Her Cowboy Hero (The Colorado Cades) by Tanya Michaels Read Free Book Online Page B

Hannah a hand while I’m here.”
    The man nudged back the brim of his hat. “Lotta people seem eager to help Hannah. Gideon Loomis, for one.”
    Was he trying to warn Colin away, let him know Hannah was spoken for? She deserves better. “Met Loomis. Wasn’t impressed.”
    Henry’s craggy, sun-leathered face split into a grin. “Me, neither. His parents may run a successful operation, but their spoiled only child doesn’t have the sense God gave a goose.”
    So Colin had passed a test of sorts. The approval was oddly satisfying, and he found himself returning the old-timer’s smile.
    “Oh, good, you’re here,” Hannah called from inside the house. “I—” She stepped onto the porch, then froze, gaping at Colin. She looked so feminine in the white lacy sundress, a dramatic contrast to her shining black hair, that it wouldn’t have been a hardship to stand there staring back at her. Over the past couple of days, he’d gotten used to seeing her in jeans and periodically dotted with flour or melted chocolate.
    “Something wrong?” He glanced over his shoulder, trying to see if he’d overlooked a glaring mistake. None of the local stores carried the exact decorative spirals that were part of the porch railing, so after consulting the budget with Hannah yesterday morning, they’d decided to alternate. He’d found reasonably priced, complementary balusters and was installing the new ones in a pattern, salvaging as many of the former ones as possible. He was almost ready to paint.
    “N-no. Nothing’s wrong. I just...You were smiling. I didn’t think that was possible,” she said under her breath.
    The observation left him self-conscious. I smile. Occasionally.
    “I see you’ve met Henry,” she said. “He’s going to watch Evan while Annette and I visit an estate sale I’ve had on my calendar. I’m really optimistic about finding some furniture for the bunkhouse!”
    As far as he could tell, “really optimistic” was her default setting. But today her enthusiasm was contagious.
    “Best of luck,” he said. He even threw in another smile for good measure.
    She blinked, but then collected herself. Her dimples flashed in a mischievous smirk. “Warn me next time you’re going to do that so I can put on my sunglasses.”
    He chuckled at that, the sound rusty even to his ears.
    Then they were both distracted by Evan joining them on the porch. Hannah explained that the boy was in the middle of lunch and there was plenty of leftover spaghetti in the pot if Henry or Colin wanted some. Colin was always grateful when she brought him food outside, but so far he’d managed to avoid joining her and Evan for meals. Henry, however, had no such reservations about pulling up a chair at the kitchen table.
    “I came hungry,” he said. “I know better than to eat before setting foot in your house. God knows I love Kitty, but her cooking can’t hold a candle to yours. Don’t ever tell her I said that,” he added, looking suddenly alarmed.
    Hannah mimed crossing her heart. “Your secret’s safe with me.”
    Evan was bored with the discussion of spaghetti. As he threw his slim arms around Henry’s legs in a welcoming hug, he demanded, “Are we going fishing today?”
    “That depends on how good you are and whether Henry feels up to it,” Hannah said sternly. “Don’t pester him about it. And if the two of you do go, you have to exit through the back door. This area will probably be covered with wet paint.”
    He’d done a few boards in the garage last night so that they’d be dry and people could have a pathway through the front door, but he didn’t trust the four-year-old to stick to the path. After blowing his mother a kiss goodbye, Evan led Henry inside, talking a mile a minute about the size of the fish he was going to catch.
    Hannah watched them go, laughing softly. “Our pond is stocked with trout, but to hear him talk, you’d think we had marlin in there. Henry is good with him—with any luck,