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  “Yes, ma’am.” With a slump to his shoulders, dragging his feet, he went into the house. In the stillness of the day, the slam of a door could be heard clearly.

  Willa stood for a moment with her shoulders hunched, too. Then she straightened up and looked at Daniel through the open truck door. “Where did you find him?” Her cheeks were bright red with what he figured was pure embarrassment.

  “In the barn at my place. He was up in the loft, and he sneezed. Maybe he really does have a cold.”

  “If he was sick, he should have stayed home in bed instead of worrying my aunts to death.”

  “I guess so.”

  “He’s been a handful recently. Always up to something.” She said it almost to herself…or as if he were a friend she’d turned to for advice.

  But Daniel knew she didn’t want help from him. He put his hand on the key to crank the truck engine.

  “Wait.” Willa reached out, and he turned off the engine again. “I haven’t said thank you.”

  “Not necessary.”

  “Of course it is. I appreciate you bringing him home—you saved us hours of worry.”

  “Anytime.”

  “I hope not.” She flashed a smile that took him straight back to last night, to the incredible satisfaction he’d found with her. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you again.”

  Daniel’s mood crashed like a falling rock. “I’m sure you will.” Once again he reached out to start the engine.

  “Willa?” Two women came scurrying out the front door and across the veranda, both of them tiny, about sixty years old, with bright, dark eyes and identical faces. “Willa, we just talked to Toby. Is this Major Trent?”

  “Yes, Lili. Daniel Trent.” She gestured to the aunt wearing a pink-flowered dress. “Daniel, this is my aunt, Lilianna Mercado.”

  “Pleased to meet you,” he said automatically, wishing he was outside and standing up instead of talking awkwardly across the interior of the truck.

  The other aunt, wearing blue flowers, crowded in next to her sister. “This is Rosa Mercado,” Willa said from behind them.

  “Miss Rosa.” Daniel nodded. “It’s a pleasure.”

  “We’re so grateful to you for bringing Toby home,” Lili said. Rosa nodded in agreement. “He slipped away while we thought he was napping, and we had no idea where to look. And with Willa gone, we weren’t at all sure what to do.”

  “It’s no problem. I just found him in the barn and drove him back.”

  “We do appreciate your effort.” Rosa put a hand on her chest, somewhere near her heart. “And we’d like to thank you properly. Please come in and join us for lunch.”

  Daniel glanced at Willa and saw her mouth tighten. “Thank you for the invitation, but it’s really not necessary. I’ll just get on back—”

  “Oh, you can’t!” Rosa leaned into the truck, bracing her hands on the passenger seat. “I’m sure you don’t have much in the way of groceries up at that house, and it’s so far to drive to the nearest town, you’ll be starving before you get anything to eat. Please, come in. Willa should have asked you before now.” She gave her niece a reproving look.

  Trapped. While he was still trying to think of a way to say no, Willa cleared her throat. “Lili and Rosa are right, Daniel. Come in and have some lunch. It’s the least we can do since you brought Toby home.”

  His stomach chose that moment to growl fiercely, and the Mercado sisters laughed. Lili clapped her hands. “You see, you need some food right now. You’re a big man. You shouldn’t be going hungry.”

  Daniel grinned and surrendered. “Who am I to argue with a lovely woman? Thank you, Miss Lili. I’ll be glad to stay for lunch.”

  Lili and Rosa fussed over him all the way into the house, herding him through the large main room, with its twenty-foot ceiling, into the dining room beyond, where they led him to the head of an antique table that could easily have seated twenty people. The chairs were equally old, ornately carved and upholstered with red leather, but remarkably comfortable.

  “You sit and relax—” Lili instructed, laying a hand lightly on his shoulder “—while we get the food ready. It’ll just be a moment or two.”

  In little more than that, the table was spread with a lunch the size of which Daniel had seldom seen outside an army mess hall. He’d expected Mexican food, but instead there was a huge casserole pan of lasagna, with hot cheese and tomato sauce bubbling on top, plus a crisp salad in a glass bowl, warm bread in a napkin-lined basket, sliced apples and pears on a silver plate…

  “This isn’t lunch,” he said when they joined him, the aunts on his left and Willa on his right. “It’s a banquet.” He looked at Willa. “Toby doesn’t get to eat?”

