and on this rare Saturday without her, he planned to put in an extra five or six hours of work. He knew his daughter would have fun with her grandparents, and he needed every daylight hour he had to get this place ready for spring. He was making progress, but not fast enough. On Monday he’d hire men to help him work the cattle but today he was working on his own.
Grinning, he remembered Jubilee mentioning twice yesterday that she was glad it was Friday. She wouldn’t be helping him today. City people might take off Saturdays and Sundays, but most farm and ranch folks kept working. Livestock don’t know it’s the weekend.
He’d spent more time explaining things to her this week than working. He should have added in the bargain that he would get paid double for every day she helped. Yesterday, when he’d gone in for breakfast, he noticed she’d turned what had been a living room/bedroom for Levy into an office. Calendars, maps and goals for each month were taped to the walls.
The woman was as much a puzzle to him as she’d been the first day when she’d stormed out in her raincoat and socks. Bossy one minute and completely confused the next. She was her own private merry-go-round of emotions.
What made it worse was that he felt the need to help her, watch over her. She seemed adrift, without any friends or family. As far as he knew, not one person had called to check on her. Now and then he had to fight the need to just hold her and tell her it was going to be all right. She didn’t have to fight so hard or always put on such a brave face.
Only Charley wasn’t sure he believed that himself. He knew what it was like to have few friends and no family that cared. Sometimes being brave was the only choice because the other alternative was too dark to think about.
Jubilee did look good in her jeans and boots, though. He’d give the crazy lady that. And she always took the time to stop and talk to Lillie, even if she barely spoke five-year-old.
He’d found them sitting in the middle of Jubilee’s dirt garden one afternoon. They were laughing about all the strange vegetables they could grow if plants mixed.
“If an apple married a carrot,” Lillie had said, “I’d call it a carropple.”
Jubilee made several suggestions for new plants and that night she brought over a tower of vegetables for Lillie to eat with her supper.
Her being kind to Lillie mattered to Charley.
The second day, when Lillie mentioned to Jubilee that her daddy was sleeping on the couch because there was no bed in his room, Jubilee insisted they go shopping in the upstairs rooms of her house. Four bedrooms were completely furnished and looked as though no one had slept in any of them for over fifty years. Plus, extra furniture lined the walls of the attic.
When the three of them moved furniture out of the old place, Charley looked around. The big old house wasn’t in bad shape even if it did seem haunted with a hundred years of memories.
The fifth bedroom, the one over the kitchen, was obviously Jubilee’s. She must have decorated it when she’d lived with Levy as a child. It looked as if she hadn’t changed a thing.
When they started lugging the bed frame into his place, Charley complained all the way, but that night he stretched out in a full bed and slept like a rock. When he tried to thank Jubilee the next morning, she brushed it off as nothing, saying she’d had fun with Lillie.
As he led Dooley out, saddled and ready on Saturday morning, Charley noticed Jubilee walking in the dirt she called her sleeping garden. This time she had the book in her hands he’d given her. The woman was always planning. More than a dozen times over the week her quick mind had surprised him and, though he wouldn’t admit it even to himself, he found that sexy as hell.
He waved and thought of reminding her to put on sunscreen, but he reconsidered. He hadn’t minded two nights ago when she’d knocked on his door and asked him to cover her back with aloe vera lotion. She’d worn a sleeveless blouse with tiny straps that morning and blistered both her front and back all the way down to the top of her bra line.
For a moment he’d just stood there staring at her bare shoulders.
“Well?” she said. “Would you mind helping me?” She’d obviously taken off her blouse and bra and wrapped herself in a towel.
He couldn’t stop staring. The towel was low enough to show off not only the sunburn, but the white line below where no sun had touched. With each intake of breath a tiny bit of creamy breast seemed to push up from beneath the towel.
“I’ll help. Sure.” He tried to sound simply polite.
She handed him the lotion and turned, lifting her hair off her red shoulders.
He poured the lotion in his palm and slowly spread the cream over her skin. Back and forth from just below her hair, down her neck, over her shoulders and down to where the towel blocked his progress down her back.
If he didn’t know better he’d think his soft caress was absorbing the heat from her skin, for he felt as though his entire body was growing hot.
When she turned and his hand moved over the tops of her breasts where the skin was burned the worst, she let out a whispered cry.
Charley wasn’t sure if he’d hurt her or if she was simply reacting to the feel of his touch.
Lillie pushed her way between them. Taking the lotion away from him, she claimed his rough touch made Jubilee jump.
The five-year-old had taken over the doctoring, even insisting Jubilee stay for ice cream as part of her treatment.
Charley tried to apologize, but when he looked at her talking to Lillie, smiling at her, letting Lillie be the doctor, he couldn’t seem to form words.
The feel of her warm skin lingered on his hands but he’d done his best to ignore it the next day. No women in his life, he reminded himself. If he ever did need a woman, he’d pick someone like Lexie, who’d know from the start that there would be no strings, no commitment, no future. He’d been fighting to get his footing since his dad kicked him off the ranch and made sure his college days were over. He’d worked and saved and done his best to raise Lillie. Nothing would stop him. No woman would ever get to him again.
Not even one with skin like silk and breasts that promised to be irresistible.
Don’t get involved, he reminded himself—so often that it started echoing in his mind.
If he’d had any doubt that Jubilee wanted it the same way, all he had to remember was yesterday morning. When he’d asked how the sunburn was, she’d said “fine” as if drawing a line of what should not be talked about. The rest of breakfast had been formal, all business. He’d eaten his burned eggs and almost-raw bacon without another word about her body.
Of course, he couldn’t help it if now and then his body went rogue with memories of its own. The way she’d felt. How he could feel her breath brushing against his throat as he leaned closer. The soft cry that could have been pleasure or pain.
Yesterday morning, all that seemed to have vanished with the dawn. Maybe he’d just imagined how good it felt so close. Maybe he was simply starved for a woman and had seen a request only for help as an invitation.
He had looked across the table. All business.
“Fine,” Charley had finally
