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She withdrew her hand.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked as he turned the truck onto the main road to head back toward town.

  “Nothing.”

  “I’m really sorry about what happened back there. I can’t believe my foot slipped off the brake. I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  “It’s okay.”

  “You don’t sound okay.”

  “How do I sound?”

  “Sad.”

  “I . . . I’m not sad.”

  He surprised her when he pulled the truck to the side of the road, shifted into park and turned to her. “What is it?”

  She shook her head.

  “Did I screw up by kissing you?”

  “What? No. It was . . . It was fine.”

  He grimaced “Fine. Yikes. Not exactly a glowing review.”

  “It was a really good kiss, Will. Really, really good.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  “This isn’t the best idea.”

  “What isn’t?”

  “You. Me. Us.”

  “That kiss felt like a pretty good idea,” he said with a charming, cajoling smile that had the same effect on her as his smiles always did. “Tell me what you’re thinking. I’d really like to know.”

  “I like you. I wasn’t expecting to like you.”

  “We have that in common.”

  “You didn’t know I was coming.”

  “My father had pitched you and your company to us. I’ve heard stories all my life about his friend Patrick Murphy, the classmate from Yale who’d gone on to be a self-made billionaire. Now his daughter was interested in coming up to build a website for our local-yokel country store. I had a few ideas in my mind about what Patrick Murphy’s daughter might be like.”

  “I’m sure I confirmed all your preconceived notions with my auspicious arrival in town.”

  “Something like that. But then I got to know you a little bit, and I quickly discovered I was totally wrong about what Patrick Murphy’s daughter might be like. She’s much, much more than I expected her to be.”

  “I’m not sure how I should take that.”

  “I mean it as a compliment. Yesterday morning, when we were in the store, that’s when I realized you were nothing like what I expected. You were genuinely interested in the place.”

  “I am genuinely interested. In the store. And . . .”

  “And?”

  She forced herself to look at him. “And you. I’m interested in you, but it doesn’t seem like a good idea to ‘indulge’ in this when I’m only here for a short time.” Looking down now at her entwined fingers, she forced herself to tell him the rest. “I have this awful habit of going off the deep end over guys, and when it ends . . .”

  “What happens when it ends?”

  “I discover I haven’t seen the deep end yet.”

  “Cam—”

  “This has disaster written all over it. All I can see is the end, and the view is ugly.”

  “What if it doesn’t end?”

  Cameron laughed even though she knew his question was sincere. “It always ends, Will. You have a life here that you love. I have a life I love in New York. It’s a recipe for disaster.”

  “Or,” he said, taking off his seat belt and leaning across the center console, “it could be a recipe for something that actually works out—for both of us.”

  She shook her head, but his fingers on her chin stopped the movement.

  “For the first time since Lisa left me, I want to take a chance again.”

  “I can’t,” she whispered, acutely aware of his touch on her face. “I can’t.”

  “Nothing is impossible.”

  “This is. You’re not about to move to the city. I’m not about to move here. So what’s the point?”

  “The point is I want to take a chance. That’s very big news in my world.”

  “I’m happy for you. You definitely deserve to be happy.”

  “Cameron,” he said, laughing softly, “I want to take a chance because I met you. Not because I suddenly woke up the other day and decided it was time to get on with my life. It’s because of you.”

  “I’ll fall for you,” she said warily. “It’s what I do.”

  “I’d be honored if you fell for me.”

  “And what happens when I have to leave?”

  “Couldn’t we cross that covered bridge when we get to it?”

  “No. No, we can’t. Let me tell you how that goes.” She turned her face away from his fingers and spun around in the seat to face him. “Say I spend every spare minute of the next few weeks getting to know you. Say this whole thing goes way beyond kissing in your truck.”

  “I’d be all for that.”

  “Stop and listen.”

  “I’m listening,” he said, but his lips curved into a smile that earned him a scowl from her.