  “I took a plate to his room,” she said, her eyes on the salad she was serving herself. “He had fallen asleep. I guess he does have a cold.”

  “I thought he had a slight fever when I touched his forehead this morning.” Rosa shook her head. “But not enough to keep him in bed, I guess.”

  “Ten-year-old boys are pretty hard to tie down.” Daniel forked up a bite of the lasagna. “Wow. Delicious.”

  Rosa and Lili smiled at his appreciative groan. Willa took a deep breath and let it out slowly, finally allowing herself to relax a little. She’d been afraid, though of what, she wasn’t quite sure. She hadn’t really thought Daniel would try to—to sweep her off her feet in her own home, in front of her aunts and her child. Despite what they’d done…together…last night…she didn’t know him at all. But she believed she could trust him to behave in front of her family, at least.

  Maybe she didn’t trust herself?

  She dropped her fork at the thought, and everyone looked up as it clattered against the china plate. “Sorry,” she managed. “The lasagna is terrific, Lili. As always.”

  Focusing on her food again, she had to admit it was nice to have a man at the head of the table once more. Jamie had sat at the other end, nearest the kitchen, and Lili and Rosa had avoided putting Daniel in his seat. But the sheer size and presence of a strong, virile male made a difference in the room. A difference she had sorely missed.

  And wasn’t that just wonderful? Here she was, already putting Daniel Trent into her dead husband’s place. This was just what she’d hoped to avoid, warning him off. They didn’t need another man in their lives, stirring up hope in the kids, getting Lili and Rosa all flustered, making Willa herself wish for more of what she’d had last night. She’d simply have to resist any urge to get closer. How hard could that be?

  Looking up just as he smiled at Lili after yet another compliment, she got an inkling of exactly how hard, indeed. The man was a charmer. And she was far from immune.

  She couldn’t help noticing he made a good meal—two helpings of lasagna and salad, three pieces of bread and even seconds on the flan Rosa brought out for dessert. Willa, on the other hand, found her appetite had deserted her. Her plate returned to the kitchen with most of the food untouched.

  “That was quite a meal,” he commented as she walked him back to the front door. “Please be sure your aunts know how much I appreciate their efforts.”

  “I think you made it clear.” She opened the heavy door to the veranda and ushered him out ahead of her. “Anyway, they love having company. We haven’t seen many guests in the past couple of years.”

  Standing in the shade, he turned to look at her, his blue gaze serious, his face solemn. “I’m sorry, Willa. I know this wasn’t what you wanted.”

  She shook her head, then waved a hand in dismissal. “I’m the one who should apologize. I wasn’t…nice…this morning.”

  “I don’t expect you to be ‘nice.’ Honest is good.”

  “Okay, then.” She pulled in a deep breath and took the risk of meeting his eyes. “Last night can’t ever happen again. It wasn’t—wasn’t me. I can’t afford to be so irresponsible. And the kids—they’re still grieving—”

  Daniel held up a hand. “It’s okay. I get it.” He put his weight on t
he cane and pivoted toward his truck. Once on the other side of the hood, he looked at her again.

  “I’ll keep my distance from you and your family,” he promised. “You’ll have to come looking if you want to find me. And, Willa…” That sexy, inviting grin curved his lips. “I can guarantee last night won’t happen again—until you ask for it!”

  “I LIKE THAT YOUNG MAN.” Lili set a stack of dirty plates on the kitchen counter.

  “I do, too.” Rosa breathed in a lungful of steam as she filled the sink with soapy water. When they’d realized they would have a guest for lunch, they’d decided to use the second-best china, which had to be washed by hand. “He’s very handsome.”

  “Oh, yes. He reminds me of…” Lili shook her head. “I think he’ll be a good neighbor.”

  Rosa didn’t have to hear the rest of the sentence to know whom her sister was thinking about. “Willa seems doubtful. And very disturbed by him.”

  “That’s good, isn’t it?”

  “Could be. She’s barely aware of poor Sheriff Sutton, no matter how hard he tries. But…” Rosa shook her head. “Willa’s a stubborn one. Even if she couldn’t resist falling for Major Trent, I doubt she’d admit it, to herself or anybody else.”

