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yourself.”
     
    Cynthia followed his brilliant blue eyes to her bosom.  She smiled in embarrassment as she realized her shirt was see-thru in the morning sunlight. Lifting her cup to her mouth to shield her bosom, she breathed, “Thank you.”
     
    Dex was warmed by her blushing, and the sudden sensation of blood rushing through his loins made him want to pull her into his arms, steal a kiss, and slip his hands under the soft, flowing fabric and touch what he knew was ecstasy underneath.
     
    Cynthia was just about to ask if he wanted a cup of coffee when a pretty woman emerged from the barn. Her curvy frame wiggled over to Dex, and she planted a kiss on his cheek, just shy of his lips. “I’m leaving,” she said in local drawl, a big smile on her face. “Do you need anything from town?”
     
    “No, I’m fine,” Dex said. “You be careful on the road, and don’t get into any trouble.”
     
    Dex caught Cynthia’s look. He knew what she was thinking, but she couldn’t have been more wrong.
     
    Cynthia looked at the woman with the flowing blond tresses. What was he doing in Montana? It was now clear.  She involuntarily sighed.
     
    He could sense what was probably going through Cynthia’s mind by the tiny daggers in her eyes.  She tried to hide it, but it oozed from her like a little river. She thought Apple was his woman.
     
    A secret smile pinned to his heart, Dex decided he’d let her steep a little longer. He rather enjoyed her being jealous; it meant she was interested in him, too.
     

Chapter 7
     
    A long, dusty station wagon reminiscent of the Partridge Family and the 70s’ came squelching up into the yard. 
     
    Cynthia heard the car before she saw it.
     
    Dex heard it, too. He came from the barn to greet who he knew was Miss Emma and help get little Carson settled.
     
    “Hello, Miss Emma,” Dex said, opening the car door on the driver’s side.
     
    “Hi there Dex. How are you doing today, looking fine as ever?”
     
    Dex waived off the old lady’s flirt, which always caught him off guard. She was pushing at least 85-years- old, but she flirted openly as if she were an appropriate age for him.
     
    “I’m fine, Miss Emma,” he said, peeking in the car for Carson. The boy was already out, running like a bullet in front of the car toward him.
     
    “Hey Buddy,” Dex said, swooping the giggling child up into his arms. “What have I told you about running in front of the car?”
     
    “Sorry,” the little boy laughed. “I forgot!”
     
    “Well don’t do that again, okay?”
     
    “I won’t,” he said, wiggling out of Dex’s arms and flying up the front steps, falling into Cynthia. 
     
    She tried to help him up, but he was too quick. “I got it, I got it,” he said, brushing himself off.
     
    “Hi,” he said, looking up at Cynthia with big green eyes. His wily, chestnut curls were all over his head.  Rosy, chubby cheeks made him look like the ring leader of the Little Rascals. 
     
    Hi,” she said, smiling at his independent nature.  “I’m Carson Hagen,” he said with authority. “Who are you?” He placed his pudgy fingers on his short hips and waited for her to answer.
     
    “I’m a friend of your mommy and daddy’s,” Cynthia said, squatting so they were eye level. “I’m Miss Cynthia and I will be staying with you for a little while until your parents get back home.”
     
    “Oh,” he said. “Do you like to play, because mommy plays with me all the time?”
     
    Cynthia looked over at Dex and the older lady, who were watching. She wiggled her fingers in a wave to acknowledge Miss Emma.
     
     
    “Sure, I like to play,” Cynthia said.
     
    “Okay then. You can stay,” Carson said. “She can stay!” he hollered over to Dex.
     
    All Cynthia could do was chuckle. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. Carson was a handful; she could see that. But they would get along just fine. The kid had moxie that’s all; and he was clearly one of those