“Seriously?”

“I’m serious. She loves it. Then again, she always did hate the ranch.”

His tone turned contemplative. “So, Lyndon Valley produced more than one city dweller.”

“You two would probably have a lot in common.” Mandy kept her voice flip, careful not to betray her disquiet at the thought of Caleb and Katrina. She wasn’t jealous of her baby sister. She’d never cared about being glamorous before, and she wasn’t about to start now.

“What about you?” Caleb asked. “Do you like the ranch, living and working so closely with your family?”

“Absolutely.” Mandy couldn’t imagine any other life. She loved the quiet, the simplicity, the slower pace and the wide-open spaces.

“What about when you get married?”

“Nobody’s asked me yet.”

“You plan to raise your children on the ranch?”

“I do.” She nodded with conviction. “Kids need fresh air, hard work, a sense of responsibility and purpose.”

Caleb was silent for a long moment.

“What about you?” Mandy asked. “You plan to raise your children in a high-rise apartment?”

He stretched onto his back, lacing his fingers behind his head. “That’s a very long way off.”

“But you do plan to have children one day.”

“I don’t know.” He sighed. “I didn’t have much of a role model for a father.”

“You’re nothing like he was.”

“I’m nothing like your father, either.” He turned to look at her. “He’s a fantastic family man. I’m better at business, focused, driven and narcissistic.”

“You cared that you might have to lay people off just now,” she pointed out. “That isn’t narcissistic behavior. It is empathetic, compassionate behavior.”

He turned toward her again, his thigh coming fully up against hers, his midnight-blue gaze capturing hers in the gathering dawn. “You comfortable behind those rose-colored glasses?”

“You cared, Caleb.”

“I’m not the devil incarnate. But that doesn’t mean I should be raising children.”

“What do you want to do? With your future?”

“I’ve been thinking in two- or three-month increments for an awful long time now.”

“Okay,” she allowed. “Where do you want to be in three months?”

His gaze softened on hers, and he reached out to smooth back a lock of her hair. “I can tell you where I want to be in five minutes.”

Her chest hitched, and her lungs tightened around an indrawn breath. His finger traced down the curve of her cheek, along her neck, to trace the vee of her blouse. Her pulse jumped and prickly heat formed on her skin.

“You took off your jeans,” he told her in a husky voice. “Why did you take off your jeans?”

“They’re uncomfortable to sleep in.”

“I thought it was to make me crazy.”

She shook her head. “You kept your pants on, I figured we were safe enough.”

His mouth curved in a small smile. “Since you cuddle in your sleep?”

“I never knew I did that.” She felt as though she could fall forever into the depths of his sexy eyes. “I’ve never slept with a man before.”

“No way.”

“I was in a girls dorm in college.”

His hand dropped away, and his expression turned guarded. “You’re not…”

“A virgin?” She couldn’t help but laugh at the guilt on his face. “Didn’t I just tell you I went to college?”

“You scare me, Mandy.”

She sobered, unfamiliar feelings bubbling to life inside her. She might not be a virgin, but her experience was with swaggering eighteen- and nineteen-year-olds. They were about as different from Caleb as a person could get.

“You scare me, too,” she told him on a whisper.

“Scaring you is the last thing I want to do.”

She nodded, and he slowly leaned in to kiss her.

His lips were firm but soft, confident as they slanted across hers. They parted, hot and delicious. And he pressed her back into the pillow, one arm snaking around the small of her back, pulling her up against him.

A surge of desire swelled inside her. Her back instinctively arched, and she parted her own lips, opening to his tongue, savoring the intense flavor of his passion. Her arms went around his neck, anchoring her, while her breasts rubbed against his chest. Her nipples went hard, tight, intensely sensitive.

He groaned, sliding his hand down her hip, over her silky panties, down her bare thigh. His kisses wandered along the crook of her neck, circling her ear, separating her blouse to kiss his way to the tip of her shoulder.

She pressed her lips against his neck, drawing his skin into the heat of her mouth, tasting salt and dried rainwater. His hand convulsed on her bottom, voice going hoarse. “You’re killing me, Mandy.”

“Is that good?” It felt good from her side. Very, very good.

He kissed her shoulder, kissed her neck, kissed her mouth, dragging her pelvis tight against his. “You need to tell me yes or no.”

She opened her mouth to say yes.

But he pulled back, and his sober expression stopped her.

“I…” She suddenly hesitated. This wasn’t college. This was far more complicated than college.

“We step over this cliff,” he warned her in an undertone, “we can’t come back again.”

She struggled to interpret his words. “Are you saying no?” she asked in a small voice.

When he didn’t answer, her stomach clenched tight. Was she being swept along on this tidal wave alone? How humiliating. She stiffened.

When he finally answered, his voice was controlled and compassionate. “I’m saying you’re not the kind of woman I usually date. You need to think about this.”

She pulled back farther, feeling as if she’d been doused in cold water. She hardened her tone. “Excellent suggestion.”

Without giving him a chance to say anything more, she flounced out of the bed and snagged her jeans from the floor. “In fact, now that you mention it, breakfast is probably a much better idea.”

She strode her way toward the bathroom, hoping against hope the light was too dim for him to get a good view of her scantily clad rear end.


Feet apart, wearing the brand-new pair of steel-toed boots he’d purchased at the Lyndon shopping mall, Caleb chainsawed his way through the third fallen tree on Bainbridge Avenue. The physical work felt good, and tearing trees apart gave him an outlet for his sexual frustration.

Lyndon was a mess this morning. Mandy hadn’t been far off when she’d guessed last night was the storm of the century. The wind, rain-and even hail in some places-had taken down trees, damaged buildings and sent several people to the hospital. Fortunately, no one had serious injuries.