  “Do you think he’s interested?”

  “Oh, yes. There was a smile in his eyes every time he glanced at her.”

  “Well, he’s our neighbor now, so I’m sure we’ll be seeing quite a bit of him. He’ll want Willa’s advice on hiring hands, to start with.”

  Rosa paused in the act of sponging off a plate and stared out the window over the sink for a moment. “He’ll need a foreman, too, won’t he?”

  “I expect so.” Lili put the leftover lasagna in the refrigerator. “He did say he hadn’t done much ranching.”

  “Yes. Yes, he did.” And she might know just the man for the job. Biting back a smile, Rosa looked down into the suds again. “I’m sure Willa could make getting his ranch going much easier for Major Trent, if she wanted to.”

  Drying the plate Rosa had just washed, Lili wrinkled her forehead in distress. “Why wouldn’t she want to?”

  “She may take a while to get used to the idea of another man in her life.” Rosa handed over the sparkling-clean fruit bowl and winked. “But when it comes to Major Trent, there’s three of us and only one of her.”

  Lili’s face cleared and she gave one of her delightful rippling laughs. “How true. Dear Willa doesn’t stand a chance!”

  Chapter Four

  The van delivering Daniel’s worldly possessions pulled into his driveway at nine o’clock Saturday morning. The Mercado kids arrived on horseback ten minutes later. They galloped up the road in a cloud of dust and slid to a stop on the bare dirt in front of the house. Toby sat on a sturdy brown-and-white horse with a friendly face. His sister—the image of her mother—rode a beautiful palomino with a dark gold coat and a cornsilk mane and tail, while the older boy seemed completely comfortable on his very tall, very black mount.

  “Hi,” Toby said, before sliding to the ground. “We came to help you move in. This is Robbie and Susannah. My horse is Patches. Suze rides Lustre, and Robbie’s horse is Tar.” He nodded toward his siblings. “We’ll put them in the corral.”

  “Wait a minute.” Daniel suppressed the smile he was feeling. “I don’t recall asking for help.”

  “We’re neighbors,” Susannah said. “That’s what we do.”

  He was pretty sure they hadn’t checked with their mother before heading his way. And he didn’t want to come between Willa and her children. “Well, you see those two big guys right there?” He waved his cane at the movers who were levering his new recliner out of the van. “They’ve got everything under control. I appreciate the offer, but I think you three had better head back to your house. You must have chores to do for your mom.”

  The shock and disappointment on their faces would have been comical, if he hadn’t felt like such a heel turning them away. Toby stood with his jaw hanging loose, as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard. “But—”

  “Come on, Toby.” Robbie, who looked the least like his mother, with bigger bones and a fuller face, wheeled his horse. “We’ve got work to do at home. We don’t have to stay where we’re not wanted.” He pressed his heels into the black horse’s sides and took off at a fast lope. With a glance back at Daniel, Susannah shrugged and followed.

  Toby threw his own disgusted look in Daniel’s direction, pulled himself into the saddle and kicked his pony to a gallop. Daniel watched in admiration and a little envy as they charged back down the hill. All three kids rode like they were part of the animal underneath them.

  That was why he was so shocked to see Toby’s horse buck several times, then rear straight up on its hind legs—not once, but twice. The second time, Toby fell off.

  Daniel heard one of the kids shout. By the time he had his truck backed out of the carport, he saw that Robbie and Susannah had returned to help their brother. A minute later, he stood beside Susannah as she knelt in the dirt with Toby. Robbie waited nearby, holding the three horses.

  “He’s knocked out,” Susannah said, a thread of panic edging her voice. “I don’t know what happened. He never falls.”

  Daniel mentally cursed his inability to get down on his knees. “Do cell phones work out here?” Susannah shook her head. He looked over at the older boy. “You have to go home and get your mother. If she can get a doctor to come, that’s a good idea.” The boy stared at him blankly. “Go on, Rob. Move it!”

  The military tone worked. Robbie managed to mount his horse while still holding the reins of the other two, and then set off down the road at a trot.

