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he went to look in the fridge for the requested items. Devil had to tell him soon after that separating eggs didn’t mean putting one egg on each side of the counter.
       Devil lost herself in her cooking, humming to herself as she flipped eggs and turned bacon.
       The back screen door creaked open and she noticed two new voices coming inside. Suddenly there was a hand on her shoulder and she flinched away, but her hand caught on the edge of the frying pan and grease went flying over her arm and hand.
       “Shit,” she screamed in pain.
       Devil rushed to correct the sideways pan and her first thought was to clean up the mess and fast.
       The cowboys were rushed around her telling her to stop messing around and take care of her arms, but she shooed them away. Her hand and arm wasn’t going to be her only problem if Mr. Canter found out what she was doing in his kitchen.
       “Like he would care about what happen to me. His kitchen is more important,” Devil scoffed.
       And who other then the big and brooding cowboy boss would chose that moment to bang into the kitchen. He was dressed in loose blue jeans, a plain white t-shirt and a fine black Stanton. He oozed self power and importance.
       Devil rolled her eyes.
       “What in the hell is going on here?” Winthrop bellowed the moment he set foot into his kitchen. Half of his ranch hands were crowded in the room running around like chickens with their heads cut off and it was the kid who was at the wood stove cooking. He should have known it would be her, that she would do something like this.
       But the moment that he saw the fiery red marks clawing their way up from her hand to her arm he felt himself go pale.
        Grimly, but swiftly he took out the gallon of milk, snagged the girl by her uninjured hand, and pulled her over to the sink. She protested, but he didn’t care at the moment. He was fighting a panic within himself he never knew he could feel.  He took the unburned part of her arm and used it to pull her arm over the sink. Slowly Winthrop poured the milk over her arm to sooth the burns. They had already turned to blisters and the blisters had broken open and were oozing clear liquid down her arm. The skin around each striped blister was a deep angry red.
       When the milk was gone he barked for Red to get the medical kit. Winthrop made her sit down at the table and waited for Red.
       “You’re not mad are you?”
       The question came to him as a surprise as she nursed her hand against her chest. She was looking at him as if he might hit her at any moment. That look hurt him more then he could say and it shouldn’t have. He would never hurt her. Never no matter what. Yell maybe, but never hit her. It was the one good thing his father had taught him about women. They were weaker and if you hurt them, you would have hell to come for you. Hitting a woman left a sour feeling in a man’s gut for the rest of his life, his father would have known.
       Winthrop sighed heavily and knelt in front of her to make her feel more comfortable with him that close. He was a big man and she was a tiny little thing and they both knew it.
       “No, I’m not angry. But what in the hell where you doing,” he asked with a soft growl.
       “I was, um,” Devil said looking pointedly away from his face, “making you breakfast.” She promptly shut her mouth and stopped talking.
       Winthrop watched as the kid shut her mouth with a snap and colored prettily. What on earth had made the kid want to make breakfast? Was she over tired and not thinking right?
       “Why,” he asked confused.
       She glared at him and how he loved to see that fire in her eyes. He had had only a small taste last night, but it was such a sight. It was a challenge that few ever sent his way and he found himself sorely tempted to take it and show her just what he could do. It was one he shouldn’t take, but just might.
       “I was trying for an