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her head, surprised to see him because he’d ridden out minutes ago. He was carrying another small calf, but this one looked worse than the younger ones did.

      “He’s very thin,” she commented.

      “He’s got scours.” He laid the calf down next to her. “Harry, fix another bottle.”

      “Coming up, boss.”

      Amanda touched the wiry little head with its rough hide. “He’s not in good shape,” she murmured quietly.

      Quinn saw the concern on her face and was surprised by it. He shouldn’t have been, he reasoned. Why would she have come with Elliot in the middle of the night to nurse a man she didn’t even like, if she wasn’t a kind woman?

      “He probably won’t make it,” he agreed, his dark eyes searching hers. “He’d been out there by himself for a long time. It’s a big property, and he’s a very small calf,” he defended when she gave him a meaningful look. “It wouldn’t be the first time we missed one, I’m sorry to say.”

      “I know.” She looked up as Harry produced a third bottle, and her hand reached for it just as Quinn’s did. She released it, feeling odd little tingles at the brief contact with his lean, sure hand.

      “Here goes,” he murmured curtly. He reached under the calf’s chin and pulled its mouth up to slide the nipple in. The calf could barely nurse, but after a minute it seemed to rally and then it fed hungrily.

      “Thank goodness,” Amanda murmured. She smiled at Quinn, and his eyes flashed as they met hers, searching, dark, full of secrets. They narrowed and then abruptly fell to her soft mouth, where they lingered with a kind of questioning irritation, as if he wanted very much to kiss her and hated himself for it. Her heart leaped at the knowledge. She seemed to have a new, built-in insight about this stand~ offish man, and she didn’t understand either it or her attitude toward him. He was domineering and hardheaded and unpredictable and she should have disliked him. But she sensed a sensitivity in him that touched her heart. She wanted to get to know him.

      “I can do this,” he said curtly. “Why don’t you go inside?”

      She was getting to him, she thought with fascination. He was interested in her, but he didn’t want to be. She watched the way he avoided looking directly at her again, the angry glance of his eyes.

      Well, it certainly wouldn’t do any good to make him furious at her, especially when she was going to be his unwanted houseguest for several more days, from the look of the weather.

      “Okay,” she said, giving in. She got to her feet slowly. “I’ll see if I can find something to do.”

      “Harry might like some company while he works in the kitchen. Wouldn’t you, Harry?” he added, giving the older man a look that said he’d damned sure better like some company.

      “Of course I would, boss,” Harry agreed instantly.

      Amanda pushed her hands into her pockets with a last glance at the calves. She smiled down at them. “Can I help feed them while I’m here?” she asked gently.

      “If you want to,” Quinn said readily, but without looking up.

      “Thanks.” She hesitated, but he made her feel shy and tongue-tied. She turned away nervously and walked back to the house.

      Since Harry had the kitchen well in hand, she volunteered to iron some of Quinn’s cotton shirts. Harry had the ironing board set up, but not the iron, so she went into the closet and produced one. It looked old, but maybe it would do, except that it seemed to have a lot of something caked on it.

      She’d just started to plug it in when Harry came into the room and gasped.

      “Not that one!” he exclaimed, gently taking it away from her. “That’s Quinn’s!”

      She opened her mouth to make a remark, when Harry started chuckling.

      “It’s for his skis,” he explained patiently.

      She nodded. “Right. He irons his skis. I can see that.”

      “He does. Don’t you know anything about skiing?”

      “Well, you get behind a speedboat with them on…”

      “Not waterskiing. Snow skiing,” he emphasized.

      She shrugged. “I come from southern Mississippi.” She grinned at him. “We don’t do much business in snow, you see.”

      “Sorry. Well, Quinn was an Olympic contender in giant slalom when he was in his late teens and early twenties. He would have made the team, but he got married and Elliot was on the way, so he gave it up. He still gets in plenty of practice,” he added, shuddering. “On old Ironside peak, too. Nobody, but nobody, skis it except Quinn and a couple of other experts from Larry’s Lodge over in Jackson Hole.”

      “I haven’t seen that one on a map…” she began, because she’d done plenty of map reading before she came here.

      “Oh, that isn’t its official name, it’s what Quinn calls it.” He grinned. “Anyway, Quinn uses this iron to put wax on the bottom of his skis. Don’t feel bad, I didn’t know any better, either, at first, and I waxed a couple of shirts. Here’s the right iron.”

      He handed it to her, and she plugged it in and got started. The elusive Mr. Sutton had hidden qualities, it seemed. She’d watched the winter Olympics every four years on television, and downhill skiing fascinated her. But it seemed to Amanda that giant slalom called for a kind of reckless skill and speed that would require ruthlessness and single-minded determination. Considering that, it wasn’t at all surprising to her that Quinn Sutton had been good at it.

       Chapter Three

      Amanda helped Harry do dishes and start a load of clothes in the washer. But when she took them out of the dryer, she discovered that several of Quinn’s shirts were missing buttons and had loose seams.

      Harry produced a needle and some thread, and Amanda set to work mending them. It gave her something to do while she watched a years-old police drama on television.

      Quinn came in with Elliot a few hours later.

      “Boy, the snow’s bad,” Elliot remarked as he rubbed his hands in front of the fire Harry had lit in the big stone fireplace. “Dad had to bring the sled out to get me, because the bus couldn’t get off the main highway.”

      “Speaking of the sled,” Amanda said, glancing at Quinn, “I’ve got to have a few things from the cabin. I’m really sorry, but I’m limited to what I’m wearing….”

      “I’ll run you down right now, before I go out again.”

      She put the mending aside. “I’ll get my coat.”

      “Elliot, you can come, too. Put your coat back on,” Quinn said unexpectedly, ignoring his son’s surprised glance.

      Amanda didn’t look at him, but she understood why he wanted Elliot along. She made Quinn nervous. He was attracted to her and he was going to fight it to the bitter end. She wondered why he considered her such a threat.

      He paused to pick up the shirt she’d been working on, and his expression got even harder as he glared at her. “You don’t need to do that kind of thing,” he said curtly.

      “I’ve got to earn my keep somehow.” She sighed. “I can feed the calves and help with the housework, at least. I’m not used to sitting around doing nothing,” she added. “It makes me nervous.”

      He hesitated. An odd look rippled over his face as he studied the neat stitches in his shirtsleeve where the rip had been. He held it for a minute before he laid it gently back on the sofa. He didn’t look at Amanda as he led the way out the door.

      It

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