Montana Lawman Rescuer. Linda Ford

babies? Like Jesse said, she was trying too hard.

      Mikey relaxed against her; his breathing deepened.

      Jesse returned, smiled at the little guy asleep on her lap and carried the tub out to dispose of the water.

      There went any hope of getting her own bath.

      She lifted her chin. Tomorrow she would go with Jesse to turn Mikey over to the Newmans. They would know who she was.

      She stiffened inside. What if she didn’t care for what she learned? She sucked in a deep breath. She would face whatever the future held with as much strength as she could muster.

       Chapter Five

      Jesse smiled as he hung the small garments on the line. What a pleasure he’d had bathing and dressing the little guy. Seeing him asleep on Emily’s lap, his blond hair damp from his bath, filled Jesse’s heart with yearning. He blamed the Marshalls for that feeling. They’d all married and ended up with ready-made families, their happiness evident to all.

      Jesse did not plan to seek the same. But he had a job to do, taking care of Emily and Mikey until he could see her safely to the Newmans. He would go out there tomorrow and locate the family. He’d take her along because, as she said, when he found the Newmans they would be expecting Mikey, though it bothered him to think they lived close to the rough mining town. He planned to look around Wolf Hollow for a man with silver-tipped boots, but he wouldn’t do that until Emily and Mikey were turned over to the Newmans and safely settled.

      He should be happy for them that they had found the family expecting them, but it would be hard to leave Emily in the care of strangers when she didn’t remember who she was. Of course, they might know her. Perhaps seeing them would trigger her memory.

      While he thought about the situation, he worked. Perhaps he was being too bold in thinking Emily would enjoy a bath, but he doubted it. He had built Gram a little outdoor washhouse at the corner of her home. It was a place she could do the laundry in the warm months and also enjoy a leisurely bath in total privacy.

      He returned to the kitchen. “Let me take him upstairs and tuck him into his bed.” He edged his arms around the boy. The three of them formed a triangle of bodies. He wanted to pull her into his arms and hold her tight. Assure her he would take care of her. But he didn’t have the right and he avoided looking directly at Emily, too aware of the wayward direction of his thoughts. He straightened, breaking contact with her arms.

      Mikey snuffled but didn’t waken.

      Emily pushed to her feet. “I better make sure he’ll be okay.”

      “I can handle this. I prepared a bath for you.” By the heat in his cheeks, he knew his ruddy complexion had darkened. Would she be offended by his offer?

      Her eyes widened. “Really? You did that for me?”

      “I thought you’d enjoy it.”

      Her breath came out in a whoosh. “You have no idea how much I longed for one. But how did you know?” She brushed her hand over her hair. “I guess it’s self-evident.”

      If his arms hadn’t been full he would have caught her hands and assured her he had only been thinking of her comfort.

      She looked about, a question in her eyes.

      He grinned, enjoying her confusion. “Did you notice the little shed at the side of the house?”

      She nodded, her gaze clinging to his, full of expectation. “Yes?”

      If only he could answer all her questions as easily as he answered this one. “You’ll find a tub full of water awaiting you.”

      “Thank you.” She caught up the basket of clothing Annie had left and scurried away.

      He chuckled softly, then took Mikey upstairs and put him into bed. He pulled a chair close and sat watching the boy sleep. The little guy sucked his thumb and snuggled into the covers.

      As he waited to make sure Mikey would stay asleep, he prayed for this pair he had rescued and wisdom for himself. Something about their precarious state triggered a protective yearning in the depths of his heart. He recognized the dangers of letting his heart rule his head. But perhaps his concern was justified, even if his duties as the sheriff didn’t require he help this pair. He knew what it was like to feel lost, abandoned, wondering if anyone cared. Except he’d always had Gram and he added thanks to his prayers.

      Mikey didn’t stir, so Jesse returned downstairs. Gram stepped from her workroom.

      “How are they?”

      He tipped his head toward the ceiling. “Little guy is asleep. Emily is out in the washhouse.”

      “Oh, good. I wanted to offer her a bath but didn’t know if she would think I was commenting on her condition.”

      The sound of the back door opening warned of Emily’s return. She wore a red plaid robe and matching slippers. Her hair hung down her back, now dark as new leather gloves. Her cheeks were pink. Her eyes seemed bluer, as if darkened by the evening dusk.

      She kept her gaze lowered.

      He understood she must feel awkward. “Mikey didn’t even stir when I put him into bed.”

      She nodded. “I would have emptied the tub but I wasn’t sure what you wanted done with the water.”