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you need?”
    “Uh …” Brilliant answer. Her brain decided to short circuit again. “The vet found some horses.”
    “Oh, and you need someone to go with you. I can do that.”
    “Uh …” Was she stuck on that word? What was the matter with her?
    “It’s a slow afternoon and I like to make myself useful. I can bring a horse trailer.”
    “I can’t say no to that.” Especially since she didn’t own a vehicle capable of pulling one. But did she really want to spend an afternoon with the most gorgeous man she’d ever met? She was fairly sure judging by the amount of friendliness in his voice that he hadn’t noticed her cane yet. She dreaded the moment when he did, but putting horses in the inn’s stables was her new assignment. She wanted to do her job well. “Let me give you the address.”
    “Great. I need something to write with.” A drawer banged open before he came back on the line. “Got it.”
    “You probably know where this is already, but the vet gave me detailed instructions.” She gave him the information. “When can you get there?”
    “Give me thirty minutes?”
    “Thirty minutes it is. Thanks for helping out, Sean.”
    “Hey, that’s what friends are for.” He set down the pen and folded the scrap of paper.
    “I didn’t know we were friends.”
    “A friend of Cheyenne’s is a friend of mine.” He ignored Mrs. Gunderson who bustled into sight with a laundry basket balanced on one hip. A lone wolf could have a friend or two and still be a lone wolf, right? “I’m happy to help. I like what Cady’s doing. She could be filling her stalls with pampered horses, but she wants to make a difference. I’ll see you soon.”
    “Thanks, Sean.” Eloise’s gentle alto was about the prettiest sound he’d ever heard. She wasn’t fake, like some women he could think of—Meryl came to mind—but honest and sincere. He liked that. Those were just the right qualities for a friend.
    He hung up and caught Mrs. Gunderson’s raised eyebrow as she paused midway up the stairs, free hand on the rail. There was no mistaking that motherly look.
    “What?” He held up both hands, the innocent man that he was. “I didn’t do anything.”
    “I didn’t say a thing.” She had raised five sons of her own, so he knew she was wise to the ways of the male mind. “You call me if you aren’t coming home for supper.”
    “Why wouldn’t I be home for supper?” He grabbed a chocolate-chip cookie from the jar. “This isn’t a date. It’s a humanitarian mission. Well, an animal welfare mission.”
    “You like that girl.” Mrs. G. narrowed her gaze at him. “Don’t try and fool me.”
    “I’m not fooling you. I like her. What’s not to like? But I don’t
like
her.” After Meryl, he’d be stupid to. A smart man would be leery after being used like that.
    “Sometimes the best things come along when we aren’t looking for them.” She went on her way, padding up the stairs and out of sight, her words carrying up to him.
“All things are possible to him who believes.”
    Boy, did she have the wrong idea. Sean shook his head. Mrs. G. couldn’t be more mistaken. When he wiped a crumb off his shirt, he noticed his T-shirt had a hole in it. His jeans sported grass stains and his work boots were dirty.
    Maybe he’d better go change. Getting spiffed up had nothing to do with seeing Eloise. It was simply a matter of cleanliness. He took the stairs two at a time, whistling.
    “This must be the place,” Eloise said to herself as she glanced at the reflective numbers stuck to the side of abattered black mailbox. Although two numerals were missing, the description matched the vet’s directions so she eased her car off the paved county road and onto a driveway that was more dirt and potholes than gravel. She listened to the rush and whap of weeds and grass growing in the center of the lane hitting the underside of her car. Hopefully there wasn’t anything big enough to do any damage. She gripped the