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      “You mean of the house?” Chloe asked, looking down at the baby in her arms.

      Sydney, to her surprise, had fallen asleep. Chloe had been so taken with the handsome cowboy, she hadn’t even realized. Nor did she realize the pain in her shoulder till now. She didn’t want to take a chance on waking the baby up, but on the other hand, she would really welcome the opportunity to set Sydney down in her crib.

      “Well, the house to start with,” Roger said, answering her question. “And then the rest of the ranch. I could take you two on a quick tour in my truck,” he added in case they were worried about missing Graham when he and his wife returned.

      Chloe looked down at the baby. “I don’t want to risk waking Sydney up.”

      Roger looked as if he suddenly realized the position that Chloe was in.

      “I guess I completely forgot about making you hold that little one,” he confessed, embarrassed. He looked at Chance.

      “It’s up to you, Chloe,” he said. “If you don’t feel comfortable about waking that little baby, we can stay right here and wait for Graham and his missus. I don’t need special entertaining,” he went on to tell her as he smiled. “I’m just fine the way I am.”

      You certainly are, Chloe thought.

      The next minute, ashamed of herself, feeling guilty at being so flippant about Donnie’s memory, she admonished herself for thinking that way. She really had to get hold of herself. What was wrong with her? This wasn’t like her at all.

      “I don’t want to keep you from seeing the ranch,” she protested, ready to wave Chance and Roger off on their way.

      “If I get the job, I’ll be seeing it soon enough,” Chance told her. “And if I don’t get the job, well then, there’s really no point in taking a tour around the place, now is there?”

      Roger looked a little perplexed as he listened to the exchange between the two younger people. Lifting his somewhat sloping shoulders, he shrugged and then let them fall again.

      “Suit yourselves,” he told them. “But meanwhile, I can show you where Sydney’s room is so you can at least put her down in her crib. That way you can see if you can still move your arms.” Turning, Roger beckoned for her to follow. “It’s this way, Chloe.”

      She saw no reason not to do that, as long as she could hear the baby if she started crying again. She was fairly confident that there had to be a baby monitor in Sydney’s room.

      Feeling a sense of relief that she’d at least be away from Chance for a minute or two—enough time to break whatever spell he’d seemed to cast over her—Chloe happily fell into step behind Sasha’s uncle.

      “Guess I might as well come, too,” Chance said to them. “No sense in standing around, talking to myself.”

      Oh, joy. Just what she needed. More of the handsome cowboy.

Chapter Three

      Chloe eased the baby ever so slowly into the crib. She held her breath the entire time until she was able to successfully withdraw her hands from around the baby’s little body.

      Sydney made a little noise, then sighed before settling back to sleep.

      Success! Chloe silently congratulated herself.

      She took a step back and almost gasped as she bumped up right against Chance.

      “Oh, sorry,” he whispered, immediately moving aside. He wasn’t sure if he was apologizing for being in her way or for feeling that sudden zip of electricity surging through his body when it made contact with hers. Granted the contact wasn’t of the intimate variety that he was normally accustomed to, but there was still just enough to get him going.

      Chloe instantly turned around and nearly caused another, far more dead-on collision between them. At the very last minute, because Chance had moved back so quickly, the one-on-one collision between their two bodies was avoided.

      She wasn’t really sure if she was relieved—or perhaps just a little disappointed.

      Again? What is the matter with you? she silently demanded.

      Yes, the man was attractive, she acknowledged, but lots of men were attractive and she hadn’t been drawn to them. So why was this man, this cowboy, different from the others?

      He’s not. Get a grip, Chloe, she ordered herself angrily.

      “Um, that’s okay.” She flushed, absolving him of any guilt in what had just transpired. “I shouldn’t have moved so suddenly.” She looked down at the sleeping infant. “I just didn’t want to take a chance on saying something too loud and waking up the baby.”

      Since the room was relatively small, Roger had kept back, standing almost out in the hallway. He peered in now at the sleeping infant.

      “She sure is a pretty little thing, ain’t she?” The whispered rhetorical question was steeped in complete admiration. And then he looked from Chance to Chloe. “You got any kids?” he asked Chance.

      The cowboy looked surprised by the question. “No.”

      “You already told me that you don’t have any,” Roger said to Chloe. And then he laughed to himself, as if he knew something they weren’t privy to yet. “Well, you two are young yet. You’ve got time.”

      Time—that was what Donnie had thought. They had time. Time to be together, time to enjoy one another before they took that step to become parents. Again she wished with all her heart she had insisted on getting pregnant before he had left for overseas. At least she would have had Donnie’s child to hold in her arms instead of all that emptiness that he left behind.

      “But once you’ve got ’em,” Roger was saying, “there’s just nothing like it in the world. Makes you realize just what you were put down here on earth for, what makes everything else all worthwhile.” Rousing himself, he beckoned them out into the hallway. “C’mon, we’d better slip out before I forget myself and start talking loud again.”

      Roger put a hand on each of their shoulders—he had to stretch in order to reach Chance’s—and he guided them both out ahead of him.

      The hallway was too narrow to accommodate all three of them. Roger fell behind them again.

      As she and Chance fell in step beside each other, he glanced her way. “You want kids?” he asked her out of the blue as they made their way back down the stairs ahead of their unofficial escort.

      “Right now, I just want a job,” she told him honestly. The next second, she realized that he might think she was trying to guilt him out of competing for the position he was here for. “I mean, if I turn out to be more qualified for it. But if it turns out that you are, well then, I’ll just have to keep on looking for something,” she concluded.

      Chance caught himself studying her. Something just wasn’t adding up for him.

      “Just how much do you know about ranching?” he finally asked her.

      Reaching the bottom of the stairs, she stared at him, confused. Why would he ask her such a strange question? “Not much. Why?”

      Something’s really not adding up, Chance told himself. “Well, because that’s the job I’m here about. The one I’m interviewing for. Graham wanted someone to run the ranch. Someone who was good with horses,” he finally said when she just kept looking at him.

      “Run the ranch?” Chloe repeated, confused. She’d gotten the impression from Graham that she and Chance were here about the same job. She looked at him now. “You’re here about ranching?”

      “Funny, I thought I just said that,” Chance answered. Judging by the expression on her face, she wasn’t here to apply for that job the way she’d made it sound earlier. “What are you

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