  “My business, my friends, my life is in New York. Nolan will fix my car, and I’ll cry all the way home because I have to leave you here. I’ll cry for days after I get back. I won’t be able to eat or sleep or work because I’ll be too busy crying and missing you and feeling like I’m going to die because it’s over. I’ll cry until my friends stage an intervention and force me back into my life, but I’ll still cry when they aren’t around. I’ll cry myself to sleep for months. I won’t take any joy out of anything. I’ll lose weight because I don’t feel like eating. And then . . . one day . . . it’ll occur to me that it’s really over, and the crying will start up all over again.”

  His thumb brushed a tear that she didn’t even know was there from her cheek. “How many times has that happened?”

  “Three times too many. So do you see why I just can’t do this? Do you see why—”

  He kissed her again, ignoring her mewl of protest, probably because it quickly morphed into a moan of encouragement. “If you fall in love with me, Cameron Murphy, I’ll never let you go.”

  Crying in earnest now, she shook her head. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”

  “I’m thirty-three years old. I’ve spent ten years mourning the one woman I loved who didn’t deserve my love. You crashed into my life two days ago, and it’s like those ten years never happened. Please don’t make me spend the next ten years wishing you’d given me a chance.”

  “You’re not being fair.”

  “If you fall in love with me, I’ll never let you go.”

  “Stop saying that. You can’t possibly mean—”

  Damn him and those incredible lips! He tipped his head to change the angle as his tongue teased and cajoled until she had no choice but to participate. “Yes, I do,” he whispered. “Kiss me back.”

  She fisted his hair and felt her resistance drain like sand through an hourglass as he kissed her from every possible angle within the tight confines of the cab.

  Minutes or maybe hours passed before he pulled back and stared at her, looking as stunned as she felt.

  “You’ve only known me for two days,” she reminded him.

  “And yet I want to take a chance again.” He watched her expectantly. “I want to take a chance with you. I want to find out what this is and where it could take us.”

  Did he have any idea how badly she wanted to know, too? “I’m not going to fall for you.”

  “Okay.”

  Something about the way he said that set her nerves on edge. “I’m not.”

  “Okay.”

  Flashing a smug version of his sexy smile, he settled into the driver’s seat, refastened his seat belt and pulled onto the road, humming a jaunty tune as he drove.

  How could he be jaunty after the conversation they’d just had? How could he be jaunty when her every nerve ending felt like it was on fire?

  By the time they drove into town he was whistling, and she was fuming. He was in a grand old mood after a couple of kisses while she was in full-blown panic mode. She’d promised Lucy she wouldn’t do exactly what she was doing. Kissing him had been a huge mistake. A mistake of such epic proportions
the word had not yet been invented to describe a mistake that big.

  But it wasn’t as if he’d asked her first or anything. One minute they’d been sledding down the icy hill, the next he was kissing her face off. She wasn’t the one who’d changed the dynamic of their relationship or whatever this was.

  “I can hear you thinking again,” he said. “Any second there’s going to be smoke coming out of your ears.”

  “That ought to look great with the bruises.”

  “Don’t think so hard. It’s not all that complicated.”

  “Right,” she said with a disdainful snort. “It’s not complicated at all. Nothing about this has the potential to be complicated or messy or anything but sunshine and daffodils and rainbows.”

  She hated that he laughed when she was serious, but more she hated how sexy the laughter was on him. Hell, she might as well admit that a mullet would be sexy on him.

  After a few twists and turns, he brought the truck to a stop outside a stately Victorian home that was painted in shades of blue and gray. “What a beautiful house,” Cameron said, relieved to have something to focus on besides him and what might—or might not—be happening between them.

  “Isn’t it? Hannah keeps it in tip-top shape.”

  “She lives here alone?”

  “She does now,” he said with a sigh. “Her husband, Caleb, was killed in Iraq almost seven years ago. His grandmother left the house to him, and he left it to her.”

