Wild About A Texan. Jan Hudson

classes I’m teaching, and I’m enjoying my seminar with Dr. Bullock immensely—even though we have lots of reading to do. I just came from three hours in the library.”

      As Tessa refilled their glasses, a truck stopped in front of the house across the street. The name of a furniture store was scrolled across the side.

      “Looks like our new neighbors may be moving in soon,” Tessa said.

      “Um. Do you know who bought the house?”

      “No. Jenny and her friends are hoping that it’s a family with a ‘really fine’ son in her age range.”

      Jenny was the Jurneys’ thirteen-year-old. They also had a son, Bill, who was sixteen. Both were good kids. Part of Olivia’s deal for living in the apartment was to be close by for Jenny and Bill on evenings when the Jurneys went out or the occasional weekend when Tessa and Ed were out of town. Jenny and Bill were at that awkward age when they were too old for sitters and too young to be alone—especially for an entire weekend.

      A luxury car pulled to a stop behind the truck and a long-legged blonde got out and hurried up the walk of the Spanish-style home.

      “The owner, you think?” Olivia asked.

      Tessa shook her head. “Looks like a decorator to me, and I’d venture that no expense has been spared. I priced a chair at that furniture store last year. It cost more than Jenny’s braces. The braces won.”

      The two of them did some more speculating as the delivery men toted couches and tables and chairs up the front walk. In the two and a half weeks that Olivia had been living in Austin, the new-neighbor question had been an ongoing saga. The Sold sign went up the day after Olivia arrived, and there had been a parade of repairmen and plumbers and landscapers coming and going.

      It was a beautiful home, Olivia had thought with a tiny twinge of envy as she’d watched the painters apply a coat of warm cream to the stucco. She loved the red tile roof and the sprawling hacienda style with the walled courtyard. A beautiful home indeed, but her little apartment suited her just fine—and she was thankful to have it. Although it was furnished with castoffs as Tessa had warned, the rooms were really quite charming, especially after Olivia had done some painting and spent a couple of weekends scouting garage sales and resale shops. She’d actually enjoyed going “junking” as Tessa called it—and gotten some darned good bargains.

      She smiled at the notion of Michelle or Dani or any of her other chichi California pals buying used goods in someone’s garage or at a Goodwill shop. Olivia had come a long way from California, and she wouldn’t go back for anything. She much preferred the peacefulness of her life now—the friends she’d acquired since she left that life.

      “Something amusing?” Tessa asked.

      “I was just thinking about how much I like Austin—and going to garage sales. Want to go junking again tomorrow?”

      “Can’t. Jen has a soccer game that I promised to attend.”

      Another big truck stopped across the street.

      “Moving van,” Olivia said. “Looks like Jenny’s suspense will soon be over. I hope for her sake that a really fine guy is moving in.”

      Olivia was brushing her teeth Saturday morning when a knock came at her door. Probably Tessa, she thought. She rinsed and hurried to the door, wiping her hands on the seat of her shorts.

      Her heart stumbled when she opened the door. Jackson Crow leaned against the jamb, a big grin on his face and a cup dangling from his index finger.

      “Mornin’,” he said, tugging the brim of his straw cowboy hat.

      “What are you doing here?”

      He held out the cup. “Came to borrow a cup of sugar.”

      “Sugar? You came a long way for a cup of sugar. How did you find me?”

      “Irish gave me your address. A cute little redhead with braces told me you lived up here. Jenny, I think she said her name was. Say, is that coffee I smell? I’d give fifty dollars for a cup of coffee right now.”

      Olivia sighed. “Okay, come on in, but you can’t stay long. I’m going junking.”

      “Is that like slumming?”

      “Not even close.”

      He tossed his hat on the sofa and followed her to the kitchen alcove where she poured a mug of coffee for him. “Sugar? Cream?”

      “One sugar. No cream. Say, this is a nice place you’ve got here.”

      “Thanks. I like it.”

      “Cozy,” he said, standing so close that she could smell the faint scent of his aftershave.

      She tried to act casual, as if Jackson’s dropping in was an everyday occurrence, but she was so nervous that she spilled sugar all over the cabinet before she finally got a spoonful into the coffee. Why did he have to stand so close? She handed him the mug and stepped back. Unfortunately, the alcove was so small that she bumped into the stove and couldn’t retreat any further. His presence filled the compact area as he raised the mug to his mouth and swallowed.

      “Ah, that hits the spot. You make a great cup of coffee. You don’t happen to have any leftover eggs or a biscuit or something, do you?”

      “No,” she said, yanking open a cupboard, “but here’s a granola bar. You can take it with you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to leave.”

      “What’s the hurry?”

      “I told you that I was going junking. If I don’t hurry, all the good stuff will be gone before I get there.”

      “Get where?”

      Olivia sighed. “I’m going to hit several garage sales first. I have a list from the paper.”

      “Garage sales? Well, I’ll be darned. You don’t strike me as the type.” He stuck the granola bar in his pocket, refilled his mug with coffee and said, “Tell you what, I’ll go with you.” He started for the door, grabbing his hat on the way. “Which one do you want to hit first?”

      Olivia tried every way she could think of to dissuade Jackson from accompanying her, but he was unyielding. The last thing in the world she wanted was to spend the morning with Jackson Crow and his extraordinary smile.

      Well…not the last thing.

      Actually, her spirits had seemed remarkably high from the moment he’d arrived at her door. Just seeing a familiar face, she supposed. But spending time with him wasn’t wise. She wasn’t going to allow herself to get involved with Jackson. Thank goodness he lived several hours away.

      “Why are you here?” she asked as they walked down the steps of her apartment.

      “I came to see you—to borrow a cup of sugar.”

      She rolled her eyes. “No, I mean, why are you in Austin?”

      “Business.”

      “Shouldn’t you be tending to it?”

      He grinned as he slipped on his sunglasses. “It doesn’t start until Monday. I have the whole weekend free. Want me to drive?”

      “No, thank you. I’ll drive. You navigate.” She thrust the folded newspaper and map into his hands and jerked open her car door before he could play the gentleman.

      “We’re lost!” Olivia said.

      “Aw, naw. Why don’t you turn left right up here?”

      Fuming, she whipped into a convenience-store lot and jerked the newspaper and map from his hands. “We’re lost! I thought you were going to navigate.”

      “I told you that I was better at driving than navigating.”

      After studying their location and their destination on the map, she realized that they were several