Little Cowgirl Needs a Mum / Once Upon a Proposal. Patricia Thayer

but I’d rather have a quiet evening, enjoying a drink and talking with my dad.”

      She nodded. “Being single sucks, huh?”

      He locked those baby blues on her. “From where I’m sitting it doesn’t look so bad.”

      She felt a warm shiver go through her. “Oh, I bet you say that to all the ladies.”

      “This is Kerry Springs, not San Antonio. A social life is pretty limited.”

      “I’m sure you draw the attention of a lot of females in this town.”

      He took a long drink from his mug. “You’ve mistaken me for Matt. I don’t go out much.”

      She sobered when reality hit. “You still miss your wife.”

      He didn’t acknowledge her statement. “My concern is Gracie. We hadn’t exactly been close. Not like she and her mother were.”

      Jenny toyed with her glass, envying any relationship between a mother and daughter. “And you’ve been working on that. You’ve helped her get to class.”

      “And you’ve talked me into letting her have a sleepover, which you’re helping with. You must have caught me at a weak moment.” He turned to her. “Thanks for volunteering to help.”

      “Hold the applause and wait until we see if it’s a success,” she smiled.

      He nodded, his long tapered fingers rubbing up and down the sides of the beer glass. “There’s something else I want to get off my chest.”

      She watched him. No other man had ever made her so aware of her femininity with just one look. He was a big man, but there was softness to his strength. She could easily slip into his arms. She shook it off and said, “What is that?”

      “I apologize for nosing into your business with Perkins. I had no right.”

      She blinked in surprise. “Accepted. And for the record, only in my head did our relationship get serious.” She met his gaze. “Brian is a nice guy. I think I fell more for the idea of love than I actually fell in love.”

      He held her gaze. “It can be incredible, I hear.”

      She caught a flicker of something in his eyes. Regret. Loneliness. Was he saying his marriage wasn’t as perfect as people had believed it to be?

      She glanced away. No, this wasn’t any of her business. “You have Gracie and your family.”

      He sighed. “Yeah. A nosy father and a pushy brother. Whom you need to watch out for. Matt can be pretty charming.”

      She doubted Matt was the Rafferty she had to worry about. She fought a smile. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

      Before he could speak, Sean carried out two large plates of food and placed them down on the table.

      “Sorry it took so long.” He placed his hands on his hips and grinned. “Nothing like good food and conversation,” he said as a lone customer walked in the door. “Got to get to work.” He waved as he went behind the bar. “Hello, Michael.”

      Suddenly Evan was feeling like a teenager. He was far too aware of the woman beside him. The more time he spent with Jenny the more he felt he wanted her. Question was, did he want to do anything about it?

      “This smells delicious,” she said.

      “Dad wasn’t lying when he said it’s the best around.”

      He watched as Jenny picked up her oversized sandwich and took a bite, leaving a smear of sauce on the side of her mouth. Desire shot through him as he fought the urge to lean forward and remove it, giving both a taste. Instead he picked up a napkin.

      “Here, you have sauce on your mouth.” He reached out and wiped it off. She froze, allowing him to clean her up. Their eyes locked and instantly he was mesmerized. “Damn, woman,” he breathed, then pulled away. “Eat your food before we both get into trouble.”

      Twenty minutes later they’d finished the meal.

      “I can’t finish all this,” Jenny announced, leaving half her food. “I’m stuffed.”

      Evan patted his stomach. “I didn’t have any trouble.” He hadn’t realized how hungry he was. And not only for food. He looked at Jenny. Although he didn’t want to leave her, the direction his thoughts were taking wasn’t a good idea.

      “I hate to cut this short,” he began, “but I need to get up early tomorrow. I’m helping Matt move cattle.”

      She groaned. “I think they should outlaw Mondays. But if truth be told, I’d probably get up early anyway. I love dawn.”

      Evan stood. “It’s my favorite time, too.” He placed some bills on the table, but when she reached for her wallet he stopped her. “Don’t even think about it.”

      “But you don’t need to pay for my supper.”

      “What if I want to?” He helped her out of the booth. “What if I wanted to share dinner and conversation with you?”

      Her gaze held his. “I just didn’t want you to feel you had to.”

      “If I’d felt that way, I’d have let you take your food back to your apartment. Can we agree sharing a meal was nice?”

      She nodded. “Yes, nice,” she said in a soft, breathy voice.

      “Now, hopefully without argument, I’m going to walk you home.”

      Jenny nodded, then they waved to Sean and headed for the door. He followed her out into the darkness, then took her by the elbow as they crossed the street. It was dark as they made their way to the other side and started down the alley. Several sensor lights came on as they walked past the other businesses on the way to the back door of the quilt shop.

      “It was a nice evening, Rafferty. Thank you.”

      She took out her keys, but he stopped her. “I like it when you call me Evan.” He knew in his head this was a bad idea, but couldn’t stop himself as he pulled her toward him. He gave her a chance to back away, but she didn’t. “Say my name, Jenny.”

      She swallowed. “Evan,” she breathed, and his mouth closed over hers.

      Evan shut everything out of his mind, except for the feel of Jenny’s body pressed against his. He drew a breath and inhaled her fresh scent. He reached up and cupped her head, feeling the silkiness of her hair. On a soft moan, she opened her mouth and he got to taste her intoxicating sweetness. He hadn’t realized how hungry she made him.

      He broke off the kiss but not his hold.

      “Maybe this isn’t a good idea,” Jenny breathed as her arms slipped around his neck.

      His mouth brushed over hers; he wasn’t listening at all to common sense. “It feels pretty damn good to me.”

      CHAPTER SIX

      IT was a little before nine the following morning when Jenny came downstairs to the shop. Millie was already there, and, to her surprise, so were several other women. They were all seated at the round table at the window.

      “What’s going on?” Jenny asked as she came up next to her coworker.

      Millie took her to the table. “Meet the ladies of the Quilters’ Corner. You already know Beth Staley and this is Louisa Merrick and Liz Parker. And soon there will be more.”

      Jenny smiled, excited they were here. “Morning, ladies. I’m glad you’re taking advantage of the space.”

      Millie turned to her. “You know, most times when you get a bunch of women together there’s drama.”

      “There’s just going to be quilting,” Louisa Merrick said. She was an attractive woman in her late fifties. Her raven hair was laced with gray and pulled into a bun, showing off