  “I’m so sorry to hear that he died.”

  “It was a tough time for all of us.” Cameron had never seen him look so sad. “He was my very good friend—and Hunter’s. He was like an extra Abbott brother, especially after he and Hannah got married.”

  “Is she . . . Is she doing okay?”

  “To be honest, I don’t know. On the surface, she seems to be getting by, but underneath it all . . . No one really knows.”

  “Do you want to talk to her without me? I’d be fine waiting here.”

  “No, I want you to meet her. Come on.”

  He joined her on the sidewalk and placed a proprietary hand on her lower back.

  Cameron wanted to tell him not to do that, but she couldn’t think of a way to say it without sounding rude. And then she slipped on a patch of ice on the sidewalk, and his strong arms around her prevented a nasty fall.

  “Thanks,” she said.

  “My pleasure.”

  Even though he couldn’t see her face, she rolled her eyes. He was not going to make it easy to remember that she didn’t want to fall for him.

  At the front door, she stepped aside to let him take the lead.

  He let the brass knocker fall once and walked right in. “Where are you?” he called.

  “Back here.”

  Cameron followed his lead and stepped out of her boots inside the door.

  They found his sister in the sunny kitchen, enjoying a cup of coffee and the morning paper.

  “This is a nice surprise,” she said, raising her cheek for her brother’s kiss.

  “I wanted you to meet Cameron Murphy. She’s here from New York to build the website for the store. Cameron, my sister Hannah Guthrie.”

  Hannah stood to shake hands with Cameron. With her dark hair and eyes, Cameron could see her obvious resemblance to Hunter. “Nice to meet the girl who tried to take out Fred.” This was said in a teasing tone and accompanied by a warm, friendly smile.

  Cameron liked her instantly. “I believe it was quite the other way around.”

  “Your word against his,” Hannah quipped. “Coffee?”

  “I wouldn’t say no to that,” Will said. “Cam?”

  “Sure, that sounds good.”

  “Not working today?” Hannah asked her brother as she fired up the Keurig.

  “I’ve been up to check on Colton, and he gave Cameron the five-cent tour. After this, we’re heading back to the office.”

  “How is our brother the recluse?”

  “Happily reclusive as always. You know how he loves this time of year.”

  “He lives for sugaring season,” Hannah said for Cameron’s benefit.

  “It’s so funny how that’s such a big part of your lives up here.” Cameron accepted a steaming mug from Hannah, who placed a creamer and sugar bowl on the table with spoons. “Until I did some preliminary research for the website, I’d never given a thought to where maple syrup comes from.”

  “She’d only had grocery-store crap until today,” Will said.

  Hannah wrinkled her nose and joined them at the table. “That stuff is gross.”

  “That’s what I always thought, too,” Cameron said, stirring cream into the rich-smelling coffee.

  “So now you’re a convert?”

  “Yes, she is,” Will said proudly as he sent that warm, sexy, irresistible smile her way. She really wished he’d stop doing that.

  Hannah’s eyes darted back and forth between Will and Cameron, zeroing in on her brother with a brow raised in inquiry.

  “So Cameron is going to be here awhile working on the site,” Will said, “and I wondered if you might have an extra bedroom she could borrow while she’s in town.”

  Cameron gasped and sputtered. “Will! That’s ridiculous! I’d never want to impose on Hannah that way. He didn’t tell me he was going to ask you that.”

  “I don’t mind,” Hannah said with a gracious smile. “I’ve got nine bedrooms sitting empty upstairs. You’re welcome to any one of them.”

  “No.” Cameron shook her head. “I wouldn’t feel right.”

  “Why not?” Will asked. “She said she doesn’t mind.”

  “What else could she say with me sitting right in front of her? You put her on the spot.” To Hannah, she added, “I’m sorry about that.”

