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a tight smile and took the bowl from her. She returned his smile in the same vein. It was as if she were taunting his determination to keep a careful distance.

      She should have been inside his head last night. She might not be so smug if she knew the erotic thoughts that had run through his dreams, all of them about her and him.

      “Good, huh, Dad?”

      Jess relaxed somewhat when Jeremy broke the dangerous trend of thought with his innocent question. “Delicious.”

      “I cooked the one you’re eating. Kate showed me how.”

      “Well, that was…neighborly.”

      He caught the smile she held back, and realized she knew he was fighting a totally irrational fury as well as an equally irrational attraction. He cursed silently, letting the bitterness flow, wanting it to drown the need this woman aroused, which he didn’t understand.

      She was just a woman with gorgeous eyes that made him think of things he hadn’t let himself think on in years. He glanced around the yard, the garden, the supper the three of them were sharing in the warmth of the last rays of the sun. To an outsider he was sure they looked like the ideal family. Mom and dad and sonny makes three.

      He had once wanted those very things, had dreamed of them, yearned for them, worked at making his life fit that ideal. That was when he’d been a stupid kid, one who thought he could make the world right. He knew better.

      Kate and Jeremy were discussing the big ones that got away and arguing over whose had been the largest. He felt the pull of her deep within, in that place where he allowed no one.

      No one.

      He didn’t want any interference in his life, not at this stage of the game. He had all he needed to contend with at present, thank you very much.

      Not that fate had ever cared much about his wishes.

      Chapter Three

      Kate heard the truck engine stop. Jeremy, turning the compost heap, looked up, too.

      “That must be Dad.”

      “Uh-huh.” She continued pulling weeds out of the row of lettuce while wondering about the detective’s trips. After four days of sleeping and lounging around, he had started leaving the ranch each morning at nine and returning around noon. This was the third day in a row for this behavior. She realized it was Thursday, and her guests had been in residence for a week.

      And she was certainly no closer to knowing more about them. She refrained from questioning the son. It seemed sneaky.

      For the past couple of days, the boy, instead of watching television, had taken to helping her in the garden while his father was gone. In the afternoons the two males fished or rowed around the lake in the john boat she and Jeremy had moved from the barn at the big house down to the lake at Megan’s urging. Her cousin had invited Jeremy to come up and ride with her when he felt like it.

      Kate thought he was too bashful to go alone, but she hadn’t volunteered to accompany him. Jess didn’t seem to like seeing his son with her.

      She felt the disapproving stare before she turned and met his eyes. Again she was reminded of shadows in a forest, deep green and filled with mysteries she knew nothing of.

      “Hi,” she called out brightly, putting dazzle in her smile just because his expression was so dour.

      He nodded. “Jeremy, I brought you a couple of burgers and some fries. You’d better eat while they’re still warm. The bag is in the truck.”

      Jeremy leaned the shovel against the shed and loped off, casting a thanks to his father over his shoulder. Kate picked up the mound of weeds and tossed them on the compost heap. She realized she was hungry, too.

      “Food sounds good. I ate a light breakfast.”

      “You don’t need to skimp on food. You aren’t fat,” he said, his gaze harsh as he looked her over.

      “I didn’t mean to indicate I was dieting.”

      He raised one eyebrow as if questioning just what she did mean.

      “What have I done to make you so disapproving?” she asked out of the blue, not realizing, until she spoke the words, how much his attitude irked her. “You look at me as if I’m a gangster who got off on a technicality.”

      He shrugged. One hand rested on his right hip. He shifted his weight to that leg and rested the left one while he continued to peruse her old work shirt and the jeans which were out at the knees and full of holes elsewhere.

      “Stay away from my son,” he said finally and turned his back on her, limping as he headed toward the apartment.

      “What?” she said in disbelief. She jumped across three rows of vegetables, caught up with him and grabbed his arm. “Just what the heck did you mean by that?”

      He rounded on her. “I mean neither I nor my kid needs you. We don’t need nurturing—”

      “Maybe you don’t, but he does.”

      “We’ll be gone as soon as I…” He stopped and eyed her with distaste. “By the end of the month,” he finished. “There’s no use in building attachments that won’t mean a damned thing.”

      “You don’t want your son to have friends?” she demanded, incredulous at the idea. “Is that what you’re saying? You leave him here alone day after day and think he doesn’t need someone to talk to?”

      A faint flush spread over his neck. “Staying here is his choice. As far as socializing goes, there’s no point in it, not with you or anyone here. We won’t be here that long.” He moved his arm, dislodging her grip.

      “Maybe you don’t need friends, but he does.”

      At his derisive snort, a devil took hold of her tongue. “Maybe he and Megan and I will become friends for life. Maybe he’ll come visit us in the summer—”

      She got no further. He gripped her collar as if she were a suspect being brought to justice and yanked her on her toes until they were within kissing distance. But that wasn’t on his mind. He looked dangerous, threatening.

      “If any of you does anything to hurt that boy, I’ll be all over you like a case of hives, you got that?”

      She nodded slowly.

      Jess saw fear flicker through her eyes before she tossed her head and flashed him an insolent smile.

      “That was real original,” she drawled. “Something from an old detective movie you watched on TV this week?”

      He had to give her credit for holding her ground, but that crack about his son needing friends got to him. He didn’t want Jeremy facing the same disappointments in life he had.

      “I don’t want any expectations built up in the kid that won’t be met. Life is tough enough for the young.”

      “The way it was for you?”

      He cursed at the pity in her eyes even as he felt like crawling into those blue depths and drowning in the promise of fulfillment there. Damn. He didn’t know what was wrong with him. She made him think of things…well, he knew better.

      Life held no surprises for him, good or bad. It served up the usual fare. He didn’t want his son to expect too much, then have his heart broken by lies and promises not kept.

      “Just leave me and mine alone,” he reiterated and pushed away from her before he forgot the anger and yielded to the demands of his flesh. Need was in him, mixing with the pain of each step, driving him to fury….

      He sighed and wiped the sweat from his face. Life had taken another swipe at him. He wanted Kate Mulholland with every fiber of his being. He wondered if she felt the same.

      What the hell was he thinking?

      Women. They made

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