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Granny and getting back on the rodeo circuit was his goal. He better not lose sight of that fact. Even so, he smiled with satisfaction at the thought of Amy’s son enjoying his newly painted room. Every child should have a place of their own. As a kid, after his parents divorced, he wanted his own space, but never got one. His mother’s living room couch was as close as he got to a room.
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    Twenty minutes later, Amy, dressed in a yellow cotton sundress, was in the living room ready to go when her smart phone rang. She quickly yanked it from her small shoulder bag. “Hello.”
    “Mommy, come home,” Bobby sobbed.
    “Baby what’s wrong? Why are you crying?”
    “I fell down.”
    “Oh baby. Are you hurt?”
    “Mommy, I want you.”
    “Oh honey.”
    “Come home.”
    “Let me talk to Nan.”
    “Okay.” He sniffed.
    “Amy?”
    “Nan, what happened?” Amy tried to control the panic in her voice. “Is he okay?” She spoke more quietly, and then took a quick breath to slow her breathing and glanced up to see a look of concern tighten Wyatt’s features.
    “Bobby’s fine. He tripped over the neighbor’s dog and scraped his chin. I put antibiotic cream and a band aid on it. Don’t worry. He’s okay.”
    “Thank God. I was so worried. I should be with him. He sounds so upset. You’re sure he’s all right? I should’ve taken him with me. But I didn’t know what I’d find up here and I had to get the place ready and—”
    “Calm down. He just misses you, but he’s good. I think the fall scared him more than anything else. I’d be the first to tell you if he was seriously hurt.”
    “I know. I just feel so guilty for not being there. If I had a car I could drive back. I could—”
    “Even if you did by the time you got to my place it’d be midnight. Bobby would be asleep.”
    “You’re right.” Could she ask Wyatt to drive her to San Francisco? She glanced at him. Even after she told him to get out of her way, he’d spent the day helping her. It’d be pushing it to ask him to do more tonight.
    “Look Amy, I’d drive Bobby to the farm now, but my car is being repaired. It’ll be ready in a couple of days. I’ll bring Bobby to the farm as soon as I pick it up from the repair shop? Okay?”
    “Yeah, that’s fine. Can I talk to Bobby again?”
    “Sure.”
    “Mommy.
    “You okay?”
    “Yeah.”He sniffed again.
    “Honey, I can’t see you tonight. I need you to be a big boy and stay with Nan. Okay?”
    “Yeah.”
    Her heart clenched. “You can watch a DVD and then go to bed.”
    “Lady and the Tramp?” he asked eagerly.
    “And then go right to bed.”
    “Love you Mommy.”
    “I love you too—big guy.” She remembered not to call him a baby, even though baby came naturally to her lips.
    Her heart pounded and her hand shook when she disconnected the phone.
    “Is your boy okay?” Wyatt frowned.
    “Yeah. Just a scratched chin—thank goodness. But it scared me. He’s been sick and he’s so delicate.” She forced an imitation of a smile. “It’s hard to be away from him even for a little while.”
    “That’s natural.” Wyatt moved toward her. “You love him.”
    “More than life itself.” Her words echoed loud in the quiet farmhouse.
    An expression of concern widened Wyatt’s intense eyes. “I bet.”
    He seemed to understand. That surprised her.
    An awkward silence surrounded them as she considered what to say next. She leaned toward him and could feel warmth radiating from him.
    With his large hand he reached out to touch her cheek and she let him. It was rough yet gentle at the same time. Then she noted how truly deep blue his eyes were. Too bad she couldn’t decipher the emotions behind them.
    He cleared his throat and stepped back. “You’d probably like to be at home incase Bobby calls again. That way you can relax and you won’t have to worry about hearing your cell in a loud restaurant. We can go to dinner another night?” He paused. “ What say I order