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took Molly much longer to find the store than she anticipated. And buying everything on her list from a supermarket that was totally unfamiliar took even longer. Consequently, by the time she reached the Rafter C, it would be close to the dinner hour. Even then, she was pushing it.
    She stopped at a take-and-bake pizza parlor and bought half a dozen large pizzas. Surely cowboys loved pizza. And living so far from town, they probably didn’t get it often. As soon as she reached home, she'd pop them in the oven two at a time if she was lucky, while she unloaded her car. By the time she had the groceries put away, she hoped the pizzas would be ready to serve.
    She didn’t have time to prepare more. There were a lot of perishable groceries she'd have to put away at once after the car ride. Tomorrow she’d fix a full meal with a roast, baked potatoes, vegetables and biscuits.
    Arriving at the Rafter C, Molly felt almost as if she were coming home. She hadn’t even taken her suitcases from her car, yet the homestead welcomed her back as if she’d lived there for years.
    No sooner had she stopped near the back door than Josh strode out of the house. He opened the passenger door and began to pull out grocery bags. Molly carried the pizzas inside and turned on the oven. The double ovens would come in handy; she’d be able to cook at least two pizzas at once.
    “Took you long enough,” he said as he dumped two bags on the long counter.
    “I had trouble finding the right store. Then I had to wait while the manager finished talking with a sales rep to get the okay to charge the purchases. And then there was a lot to buy.”
    She headed back to unload other bags from her car, Josh at her side. Had he helped the other housekeepers? She didn’t ask. It was enough that he helped her.
    When the groceries had been unloaded, Josh reached in the trunk for her two suitcases. “I’ll take these to your room. It’s at the top of the stairs on the right. Did you see it when looking over the house this morning?” he asked.
    “Actually, I didn’t have a chance to look over the place, I was too busy cleaning the kitchen. Just dump them inside the door, I’ll find them after dinner.”
    If she were sleeping upstairs on the right, where did he sleep? Not in the bunkhouse, of that she was sure. She hadn't given the sleeping arrangements any thought. Not that it mattered. She was more than sure Josh Hart could contain any lust around her.
    She quickly put up the frozen packages and the milk. The rest could wait until after dinner. Hurrying to set the table, Molly wanted everything to be ready when the men trooped in. She refused to give Josh anything to complain about.
    She'd multiplied the ingredients for the salad by twenty but even as she was filling the largest bowl she could find with the lettuce, tomatoes, carrots and radishes, she wondered if it would be enough. Thankfully, she bought several different bottles of dressing—the cowboys could choose their own.
    Promptly at seven, Josh walked into the kitchen just as a stream of cowboys entered from the back door. Molly wondered if there were a whistle somewhere that blew to let them know when mealtime arrived. They each introduced themselves. Molly tried hard to remember what name went with which face. By the fifth or sixth man, however, she knew it was a lost cause.
    She drew the last of the pizzas from the ovens and set them on the big table. Finding a sharp knife, she handed it to one of the younger cowboys—was his name Billy?—and asked him to start cutting. Then she offered ice tea, coffee, and milk for beverages.
    The men were silent as they ate. In only moments, the pizzas were gone. They looked at her.
    Molly looked around. She hadn't gotten a single piece.
    The silence stretched out and her eyes flew to Josh. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers tucked into the front pockets of his jeans, his legs sprawled out before him as his eyes tracked her.
    “Is something