The Texas Rancher's Family. Cathy Thacker Gillen

spread his napkin on his lap. “Until I get approval from the county for a wind farm—and a ranch to put it on.”

      “You do know,” Nicholas volunteered, “that we’re not running cattle here anymore.”

      Erin gave him a cautioning glance.

      “So I heard,” Mac said, taking the opening.

      Nicholas looked at Erin, the dollar signs flashing in his eyes. “We might want to consider it.”

      And, Erin reflected silently, we might not. The last thing she needed was any connection at all to a man who was already on his way out of her life. Or would be, once his job here in Laramie County was done.

      Nicholas’s friend Bobby’s cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID. “Uh-oh, that’s my mom.” Rising from the table, he walked off, phone to his ear. “Okay, okay. I’ll talk to Nicholas and get moving right now.”

      Bobby came back, a sheepish look on his face. “My mom says I’ve got to get home before the storm hits. I hate to eat and run, but...”

      The other boys shoveled in the last of their dinners and rose.

      Erin looked at Nicholas. “Drive safe. And come right home after you drop everyone off.”

      “Will do, sis.” He ushered his friends out.

      The rest of them finished eating. As Erin rose to clear the table and get dessert, thunder rumbled again in the distance.

      She took the peach cobbler out of the oven, then flipped on the TV to check the local weather report.

      Mac set a stack of dishes next to the sink, then moved to stand beside her. “Everything okay?”

      Maybe not, Erin thought. She nodded at the Doppler radar on the screen. As much as she hated to be a nervous Nellie... “Actually, Mac, there is reason to be concerned.” She pointed out the big wave of green and the smaller cells of yellow and red. “Storms out here can be—” she thought about Heather, who was listening intently, and chose her next words carefully “—rather, um, virulent.”

      Mac’s lifted his eyebrows. “Should we be on our way, too?”

      Heather’s face fell. She looked at Stevie and Sammy, who seemed equally disappointed. Erin took another look at the TV screen. As much as she hated to admit it... “It’s probably too late for that, given the direction you’re headed.” Nicholas’s friends all lived on ranches close by. Mac had a nearly forty-minute drive to the Laramie Inn, in good weather. This wasn’t that.

      Since she had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t believe her, Erin led him out to the back porch. Sure enough, about a mile or so away they could see dark clouds stretching from sky to ground. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. In the yard, the wind was whipping up, rattling the window screens and bending the trees.

      Mac’s dismissive glance let her know he wasn’t worried. “The SUV I rented has all-wheel drive.”

      “The problem is the low water crossings,” Erin returned, knowing spring storms in Texas could be fiercer than he knew. “A lot of the creek beds are dry and filled with debris. They’ll wash over quickly and the roads will likely be flooded till morning.”

      A fact that made leaving the ranch extremely dangerous. “You and Heather would really be safer staying here.”

      * * *

      MAC HAD EXPECTED a lot of things this evening. An argument over the advisability of a wind farm as a solution to Laramie County’s current energy shortage. A division between Monroe family members, some wanting to sell out, others not. Even some minor dickering over the price his company was willing to pay.

      However, he hadn’t expected to hear about the most difficult times of Erin’s life. Or to have dinner in such a warm and homey atmosphere. Or to see his own little girl, who was so often lonely, fit right in with Erin’s boys.

      It all made him want to keep coming back to the Triple Canyon Ranch.

      And not on business.

      Which was why he should head back to town. Now.

      “That’s very kind of you to offer,” he told Erin. “But you really don’t have to put us up for the night.”

      She gave him a wry once-over, letting him know what a gringo she deemed him to be. Mac found himself grinning back. Chemistry sizzled between them, more electric than the supercharged air outside. Wanting her, Mac knew, would be a lot more dangerous to him than a simple thunderstorm.

      “Texas hospitality kind of says I do,” Erin quipped. “After all, it wouldn’t be neighborly of me to turn you and your daughter out in this.”

      Mac looked away from the softness of her lips. He needed to be a gentleman here. “I appreciate your concern, Erin, but I assure you, I’ve driven in storms before. And before you point out that the country roads can be confusing around here, I’d like to remind you that I found my way to the ranch. I can find my way back to town.” Mostly, Mac thought, because his smartphone had GPS. Had he relied only on road signs—which were few and far between—and the directions she had given him, he’d have been up a creek.

      The power flickered briefly as Erin led the way back into the house. The kids had moved from the kitchen table to a jigsaw puzzle set up on the game table in the family room.

      “The point is, you don’t have to. We have plenty of room here. And...” Erin cast another look at his daughter, who was sitting with her head propped up on her hand “Heather looks exhausted.”

      Mac couldn’t argue that point. She did appear tired. Barely able to keep her eyes open.

      Lightning zigzagged across the sky, followed by a house-rattling clap of thunder. “How about I show you the guest quarters before you make up your mind?”

      Reminding himself that he was doing this for his daughter, Mac nodded and followed Erin up the stairs.

      Once again it had been a mistake to let her go first. All he could see when he glanced up was the graceful sway of her hips as she climbed the steps. The sexy spill of her hair, brushing across her shoulders. The hem of her T-shirt caressing her slender waist. Lower still were long, sleek thighs encased in the sky-blue jeans, and sexy calves disappearing into the tops of her custom peacock-blue boots.

      Damn, but she was one attractive woman.

      Oblivious to his admiring glance, Erin turned at the newel post and led the way down a long hallway. They passed what must be her sons’ rooms, and then paused in the doorway of a third.

      It was sparsely decorated and painted a pale pink.

      Mac had a feeling he knew whose room this had been, so he kept a respectful distance as Erin pulled out a trundle bed that was half the height of the other mattress. “You’ll be able to sleep right next to Heather,” she said, patting the crisp sheets. “Whether on the lower or higher bed is up to you. And the boys’ rooms are right next door, so I imagine that will comfort Heather.”

      Erin was right—it would. Mac studied her expression as the power flickered briefly once again.

      Thunder rumbled closer.

      “You’re sure it’s okay?” he rasped, wishing she would give him some reason not to want her.

      “I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t,” she murmured, her eyes telling him she was as affected by his presence as he was by hers.

      They exchanged glances, and an intimacy Mac hadn’t expected welled up between them. Decision made, he ignored the punch of desire in his gut. Just because he felt it didn’t mean he had to act on it.

      He nodded agreeably. “Then we’ll bunk here for the night.”

      Chapter Four

      Erin was curled up in a corner of the living room sofa, sketch