  “Now, let’s see what’s with Toby.” Daniel leaned as far as he could over the prone little boy. “Can you tell if he’s broken a bone?”

  Susannah felt up and down Toby’s limbs and shook her head. “Nothing feels weird.”

  “Run your fingers over his scalp, under his hair. Any cuts? Bleeding?”

  She did as instructed. If Daniel hadn’t been watching closely, he’d have missed the wince that passed across Toby’s face. Coupled with the good color in his cheeks and the even rise and fall of the boy’s chest, that flinch suggested to Daniel that they might be dealing with injuries more pretended than real.

  “Okay, then, let’s check his ribs.” Balancing on his cane, he reached down and tickled his fingers up and down Toby’s rib cage. The little boy made a really valiant effort…but in the end, he had to laugh.

  “Don’t! Stop,” he pleaded, giggling, and curled into a ball. “That—ouch!” The sudden gasp of pain was real. “It hurts!” He folded his arms over his midriff and opened his eyes. “Something really hurts.”

  “Show me where.” When Toby put his fingertips on his rib cage, Daniel nodded. “You may have cracked that rib, big guy. Do you feel okay, otherwise? Headache? Dizzy? How many fingers am I holding up?”

  “Three.”

  “Yep.” Daniel straightened up, ignoring the scream of his own muscles. “Let’s see if we can get you on your feet. Susannah, take his arm and I’ll take the other hand.” Carefully, they levered Toby to stand. “How’s that feel?”

  “Okay, ’cept I have this ache…” He curled his torso around his arms.

  “Come lie down in the back of my truck. We’ll wait for your mom and I can drive you down to your house or the doctor, whichever she wants.”

  Toby climbed gamely into the backseat of the truck and even agreed to lay his head on Susannah’s leg as she sat beside him.

  “What happened?” She brushed a fringe of black hair off her brother’s forehead. “What caused Patches to spook like that?”

  “I dunno.” Toby shrugged, then winced. “Maybe he saw a snake. A rattler, coiled up on the side of the road, ready to strike.”

  Susannah frowned. “I didn’t see a snake when I went by.”

  “That doesn’t mean there wasn’t one.”

  “But the other horses—”

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��Are stupid.” Toby shoved himself away from his sister. “I said I don’t know what happened.”

  “That’s okay.” Daniel touched Susannah’s shoulder lightly. “We won’t worry about why right now. You need to stay still, Toby. Lie back down.”

  But the boy had his lower lip stuck out and refused to relax. “Let’s just go home.”

  “No, we’ll get your mother here first.” At the sound of an approaching engine, Daniel glanced down the road. “There she is, now.”

  Willa dropped down from her truck and strode toward Daniel. “Is he hurt?” Her dark eyes were fierce with worry.

  “He might have cracked a rib. Otherwise, I think he’s okay.” He stepped back as she reached him, allowing her to peer into the backseat.

  “Toby, what have you done this time?”

  “Patches spooked and reared,” Susannah said. “He says it was a snake on the road, but I don’t believe him.” She slid out, and Willa took her place next to Toby.

  Robbie had come back with his mother, and he walked up while Willa talked to Toby. “Come on, Suze. Let’s get in the truck. Mom wants to take him into town to the doctor.”

  She rolled her eyes at him. “Can’t you be polite?” Then she looked at Daniel. “Thanks, Major Trent. I appreciate your help.”

  Daniel gave her a smile. “I’m glad I was close by.”

  Susannah smiled back and started to say something else, but Robbie grabbed her arm. “Come on.” With a jerk, he got her started toward Willa’s vehicle. She glanced back at Daniel and waved, before her brother urged her with both hands into the backseat. The door slammed shut. Despite the shadowed interior, Daniel saw the twins arguing.

  Willa backed out of his truck and looked over. “You might be right. He’ll need an X-ray, I guess.”

  “That’s a good idea.”

  “Thanks again for taking care of him.” Blowing out a deep breath, she tented her fingers against her lips for a moment. “I can’t imagine what happened, though. Patches has always been bomb-proof—he never spooks. I’ve been on him when a snake actually crossed his path. On the other hand, Toby usually sticks like a burr. He’s been riding his whole life.”