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Автор: Michelle Major
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sound like your uncle,” Nate said, a ball of emotion lodging in the back of his throat. “Do you know he put hot sauce on everything?”

      Bianca chuckled softly. Nate’s gaze tracked to her and they shared a smile, clearly both remembering the man they had in common. “I once saw him shake hot sauce on a brownie.”

      “Yuck.” EJ made a face. “I like ketchup.”

      “Me, too,” Nate agreed. “But not on a peanut butter and honey sandwich.”

      “Do you own horses?” EJ asked.

      “Yes.”

      “Cows?”

      “Yep.”

      “Pigs?”

      Nate shook his head. “No pigs, but we have a chicken coop.”

      “Do you make nuggets out of them?”

      “They lay eggs,” Nate explained, grinning at the boy. “I’ll make you an omelet in the morning.”

      “I like cereal,” the boy told him. “Where’s my room? Do I have a place to put my clothes? Can Roscoe have his own pillow?”

      “Let’s eat lunch and then I’ll give you a tour of the house.”

      “EJ,” Bianca said, putting a hand on the boy’s thin shoulder. “Can you thank Mr. Nate for letting us stay with him?”

      “Thank you,” EJ said, then added, “I need to pee.”

      “Bathroom’s right around the corner,” Nate said, pointing toward the hall.

      As the boy skipped out of the room, Bianca let out an audible breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t mention him at the start.”

      “It’s fine.”

      “I wasn’t sure—”

      “Bianca.” Nate stepped forward and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m happy to have both you and EJ here. He reminds me so much of Eddie. I bet your brother loved having a little mini-me running around. I can’t believe he never mentioned a nephew.”

      “EJ’s a great kid,” she said, not directly addressing his comments. “He has a lot of energy, just like Eddie.”

      “It should serve him later in life. Eddie had more stamina in his little finger than the rest of our squadron combined.”

      “I hope it does,” she said, almost wistfully. “He’s the light of my life. I’d do anything for him.”

      She blinked several times and turned to look out the family room’s picture window to the fields south of the house. Nate had a million questions, but suddenly she seemed so fragile, and he was afraid she might cry if he pushed her for details on how she’d ended up at his house. He couldn’t stand to see a woman cry, especially not one who was clearly trying to hold it together.

      As he looked at her more closely, he noticed faint circles under her big eyes, like she hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep in ages. Where was EJ’s father? Nate knew if he had a son, he’d be a part of his life.

      Was EJ’s father dead or had he deserted Bianca? Nate thought about his newly discovered extended family of Fortunes. He and his brothers had grown up simply, unlike Gerald and Charlotte Robinson’s children. But they’d had a mother who loved them and the ranching couple who’d taken Deborah in, pregnant and alone, when she’d had nowhere else to turn. Did his mom ever feel as weary and desperate as Bianca looked right now? His heart clenched at the thought.

      “Ham or turkey?” he shouted suddenly, then forced a calming breath when Bianca whirled to him, her brown eyes wide.

      “Excuse me?”

      “Didn’t mean to startle you,” he told her. “I’m going to make sandwiches. Would you like ham or turkey?”

      “You really don’t—”

      “I’ll choose if you don’t.”

      Her delicate brows furrowed as she stared at him. “Turkey,” she said finally, and with that one word Nate felt like he’d won some sort of battle. He liked winning.

      “Great. Lunch will be ready in ten minutes.” He paused on his way to the kitchen. “Unless you need help unloading your bags from the car.”

      “No,” she said, almost too quickly. “We don’t have much. Just a weekend bag. We’re not staying that long. I don’t want to impose. It won’t—”

      “You can stay as long as you like,” he told her. “Eddie was family, Busy Bee. That makes you family, too. If you want to tell me what’s going on, I’ll listen. If not, I won’t intrude. But know that you have a place here.”

      He saw the sharp rise of her chest as his words seemed to hit their mark. “Thank you,” she whispered, and then hurried out of the room.

      * * *

      “It’s quiet here.”

      EJ flipped onto his side to face Bianca on the double bed in Grayson’s room later that night.

      “We’re in the country,” she said, gently pushing back the lock of hair that had flopped into his eyes. It was dark in the room, other than the faint glow from the night-light she’d plugged into the wall near the door. She’d told Nate that she and EJ could share a bedroom, but he’d insisted EJ could take Grayson’s room and she could use his mom’s since they’d be on the rodeo circuit until spring.

      Her son loved claiming the space as his own, and Bianca wondered if she might actually get a decent night’s sleep without the noise from the freeway across the street from their run-down apartment building in San Antonio. “There are country sounds here.”

      “Like the horses and cows,” EJ said in wonder, inching closer until his leg pressed against hers and she could smell his toothpaste-scented breath. She’d be sad when her boy got old enough that he didn’t want to snuggle any longer.

      “Don’t forget the chickens,” she told him.

      “The rooster is my favorite.”

      She dropped a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. “The rooster might even wake up earlier than you, buddy.”

      “No one wakes up earlier than me, Mommy.”

      Bianca sighed. “Think of this as vacation. You can sleep late.”

      He yawned, then smiled. “I don’t like to sleep late.”

      “I know, bud.”

      “I like it here,” he said sleepily.

      “Me, too,” she whispered, almost afraid to say the words out loud for fear she’d jinx her new bit of luck. She rolled her shoulders against the mattress, amazed at how light she felt. Strange that the weight she’d been carrying for so long it felt a part of her had already started to lift.

      She needed to find a way to earn her keep on the ranch, but not having the pressure of a dead-end job and the stress of worrying about childcare for EJ was a gift. She’d been running on all cylinders for so long with no time to catch her breath or figure out a plan for making a better life. Nate Fortune, with his matter-of-fact demeanor and quiet intensity, seemed to have no issue with giving her space. True to his word, he hadn’t pushed her for details about her circumstances. Not during the simple but satisfying lunch he’d made or on the brief tour of the house he’d led them on after they ate.

      He seemed to be almost more comfortable with EJ than he was with her, patiently answering EJ’s litany of questions while barely making eye contact with her.

      She had a healthy dose of curiosity where the former navy SEAL was concerned.

      Why did he leave the service and return to Paseo in the first place? She knew he’d been with Eddie on the mission that had killed