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best, she told herself firmly. It’s not as if you’re in the market for a man. You’ve got Hunter,remember? Never mind that she hadn’t seen or even spoken to Hunter lately.
    Outside, Conner was just turning away from his truck, where he’d stowed the boxes he’d been carrying before. He adjusted his hat, giving her another of those frank assessments he seemed to be so good at.
    “Need help?” he asked, at his leisure.
    Tricia realized that she’d stopped in her tracks and made herself move again, but color thumped in her cheeks. “I can manage,” she said.
    Conner approached, nonetheless, and when she opened one of the Pathfinder’s rear doors, he eased her aside. “Let me,” he said, taking the leash and collar from her hand. He lifted the panting dog out of the vehicle and set him down, offering the leash to Tricia. “What’s his name?”
    “I call him the dog, ” Tricia said.
    “Imaginative,” Conner replied, with another of those tilted grins.
    Tricia bristled. “He’s a stray. I found him hiding under one of the picnic tables at River’s Bend, just this morning.”
    What all this had to do with naming or not naming the animal Tricia could not have said. The words just tumbled out of her mouth, as though they’d formed themselves with no input at all from her brain.
    “So you’re leaving him here?” Conner asked. His grin lingered, but it wasn’t as dazzling as before, and his voice had a slight edge.
    “No,” Tricia said. She’d just gotten her feathers smoothed down, and now they were ruffled again. “He’ll be staying at the office until I can find him somewhere to live.”
    She’d hoped that would satisfy Conner and he’d go away, but he didn’t. He dropped to his haunches in front of the dog and stroked its floppy ears.
    “A name doesn’t seem like too much to ask,” the rancher said mildly.
    Tricia tugged at the leash, to no real avail. “We’ll be late,” she fretted. As if she had anything to do for the rest of the day except clean restrooms at the campground. “Come on—dog.”
    Conner stood up again. He towered over Tricia, so her neck popped when she tilted her head back to look into his face.
    She liked shorter men, she reflected, apropos of nothing. Hunter, at five-eight, was tall enough. Perfect, in fact. He was the perfect man.
    If you didn’t mind being ignored most of the time.
    Or if you set aside the fact that he didn’t want children. Or that he didn’t like animals much.
    “He’ll be here at the clinic awhile,” Conner said, ostensibly referring to the dog. “Have lunch with me.”
    Tricia blinked. She didn’t know what she’d expected, if indeed she’d expected anything at all, but it hadn’t been an invitation to lunch. Was this a date? The thought sent a small, shameful thrill through her.
    “Natty’s a good friend of mine,” Conner went on, adjusting his hat again. “And since you and I seem to have started off on the wrong foot, I thought—”
    “We haven’t,” Tricia argued, without knowing why. The strange tension between them must have made her snappish. “Started off on the wrong foot, I mean.”
    Again, that slow grin that settled over her insides like warm honey. Agitated, she tugged at the leash againand this time, the dog was willing to follow her lead. Relieved, she made her way to the doors.
    But Conner came right along with her. He was a persistent cuss—she’d say that for him.
    “My, my,” Becky said, rounding the desk to take the leash from Tricia but looking all the while at the dog. “I see a bath in your future,” she told him. Then, meeting Tricia’s gaze, she added, “We’re looking at an hour and a half at the least. More likely, two. Dad’s schedule is packed.”
    The dog whined imploringly, his limpid gaze moving between Tricia and Conner, as though making some silent appeal. Please don’t leave me.
    She’d better toughen up, Tricia thought. And now was the time to start.
    “Mr. Creed and I are