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decent place in town. You can’t take her to Burger Joint after all she’s done for you.”
    â€œWho? Take who?”
    Betty snapped her purse shut.
    â€œDon’t you go telling me that you don’t remember who you left your child with!”
    â€œDid she call?”
    â€œOnly to tell me that they had gone over to your house.”
    He thought of the fresh-faced neighbor who had saved his life—after all, coloring books would have lasted an hour, two at the very most.
    Stacy was a beauty, but not really his type of beauty. Didn’t wear any makeup, near as he could tell. Probably could do with a professional haircut and four salon assistants blow-drying those curls to a glossy flatness. And overalls on a woman looked too masculine for his tastes—although her curves handled the denim well. But while he was on the topic of making his neighbor over, he’d get her one of those miracle bras and a manicure.
    Then he thought of the kitchen. His kitchen. The one that was the disaster area.
    â€œAre you all right?” Betty asked. “You look a little peaked.”
    â€œNo. I mean, sure. She’s at my house? Actually in my house?”
    Betty nodded.
    â€œCalled at one o’clock. Said she’d be there with Karen. Your daughter needed a bubble bath.”
    â€œOkay, where am I taking her? Tanglewood?”
    In that instant, he knew that any woman who caught sight of the disaster he had made of breakfast deserved dinner that very night. Even if she hadn’t taken his daughter for the day.
    Good thing she wasn’t blonde or he’d be in some trouble.
    â€œI called in a reservation for five-thirty. Thought I’d make it for a little later so you can give the two girls time to freshen up. Stacy gets her hands so dirty. You tell her I said to pull a nice dress from the closet. Not those overalls.”
    â€œThanks.”
    Betty winked at him.
    â€œAnytime, darlin’,” she crooned, adding as he was about to cross the threshold to the hall, “you know, she’s very pretty.”
    â€œYes,” Adam agreed warily.
    â€œAnd she’s single.”
    â€œUh-huh.”
    â€œAnd I pride myself on being rather cosmopolitan and you are a sophisticated man, too. I don’t think twenty-eight is so old for a woman, do you?”
    â€œUh, no, of course not.”
    â€œAnd she’s good with children. And dogs. And plants.”
    â€œAll very good qualities.”
    â€œWould make some man an excellent wife.”
    Adam set his mouth tightly. Nothing, but nothing, was stopping him from picking his own assignments from now on. He might have missed out on Vegas but he was going to get payback for that.
    â€œNo doubt she will be a wonderful wife,” he said carefully.
    â€œI don’t believe this stuff about her being too shy with men. She’s got a fire inside her. And it’s a shame with her father dying two months ago,” Betty continued, looking down at the magazine on her desk with all the nonchalance of a praying mantis. “Has that big house all to herself. Stacy being so fresh and innocent, not like some of the modern women these days who go traipsing around all over. And she’s a very practical, down-to-earth person, but I bet with the right man, she could loosen up. She might be quite a pistol in…”
    He remembered J.P.’s promise. Get Deerhorn done. But fast. And under budget—especially since this was a gift project. No bad behavior from the crew. No mixing it up with the natives. And then Adam would never, ever have to pull this kind of duty again.
    â€œMiss Carbol, I don’t mean any disrespect, but I’m not dating at the moment.”
    Betty placed a blue-veined hand solemnly upon the wide shelf of her breasts.
    â€œWhy, I swear I wasn’t suggesting a thing!”
    On the drive through Deerhorn’s streets, Adam told himself taking Stacy Poplar to dinner was the right