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the reservation until you know for sure how you'll
feel being home.”
    “But if I don't
go home--I mean all the way home--they'll never truly believe I've come home
for good.  No, I need to be on the reservation.  For myself as well as for them.”
    Sara turned to
Mitch and nuzzled the baby with her cheek.  “This baby is a dear.  But taking
care of him is a full time responsibility and would demand all my time.  To do
it properly, and fit in with a rancher's hours, I'd need to live here.”
    “That works for
me.  I've got the room.  I'm in the middle of remodeling the house on the other
side of the bunkhouse.  But it's fit to live in now.  There’s an empty bedroom
there right now, but it won’t be for long.  Just say the word.”
    Sara shook her
head.  “Being a nanny would take all of my time and when would I have time for
the stories?”
    “We could work
around that.  I'd make sure it worked.”
    Mitch could
tell he was losing this battle.  It had been too easy a proposition and if Sara
had agreed, it would have been the answer to his prayers.  
    “There's
nothing written in stone that says you can't stay here on the ranch and work
things out with your parents before going back to the reservation for good,”
Mandy said.
    Not ready to
admit defeat, Mitch gave it one more try.  “Look, Sara, I know you've got to do
what you've got to do.  I can respect that.  This baby is just as unexpected
for me as my asking you to take care of him.  But I can't work the ranch and be
up all night with a baby.  It just can't be done.  I'd be eternally grateful if
you'd consider doing it, if only until I can find someone permanent to replace
you.”
    Sara tilted a
thinly lined eyebrow and smiled, and his breath hitched in his throat.  In
theory, it could work.  But having a beautiful woman like Sara Lightfoot in his
house was going to be a major distraction. 
    “I thought you
were already eternally grateful.”
    Mitch's eyes
gleamed as he gave Sara a slow smile.  “I'll mean it this time, if you take the
job.”
    * * *
    Sara thought
about the unexpected turn of events.  Why did the idea of living under the same
roof with Mitch Broader stir her so?  Surely, it was just nerves.  Nerves over
seeing her family after so long and facing up to her past, she decided after a
while.  And yet there was something appealing about easing her way back home
rather than dropping herself on her family’s doorstep after nine years.
    She thought
about all the plans she made before leaving.  They’d kept her going during her
divorce.  She’d dreamed of being a Native American storyteller, teaching the
Apache culture to the young people on the reservation.  None of that was set up
yet.  Why couldn't she take care of Jonathan for a little while as she arranged
all the details on the reservation?
    “Okay,” she
finally said.  When Mitch heaved a sigh of relief, Sara amended, “But this is
only temporary.  Just until I can set things up on the reservation.  It'll give
you time to get yourself use to handling the baby, and to find someone
permanent.”
    “It's a deal.” 
He took her hand in his.  The strength of his touch shouldn’t have surprised
her, but it did.  His hand was rough, the color of the weather-beaten earth,
and the strength of his hand holding hers made her head spin.  She wondered if
she hadn't suddenly made a wager with the devil.
    Sure, Mitch was
a cowboy and cowboys worked sun up to sun down nonstop.  None of the work was
pretty.  That accounted for the calluses on his palms and the dirt under his
nails.  But this wasn't work strength.  It was something more.
    She snatched
her hand from his grip, uneasy with the slight tremble that quickened her
heartbeat.
    Mitch blew out
a sigh of a relief.  “When can I get you moved in?”
    Still feeling
the effects of his touch, Sara teased.  “Are you afraid I'll change my mind?”
    “If you did,
I'd do my best to change it back.  I need