wouldn’t scare anyone.
Too bad they weren’t there yet.
Then, a half an hour before they closed the doors for the day, something wonderful happened: the rain stopped. Brandy started smiling again. Emmet said, “Great. Now everyone can take a break from predicting disaster.”
At five, Callie drove home. She still had plenty of Faith’s excellent casserole left for dinner. But she needed milk and bread and eggs for breakfast tomorrow. That meant a quick trip to Crawford’s, the general store on North Main run by Nate’s parents and sisters, with a little help from Nate and his brothers when needed.
Callie decided she could use a walk after being cooped up in the clinic all day, so she changed her scrubs for jeans and a T-shirt and left her car at home.
It started sprinkling again as she was crossing the Main Street Bridge. She walked faster. Luck was with her. It didn’t really start pouring until right after she reached the store and ducked inside.
Callie loved the Crawfords’ store. It was just so totally Rust Creek Falls. Your classic country store, Crawford’s carried everything from hardware to soft goods to basic foodstuffs. It was all homey pine floors and open rafters. The rafters had baskets and lanterns and buckets hanging from them. There were barrels everywhere, filled with all kinds of things—yard tools, vegetables, bottles of wine. In the corner stood an old-timey woodstove with stools grouped around it. During the winter, the old guys in town would gather there and tell each other stories of the way things used to be.
Even though she knew she was in for a soggy walk home, Callie almost didn’t care. Crawford’s always made her feel as if everything was right with the world.
“Nurse Callie, what are you doing out in this?” Nate’s mother, Laura, called to her from behind the cash register.
“It wasn’t raining when I left the house. I thought the walk would do me good.”
“How’s that new house of yours?” Laura beamed.
“I love it.”
“My Nathan has good taste, huh?” Laura’s voice was full of pride. Nate was the oldest of her six children. Some claimed he’d always been the favorite.
“He did a wonderful job on it, yes.” Callie grabbed a basket. Hoping maybe the rain would stop again before she had to head back home, she collected the items she needed.
Didn’t happen. It was coming down harder than ever, drumming the roof of the store good and loud as Laura started ringing up her purchases.
“You stick around,” Laura ordered as she handed Callie her receipt. “Have a seat over by the stove. Someone will give you a ride.”
Callie didn’t argue. “I think I will hang around for a few minutes. Maybe the rain will slow down and...” The sentence wandered off unfinished as Nate emerged through the door that led into the storage areas behind the counter.
He spotted her and nodded. “Callie.”
Her heart kind of stuttered in her chest, which was thoroughly silly. For crying out loud, you’d think she had a real thing for Nate Crawford, the way her pulse picked up and her heart skipped a beat just at the sight of him. “Nate. Hey.”
For a moment, neither of them said anything else. They just stood there, looking at each other.
And then Laura cleared her throat.
Callie blinked and slid a glance at Nate’s mother.
Laura gave her a slow, way-too-knowing smile. Callie hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt.
Nate lurched to life about then. He grabbed a handsome-looking tan cowboy hat from the wall rack behind the counter. “I moved the packaged goods out of the way so they won’t get wet and put a bigger bucket under that leak.” He put the hat on. It looked great on him. So did his jeans, which hugged his long, hard legs, and that soft chambray shirt that showed off his broad shoulders. “I’ll see to getting the roof fixed tomorrow—or as soon as the rain gives us a break.”
“Thanks, Nathan.” Laura gave him a fond smile. And then she suggested way too offhandedly, “And Callie here needs a ride home....”
Callie automatically opened her mouth to protest—and then shut it without saying a word. It was raining pitchforks and hammer handles out there, and she did need a ride home.
Nate said, “Just so happens I’m headed that way. Here, let me help you.” He grabbed both of her grocery bags off the counter. “Let’s go.”
Callie resisted the urge to tell him she could carry her own groceries. What was the point? He already had them. And he wasn’t waiting around for instructions from her, anyway. He was headed out the door.
“Um, thanks,” she told Laura as she took off after him.
“You are so welcome,” beamed Laura with way more enthusiasm than the situation warranted.
“My mother likes you,” Nate said as he drove slowly down Main Street, the wipers on high and the rain coming down so hard it was a miracle he could see anything beyond the streaming windshield.
Callie didn’t know how to answer—not so much because of what Nate had said but because of his grim tone. “I like her, too?” she replied so cautiously it came out sounding like a question.
He muttered darkly, “She considers you quality.”
Callie didn’t get his attitude at all—or understand what he meant. “Quality?”
“Yeah, quality. A quality woman. You’re a nurse. A professional. You’re not a snob, but you carry yourself with pride. It’s a small town and sometimes it takes a while for folks to warm to a newcomer. But not with you. People are drawn to you, and you made friends right away. Plus, it’s no hardship to look at you. My mother approves.”
She slid him a cautious glance. “But you don’t?”
He kept his gaze straight ahead. “Of course I approve of you. What’s not to approve of? You’ve got it all.”
She wanted to ask him what on earth he was talking about. Instead, she blew out a breath and said, “Gee, thanks,” and let it go at that.
He turned onto Commercial Street a moment later, then onto South Pine and then into her driveway. He switched off the engine and turned to her, frowning. “You okay?”
She gave him a cool look. “I could ask you the same question. Are you mad at your mother or something?”
“What makes you think that?”
She pressed her lips together and drew in a slow breath through her nose. “If you keep answering every question with a question, what’s the point of even attempting a conversation?”
He readjusted his cowboy hat and narrowed those gorgeous green eyes at her. “That was another question you just asked me, in case you didn’t notice. And I asked the first question, which you failed
