Teresa Southwick - The Rancher Who Took Her In

The program was a good one because he hired the best people to run it. His son was busy in a positive way and well supervised during the summer off from school. That meant Cabot could take care of business without worrying about him getting into trouble.

Earlier Ty had come in happy and excited after having dinner with the campers and said this year he was going to learn how to shoot a bow and arrow really good. That was a direct quote. And Kate was going to teach him. Why the heck would she know how? Maybe she’d had a class in college, but that would have been a while ago. Just showed Cabot how little he knew about the runaway bride.

He walked past the camp cabins, where he could see dim lights and hear quiet talking from inside. The crickets were louder than the kids, which told him the situation was normal. Moving on, he passed the cabin where Kate was staying and felt the same knot in his gut that he had every night when he forced himself not to look over and see if she was on the porch.

If he did and she was, the temptation to talk to her could be too much to resist. And if he didn’t resist, there was a better-than-even chance he would make a move on that spectacular mouth of hers and live to regret it.

No, ignoring her was the smartest play and that was what he did.

Cabot came to the end of the dirt path, where a patch of grass bordered the lake. The moon was nearly full tonight, and he spotted a lone, slender female figure at the water’s edge. Because the counselors were with kids and Caroline had gone home, he knew whom that body silhouetted against the moonlight belonged to.

Kate Scott.

Fate was putting another temptation in his path, but her back was to him. She didn’t know he was there, which meant slipping away quietly was an option. He started to turn and his boot scraped a rock, a small sound that echoed loudly in the quiet night.

She looked over her shoulder. “Cabot?”

So much for slipping away quietly.

“Evening, Kate.” He walked across the grass to stand beside her.

The sun had gone down. How was it possible that her lips looked even more appealing? Moonlight was sneaky that way.

“You’re on routine inspection?” No greeting and her tone was cool, clipped, as if there was a chip on her shoulder about something.

“Yeah. Everything’s quiet.”

“No three-legged dogs creating havoc or blind cats bumping into trees?”

“Not that I’ve seen.” Definitely a chip on her shoulder, and he had no idea what was on her mind.

“That’s a relief.”

He wasn’t going to bite. Staying neutral and unengaged. “Nice night.”

“Beautiful,” she said, glancing up at the stars. “The sky is like diamonds on black velvet.”

He followed her gaze. “Never thought about it like that, but could be.”

“Tell me something.”

“Okay,” he said, bracing himself.

“I can’t imagine ever taking all of this for granted. But I can’t help wondering. Does it ever get old?”

“What? The scenery?”

“It’s not just scenery. The lake. The mountains. Trees and flowers. Meadows. Everything.”

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