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cabin down this road somewhere—Reece Morgan. Would you tell me how much farther it is?”
    His eyes narrowed into burnished slits. “No.”
    Her temper flared at his blatant refusal. She shifted the car into gear and he stepped out of the way just as she pushed her foot down on the accelerator. A glance in the rear view mirror saw him encapsulated in the dust cloud swept up by her car.
    Very little of the dust actually reached Linc, but he narrowed his eyes against it to watch the car disappear around the next curve. He’d expected Reece’s niece to be something better than that ill-tempered spitfire. Reece was so mannerly and courteous, but the same certainly couldn’t be said for his niece. Linc was glad he hadn’t gotten around to accepting that dinner invitation. This was one he was definitely going to turn down.
    He turned to the buckboard and saw Jessie eyeing him with a knowing look. “I’wasn’t polite
not
to tell her how far it was to the cabin.”
    â€œI give as I get,” Linc reasoned, but indifferently.
    â€œMorgan’s niece, huh?” Jessie stayed with the subject of the girl.
    â€œThat’s what she said.” Linc changed it. “This time I’ll drive ahead of you with the truck so you don’t run any more cars off the road.”
    â€œDon’t slow me down,” Jessie advised as he hooked the last trace. “Else these mules will run right up your backside.”
    Linc didn’t bother to respond to that boast, turning to walk to his truck.
    It turned out to be closer to five miles. Joanna was just beginning to think the cowboy hadn’t told her how far she had to go because she was on the wrong road. She was about ready to make up her mind to turn around when she saw the cabin.
    â€œIf this isn’t Reece’s cabin, it will be the last straw,” she muttered to herself and turned the car into the short driveway. There was some consolation that the cabin looked civilized.
    Before she was fully out of the car, a cabin door opened and her uncle appeared. “Joanna!” He greeted her with a broad smile of welcome. “I was beginning to worry about you. Didn’t you say your plane was scheduled to arrive before two this afternoon?” As he came down the steps,he glanced at his watch. “It is nearly five. Was it delayed?”
    â€œNo,” she swiftly corrected herself. “It was a few minutes late.” He looked so cool and unruffled that she couldn’t help wondering how he managed it in this heat.
    â€œThen what took you so long to get here?” he frowned, then asked, “Did you have trouble finding the place?”
    â€œTrouble is an understatement,” she replied with an edge of remembered anger in her voice. “I do hope that cabin has indoor plumbing . . . and air-conditioning!” she added on a hopeful note.
    â€œYou are hot and tired after the trip,” he realized. “Come inside and have a cool drink, then you can tell me all about your trouble.” He curved his arm affectionately around her shoulders as he guided her to the cabin door. “And we do have indoor plumbing, but no air-conditioning. However, there is a cool breeze coming in from the lake.”
    â€œDo you mean they do have breezes in the Ozarks?” she murmured sardonically. “I was beginning to wonder.”
    The interior of the cabin seemed dark and cool after the brilliance of the afternoon that not even the shade of the trees had alleviated. She exhaled a relieved sigh, suddenly too tired and travel-worn to take in the furnishings of the rooms her uncle guided her through.
    He led her straight through the cabin to ascreen door that opened onto a wide porch. Joanna collapsed into a cane-backed rocker while her uncle poured a glass of iced tea from a perspiring pitcher.
    She took a long swallow from the glass he gave her and leaned her head against the chair back. “I