and some of it wasn’t very appealing. I can’t ask for more than that.”
She relaxed the fingers she hadn’t realized she’d clenched tightly in the pockets of her sweater. “Was he…” her voice trailed off and she couldn’t figure out how to ask the question in a way that wouldn’t make her sound like a terrible mother.
“Rude and obnoxious? Not much, surprisingly. He digs cars and we spent much of the afternoon working on mine, so everything was cool.”
“I can’t tell you how relieved that makes me.”
“You should probably know I did throw him up on a horse for a few minutes. He actually seemed to enjoy it. Even smiled a few times.”
She blinked, trying to imagine her rebellious city-boy “I-hate-everything-country” son on the back of a horse.
“You’re sure we’re talking about the same kid? He wasn’t possessed by alien cowboy pod people?”
Seth laughed, his blue eyes crinkled at the corners, and she could swear she felt warm fingers trickling down her spine just looking at him.
“Not a UFO in sight, I swear.”
She shouldn’t be here, sharing laughter or anything else with Seth Dalton. With sharp efforts, she broke eye contact. “Thank you for all the trouble you’ve gone to,” she said after an uncomfortable moment. “It would have been less work on your part if you had just turned him over to the authorities.”
“I’m getting free labor with my horses and with my car. Not a bad deal. I’m no saint here.”
“So they tell me.”
Had she really said that aloud? She mentally cringed at her rudeness and Seth looked startled at first, then gave her one of those blasted slow smiles that ought to come with a warning label as long as her arm.
“Who’s been talking about me, Ms. Boyer?”
Her nerve endings tingled at his low, amused voice, but she ignored it, turning her own voice prim. “Who hasn’t? You’re a favorite topic of conversation in Pine Gulch, Mr. Dalton.”
He didn’t seem bothered by town gossip—or maybe he was just used to it.
Looking for all the world as if he planned to make himself right at home, he leaned a hip against the door frame and crossed his arms across his chest. “That must tell you what a quiet town you’ve settled in, if nobody in Pine Gulch has anything more interesting to talk about than me. So what’s the consensus?”
That you’re a major-league player. That you flirt with anything female and have left a swath of broken hearts behind you. That half the women in Teton Valley are in love with you and the other half are in lust.
She so didn’t want to be having this conversation with him. She thought longingly of the paperwork she’d been putting off all afternoon and would have given just about anything right then to be sitting at her desk filling out federal assessment forms. Anything but this.
“Nothing I’m sure you haven’t already heard,” she finally said. “You’re apparently a busy man.”
A purely masculine, absolutely enticing dimple appeared in his cheek briefly then disappeared again. “Yeah, starting a full-fledged horse ranch can take a lot of hours.”
He had to know she wasn’t talking about his equine endeavors, but she decided she wasn’t going to set him straight.
“I’m sure it does,” she murmured drily. Dating a different woman every night probably tended to fill up the calendar, too. But not this woman, even if she wasn’t four years older than him and the exact opposite of all the tight, perky young things he was probably used to.
She knew all about men like him. She’d been married to one, a man compelled to charm every woman in sight.
She had worked hard to rebuild her heart and her life and her family in the last three years. After a great deal of hard work and self-scrutiny, she had finally become someone she could respect again.
She was a strong, successful woman who loved her work and her family, and she wasn’t about to let a man like Seth Dalton knock her on her butt again.
Even if he did make her hormones wake up and sing hallelujah.
“Thank you for taking the time away from your horses to bring Cole back,” she said, in what she hoped was a polite but dismissive tone.
He either didn’t pick on it or didn’t care. “No problem. How’s Morgan doing now?”
She didn’t want him to be interested in her daughter or for the simple question to remind her just how kind and patient he had been during Morgan’s flare-up.
That was the problem with charmers, she supposed. They seemed instinctively to know how to zero in on a woman’s weak spot and use that to their advantage. He’d already slipped inside her defenses a little by being so decent about Cole crashing his car. She would have preferred if he ignored Morgan altogether.
How was she to pigeonhole him as a selfish womanizer when he showed such genuine concern for her daughter’s welfare?
“She’s fine. By the time we returned home, her peak flow was about seventy percent. After we nebulized her, it went up to about eight-five percent.”
“Good. I hope the flare-up doesn’t discourage you from bringing her out to the ranch again. She’s welcome to tag along with Cole anytime. You both are.”
She smiled politely, though she had absolutely no intention of taking him up on the invitation. “Thank you. But I’m sure the very last thing you need underfoot—with you being so busy and all—is a wheezing nine-year-old girl.”
“I’d like to have her back. Both of you. Pretty ladies are always welcome at the Cold Creek.”
His smile was designed to reach right into a woman’s soul and she felt it clear to her toes. Darn him. No, darn her for this ridiculous crush, the weakness she had for handsome charmers.
She couldn’t endure his light flirtation, especially knowing he didn’t mean any of it, it was all just a game to him.
He couldn’t possibly be seriously interested in a stuffy, overstressed thirty-six-year-old elementary school principal with no chest to speak of and the tiniest bit of gray in her hair that she only managed to hide by the grace of God and a good stylist.
He wasn’t interested in her, and he had no business smiling at her as if he were.
“Do you stay up nights thinking of lines or do you just come up with them on the fly?”
He raised an eyebrow, though amusement still lurked in his blue eyes, even in the face of her frontal attack. “Was that a line? I thought I was simply extending an invitation.”
She sighed. “Look, you’ve been incredibly understanding about what Cole did to your car. If I had been in your shoes, I can’t imagine I would be nearly so magnanimous. He’s going to be working with you to make things right for at least a few months and I suppose we’ll see a great deal of each other in that time, so let’s get this
