Melanie briefly met his eyes. “He looks pretty tough. I think he can handle them.”
“Hey, you giggled. Who is this guy?”
Melanie groaned. “Goodbye, Rachel, and thank you.”
“Wait—”
Melanie disconnected the call but didn’t bother pocketing the phone. Rachel was probably already texting her little heart out. “There’s room for you at the Sundance but only for one night,” she told Lucas without looking at him, because her pink cheeks would only invite more curiosity. “If you’re still interested in sticking around, we can see if the cabin’s available tomorrow.”
“I’m interested.” He nudged Sergei to keep up with her and Candy Cane. “I think.”
“You can decide tomorrow,” Melanie said, pleased at her cool even tone. Despite the dreaded thought he could change his mind and leave first thing in the morning.
“Is there something you should tell me?”
She turned to him. “Like what?”
A small cautious smile curved his mouth. “You asked if your friend takes male guests.”
“Oh.” Her phone buzzed. No surprise, it was a text from Rachel. “Excuse me—I think this is about your reservation,” she murmured, assuring herself she hadn’t lied.
WTF? CALL ME THE SEC HE LEAVES.
Melanie hurriedly stuffed the phone in her pocket. “You’re all set.”
“Are you purposely trying to make me nervous?”
“No, of course not....” She saw he was kidding. Duh. It probably took an earthquake to rattle him. “The Sundance sort of caters to young single women.”
“Sort of?”
“They’ll be crawling all over the place.”
“Great.” He sighed, clearly not pleased.
And that suited Melanie just fine.
5
LUCAS STEPPED ONTO the porch of the McAllisters’ large three-story log house carrying his bag, the brim of his Stetson tugged down low. Normally, he wouldn’t have bothered wearing his hat from his truck to the front door. But it helped eliminate unnecessary eye contact.
He’d assumed Melanie had exaggerated about the ranch being overrun by female guests. Hell, he must’ve seen two dozen of them already, and he’d only just arrived. Fortunately, it seemed most of the ladies were headed to the row of rental cars parked near the stable. Though that hadn’t stopped a few from trying to engage him in conversation.
The door opened before he could knock.
“Hi, you must be Lucas.” The woman had long auburn curls, bright green eyes and a friendly smile. “I’m Rachel McAllister. Come in.”
He saw a trio of women approaching from behind her, and he automatically stepped to the side.
Rachel glanced over her shoulder. “I think this is the last wave,” she whispered, then moved to let the women pass.
The curvy brunette and her smaller friend flashed him smiles as they walked past him and hurried down the porch steps. A tall blonde wearing red heels and a short denim skirt lagged behind them, pausing to say something to Rachel that made her laugh.
“My brothers are spoken for,” Rachel said. “You see them in town, you leave them alone. Same goes for Matt.”
“You know I’m harmless.” The blonde gave her a mischievous grin, then continued onto the porch. She stopped again when she spotted Lucas. Eyeing him up and down, she drawled, “I haven’t seen you before.”
“Nope, just got here.” He had a good look at her ample breasts. Couldn’t miss them, molded by the clingy shirt.
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