The Cowboy's Gift-Wrapped Bride. Victoria Pade

they were in the kitchen, Matt took the cup out of her hand and pointed to the breakfast nook with his slightly but sexily dimpled chin.

      “Sit while I make your tea,” he ordered.

      “I can do it. I’m really okay today. Well, except for the screws that are loose in my head.” Loose screws that had her thinking more about him than about what she should be thinking about.

      “Nope. You’re a guest here and guests don’t make their own tea,” he decreed.

      Since there didn’t seem to be a point in arguing, Jenn opted for changing the subject. “Has there been any word from the sheriff or the radio station about me?”

      Matt put a fresh cup filled with water into the microwave and turned it on.

      “The phone lines were apparently fixed during the night because they’re up and running again. I called the sheriff’s office an hour or so ago. He said there’s still been no response from the general public. He contacted the Cheyenne and Denver police early this morning, but you don’t fit the description or the names in any of the missing persons cases.”

      Jenn just nodded, knowing it was probably par for the course for other police departments to be contacted by Elk Creek’s sheriff but feeling uneasy with the thought of it anyway.