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leaned against the kitchen table. She’d told Wyatt she’d succeed because nothing could stop her. But her body trembled with insecurity. If she failed she was risking her future. More importantly, she was gambling with Bobby’s prospects.
    ***
    Later that day, back from the store and in what would be her son’s bedroom, Amy turned slowly and scanned the walls for spots that might need a touch of blue paint. Wyatt had been right about the color. The pale sky blue walls were soothing yet masculine enough for a young boy. Bobby would love them. The navy blue plaid bedding he owned would look terrific in the room.
    She’d never painted before, hadn’t even bought a can of paint until today and would have taken forever trying to decide what to buy, matte, egg shell, gloss. It was a foreign language to her, but Wyatt had taken it all in stride.
    Only one area left to paint, she rubbed her arm. Yeah, she was sore, but she was almost finished and she was burning calories. She smiled and dipped her roller into the paint and tackled the last wall.
    Wyatt was working next door in the bathroom. She recalled how he had, with little effort, found everything they needed in the plumbing department. He’d even chosen black and white self-stick tiles for the room, a perfect choice for the old farm house.
    She entered the washroom holding the paint covered roller and stared at the floor. “Wow! I can’t believe the difference the new tiles make. The bathroom’s beautiful.”
    “You better clean that roller or the paint will dry on it and you’ll have to buy a new one.”
    “Oh.” She carried it to the sink careful not to drop paint on the new floor. After scrubbing the roller, she turned off the water. “The sink doesn’t drip anymore.”
    “Easy to fix.”
    “Maybe for you, but I couldn’t do it—thanks.” She surveyed the rest of the room. “I’d forgotten the tub is so big. The bathroom in my old apartment was so tiny and it only had room for a small shower. Bobby’s going to love the claw-footed tub.”
    “You’ll have to buy him a rubber duck.” He grinned.
    Her body warmed when she saw his smile. “You’re right.”
    “That should do it.” He slid the final tile into place, stood and brushed off his jeans.
    “I can’t thank you enough. It’s gorgeous.”
    “No big deal. Clean up and I’ll buy you dinner.”
    “I owe you a home cooked meal after all the work you’ve done. But I haven’t gone to the grocery store yet. Will you take a rain check?”
    “Don’t worry about it.” He leaned forward and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Get the paint out of your hair and we’ll go.”
    So close to him, she closed her eyes believing he was going to kiss her.
    “Meet me downstairs. I’ll give you thirty minutes to clean up.” He stepped away and began to pick up his tools.
    Even after all the things he’d said about the way she treated Granny and her angry response, she wanted to go to dinner with him. Did the crush she’d had on him in high school still linger today?
    ***
    What the hell was he thinking asking Amy to dinner? He hadn’t meant to ask her. Sexy, with disheveled hair, and pouty lips, she’d stared at him with her huge hazel eyes and the invitation had just popped out of him.
    She was attractive, but that’s not what drew him to her. He’d seen lots of beautiful woman, fashionable ones who were better dressed, more put together than Amy. Many sexy women followed the rodeo circuit looking for a champion cowboy with prize money to spend on a lady and a good time. But they wouldn’t get their hands dirty or care about putting manicured fingers on a paint brush to make a room just right for their kid. Amy had put her son’s needs before her own. The room she was using certainly needed paint more than Bobby’s room did. Still, she ignored that fact and painted her son’s room first. That intrigued him.
    He grunted. He had no interest in a relationship. Keeping his promise to