Falling for the Sheriff. Tanya Michaels

      “Sorry. I’ll try not to say it again,” Luke promised.

      “That’s okay. Sometimes my daddy says it, too.”

      Kate snickered, and Cole gave her a sheepish smile. “Busted,” she said softly.

      Luke’s head shot up. “Mom?”

      “Hey.” She stepped away from Cole, putting an almost comical amount of distance between them.

      Cole remembered the boy’s hostility yesterday when he’d seen the two adults smiling at each other. How long had it been since Luke’s father died? As someone who was still close to both of his parents, even as an adult, Cole couldn’t imagine what that loss was like for the kid.

      “We were just coming to get you guys for lunch,” Kate said. “Who’s hungry?”

      “Me!” Alyssa shot up as though she was spring-loaded. Although Luke showed more restraint, his eyes gleamed at the mention of food.

      Both kids hurried back toward the house.

      “Be careful,” Cole called after his daughter. Her flip-flops weren’t any better suited for hiking across rolling pastureland than Kate’s sandals were. He glanced down to check for swelling or a limp. “How’s your foot? You didn’t twist your ankle, did you?”

      “I’m fine. Just a little embarrassed. I reacted badly when you tried to keep me from falling. I didn’t mean to be ungrateful. But it’s been so long since...”

      A man had touched her? At all? Cole hadn’t exactly swept her into his arms for a passionate embrace. “Did you lose him recently?” he asked in a murmur, as if his regular speaking voice would make the question disrespectful.

      She shook her head. “Couple of years. But I’ve been so busy trying to keep Luke out of trouble that time gets distorted, if that makes any sense.”

      “It does. My ex-wife left when the girls were babies—she decided she wasn’t cut out for small-town life or trying to take care of two infants. There are odd moments when our being a whole family feels like yesterday, but other times, it seems like a different existence, altogether. Like remembering a past life.”

      Kate nodded, looking relieved by his understanding.

      Neither of them spoke again until they were close enough to breathe in the spicy aroma of grilled sausages.

      “Cole?”

      Her soft voice brushed over his skin like a warm breeze. “Hmm?”

      “If Gram starts another recitation of the town’s Most Eligible Men, will you help me change the subject? Please. I know her intentions are good—she worries about me being lonely—but I’m not ready to date.”

      After dozens of frustrating conversations with his mom about his own love life, or lack thereof, he empathized all too well. In fact... He stopped abruptly. “Maybe the two of us can help each other. I have a radical idea.”

Chapter Four

      Kate blinked at Cole’s unexpected—and vaguely unsettling—declaration. “How radical are we talking?”

      “I’ll explain when we have more time.” He flashed her the same endearingly boyish smile she’d glimpsed when his daughter had ratted him out for occasional use of the H word. “For now, do you trust me enough to follow my lead?”

      He was using trust in a casual, conversational sense. Still, trust was a special bond, earned over time. An intimate connection. Errant longing rippled through her.

      What is wrong with me today? Her emotional responses were all over the map. From the way she’d nearly bolted when he’d touched her earlier to—

      “Katie? Everything all right?” Joan called with a frown. Everyone was seated, and it was obvious they were waiting on the two stragglers.

      “Sorry, Gram. We’ll be right there.” Giving Cole a barely perceptible nod to signal that she’d take her cues from him—and hoping she wouldn’t regret it—she strode toward the table.

      “Now that we’re all here,” Joan said, “we can bless the food. Harvey, would you do the honors?”

      The kids already had plates piled high. Once grace was finished, they dug in as the adults served themselves.

      Mrs. Trent smiled in Kate’s direction. “Alyssa tells me your son is quite the artist.”

      Alyssa nodded happily. “They don’t have horses here, but he knows how to draw one real good.”

      “Do you like horses?” Mrs. Ross asked Luke. She wasn’t deterred by his noncommittal shrug. “Maybe you and your mom can come over sometime and go riding at our ranch. Then you can meet my daughter Vicki, who’s home from college for the summer, and of course, Jarrett.” This last was aimed at Kate.

      Kate grimaced. Couldn’t she at least have a moment to savor her grandmother’s award-winning potato salad before the matchmaking brigade started in on her again? Some things were sacred.

      Gram must have seen her reaction because she was quick to offer an alternative to Jarrett Ross. “You know who else has a nice stable of horses?”

      Kate bit the inside of her cheek, desperately hoping that wasn’t some kind of euphemism.

      “Brody Davenport. He—”

      “Ah, but Brody’s so busy these days,” Cole interrupted. “With Jasmine Tucker.”

      “Crystal’s younger sister?” Kate asked.

      “That’s right. I forgot Jasmine moved back to town,” Gram said, looking disgruntled.

      “She was in New York for a while,” Mrs. Ross said. “Modeling. Doesn’t that sound glamorous? But she’s back now and owns the most fashionable boutique in Cupid’s Bow. Well...technically the only boutique.”

      “I should take you by there this week,” Gram told Kate. “I’m going to town Tuesday afternoon for a festival meeting. You can come with me, maybe get involved with one of the committees. It’s a great way to meet folks.”