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with his funny stories of ranch life and tidbits from Gina’s childhood.
    Even Gina seemed to loosen up as her brother regaled them with charming stories of small-town life. The love between brother and sister was palpable in the air, and Colette found herself wishing she’d had somebody like Tanner Rothman in her life. And themore appealing she found Tanner Rothman, the more uncomfortable she felt.
    By the time six o’clock came and Linda Craig, one of the part-time workers, came to relieve Colette, she was more than ready to get away from Tanner.
    She wasn’t sure why he affected her on such a physical level. She didn’t understand why his nearness made her breath catch in her chest and turned her palms slightly sweaty.
    She’d been intensely aware of his midnight-blue gaze lingering on her often throughout the day. Each time she’d been aware of his gaze, her insides had quivered.
    She’d been intimate with one man in her life. She’d dated Mike Covington for three months before she’d finally slept with him. The experience hadn’t been particularly overwhelming, and that’s why she didn’t understand her almost primal response to Tanner.
    Sex had never been important to her, but Tanner made her think of sex…of tangled sheets and hot slick bodies, and of slightly callused hands running down the length of her body. He made her think thoughts she rarely entertained.
    Stepping out of the store, she drew a deep breath. It had been a good sales day, and she had evening plans of sitting down with a catalog and picking out the baby items she wanted for the baby she might be carrying at this very moment.
    She figured Gina would only be with her for a couple of months and would then find her own place, leaving Gina’s bedroom as a nursery. Colette intended to make it a showcase of a room, a place where dreams could be nurtured.
    She’d only taken two or three steps away from the shop when the door flew open and Tanner joined her on the sidewalk. “Thought I’d walk you home,” he said as he fell into step at her side. “It doesn’t seem right to let a pretty lady walk home on the mean streets of the city all alone.” He gestured toward the stack of catalogs in her arms. “What me to carry your books home from school?”
    She laughed, her pulse quickening. “No, but thanks anyway. And I’ve been walking the mean city streets alone for the past ten years, ever since I was eighteen years old.”
    â€œWell, while I’m in town, you aren’t going to be doing it anymore,” he replied.
    â€œAren’t you the gallant one,” she said teasingly.
    â€œGina would call it overly protective,” he said with a half scowl.
    Colette laughed, surprised to discover she was glad he’d decided to walk her home. “Gina is young. All she believes is that you’re here to rain on her parade.”
    â€œBut I’m not,” he replied, his blue eyes sparkling earnestly. “Three weeks ago Gina and I had a fight. It was a silly argument and I didn’t think too much about it at the time. She packed a bag, told me shewas leaving Foxrun and drove off. I figured she’d be home by nightfall.”
    â€œBut she wasn’t,” Colette said. She tried not to notice how the bright sunshine made his dark hair gleam with richness.
    â€œNo, she wasn’t. I waited until the next afternoon, then began to ask questions of friends and neighbors. That’s when I discovered Margaret Jamison had a friend in Kansas City and had encouraged Gina to come here.” The muscle in his jaw tightened in obvious irritation.
    â€œI gather Margaret Jamison isn’t one of your favorite people right now.”
    The muscle ticked again. “I think she’s a busybody who should keep her nose to her own business.” A slight flush swept up his neck. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that. I know