“Well, what do you think?”
He looked blankly at her.
Her expression fell, and she cast a forlorn look over the family room. “Can’t you see the difference?”
Ethan slowly scanned the room. All the sheets were off the furniture, the brass lamps gleamed and the hardwood floor had been polished to a high shine. “I can’t believe you did all this already.”
She lifted a shoulder. “It’s amazing how much you can get done when there’s no TV to distract you.” She laughed self-consciously, the sound sweeter than pecan pie. “Come see the blue bedroom.”
He let her lead the way, bracing himself for the assault of tormenting memories. But as he stepped into the room, all he saw was how cheery it seemed. The drapes had been tied back, letting the early-morning sun stream in through crystal-clean windows. Without dust covering everything, the oak headboard and nightstands and dresser looked new and inviting. Something else was different, too….
“Well? Think the girls will like it?”
He slowly nodded, trying to figure out what had changed. “You probably didn’t notice, but I swapped the comforter for one I found in the linen closet. This yellow one makes the room cheerier.”
He remembered now. The other quilt was a navy blue and tan one his mother had made the year she died. Emily had used it as a remembrance.
“Is something wrong? Wasn’t I allowed to go into the linen closet? You hadn’t mentioned it being off limits.”
Ethan looked at Sara. She was wringing her hands, her eyes dark and wary. “No, I didn’t. I, uh, it’s fine, Sara. The room looks real nice.”
“Where are you going?” She hurried after him down the hall. He had the sudden urge to get out and breathe some fresh air.
“I forgot something in the truck. I’ll be right back.”
“Need some help?”
He stopped abruptly, and she nearly ran into him. He turned in time to grab her shoulders and avoid the collision.
Her wide-eyed gaze lifted to his. “I’m sorry.” Her breathy words fanned his chin.
“My fault. I didn’t signal.”
She laughed softly, and he was amazed that he’d actually attempted a feeble joke. When her gaze lowered to the slim shoulder he still cupped, he quickly dropped his hand.
He stared at her, unable to remember what he was about to do. Clearing his throat, he moved back a step. “I think I’ll just go—”
“You’re leaving?”
The disappointment in her voice sent a flush of pleasure through him. “Actually, I was—” He gestured toward nowhere in particular.
“Oh, yeah.” She smiled. “You were going out to get something in your truck.”
“Right.” He immediately headed for the door, calling himself every kind of dumb jackass. He wasn’t some wet-behind-the-ears seventeen-year-old. He didn’t even like petite, fair-haired women. And he wasn’t in the market for a fling or anything else. Dammit.
So why in the hell was he getting all tongue-tied and weak-kneed? And stupid. He was being really stupid. Maybe he ought to reconsider Sam’s offer. Let him make a fool of himself. Because something about that woman would do it. Make a man do something foolish he’d end up regretting for a long time.
He circled his truck a couple of times, trying to regulate his breathing. Anger more than anything was throwing him off balance. That he could have this physical reaction to a woman he barely knew galled him.
Removing his hat, he lifted his face to the warmth of the faint winter sun and closed his eyes. Maybe he was getting all worked up over nothing. Of course he would have a reaction to a woman. It had nothing to do with Sara, personally. He was thirty-six years old, for cripes’ sake, hardly over the hill. And he hadn’t had any female company in a mighty long time.
At that thought, he slumped against his truck. It was by his own choice, he reminded himself. The problem was, he wanted to keep it that way. But he wouldn’t be able to if Sara kept smiling at him.
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