at each other until she realized what she was doing.
“I came over here for something,” she said, feeling foolish, struggling against stepping into his arms again, yet determined to regain her composure. She looked around and spotted the small box on the corner of Zach’s desk. She retrieved the box, clinging to it as if it were a lifeline.
“Look at this.”
He was still gazing at her and his blue eyes had darkened again. His expression no longer appeared as impersonal. Her heart drummed while her lips tingled. The urge to reach for him tormented her. With a deep breath he looked down, picked up the watch and turned it in his hand.
“This is a find,” he said, his voice deep, becoming hoarse, and she was certain the husky tone was not caused by the watch he held. “This watch is worth going through the box of stuff.” Turning it in his hand, he studied the gold back. “These are my great-great-grandfather’s initials,” Zach said, extending it to her and she looked down, stepping closer to gaze at the watch, which she had already studied. “Warner Irwin Delaney,” Zach read. “This we’ll keep, thank you, Emma.”
“It’s a beautiful pocket watch. I’m glad you’re keeping it. I’ll research to find one like it to pinpoint how old it is. For the moment, I’ll see what else I can find.”
“I’ll help for a while,” he said. “The watch makes poking around in all the old stuff more interesting.”
She returned to her chair, mindful of him pulling one up nearby. The awareness of him was sharp, intense and disturbed her concentration. She wanted to take a long look at him, but she didn’t want to get caught studying him.
She tried to focus on a letter and realized her concentration was on Zach only. His kisses had been fantastic, setting her on fire in a blaze that still burned. She wanted more kisses, wanted to dance and flirt and make love—reactions that shocked her. Ones she had never experienced before in this manner. The men in her life had always been friends, family-oriented guys she had been comfortable with. Never anyone she had been very serious about either. Why did he hold such appeal for her?
She could barely think about the jump in salary for thinking about the man. Any other time in her life she would have been overjoyed at the increase in pay, but now it kept slipping her mind, replaced by thoughts about Zach.
The wise thing to do would be to pack and go no matter what salary he offered. She couldn’t do it. The salary was important. College—and her classes on the internet—was expensive. This boost in salary filled a great need. Without thinking, she glanced at him. He was studying her openly and she felt her face flush as they looked into each other’s eyes.
The glance had the same effect as a touch.
They worked in silence. As he methodically shoved aside letters, she realized he was looking for more things like the watch. She became absorbed in her reading.
“I feel as if I know part of your family,” she said, folding a letter. “After the Civil War, Warner Delaney started building this ranch house. He brought his family out here. Earlier, he met a woman in Kansas City and is going to ask her to marry him.”
“My great-great-grandmother? Her name was Tabitha, I think.”
They heard a commotion in the hall and a tall man in Western boots, jeans, a navy sweater and a Stetson entered the room. He held the hand of a little black-haired girl who smiled broadly at Zach and then glanced shyly at Emma.
“Will. Caroline. How’s my prettiest and favorite niece?” Zach asked, lifting her up and holding her to kiss her cheek. She laughed and giggled as he set her on her feet. “Hey, Will. Where’s Ava?”
“Stopped to talk to Rosie and leave Muffy with her. Muffy is a dog,” he explained, glancing at Emma.
“Emma, this is my niece, Caroline, and my brother Will Delaney. Ah, here is Ava. Emma, meet Ava Delaney. This is Emma Hillman, my secretary.”
As she shook hands with the adults, Emma gazed into warm welcoming green eyes of a sandy-haired blonde. Caroline, holding a small brown bear, could not stop smiling.
“C’mon, let’s go into the family room where it’s more comfortable and Caroline has things to play with while we talk,” Zach suggested.
Will smiled. “We were on our way back from Dallas and stopped for a few minutes to see about you.”
“Zach, all of you go ahead,” Emma said. “I can stay in here. I don’t want to intrude—”
“C’mon, Emma, or we’ll all have to sit in here on these hard chairs,” Zach said with a shake of his head.
“Please join us,” Ava said. “Don’t leave Caroline and me alone with these two.”
Emma smiled and nodded, knowing Ava was teasing and it was nice that they would include her. Will was strikingly handsome without the ruggedness of Zach. She would not have picked them out of a crowd as brothers because Will’s dark eyes were nothing like Zach’s vivid blue ones. Their facial structure was as different as their hair.
“Well, the offer is still open for you to have Thanksgiving with us,” Will said.
“Thanks. I’ll still stay here. You know Rosie will cook a big turkey.”
“You should join us, Zach,” Ava said. “The snow will be beautiful and we’ll have a great time.”
“Thanks, Ava. I’ll do fine here,” he replied without glancing at Emma.
When they entered the family room, Emma mulled over his turning down the offer for Thanksgiving. How could he turn down Will and stay alone on the isolated ranch? She would never understand how Zach could possibly avoid being lonely and miserable. Was this all a carryover from childhood hurts, seeking isolation because it was a shield against times he had been left alone and deeply disappointed?
“So how are you doing with the memorabilia?” Will asked.
“I want to show you what Emma found in that box of old letters. I’ll put it with anything else of value we find.”
“I’ll get it,” Emma said. “You talk to your family.” Before Zach could protest she hurried from the room. In minutes she returned to hand the box to Zach.
As she sat down, he took the watch and held it up. “Look at this.”
“That looks like a fine watch and something nice to keep since it belonged to a Delaney ancestor,” Will said. Zach carried it to show it to Ava and Caroline who crowded around them. Will got up to join them.
“If this isn’t just like Dad,” Zach said. “I’ll bet he found the watch and stuck it back in with the letters to let us find it.”
“I don’t know. I had the feeling he had never gone through that stuff before,” Will remarked.
“Maybe not. No telling what else I’ll find. Or Emma will find.”
“I hear you’re the one reading the letters,” Will said, smiling at her.
“Yes, most of them.”
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