Page 5 of Snow Kisses

A corner of Cade’s disciplined mouth turned up as hestudied her. “You don’t know the half of it. He begged me to let him nurse the older cows.”

“I can guess how far he got,” she said.

He didn’t laugh. “How long are you here for?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” she said, feeling nervous. “It depends.”

“I thought spring was your busiest time, miss model,” he said, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “When Melly told me you were coming, it surprised me.”

“I’m, uh, taking a break,” she supplied.

“Are you?” He shouldered away from the doorjamb. “Stay through roundup and I’ll fly you back to New York myself.”

He turned, and her eyes followed his broad-shouldered form as he walked into the hall and yelled for Calla.

“I hope you’ve got enough to feed the hands, too!” he called, his deep voice carrying through the house. “Jeb’s nighthawking with Hank!”

Jeb was the bunkhouse cook—some of the cowboys had homes on the ranch where they lived with their families, but there was a modern bunkhouse with a separate kitchen for the rest.

“Well, I’ll bet the boys are on their knees giving thanks for that!” Calla called back. “It’ll be a change for them, having decent food for one night!”

Cade chuckled deep in his throat as he climbed the stairs. Abby couldn’t help but watch him, remembering old times when she’d worshipped that broad back, that powerful body, with a schoolgirl’s innocent heart. How different her life might have been if Cade hadn’t refused her impulsive offer that long-ago night. Tears formed inher eyes and she turned away. Wishing wouldn’t make it so. But it was good to be back on Painted Ridge, all the same. She’d manage to keep out of Cade’s way, and perhaps Melly was right. Perhaps being home again would help her scars to heal.

Chapter Three

Abby might have planned to avoid him, but Cade seemed to have other ideas. She noticed his quiet, steady gaze over the dinner table and almost jumped when he spoke.

“How would you like to see the new calves?” he asked suddenly.

She lifted her eyes from her plate and stared at him, lost for an answer. “Isn’t it still snowing?” she asked helplessly.

“Sure,” he agreed. “But the trucks have chains. And the calving sheds are just south of here,” he reminded her.

Being alone with him was going to unnerve her—she knew it already—but she loved the sight of those woolly little creatures, so new to the world. And she liked beingwith Cade. She felt safe with him, protected. Despite the lingering apprehension, she wanted to go with him.

“Well?” he persisted.

She shrugged. “I would kind of like to see the calves,” she admitted with a tiny smile. She dropped her eyes back to her plate, blissfully unaware of the look Cade exchanged with Melly.

“We’ll have dessert when we get back,” Cade informed Calla, pushing back his chair.

Minutes later, riding along in the pickup and being bounced wildly in its warm interior, snow fluttering against the windshield, it was almost like old times.

“Warm enough, honey?” Cade asked.

“Like toast.” She wrapped the leather jacket he had loaned her even closer, loving its warmth. Cade was still wearing his shepherd’s coat, looking so masculine he’d have wowed them even at a convention of male models.

“Not much farther now,” he murmured, turning the truck off onto the farm road that led to the calving pens, where two cowboys in yellow slickers could be seen riding around the enclosures, heads bent against the wind.

“Poor devils,” she remarked, watching.

“The men or the heifers?” he asked.

“Both. All. It’s rough out there.” She balanced her hand against the cold dashboard as he stopped the truck and cut the engine at the side of the long shed. Cade was the perfect rancher, but his driving left a lot to be desired.

“Now I know how it feels to ride inside a concrete mixer,” she moaned.

“Don’t start that again,” Cade grumbled as he threw open the door. “You can always walk back,” he added with a dark glance.

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