style="font-size:15px;"> Together they headed for the house. By the time they reached the porch, they were both soaked again. Holt pushed open the back door and let her inside the mudroom.
“We better take off our boots, or Maria will have our heads for tracking up the kitchen.”
“Maria Silva?” Leah looked up from unlacing her boots. “She still works here?”
Holt nodded. “She cleans once a week, and prepares some of the meals.”
“Lucky you. She’s a great cook.”
“I can cook, but after a long day of work, it’s been nice not to have to.” He went into the main part of the house. He grabbed a towel—and the only thing available for her to change into—one of his flannel shirts. He returned to her.
“I don’t own a robe, so this is all I have. While your wet clothes are in the dryer put this on.”
“I don’t need to change.”
“You’re shivering. Do it or Zach will kick my butt for letting you catch cold.”
“Okay.” Leah took the shirt and followed him through the kitchen and down the hall.
He pointed to a closed door. “That’s a bathroom.” “If you want you can take a hot shower.”
Holt climbed the stairs to the second floor of the large ranch house. He definitely didn’t need a hot one, he thought as he went into the master bedroom that once belonged to his father. The large sleigh bed was a dark mahogany covered in a multicolored quilt. The small print wallpaper had faded over the years. A braided rug partly covered the hardwood floor that Maria kept polished to a high gloss.
There weren’t any pictures of family and none of him, even as a boy. Holt tried to push aside the memories of a man who wanted nothing to do with his son. His only child.
There were three other bedrooms on the second floor, but Holt told himself the reason he stayed in this room was because of the connecting bath. He began stripping off his clothes and heard the water go on downstairs. Great, that was all he needed, the image of a naked Leah Keenan in his bathroom. He got in the shower and turned on the faucet to cold.
But ten minutes later, he went downstairs and found Leah in the kitchen. He swallowed hard. She was dressed only in his shirt. Her face was scrubbed clean and the blond hair pooled wet against her shoulders was beginning to curl.
“Hi,” she said. “I hope you don’t mind, I fixed some coffee.”
She’d made herself at home. “Sounds good,” he told her. “I take it you know your way around here.”
Leah sipped from her cup. “I’m sorry, it’s just that while I was in high school, I used to spend a lot of time here taking pictures.”
He tried not to look at her legs, but it was impossible not to, even for a saint and he wasn’t anywhere close to being a saint. Her smooth, shapely calves and trim thighs made his mouth water as the edge of his plaid shirt cut off any more view. He took a gulp of the hot coffee, nearly scalding his throat.
He went to the refrigerator and pulled open the door to the cool air. “How about some lunch?”
She came up beside him, too close and smelling of his soap. “Only if you’ll allow me to fix it.”
Holt stepped back. “Sure. There are cold cuts in the meat bin. I’ll get the bread.”
She touched his arm to stop him. “I can do it. Please, Holt, go and sit down.”
He nodded, went to the large oval table, pulled out a chair and sat. He couldn’t help but watch as she moved efficiently around the kitchen. She laid out the bread on the white-tiled countertop, and layered the cooked ham on top, then added lettuce and tomato. He was handling things just fine until she went to the maple cabinets and reached up for plates. That was when the shirt rose high, exposing the back of her smooth rounded thighs.
Damn. He glanced away. A man could only take so much. Suddenly the back door slammed and in seconds Zach appeared in the kitchen.
The old foreman glanced around the room. His hazel eyes sparkling as he grinned. “Well, if this doesn’t look cozy.”
CHAPTER THREE
LEAH realized what her being half naked and standing in the Rawlins’s kitchen must look like. But she pushed aside her embarrassment, put a smile on her face and went to greet Zach.
“You’re just in time for lunch,” she announced. “Do you want a ham or a turkey sandwich?”
The foreman glanced at Holt. “I don’t want to interrupt…”
“Since when has that ever stopped you?” Holt told him. “You might as well sit down. We’re just killing time until Leah’s clothes dry.”
“So you two got caught in the storm?”
“We were headed back,” Leah said. Why was she feeling guilty? “Sure you don’t want a sandwich, Zach?”
“Well…if it’s not too much trouble.” The foreman went to the table and sat down across from Holt.
Leah smiled. “Not for you.”
“I take it you didn’t have any luck finding the boy,” Zach said.
“No, but I’m not giving up,” she assured him. “He’s out there somewhere.” She turned back to her task at the counter.
“I think he’s moved on,” Holt said. “We haven’t seen any sign of him since yesterday morning.”
Leah placed the sandwiches on mismatched plates from the cupboard and carried them to the table. “That doesn’t mean he isn’t out there.” She went back and poured two glasses of milk, staying busy to keep calm. “I have some places to check tomorrow.” She sat down next to Zach, tugging her makeshift robe over her knees. “I thought I’d try the old Hutchinson mine up on the south ridge.”
“That’s a thought,” Zach said. “There’s water close by and even though the cabin is old, it’s still in good shape.” He bit into his sandwich.
“Hey, don’t I have a say in this?” Holt asked. “I can’t keep traipsing around the countryside looking for a kid who doesn’t want to be found.”
Leah tensed. “Then I’ll go by myself.”
“Not without my permission.”
She caught his determined gaze, but she wasn’t intimidated. “I’m sure the sheriff could get some volunteers together within an hour and search until nightfall.”
Holt glared. “I don’t like being threatened.”
“Not any more than I like to think about a child being left out there alone.” She got up from the table, went to the mudroom and slammed the door behind her.
“Well, you’ve done it now,” Zach said as he looked
