Katy looked relieved. “Okay.”
Mary Beth grabbed a few things and hobbled away. She hurriedly brushed her hair and her teeth and dressed in a blue T-shirt dress and one sneaker. She even took time to dab on a bit of blush and some lipstick—though she couldn’t imagine why. It wasn’t as if she cared how J.J. saw her.
She glared at her reflection. You are the worst liar in seven states. Her heart was practically doing a tap dance at the notion of seeing J.J.
When Mary Beth came out, Katy was sitting on the bar that ran along the wall separating the dining area from the kitchen. J.J. stood beside her, one boot heel hooked over the bar rail. Katy was eating a doughnut, and J.J. was grinning at the little scamp.
“Hi, Mommy. Sheriff J.J. brought us some doughnuts. They’re good. Want one?”
“I thought we were going to have a cheese omelette.”
Katy looked sheepish. “I forgot.”
“Just one doughnut, young lady. No more. You shouldn’t have too many sweets.”
“Sorry about that,” J.J. said. “Vera from down at the City Grill sent them. And some milk. She was afraid you didn’t have anything to eat. Tell the truth, so was I.”
“The former tenants must have decided that they didn’t have room to take both booze and food when they hit the road. Luckily, they cleaned out the bar, except for a few liqueurs, and left the food. The menu might be a bit limited, but we have plenty to eat.”
“What’s booze?” Katy asked.
“Grown-up drinks,” Mary Beth said.
“Like coffee?”
“No, stronger than coffee. Speaking of coffee, J.J., do you know how to work that coffee machine? I’d love a cup. I was too tired to figure it out last night. Have you had breakfast?”
“No. I thought I’d take you to the City Grill for a bite.”
“Thanks, but I’ll fix that omelette I was planning.” She turned and headed for the kitchen.
“Still think your mommy is upset with me?” J.J. asked.
Mary Beth heard Katy whisper, “I don’t know, but you should ’pologize for saying a rude word. I always have to ’pologize.”
In the kitchen, she fired up the monster of a stove and laid out eggs, cream and cheese. In no time, she cooked a perfect large cheese omelette and divided it among three plates, giving a small portion to Katy.
“Need some help?” J.J. asked behind her.
“Yes, thanks. Carrying things is a problem with crutches.” She put the plates and forks on a tray, along with mugs for coffee, and he carried it to a table.
He glanced at the remnants of their bedding. “That where you slept last night?”
“Yes. It was quite comfortable.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I’ll bet.” He got a booster seat for Katy from a spot near the cash register and lifted her into her place at the table. He brought over a steaming pot of coffee and poured mugs for Mary Beth and himself. He also brought a small carton of milk and a straw for Katy.
“Thanks,” she told him.
“No problem. And I’d like to apologize for saying a rude word earlier.”
“Apology accepted.”
J.J. glanced at Katy and winked. She giggled.
After he’d taken a couple of bites, he said, “This is really good.”
“Thanks. Sorry I can’t offer toast or croissants, we’re fresh out.”
“We don’t have any orange juice either,” Katy said. When Mary Beth frowned slightly at her, she added, “But this milk is very good, Sheriff J.J. And Mommy made chocolate milk for me last night.”
J.J. didn’t say much until Katy finished eating and left to find a puzzle in her bag of toys. Then he said, “Mary Beth, I hope you’re not planning to spend another night in this place.”
“Actually, I’m planning on spending several. For the time being, this is our home.”
“Hell’s bells, Mary Beth, you can’t—”
“J.J., don’t tell me I can’t. I own this property and I don’t have any other options but to stay here. My family is all gone, I’m just about broke, and until I get my foot out of this cast, I can’t work. We’re staying here,” she said firmly. “It’s mine and it’s free.”
“But you have friends in town, and I’ll bet that my brother—”
“No, J.J. Until I can stand on my own two feet again, we’re staying here, and that’s final. There’s plenty of food in the freezer, and we have utilities for another couple of weeks.”
“Mary Beth, that doesn’t make a lick of sense.”
“It does to me. The matter isn’t open for discussion.”
“Dwight said you were hidebound and determined.”
“He’s right.”
“How long before your cast comes off?”
“About another week.”
He sighed and shook his head. “Well, I guess staying here for a week won’t hurt. Do you need any groceries or anything?”
“There’s quite a bit of food here, but I would appreciate it if you could pick up some milk and bread and eggs for me. And a jar of peanut butter. Katy adores peanut butter.”
“Anything else?”
“No, those are the essentials. Except for a mousetrap.”
“Got mice?”
“I don’t know, but I heard some suspicious sounds last night.”
J.J. reared back in his chair. “Might be rats instead of mice. Big ones. You might want to rethink staying here.” His expression was just short of smug.
She fought a shudder. “Uh-uh. Won’t work. I’m not going to be chased away by rats—either the two-legged or four-legged variety. Just get a bigger trap. Let me get my purse.”
“I’ll spring for the stuff,” he said gruffly.
“I’m not ready to accept charity.”
“Don’t go getting your nose all out of joint. I’m just being neighborly. That’s the way we do things around here in case you’ve forgotten.”
A sudden lump formed in her throat and she swallowed hard. “I haven’t forgotten,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.
Their eyes met for a moment, then he glanced away and rose quickly, clearing his throat. “Thanks for the omelette. I’d better get a move on. Got work to do.”
He grabbed his hat and was gone before she could get to her purse. J.J. was a truly nice man. And still sexier than buttered sin. If all those years ago, he hadn’t—
She sighed.
But he had and that was that. She called Katy to help her take the dishes to the kitchen.
“I like Sheriff J.J.,” Katy said as Mary Beth loaded the dishwasher. “He’s nice.”
“Yes, he’s very nice.”
“He said he had a niece and a few about my age that I could play with sometime. What’s a niece and a few, Mommy?”
Mary Beth smiled. “I think he meant a niece and a nephew. The children of a person’s brothers and sisters are called