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no real attention brought to him.

      But she couldn’t let it go. She had to thank him, to give him credit where credit was so richly deserved.

      If not for Cole, the only family she’d have at this very moment would be a five-year-old.

      “He also said that if it wasn’t for you practically lifting the cab of the truck single-handedly and dragging Wayne out of the mangled vehicle, my brother—” her throat went dry as she pushed on “—would have been burned to death when that old truck of Dad’s suddenly caught fire.”

      Again, Cole shrugged. And this time, he looked away. He found it easier to talk if he wasn’t looking at her face. Wasn’t fighting off feelings that were supposed to be dead by now.

      “I didn’t do anything that anyone else wouldn’t do,” he told her.

      “Maybe so,” Ronnie allowed, even though she sincerely doubted that many men would have rushed in to do what he’d done when faced with the definite possibility of their own death. Good people though they were in Redemption, not everyone was that brave or that selfless. “But I still want to thank you for saving my brother’s life. And saving my dad.”

      Cole shoved his hands into his back pockets and stared at leaves chasing one another in a circle along the street.

      “Just part of the job,” he told her.

      They’d stopped walking and were standing before what, in his estimation, was undoubtedly a very expensive and utterly impractical vehicle. It was a late-model black sedan, a Mercedes, far more suited to a metropolitan area than a town that still shared its streets with horses from the surrounding ranches on occasion.

      She had changed, he thought. The old Ronnie would have been the first to point out how impractical and out of place a car like that was. Was she trying to impress him and show him how very successful she’d become in her new life?

      He didn’t measure success the same way she did. Something else they didn’t have in common anymore, he thought.

      “You renting that?” he asked her, curious. If so, she had to have gotten it somewhere other than in Redemption. The town’s one rental agency was run by the town car mechanic and he sincerely doubted that Hank Wilson had a car like that in his possession.

      “No, it’s mine,” she told him. She suddenly felt self-conscious about owning the car and told herself she was being needlessly uncomfortable. The car was reliable and she liked it. That it was also out of place here wasn’t her concern. She wasn’t about to feel guilty because she’d made something of herself. “I had a few things to bring with me,” she went on to explain, “so I drove here.”

      She saw his mouth curve ever so slightly. There was a hint of a smile on his lips that she couldn’t begin to fathom.

      It was official, Ronnie decided. She was on the outside, looking in. And it was by her own design.

      So why did it feel so lousy?

       Chapter Three

      “You drove here,” Cole said, repeating what she had just stated.

      “Yes.”

      Ronnie said she’d just learned about the accident two days ago. That meant she had to have left almost immediately after that. No matter what else she was, the woman still had the ability to amaze him.

      “All, what? Six, seven hundred miles from Seattle to here?” he asked.

      “Five hundred and ninety three,” Ronnie corrected tersely.

      “Oh, five hundred and ninety three,” he echoed, as if enlightened. “Big difference. And I suppose that you drove straight through.”

      The tone of his voice hadn’t changed, but she could swear he was mocking her. Ronnie raised her chin, bracing herself. Waiting for a challenge or a careless statement tossed her way, which would, to her, amount to fighting words. “Yes, I did.”

      Cole’s eyes held hers, as if he was looking directly into her head. “No breaks?”

      Of course there had been breaks. She wasn’t a robot. Besides, she hadn’t taken the trip alone. But then, he didn’t know that, she reminded herself.

      “Well, I had to stop to eat a couple of times,” she told him, then decided she wanted to know what he was up to. “Why?”

      “No reason,” he said a tad too innocently. “Just guess some things never change.” Ronnie had been stubborn as a kid and she was still just as stubborn now. Maybe even more so.

      Don’t go all nostalgic on her now, Cole warned himself. So she drove like a maniac to get to her father. This doesn’t change the fact that she didn’t even try to get in contact with you to say she was sorry. Hell, she’s not even saying it now. Time to give up on this and move on with your life.

      As if he could.

      There was something about Cole’s mouth when it quirked that way …

      Belatedly, Ronnie realized that her breath had backed up in her throat. Clearing it, she began to move away. “Um, I’d better be getting back. My dad’s going to be wondering what happened to me.”

      Aiming her keychain at her car, she pressed the button. The vehicle emitted a high-pitched noise and winked its lights flirtatiously as all four of its locks stood up at attention.

      Cole glanced at the dark car, unimpressed. “He’d probably think that fancy car of yours broke down somewhere.”

      Ronnie narrowed her eyes. Well, he wasn’t going to make her feel guilty because she’d bought a car that she had secretly fantasized about ever since she’d hit her early teens.

      With a toss of her head, she informed him, “It’s a very reliable car.”

      His mouth quirked again, this time a half smile gracing his lips. It was obvious he didn’t believe her. “If you say so.”

      “I say so,” she retorted as she slid in behind the car’s steering wheel. Yanking the door to her, she shut it. Hard.

      She knew she had to go before she found herself suddenly caught up in an argument with Cole. It was all too easy to do, and the last time that had happened, Christopher came along nine months later.

      Christopher. The little boy was the absolute light of her life.

      After pulling away from the curb, she glanced in the rearview mirror. Cole was still standing there, in the street, arms crossed before him, and watching her drive away.

      God, the man was just too handsome for her own good.

       And when he finds out you never told him about Christopher, he’s going to be one hell of an angry man.

      No way around that, Ronnie told herself, sighing as she drove back to her father’s ranch.

      Think about it later, she ordered herself. Right now, she needed to touch base with both her father and her son before she drove down to Helena to see Wayne in the hospital. She had too much to do to let herself get bogged down in her thoughts of what could have been and what, in actuality, really was.

      One final glance in her rearview mirror, one last glimpse of Cole, and then she focused her eyes and her attention on the road before her.

      But her mind insisted on remaining stuck in first gear. With Cole. And their son.

      There were a lot of reasons why, six years ago, she hadn’t told Cole she was pregnant with his baby. Right now, she was damn sure that he wouldn’t accept any of them, but that didn’t change anything. Certainly didn’t change the fact that she knew she was right in doing what she had.

      She knew Cole, knew how honorable he was, and how very, very stubborn he could be. If she’d told him about the baby, he would have insisted on marrying her and at the time, marriage hadn’t been

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