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that, as a
     child, Kane learn to function with tools made of his own hand, these would be more
     than adequate.
    “If she could only see me now,” he muttered. Thinking of the recalcitrant adolescent
     he’d been after his mother died, he allowed himself a small sad smile as he yanked
     the next board from its moorings.
    His thoughts strayed to his “employer,” Ann Fielding. He grunted more than necessary,
     and another plank went flying. He should be getting used to it. He’d hardly thought
     of anything else since he’d left her in that poor excuse for a kitchen the night before.
     And he’d be less than honest if he said his thoughts had been of a strictly professional
     nature.
    She’d revealed more to him by simply existing out here on this rugged scrap of wilderness
     she called a ranch, than by coming right out with the information about her family
     and current financialcircumstances. Somewhere between the salad and the stew, he’d forgotten he was subtly
     interrogating her and had actually been listening because he was truly interested.
    He almost growled as he ripped the next board from the posts in front of him. Because
     of that gross error in judgment, he’d spent the night wrestling with his sleeping
     bag and his conscience. But now it was a new day, and his head was as clear as the
     sky. He was here to do a job. Simple.
    His gaze strayed to the door that led to her kitchen and the bucket he’d left sitting
     on her stoop. He glanced at the horizon. It was well after seven and there was no
     sign of her yet.
    What in the hell was she doing out in the middle of nowhere? His instincts as well
     as his eyes told him that Sam Perkins knew next to nothing about his wife if he thought
     she would crumple without a gold card.
    But then again, maybe Sam Perkins knew more about his wife than he’d let on. It wouldn’t
     surprise Kane. Especially in light of the fact that Sam hadn’t bothered to mention
     he was having him tailed. Kane had managed to lose the hired goon just north of Coeur
     d’Alene. At that point, he hadn’t known exactly where the Lazy F was located, but
     until he’d figured out Sam’s angle, he sure as hell wasn’t going to lead the guy straight
     to it. So he’d traded his pickup for a horse. A horse didn’t have tags and a registration
     that could be traced.
    Hinges squeaked across the yard behind him.Kane stilled, willing himself not to look. He knew she was discovering his offering
     and suddenly wished he were somewhere else.
    “Kane?”
    Her soft voice floating on the clear morning air rode his senses like sweet music.
     “Damn,” he swore under his breath as his body responded to the sound of her crossing
     the stretch of land separating them. This was insane. He should just haul her back
     and dump her on Perkins, grab his money, and head out in search of another client
     who required his special skills.
    “Kane?” she called again from a few feet away.
    He didn’t feel too damn special right now. Steeling himself, he looked up at her.
     And he knew then that he wasn’t taking her anywhere. Not yet.
    On the heels of that decision came the knowledge that the only place he
did
want to take her was to bed.
    His gaze skimmed over her plain white T-shirt, stopping briefly at the conspicuous
     designer label on her wrinkled pleated shorts. A testimony to her recent change in
     circumstances. On someone else, the ensemble would have looked rumpled and mismatched.
     On her it was sexy. As if she’d just rolled out of bed and pulled on clothes tossed
     carelessly away in the heat of passion.
    Passion. Heat. Damn if she didn’t stir both in him.
    The final irony was that she was the first to do soin a very long time. Maybe ever. And she was legally bound to another man.
    He pulled his gaze away from her, hating the effort involved. “Yes?” he answered finally.
    “You didn’t need to do this.”
    Knowing she meant the bucket of raspberries he’d gotten up at