Janelle Denison - The Wedding Deal

The soft thump-thump of the apartment door closing brought Eden’s attention back to the window, where she saw Luke heading up to the main house. He’d left his hat behind, and the setting sun glinted off the raven hair still damp from a shower. The rebel-long strands were combed away from his face, making his features appear sharp and chiseled. His jaw was square, his cheekbones high, and he had the fullest, most sensual mouth she’d ever seen on a man. He wore a clean chambray shirt with the sleeves cuffed to reveal his strong, tanned forearms, a pair of jeans as faded as the ones he’d worn earlier, minus the dirt and grime, and the beige leather cowboy boots he wore when he wasn’t working.

As he neared, anticipation raced through her veins.

Smoothing a hand over the front of her casual dress, and quickly sifting her fingers through her just-washed, unbound hair, she grabbed two pot holders and pulled their dinner out of the oven just in time to save their meal. With her daughter at her sister’s for the night, she had all evening to sway Luke Bodene to her way of thinking.

A savory home-cooked meal for a man used to bland grub and the local diner’s greasy food was a good start.

In Luke’s vast experience over the past eight years, ranch owners summoned him after a long day’s work for one reason only, and that was to relieve him of his job upon discovering the less than sterling history that made him a high-risk employee. Considering his pretty lady-boss lived by herself, she had more reason than most to distrust him. Fear him, even. Especially if certain details of his past had been brought to her attention, which, judging by this after-hours trek he was making up to the main ranch house, he was guessing was the cause.

Resigned to the inevitable, Luke attempted to push aside old resentments, wondering why Eden hadn’t just issued him his walking papers when she’d seen him down in the barn earlier. Why prolong something that was bound to be frustrating for him, and awkward for her? He should have made it simple on the both of them and just packed up his belongings and moved on without putting either one of them through this unpleasant confrontation.

It still wasn’t too late for him to turn around and follow through with that plan. If she were a man, he wouldn’t have hesitated. But, Eden was a woman, and she deserved the courtesy and the security of knowing that he wasn’t leaving the Double L as a disgruntled employee; that he understood her reasons for letting him go, and there were no hard feelings on his part.

Just a weary acceptance of what his life had become.

Releasing a soul-deep sigh for the empty, lonely life he’d lived the past eight years, and for the solitary years to come, he climbed the stairs to the back kitchen entrance to the main house and knocked on the screen door.

“The door’s open, Luke,” Eden said from inside the house. “Come on in.”

Her voice was soft, feminine, and just as welcoming as her invitation for him to step inside her home—a place he’d never ventured before. Oh, there had been a few times over the past month that he’d stood at the screen door to relay a message or wait for her to come outside to take care of a problem on the ranch, but he’d never allowed himself to step past the barrier that was as much a physical obstruction as an emotional one. He found it difficult to breach that boundary even now. Passing over Eden’s threshold felt personal, especially when he found the woman too attractive and tempting for his peace of mind.

And if she planned to lay him off, he’d prefer she did so right where he stood so he could be on his way.

Appearing just on the other side of the screen door, she tilted her head curiously, causing her rich russet hair to flow over her shoulders. The light behind her touched the end of those strands in fiery gold.

“Hey, didn’t you hear me?” she asked lightly.

A startling rumble of awareness broadsided Luke as his gaze took in the transformed woman standing before him. For the most part he was used to seeing Eden in no-nonsense jeans and a blouse, with her hair in an efficient braid or ponytail. She’d showered and changed, and the pretty dress she wore made her look as spring-fresh as the tiny violet flowers printed on the material.

She wasn’t one of those petite, delicate types most men preferred. Luke wasn’t most men, and in his estimation Eden was all woman, as was evident in the way the rounded neckline and snug bodice of her dress displayed her full breasts and nicely rounded hips. She stood only a few inches under his six foot height, and her body was lush and curvy—offering the kind of warmth and softness a man could lose himself in for hours.

He couldn’t deny that she stirred his baser male instincts, though he’d never touch a respectable woman like her. Fantasies were a whole other issue, and his mind often strayed in the darkness of night to thoughts of Eden, and just how fiery and passionate she might be beneath that practical, sensible facade of hers.

“Luke?”

The amicable smile threw him off-kilter. Though he detected a hint of nervousness in her green eyes, it wasn’t the grim look he was accustomed to seeing when an employer discovered his disreputable past and decided to cut him loose.

Her mixed signals confused him, prompting caution. “Ms. Lowe, I don’t think it would be such a good idea if I came inside.” Whatever she needed to discuss with him, they could do it just as easily where they stood.

“I’m inviting you inside,” she insisted, and opened the screen door as if to prove her point. “And it would be rude of you to refuse.” Her voice was light and teasing.

He didn’t understand why she was being so insistent, but rather than argue, he reluctantly brushed past her and entered the kitchen. He caught that familiar floral scent that clung to her skin, and his gut tightened. And then a more savory aroma attacked his senses, nudging the appetite he’d suppressed since the two sandwiches he’d eaten for lunch.

He didn’t advance any farther than a few steps into the modest kitchen, but he could easily see the small oak dining table set for two—for her and her daughter, he assumed. The surface was laden with a virtual feast of fragrant pot roast, peeled and browned potatoes, fresh green beans in a butter sauce, and biscuits and gravy.

Much to his chagrin, his stomach growled at the sight of such a delicious banquet of food. Loudly. Fiercely. And there wasn’t a thing he could do about intercepting the announcement that he was starved.

She laughed, the husky, intimate sound igniting a slow heat in his veins. “I’m glad to hear you’re hungry. I was hoping you hadn’t eaten yet.”

Unable to help the perplexed frown that touched his brows, he watched her move to the counter and pick up a platter of cantaloupe sliced into juicy wedges. “Uh, no, ma’am, I haven’t.”

“Good.” Setting the fruit on the table, she turned to him with a beguiling smile no healthy, red-blooded male could resist. “Will you stay for supper?”

What the heck was going on? Was she offering him his last meal before sending him on his way? He scratched his temple, certain he’d misunderstood the whole scenario. “Excuse me, ma’am?”

“Please, call me Eden,” she insisted, the waver in her voice at odds with the determination in her eyes. “Right now, I’m not your boss, just a woman who invited you to join her for supper. No ‘Ms. Lowe’ or ‘ma’am’ allowed.” She gestured toward the table with a slender hand. “And I made plenty as you can tell. More than enough for just one.”

More than enough for just one? Which meant she was alone. They were alone. His boots remained grounded where he stood. “Where’s your daughter?”