Mandy was on the clearing crew a few hundred yards down the road. Hands protected by leather gloves, with about a dozen other people, she was hauling branches and sections of tree trunk to waiting pickup trucks. Though Caleb’s gaze strayed to her over and over again, he told himself that this morning had been for the best. If she wasn’t ready, she wasn’t ready. And he wasn’t going to push her into something she’d regret.

In other parts of town, Caleb knew many other crews were working, while construction experts, carpenters and engineers assessed the damage to buildings and other town infrastructure.

His phone buzzed in his breast pocket, and he shut down the chain saw, setting it on the ground by his feet. He stripped off his leather gloves, releasing the pocket button and fumbling his way into the deep pocket to address the persistent buzzing.

“Terrell here,” he barked shortly.

“Caleb? It’s Seth.”

“Oh, hey, Seth.” Caleb swiped back his sweaty hair. “Everything all right with your dad?”

“Better and better. They’re going to start some physical and speech therapies in a few days.”

“That’s great news.”

“Agreed. Listen, have you seen any of the storm coverage? It’s all about how bad Lyndon got hit last night.”

“We’re in the thick of it,” Caleb replied, glancing around once more at the destruction. “Mandy and I are still in town.”

Seth’s tone turned worried. “Is she okay?”

“She’s a hundred percent. We’re helping out with the cleanup.”

“Good. That’s a relief. Listen, the cleanup is what I wanted to talk to you about. As the president of Active Equipment, is there a possibility of you making a donation to the town? Maybe a couple of loaders.”

“Absolutely,” Caleb responded, wondering why he hadn’t thought of it himself. “Let me see which dealers are closest, and how quickly they can respond.”

“That would be terrific.”

“Hey, no problem. They can use all the help they can get here.”

“And…uh…Caleb?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you be comfortable with me making the public announcement? I don’t want to steal your PR or anything.”

Caleb got it. “But it wouldn’t hurt your mayoralty campaign any to be the front man on this?”

“Exactly.”

“Hey, go for it,” said Caleb. “It was your idea. You deserve the credit.”

“Thanks.” Seth’s tone was heartfelt.

“Happy to help out. Are you coming into town?”

“I’m going to try. But it may take a while. The airport’s closed.”

“Wow.” Caleb was surprised to learn about the airport. “I’m working on Bainbridge. This thing must have hit the entire town.”

“Get to a television when you can. They’ve got aerials.”

“I’m on the business end of a chain saw for the moment. And I think power’s out all over the place.”

“Mandy’s okay?” Seth confirmed.

“She’s a trouper,” said Caleb, his gaze going to where she struggled with a section of tree trunk that had to be thirty-six inches across. To his astonishment, she smiled while she worked, obviously making a joke to the man beside her.

“That, she is,” Seth agreed. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“Roger, that.” Caleb signed off.

After making a few calls to Active Equipment headquarters and giving them Seth’s contact information, Caleb resettled his gloves and yanked on the pull cord for the chain saw. The action restarted the engine, and he braced his foot on the big log in front of him, ripping his way through the next section of the downed cedar tree.

Working methodically, he made it to the end of the tree, sheering off branches and bucking the trunk into manageable sections. Then he glanced up to see Travis approaching, thirty feet away.

Caleb shut it down again, wiping his forehead. “Where’d you come from?”

Travis glanced around. “Whoa. This is unbelievable.”

“Tell me about it. You should have heard them coming down last night. You here to help?”

“I am now.” He tugged a pair of work gloves out of the back pocket of his jeans. “My original plan was to bring Danielle in to the airport.”

Caleb glanced around but didn’t see Danielle among the workers. “Airport’s closed.”

“We know that now. But she was getting pretty antsy this morning.”

“Where is she?”

“I dropped her off at the coffee bar. She wasn’t exactly dressed for brush clearing.”

Caleb cracked a smile. “I think it would be dangerous to let her loose out here.”

“She might break a nail?”

“She might get somebody killed.”

Travis raked a hand through his short hair. “Yeah, she’s definitely better with a computer than with power tools. She’s making calls to see what her options are for getting back to Chicago.”

“She can take my jet,” Caleb offered, seeing an opportunity to make amends for some of the unfortunate complications of her trip to Colorado.

Caleb retrieved his phone and dialed Danielle’s cell. He made the offer of the jet and asked her to touch base with Seth to make sure the heavy-equipment donation went quickly and smoothly. Then he signed off.

“That’ll give her something productive to do,” he told Travis.

Travis glanced around. “Where do you need me?”

“See the tall kid in the blue T-shirt?”

“At the black pickup?”

“He’s keeping the chain saws fueled and sharp. Grab one, and you can start at the other end of that tree.” Caleb pointed as he moved on. “If we can open up this next hundred yards, we’ll have a corridor to the highway.”

“Will do,” said Travis. “By the way, it was nice of you to let Seth organize that equipment donation.”

“His idea,” said Caleb, flipping the switch and setting up to restart the chain saw. “Besides, Lyndon will be lucky to have him as mayor.”


Mandy hopped up onto the tailgate of a pickup truck to take a break from the heavy hauling work. She was tired and sweating, and her shoulders were getting sore.

Somebody put a cup of coffee in her hand. She offered her thanks and took a grateful sip. She normally took cream and sugar, but she wasn’t about to complain. It was nearly two in the afternoon, and she’d been hauling brush steadily since breakfast.

Her animosity toward Caleb had been forgotten when the sun came up and they saw what the storm had done. In fact, it seemed frivolous now to have even been thinking about lovemaking this morning.