Sequins and Spurs. Cheryl St.John

       Ruby gave him a look filled with appreciation. “Thank you for putting aside your resentment and giving me a chance.”

      “Don’t thank me yet.” Nash took a step back. “Goodnight, Ruby.”

      She offered him a soft smile. “Goodnight.”

      He locked the kitchen door and went up to his room. Thanks to Ruby he had his children back under his roof and could rest easy about that. Her presence here wasn’t conducive to sleep, however.

      He thought of her traveling the country with her theater friends and riding that horse all the way to Nebraska on her own. In a way it bothered him, but on the other hand she impressed him beyond measure. He couldn’t think of another woman who would be so independent or daring. Few females would have packed a bag, saddled a horse and ridden alone for weeks and weeks.

      Ruby was not like other women.

      And those differences kept him awake at night.