Maverick Christmas. Joanna Wayne

where he was standing. She must know something about tending kids.

      “If you really want to thank me, you could do me a favor.”

      “What would that be?”

      “I’m kind of in a bind. I have an important meeting with the county prosecutor this afternoon, and my sitter can’t watch the boys. I’d be much obliged if you’d watch them for me for a couple of hours.”

      “Just for today?”

      “That’s all I’m asking.”

      “I suppose I could do that.”

      “I’ll pay you the going rate.”

      “No, that’s not necessary,” she said. “I’ll be repaying your favor.”

      “Where do you live?”

      “We’re renting the foreman’s cabin on Buck Miller’s ranch.”

      “So your husband works for Buck?”

      “No. I’ll take the boys home with me after school if you’d like. You can pick them up at my house when you’ve finished your meeting.”

      “Sounds like a deal.”

      She nodded and dropped her gear into Drive. The second he stepped away from the car, she revved the engine and pulled back onto the highway.

      There was something about her that bothered him. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but something all the same. He figured her for a socialite, a woman used to getting her way. He’d been around enough of those in his younger days to recognize them a mile away.

      Not that she was a snob. Refined was probably the better word. And she didn’t seem that fond of cold weather for a lady who’d just moved from the South to Montana for a change in scenery.

      He’d give Buck’s wife a call and he’d stop and see Mrs. Larkey, as well. Unless they gave her a glowing recommendation, he’d just have to cancel the meeting with the D.A. The meeting was important, but the boys came first. He might not be the best of fathers, but he loved them like crazy. That had to count for something.

      CHRYSIE WAS DOWN on her hands and knees scrubbing the old wooden floors with a vengeance when she heard the knock at the door. Apprehension hit as always, sending her pulse racing and her insides rolling. She jumped to her feet and ran to the window, not breathing easy until she spotted Evelyn Miller at the door.

      She peeled the yellow rubber gloves from her hands and dropped them near the bucket of soapy water. It took several seconds to unlatch the triple security locks she’d installed herself and open the door.

      “I was making us a rhubarb pie for dessert,” Evelyn said, smiling broadly. “So I made one for you and the girls, too.”

      “That was thoughtful.”

      “No more trouble to make two than one.” Evelyn handed her the pie. “You sure have this place sparkling. It hasn’t been this clean since Buck and the hands built it some thirty years ago.”

      “I’ve enjoyed working on it.” Strangely that was the truth. Other than run the vacuum cleaner, she’d never done any heavy housework. But this was the closest thing she’d had to a real house since she’d lived in Houston. And that was only because the Millers had rented it to her for less than she’d paid for that crummy apartment they’d lived in before settling in Montana.

      Evelyn straightened the stained apron that puckered around her plump waist and broad hips. She was short, probably no more than a couple of inches over five feet, big-boned, with more than ample breasts that drooped nearly to her waist and short brown hair that frizzed about her reddened cheeks. But her genuine smile and dancing eyes radiated warmth.

      “I’d ask you to sit down and visit a while,” Chrysie said, “but I need to get this scrubbing finished before I have to pick up the girls.” Chrysie made sure she was always early to pick them up, Mandy first from the preschool class at the Methodist church next door to the school, then Jenny from kindergarten.

      “You go right ahead. I’ll just visit with you while you work.”

      Not exactly what Chrysie wanted to hear, but there wasn’t a lot she could do about it. Not that Evelyn wasn’t nice or that Chrysie couldn’t use a little adult female company, but making friends always led to questions. And questions led to lies.

      “Most of the ranchers don’t bother with preschool for their kids. It’s just too much hassle driving into town every day.”

      “Mandy only goes three days a week, and I like for her to have some social interaction with peers.” But this was the first time she’d ever enrolled either of them in anything that kept them out of her sight for any stretch of time. She was still very uneasy with it.

      “You must have met the sheriff on one of your trips into town.”

      Chrysie’s breath caught, and she turned away so Evelyn wouldn’t see that the comment had caught her off guard. “How do you know that?”

      “He called this morning asking about you. I think he might have taken a liking to you. You’re the best-looking woman around here, and that’s for sure.”

      “What did he ask?”

      “He just wanted to know what I thought of you.”

      “What did you tell him?”

      “That you were a real nice lady and a great mom.”

      “Was that it?”

      “Pretty much. But I think he might come a-calling.”

      “He’s only interested in my qualifications as a babysitter. I’ve offered to fill in for his regular sitter this afternoon.”

      Chrysie put on the gloves again and dropped to her knees. She’d have to work fast to finish this before she had to shower and leave for town. Buying the new battery had eaten up most of the morning and a chunk of her remaining cash.

      She could probably make it through the winter on what she’d saved if they didn’t have too many emergencies, but she’d have to find at least part-time work by spring. Spring in Montana would be nice, but she never counted on being anywhere that long.

      Evelyn sashayed around the edges of the damp floor. “The sheriff is a bachelor, you know. And those kids of his sure need a mother.”

      “What happened to theirs?”

      “No one really knows. He left here last year and came back with two sons and a new last name. He didn’t do a lot of explaining.”

      “And no one asked?”

      “No. That’s the way it is up here. A man’s business is his own.”

      Hopefully that worked for women, as well.

      “Sheriff asked about your husband. I told him you were a widow. That is what you said, isn’t it? That your husband was dead?”

      Chrysie nodded. That was the one thing she hadn’t lied about.

      “I should get Buck to paint this place for you. The hands aren’t all that busy in the winter. He could probably spare a couple of them for a day or two.”

      “That would be great.” Chrysie looked up from the floor and stared at the dingy walls. “A yellow would really brighten up the house, maybe the color of daffodils.”

      “Walls like a spring daffodil?” Evelyn looked around as if seeing the house for the first time. “I was thinking white, but yellow might be nice. Come to think of it, my kitchen could use some brightening, too.”

      Evelyn stayed a few more minutes, then walked over to the door to let herself out. “You sure have yourself locked in here.”

      “I like to feel safe, especially for the girls.”

      “There’s no