his. He was unprepared forthe brush of her skin, the feel of her fingers, the jolt of awareness that sizzled its way to his groin.
After squeezing once, he released her and did his best to act casual as he stepped back. Well, dammit all to hell, he thought grimly. He could have gone a lifetime without feeling that.
Nevada appeared unfazed by the contact, which made him doubly stupid.
âAre you going to be staying in a hotel while youâre here?â she was asking. âIf you want a house to rent, I could ask around.â
âI prefer a hotel. Itâs easier.â
âBecause someone else does the cooking and cleaning?â
âOf course.â
âTypical guy.â
âMost days.â He walked her to her truck. âMeet me in the lobby of Ronanâs Lodge in twenty minutes. Iâll bring the employment agreement.â
She nodded and climbed into the cab, but didnât close the door. âDo you ever talk to her? Cat?â
The question surprised him. âNo. Not in years. Not since we broke up. You?â
Nevada shook her head. âCat wasnât my friend.â
âShe liked you. As much as she could like anyone.â
âThereâs a statement.â
âYou know what she was like.â
Nevada looked at him then. He saw something flash through her eyes. Unable to read the emotion, he could only wonder. Hurt? Anger? No way he could guess. Feelings were a complication lost on most mortal men.
A truck drove up the road and parked next to them.
âThatâs Will,â Tucker said. âYou need to meet him. Heâs my right-hand guy, although heâll tell you heâs in charge.â
âI am in charge,â Will said, walking toward them. âAsk him how many times Iâve saved his ass.â
âCan anyone count that high?â Nevada asked, climbing out of her truck and grinning.
Will winked at her, then turned to Tucker. âI knew Iâd like her. Tell me she said yes.â
âShe did.â
âWelcome to the team,â Will said, shaking hands with her. âWill Falk.â
âNevada Hendrix.â
âTucker was going to give me the employment contract to look over,â Nevada said. âWant to come watch me sign?â
âThereâs nothing Iâd like better,â Will said. âMeet you in town.â
Probably for the best, Tucker told himself as they got into separate vehicles and headed back into Foolâs Gold. Until he figured out why touching Nevada had impacted him, the last thing he needed was to spend time alone with her in a hotel. Now that they were working together, anything personal was off-limits. Of that he was sure.
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âW HAT ?â E THAN ASKED . âThereâs something wrong.â
Denise Hendrix looked at her oldest son. She still remembered the day sheâd brought him home from the hospital. Sheâd been married all of a year, had barely turned twenty and didnât have a clue what she was doing. Her mother-in-law had still been alive. Although the two women had never been close, Eleanor had shown up within fifteen minutes of Denise and Ralph bringing their baby home.
âIâm here if you need me,â the somewhat stern, large-boned woman had announced. âI know what youâre going through, but I donât want to interfere.â
Denise had assured her mother-in-law that she would be fine. That level of bravado lasted until the next morning, when Ralph went off to work and Ethan started to cry. He wouldnât stop, wouldnât eat, and although he didnât have a fever, Denise had panicked. Sheâd called Eleanor and begged her to come over.
It had taken Ethanâs grandmother all of two minutes to quiet the baby. Sheâd stood by while Denise had struggled to get her newborn to nurse, had offered sensible advice and never said a word to Ralph about her daily visits.
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