of their protests.
The Jeep pulled up just as she reached the bottom of the stairs.
“Here. I found everything.”
The cowboy ignored her as he gestured for the other men to help him lift Graybow.
“Shouldn’t you splint the leg before you move him?” she asked, concerned in spite of herself.
“Lady, we got to get him out of this blizzard!”
She covered her ears when Doug Graybow gave a mangled cry of pain as he was moved. Fortunately for him, he passed out before they got him into the vehicle.
His cry brought both boys tumbling down the steps, their footed pajamas immediately wet from the snow. “Daddy?” they cried, terror in their voices.
Leslie turned and scooped both of them into her arms and lifted them back to the porch. “Your dad is going to be fine. It just hurt when they moved him.”
“Daddy don’t never complain when he’s hurt,” Gareth assured her.
Leslie could believe that statement. He seemed like the kind of male who could never admit a weakness. Look at how he had refused to listen to her offer because he was embarrassed at not having money for a housekeeper.
“Excuse me, ma’am, but who are you?” the cowboy who seemed to be in charge asked.
“Leslie cooked us dinner,” Justin assured him.
“I—” Leslie began, sure he would demand more of an explanation.
“Oh, a friend. Well, could you stay with the boys? It’ll take two of us to get him to town, and the other two will have to carry on in the morning, so if you don’t mind—” He turned as another moan came from the truck. “Okay?”
Without waiting for her agreement, he leapt down several steps and slid behind the wheel of the truck.
“Wait! I—”
But in seconds the Jeep had completely disappeared in the falling snow, abandoning her to care for two little boys she scarcely knew.
Chapter Three
“You’ll stay with us, won’t you, Leslie?” Justin’s eyes as well as his voice pleaded with her. But it was the look on his face that decided her.
“Yes, of course I will,” she said, “and the first thing we have to do is get the two of you out of those wet pajamas. Inside, at once.”
Her mind was filled with all kinds of questions, but they were never asked. Instead, she put the boys in a steaming tub of water and went downstairs to make hot chocolate.
An hour later, she finally tucked the boys in their beds, sitting with them until they drifted off to sleep. Though they’d tried to show their bravery, she’d seen through their pretense and had wanted to reassure them. In spite of their mischief about the phone call, they were still little children.
Then she gathered the wet pajamas and found the laundry room downstairs. Rather than just wash those two items, she did a full load from the big pile of laundry that almost covered the entire floor.
And the man didn’t need a housekeeper? Ha!
Next, she returned to the kitchen and tidied up the dirty dishes from their late snack. She put the last clean cup on the shelf and closed the cabinet.
Now what? A wave of exhaustion hit her and she realized it was almost eleven o’clock. Well, eleven o’clock Kansas City time. The time her body was used to. Obviously Mr. Graybow was not going to return tonight, so she might as well make herself comfortable.
The only other room with sheets on the bed was the master bedroom. She supposed she could locate some linen and make up one of the other beds, but she was too tired. After all, she’d driven all the way from Kansas early that morning. Not to mention she’d met the charming Mr. D. Graybow, cooked his dinner, argued and been left in charge of his twins.
She stared at the big bed. It would serve him right if she slept in his bed! Visions of Goldilocks danced through her mind. But Mr. Graybow wasn’t going to get home until tomorrow sometime. So what harm could there be?
She was going to make herself comfortable and he could just lump it if he didn’t like it. Filled with righteous indignation, she marched toward the big bed.
She even went