  “I grew up with seven brothers, Cameron. Do you honestly think there’s anything they could do that would surprise or upset me anymore? I’d be delighted to have a roommate for a little while. It gets awfully quiet rattling around this old place by myself. We probably won’t even see each other that often. And, if I minded, I would’ve said so. Honestly.”

  “See?” Will said with a satisfied smirk. “I told you she didn’t mind.”

  Cameron held back the retort that hovered on the tip of her tongue. She’d deal with him when they were alone. “I’d want to pay rent or something.”

  “Don’t be silly,” Hannah said with the wave of her hand. “The rooms are furnished but unused, and I own the house outright. I don’t need your money, but I’d be happy to have your company.”

  “You’re sure?” Cameron asked, still feeling uncertain despite Hannah’s graciousness.

  “Positive.”

  “Okay, then. Thank you so much.”

  “It’s all settled,” Will said, pleased with himself. “I’ll help you move from the inn today and drive you to work until Nolan gets your car fixed.” To Hannah, he said, “Speaking of Nolan, I saw him yesterday. He asked for you.”

  “That’s nice.”

  “You’re really not going to cut him a break?”

  “Stop it. I already got an earful from Hunter about that. Having my brothers plead his case isn’t helping his case.”

  “The poor guy,” Will said with a silly pout. “He’s crazy about Hannah, but she won’t give him the time of day.”

  “Shut up, Will. That’s not true. I’d happily give him the time of day if he asked, but that’s not what he’s asking for. Now, knock it off.”

  “Sorry,” Will said, but he didn’t look one bit sorry to Cameron.

  “Sure, you are.” Hannah got up and opened a drawer, rustling around before she produced a key that she gave to Cameron. “For the front door. Please make yourself completely at home.”

  “That’s very kind of you. Thanks again.”

  Will stood and stretched. “We’d better get to the office. Thanks for the coffee, Han.”

  He bent to kiss his sister, and she pulled his hair hard enough to draw a wince. “Mind your own business, you h
ear me?”

  “What fun is that?”

  “Nice to meet you, Cameron. I guess I’ll be seeing you soon.”

  “Nice to meet you, too, and thanks again for your hospitality.”

  “We’ll be back with her stuff later today,” Will told his sister as she showed them out.

  “See you then.”

  The instant the door clicked shut behind them, Cameron pounced on him. “I can’t believe you did that! Why didn’t you tell me you were going to ask her if I could stay there?”

  “Because you would’ve told me not to.”

  “You’re damned right I would have! That was so rude! What choice did she have but to say yes with me sitting right there?”

  Despite her best efforts to shake him loose, he kept a firm hold on her arm on the sidewalk and let go only to open the passenger door for her. Fuming, she brushed by him and got into the truck.

  “I knew she wouldn’t say no,” he said, closing the door before she could reply.

  In the short time it took for him to walk around the front of the truck and get into the driver’s side, her fury tripled. “Why would you do that? It was so embarrassing!”

  With his hands on the wheel, he stared out the windshield. “We all worry about her incessantly. She tells us she’s fine, she says exactly what we need to hear, but no one believes her.” He finally turned to look at her, and the sadness she saw in his gorgeous eyes tugged at her emotions and defused her anger. “She’s stuck, Cam. She can’t get over what happened to Caleb, and she refuses to consider going out with someone else, even Nolan, who’s the nicest guy you’ll ever meet.”

  “He was really nice to me about the car,” she conceded, touched by Will’s assessment of his sister’s life since she lost her husband. “I’m not going to spy on her for you, if that’s what you think.”

  “I’d never ask you to do that, but it occurred to me that having you around might be good for her.”

  At that, Cameron’s fury completely fizzled. He was a concerned brother looking out for his grieving sister, and she did need a place to stay that wasn’t three hundred dollars a night.

  “She’s sick of listening to us,” Will continued. “I thought a potential new friend might be good for her.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me that before we went in there?”

  “Because you would’ve said no, and I didn’t want you to say no.”