Falling for the Cowboy. Mary Leo

brought me in here tonight?”

      “Tell me she didn’t—”

      “She did. A tofurkey.”

      “I’m sorry.”

      “Not a problem. It was better than her flourless cake for my birthday last year.”

      “Crazy as it seems, I now know how to make one. You don’t treat me right and I’ll bring one into the office.”

      Blake emptied his glass of wine and poured another then topped hers off. “Funny you should mention the office. There’s something I need to tell you.”

      “About Mrs. Abernathy?”

      “Who? No. This is something entirely different.”

      “Another rule you and Kitty left out?”

      “Not exactly.” He hated this kind of stuff.

      “If it’s about the cake, I promise not to bring one in, or anything else that’s even remotely good for you. But you realize my sister will probably outlive us both.”

      “I know. She’s a regular food doctor.”

      “Yeah.” Maggie sliced off another piece of steak. “But we’ll have so much more fun.”

      That brought on an actual giggle and Blake couldn’t help but notice how deep that dimple was in her left cheek, and how downright pretty her eyes were, and how her forehead wrinkled, and how he was thinking about what it might be like to kiss those full lips.

      He had it bad and he barely knew the woman.

      Blake forced himself to look at the line dancers in front of him. The place was jumping tonight, and for a Sunday that was a rare occasion. Briggs was gearing up for Spud Week and the harvest. Two things that put happy in everyone’s heart.

      The thought made him smile, and as he watched the couples kickin’ it up, he decided that as soon as Maggie gobbled down the last bite, he’d ask her to dance. One dance couldn’t hurt.

      Then he’d fire her.

      And just as he considered how he would accomplish these tasks, her cell phone chirped.

      “Excuse me,” she told him and took the call. In seconds her entire demeanor changed. “I’ll be right there.” She stood. Her napkin fell to the floor. She looked at Blake and her eyes went moist.

      He felt his stomach tighten. “What’s wrong?”

      “That was a nurse at Valley Hospital. Kitty’s been admitted. I have to go.”

      “I’ll drive you.”

      And before Blake could think of what this might mean, he and Maggie were in his pickup racing toward the hospital.