a tall, dark-haired man who looked less than friendly. In fact, he made Heather think of a grizzly bear.
“Heather Fitzgerald,” Josh began, motioning from her to his friend, “this is Cam Stewart. Erin’s husband and all-around muscle.”
Cam made a disparaging noise but shook her hand gently enough. “Welcome to Oaks Crossing. How are things going so far?”
“Fine, but our stuff arrived here earlier than I expected, and the movers I originally scheduled for Wednesday are busy with other customers and can’t get here until this afternoon. At the earliest,” she added wryly.
“You hired movers?” Josh laughed. “What for?”
Mild as it was, the mocking didn’t help her mood the slightest bit, and she bit her tongue to keep her simmering temper in check. “Erin said she’d try to find me some help, but I haven’t heard back from her yet.”
“I got nothing better to do just now.” Looking at Cam, he grinned. “Gimme a hand?”
“Why not? It’ll save me from mopping up the gallon of ketchup my new waitress just spilled in the storeroom.”
“Good deal. Heather, can you work the door for us?”
And just like that, she had all the help she could ask for. “The boxes are labeled. Would it be too much trouble for you guys to put them in the right rooms?”
“No trouble at all,” Josh assured her. That got him a menacing look from his friend before Cam hauled himself into the back of the moving truck. “Don’t mind him. His bark is worse than his bite.”
Punctuated by a broad wink, the old cliché made her difficult morning a little easier to take. “Did you just make a veterinarian joke?”
“That depends. Did you like it?”
His playful expression made her think of a big puppy whose only goal in life is to make everyone he comes across love him. At twenty-six, she’d spent many years with serious students determined to do everything in their power to make themselves successful. At the time, she’d assumed those days would be the most difficult she’d have to endure for a long time to come. But now, they paled in comparison to losing her only sibling and becoming an instant parent to a grieving child.
Despite what he’d told her, she recognized that Josh was going out of his way to lighten her mood, and she didn’t want him to think she was standoffish. On the other hand, she didn’t want to mislead him, either. Aside from being a nice guy, he was her boss’s brother. She was keenly aware that her current employment situation was tenuous at best, and she couldn’t afford to have any misunderstandings between them.
Stepping closer, she said in a quiet voice, “I know you’re just being friendly, but I’ve got a lot on my plate right now. I don’t have the time or the energy for anything else.”
After a moment, he gave her a lazy grin. “Meaning me?”
“Yes. I’m not sure what you’re after, but trust me—you’re better off looking for it somewhere else.”
“I’m not after anything, darlin’,” he informed her in the slow, easy drawl that must make other women drool all over his scuffed work boots. “Just a smile. I’m thinking even a busy lady like you might have the time and the energy to give me one of those.”
That he’d perfectly echoed her earlier comment impressed her to no end. Because of her looks, most men treated her like a miniature Barbie doll and never even considered the possibility that she had a brain and ideas that might be worth listening to. She could probably tell many of them the true meaning of life and they wouldn’t register a single word she said.
Apparently, Josh Kinley was a different sort altogether. And since he’d been so great to a stressed-out woman he’d just met, she decided it was okay to offer him the smile he’d asked her for.
“There it is,” he approved, returning it with a blinding one of his own. “Just made my whole day.”
He took over unloading the large truck with an efficiency that suggested to her that this wasn’t the first time he’d managed such a big job. She manned the outer door, watching the two men thread through the pet store shelving, carrying furniture and boxes as if they handled this kind of assignment every day.
When the driver returned, her section of the truck was empty, and he was much more cheerful than he’d been when he’d first arrived. He handed her a copy of her receipt and even touched the bill of his baseball hat when she tipped him. “That’s real nice of you, miss. You and your niece have a good day, now.”
Heather could hardly believe this was the same surly man who’d pulled up half an hour ago and had been a whisker away from taking off with all her worldly possessions. When she said as much to Josh, he shrugged. “When you treat folks well, they do the same for you. Mostly, he looked hungry, so I bought him breakfast. No big deal.”
“It was for me,” she corrected him. Fishing a couple of twenties out of her wallet, she held one out to each of them. “You two really saved me this morning. Thank you.”
“Just tell my wife I pitched in,” Cam suggested. “We’ll call it even.”
She agreed, and he clapped Josh on the back before heading back into the restaurant. Still holding the money, she looked up at her rescuer. “Please let me pay you.”
“I got my smile,” he reminded her, blue eyes twinkling in fun.
“That’s not nearly enough for the amount of work you did.”
“Well, now, I guess that depends on the smile, doesn’t it?”
This charming country boy was hard to resist, but she’d been schooled by men far more calculating than him. Calling up what she called her bad-news face, she replied, “I suppose so.”
The cool gesture seemed to make no dent in his sunny disposition, and he went on as if she hadn’t just shot him down. “Now that your stuff is off the sidewalk, I figure you’re going out to the rescue center. I’m headed that way myself, so you can follow me if you want.”
“I have a navigation system in my car,” she informed him politely.
“Yeah, that might not work so far out of town if you lose the signal. But I’m sure a smart cookie like you can find the clinic on your own.”
That didn’t sound promising to her, and she found herself missing the convenience of street signs that directed people to where they wanted to go. Pushing the thought aside with a mental sigh, she decided not to make a challenging day even worse by being late for her first day of work. “On second thought, it might be best if I follow you. Thanks.”
“Anytime.”
He flashed her another grin and headed for a double-cab green pickup sporting the logo from his shirt on the driver’s door. He climbed inside and reached down to adjust the radio before starting the engine and pulling out onto Main Street. As she watched him drive away accompanied by a honky-tonk tune, Heather wasn’t entirely certain what had just happened. Putting away her money, she got into her car and prepared to play follow-the-leader.
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