the window. What an infuriating man. Obviously, he considers himself irresistible. She began to wander the room, attempting to block out the effect his blatant virility had had on her.
It was too bad, she decided on her fourth circle, that all those good looks, all that strength and appeal, had to belong to such a rude, arrogant man.
Deciding that a brisk walk was just what she needed to get Jake Tanner out of her mind, she stopped her pacing and grabbed a warm jacket. Moments later she was out the door, gazing around her in delight at the beauty of the starlit Wyoming night. Her breath puffed out in thin white mists as she moved. The air, tinged with frost, carried the aroma of pine, and she drank it in greedily, enjoying the mixed scent of hay and horses and aged wood. She could hear the lonely sound of a coyote calling to the full silver moon. And suddenly she realized that she had fallen in love with Wyoming. The spell of the mountains and plains was on her, and she was inexplicably glad she had come.
***
âGoodness, you were out a long time,â her sister commented as Samantha plopped down in a wingbacked chair in front of the fire a few minutes later. âYou must be frozen.â
âNo.â Samantha stretched out her legs and sighed. âI love it out there. Itâs fantastic! I never realized how big the sky was before, and I donât think Iâll ever get used to the space, the openness.â
She turned her attention to the powerfully built man sitting next to her sister on the sofa. âI wonder if you appreciate it, Dan, living here all of your life. Even your letters, Bree, didnât do justice to that world out there.â Running her fingers through her hair, she made a small sound of pleasure. âTo someone used to traffic-choked streets and huge buildings, all this . . .â Her hands moved in an inadequate gesture.
âYou havenât had much of a chance to see anything since youâve been here,â Dan observed. âYouâve been with us a month and you havenât gone a quarter mile away from the house. And thatâs been mostly to fetch the mail in the mornings.â
âIâll have plenty of time to explore later. Iâll be around through the summer.â
âJust the same, weâre not having you tied to the house while youâre here, Sam,â Dan announced, and sat back against the cushions. âEven the most devoted sister is entitled to a day off.â
âDonât be silly. You make it sound as though I were slaving from dawn to dusk. Half the time Iâm not doing anything.â
âWe know how hard youâre working, Sam,â Sabrina said quietly, glancing up at Dan before returning her gaze to her twin. âAnd I know the lack of activity is harder on you than the work. I also know how you disrupted your life to come out here and take care of me.â
âOh, Bree, for heavenâs sake,â Samantha began, shifting uncomfortably. âI never would have found out how much I love Wyoming if I hadnât come.â
âDonât try to shrug if off, Sam.â Dan grinned at the embarrassed motion of her shoulders. âWeâre grateful, and youâll just have to get used to us telling you so. But tomorrow, weâre going to show weâre grateful instead of just talking about it. Weâre kicking you out for the day.â
âHuh?â Blankly, Sam blinked at the bland smile before shifting her gaze to Sabrinaâs serene one.
âThatâs right.â His grin widened as she drew her brows together. âTomorrowâs Sunday, and Iâm staying home with my wife. And you . . .â He pointed a warning finger at his sister-in-law. âYouâre going to have your pick of the horses and take off.â
Samantha sprung up from her slouched position. âDo you mean it?â Her face was glowing with pleasure, and Danâs smile