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do that? You said yourself you can’t stand me,”
Megan said.
    “How about we
agree to a truce?” He offered her his hand.
    Looking at it
warily, she asked, “Why?”
    He smiled for
the first time since he’d met her, and she looked taken aback.
“Let’s just say I’ve had a change of heart.”
    “Why do I find
that hard to believe? You don’t seem like the kind of man who
changes his mind often or admits to being wrong… ever.”
    He chuckled as
he took her hand. The casual contact sent a jolt up his arm and
made him wonder if he would combust should they venture into
intimate territory. His sister was right. He was definitely
attracted to Megan. Whether it could ever be more than physical was
anyone’s guess.
    “You’re right
about me. But I’m not so sure I was right about you.”
    “Is that your
way of saying you’re sorry you jumped to the wrong
conclusions?”
    Nick admired
her for challenging him, but he wasn’t willing to concede just yet.
He couldn’t say for sure he’d been wrong about her. The only way to
tell was by getting to know her better and, to his amazement, that
no longer seemed like an abhorrent prospect. “Let’s just say I’d
like us to get to know each other better.”
    She withdrew
her hand, a look of confusion on her face. “I don’t know what your
game is, McCall, but I won’t make the mistake of letting my guard
down around you, I can promise you that.”
    Nick watched
her leave, his eyes traveling to the dip in the lower back and
gentle slope of her bottom in her tight black pants. Convincing her
to let her guard down, among other things, would be half the
fun.

Chapter
Three
     
    A fitful night’s sleep
caused Megan to sleep through her alarm the next morning.
Unfortunately, that meant Nick was at the kitchen table digging
into a stack of Hazel’s blueberry pancakes when she came down.
    Nick’s eyes
tracked her movements as she filled a mug with coffee and leaned
against the counter. Pointing at a basket of fresh blueberry
muffins in the middle of the table, he said, “Help yourself.”
    She would have
told him she wasn’t hungry, but her stomach growled as she opened
her mouth. “I guess I can have a quick bite before I have to get to
the station.” After all, she reasoned, downing a cup of coffee and
a muffin wouldn’t take more than five minutes. She could stand his
company for that long. She hoped.
    “Did you sleep
well?” Nick poured her a glass of juice.
    Megan couldn’t
believe that charming gentleman was the same beast who’d called her
a gold-digger the night before. He was definitely up to something.
Probably trying to earn her trust so she’d reveal her skeletons. Fat chance . “Not really. I had a lot on my mind.”
    “Such as?”
    “Shaw, for
one.” She smiled behind her juice glass when he scowled. “He was
having a little problem yesterday. I was wondering whether he’d
dealt with it.”
    “That guy would
need a lifetime to deal with all of his problems.” He picked up a
crispy piece of bacon and ate it as he watched her, obviously
waiting for her to defend her boyfriend.
    “I think we
should just agree to disagree about Shaw. That is, if we have any
hope of being civil to one another.” She buttered her muffin and
popped a small piece into her mouth.
    “I’d love
nothin’ more than to forget he’s alive.”
    He disarmed her
with another heart-stopping grin, and she had to remember to
breathe. With cropped black hair, a dark summer tan, clear blue
eyes, and all those bulging muscles from years of working on a
ranch, she’d appreciated his male perfection from the first time
she met him. When she saw that flash of white teeth and
accompanying dimples, she realized how easily he could steal a
woman’s heart. And then stomp all over it with those scuffed cowboy
boots he favored.
    Her cell phone
rang, saving her from responding. “Excuse me,” she said, reaching
for her purse. Glancing at the call display, she saw it was