Teresa Southwick - From Maverick to Daddy

“Do you like hamburgers?” the little girl asked him.

“I can’t tell a lie. It’s one of my favorites.”

Double damn. That left her between a rock and a hard place. It was up to him now. “Would you like to come over for dinner?”

“Please say yes,” Lily begged.

He looked at her. “If it’s okay with your aunt, I’d like that a lot.”

What could she say? “It’s fine with me.”

Mallory was surprised he’d agreed, but had no illusions it had anything to do with her. He probably felt sorry for Lily and that was okay. It wasn’t smart, but she liked him, even more for not disappointing a little girl who’d already experienced more disappointment than any child should ever have to.

* * *

Caleb followed Mallory’s compact car until she turned onto Broomtail Road and pulled into the driveway on the corner, where he parked his truck at the curb in front of the house. It was dark green with white trim and must have been newly painted and renovated because this part of town had been flooded and badly damaged after the storm last summer.

He got out of the truck and walked up the cement path that bisected the grass all the way to the porch and front door. Mallory had unlocked it and Lily must have gone inside.

“So, this is your place.”

“Be it ever so humble... Please come in. Wait—” She stepped in front of him and he bumped into her, automatically taking her arms to steady her.

Also automatic was the instinct to pull her closer, lower his mouth to hers and kiss her until they were both breathless. With an effort, he pushed the thought away. “What?”

“Remember we weren’t planning on company. It’s usually neater than this, so don’t judge.”

“Heaven forbid.” He held up his hands in surrender to her terms. “Trust me, no one ever uses the words Caleb Dalton’s house and neat in the same sentence. You’ll get no judgment from me.”

But he could certainly judge how good she smelled and the softness of her skin, not to mention all the sexy curves that her navy crepe slacks revealed. And the silky blouse tucked into the waistband outlined her breasts in a very interesting way. The devil of it was that he was normally attracted to willowy women and she wasn’t one of them. And that was becoming a problem, because since meeting Mallory Franklin, there’d been nothing normal about his behavior.

Case in point: he was here.

Lily’s voice carried down the hall and got to them just before she did. “I found my book. It was under the bed.”

“I’m so glad.” Mallory set her purse and keys on a table by the door. “Caleb, would you excuse me? I’d like to change before cooking.”

“Sure.” He could use some distance from all the sensual vibes she didn’t even know she was giving off.

“Lily, you entertain Caleb. Offer him something to drink.”

“Okay. I’ll show him around.”

“That’s a great idea.” She disappeared down the hallway to the right, then there was the sound of a door closing.

“So, this is the living room.” Lily pointed to the room across the entryway. “That’s the dining room.”

Caleb sort of figured that, what with the cherrywood table, six matching chairs and a china cabinet. When Lily grabbed his hand to tug him along, there was no choice but to go.

Straight ahead was the family room with sofa and love seat covered in a sturdy green material. A flat-screen TV was mounted on the wall. The adjacent kitchen had white cabinets, black granite countertops and stainless-steel appliances.

“This is the kitchen and family room.”

“I’d never have guessed,” he teased.

“You have to see my room. Aunt Mallory let me pick out the colors and everything.”

He followed her down the hall, and across from the closed door was the girliest space he’d ever seen. Light purple walls, pink comforter and matching canopy and frilly pink lamp. White trim, door and shutters blunted the color, but not by a lot. The shock of all that pink nearly made him forget that just across the hall Mallory was taking her clothes off.

Lily looked up at him. “There’s another room with a computer, but it’s kind of boring. Would you like something to drink?”

“Yes.” He glanced once more at the closed door and knew he needed lots of ice to take his temperature down a couple notches.

He had a glass of iced tea in his hand when Mallory walked into the kitchen. The sexy sight of her barefoot in white shorts and a green tank top nearly blew the top of his head off. Her legs weren’t long, but they were really nice and would wrap just fine around a man’s waist.

He took a long swallow of his drink and waited for the blood to route back to his brain from where it was headed now south of his belt. “Nice place you’ve got here.”

She opened the refrigerator and glanced over her shoulder. “Thanks. After the flood, it was in bad shape and someone walked away, so I got it for a great price. It needed a lot of work, but I could see the potential.”

“My room is the best,” Lily said, sitting in one of the stools on the other side of the island.

“I’m glad you think so, ladybug. Can you set the table for three?”

“Okay.” She slid down from her tall stool.

Mallory set frozen hamburger patties, buns and all the trimmings on the granite-topped island beside where Caleb was standing.

The look she gave him was wry. “She likes pink.”

“I noticed.”

She separated the frozen patties. “It looks like a bottle of Pepto-Bismol exploded in there. I would never tell her that because the room makes her happy.”

“Making her happy is obviously important to you.”

“Her whole world was destroyed and I’m trying my best to put it back together.” She shrugged. “There was money from her parents’ estate and I thought using some for a house was a good investment in their daughter’s future. It’s a solid foundation for rebuilding her life. If lavender walls give her security, then that works for me. If she changes her mind and wants pink next week, I’ll hire painters.”

“That’s quite a commitment. Not just anyone would drop everything for a kid.”

Mallory watched the child put out place mats, plates, utensils and napkins. “She’s given me so much more than I have her. I love her more every day. She comes first.”

He’d figured that. Whoever Mallory let into her life would also be held to that standard. It was a lot of responsibility. Caleb wasn’t that guy and was pretty sure she knew it, but he could be her friend. And Lily’s.

“What can I do to help?” he asked.

She was cutting up tomato, lettuce and onion, arranging the slices on a plate. “Can you light the grill?”

“Hey, it’s me.” He grinned. “Fire good. How do you think we eat on the trail?”

“I’m guessing that has more to do with sticks and a match than propane,” she said wryly. “But if I had to guess, I’d say beef jerky and MREs—meals ready to eat.”

“That’s just crazy talk to trash my reputation. I respectfully request the opportunity to redeem it.”

She looked up, onion in one hand and knife in the other. “Just how will you do that?”

“Put me in charge of cooking the hamburgers. I promise not to let you down.”

“Really? Completely?”

“Yes. Requesting permission to season the patties and be in charge of cheese.”

“Wow.” Amusement brought out the gold flecks in her brown eyes. “You take hamburgers pretty seriously.”

“It’s beef, this is Montana, and I’m a rancher. Enough said.”

“Permission granted. Do I need to salute?”

“Just this once you get a pass.”

She smiled, then pulled a long-handled metal spatula from the drawer and put it on the platter with the patties and cheese. “I’ll make a salad and open a can of beans. The rest is up to you.”