# Your Ranch Or Mine?

Cindy Kirk

## “It was always like that when we were together,” Anna said. “As if nothing else in the world existed.”

Mitch dragged the toe of his boot in the sand and when his swing came to a complete halt, he stood. “But you didn’t know what made me tick and I certainly never knew what drove you.”

“All these years we’ve been left to wonder what might have been,” she mused as her swing slowed to a stop. “Wondering if great sex would have led to a great relationship if given the chance.”

He grabbed her hand and tugged her to her feet. “That’s why we should date. By the time it ends there won’t be any more unanswered questions.”

“How long do you think it will take for us to get sick of each other?”

“I don’t know,” he said, unable to pull his gaze from her lips. “I guess that’s what we’re going to find out.”

Dear Reader,

Do you ever wonder what it would be like if you ran into an old boyfriend? For me the encounter would probably happen on a day that I looked my worst. One of those days when I decide to just pop over to the grocery store for some milk. One of those days when I tell myself there’s no need to dress up. No need to fool with makeup or hair. After all, who am I going to see at such an oddball time? I’ll tell you who I’ll see—people I haven’t seen in years. People who look their best making me look even worse. People who will forever have that horrible image of me in their mind’s eye.

Life doesn’t give too many do-overs. That’s what I like about Your Ranch or Mine. Mitch and Anna are given the opportunity to see if love they felt for each other all those years earlier is still there. And despite their fears, they put their hearts on the line.

Here’s hoping you get that elusive second chance in your own life!

Cindy Kirk

## Your Ranch Or Mine? Cindy Kirk


www.millsandboon.co.uk

## CINDY KIRK

has loved to read for as long as she can remember. In first grade she received an award for reading one hundred books. Growing up, summers were her favorite time of the year. Nothing beat going to the library, then coming home and curling up in front of the window air-conditioning unit with a good book. Often the novels she read would spur ideas and she’d make up her own story (always with a happy ending). When she’d go to bed at night, instead of counting sheep, she’d make up more stories in her head. Since first selling to Harlequin in 1999, Cindy has been forced to juggle her love of reading with her passion for creating stories of her own…but she doesn’t mind. Writing for the Special Edition series is a dream come true. She only hopes you have as much fun reading her books as she has writing them!

Cindy invites you to visit her Web site at www.cindykirk.com.

To my wonderful friend, Susan Powers-Alexander.

We may not be related by blood, but in my heart

I’m proud to call you my sister.

Thank you for all the support and caring.

## Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

## Chapter One

Thirty-year-old Anna Anderssen never considered herself a coward. Still, she backed out of the café in Sweet River, Montana, as fast as her legs could carry her.

Once outside she pressed her spine against the brick wall, taking in huge gulps of air. Her heart slammed against her ribs and her insides trembled.

Mitchell Donavan. Her first lover. The man she thought she’d never see again…had come home.

She’d been lucky. Although his back had been to her, at any moment he could have turned around. If he had, their eyes would have locked. Anna knew what would have happened then. The surprise in his vivid blue depths would have been replaced by anger. Perhaps even hatred. After all, what kind of woman—

Stop, she told herself, as she had so many times over the past years, you’re not that girl anymore. But was that true? Could a person really change their character? A frisson of doubt washed over her and it suddenly became hard to breathe. Anna closed her eyes and a mantra—or was it a prayer?—found its way to her lips. “Oh, God. Please. Oh, God—”

“Anna?”

Her lids flew open and Anna blinked against the bright sun. When the person who stood before her came into focus, she nearly groaned aloud. Having a meltdown on Main Street was bad enough. But having one in front of Loretta Barbee, the pastor’s wife, was disastrous.

“Are you all right, dear?” Clearly distressed, the woman’s hands fluttered in the air as she spoke. The short, quick movements reminded Anna of the wrens that frequented her backyard bird feeder. “You’re white as a sheet. Tell me what’s wrong. I’m sure I can help.”

Help? Anna swallowed a nervous giggle. There was no cure for what ailed her. And, as far as what was wrong, what could she say? That she’d seen Mitch Donavan talking to her brother and had run out of the café faster than a white-tailed jackrabbit?

Yeah, right. Saying that to this concerned soul would be the height of foolishness. Although Mrs. Barbee was a genuinely nice person, she was also one of Sweet River’s biggest gossips.

Since a direct answer was clearly out, Anna was forced to try a different tactic. She fanned her face with exaggerated movements of one hand. “I’m fine. Just overheated.”

“Perhaps I should get Seth.” Mrs. Barbee’s gaze darted to the front door of the café as if expecting Anna’s brother to instantly appear. “He could take you home.”

“No.” The word burst like a bullet from Anna’s lips.

Mrs. Barbee took a step back and brought a hand to her chest as if she’d felt the impact. But instead of pain, her eyes gleamed with curiosity.

The screen door of The Coffee Pot swung open and Anna jumped. Two cowboys she recognized as acquaintances of Seth’s strode out of the café. When they shot a curious glance her way, Anna realized that unless she wanted her reunion with Mitch to occur under Mrs. Barbee’s watchful eyes, it was time to get moving. She looped her arm through Mrs. Barbee’s and propelled the woman around the corner.

“I’m so happy I ran into you,” Anna chattered, before the minister’s wife had a chance to speak. “I promised Stacie I’d ask Pastor Barbee if he could mention something in his community announcements this Sunday about the Young Professionals group having their first meeting Tuesday night.”

Anna almost ran out of breath before she got it all out. But the string of nonstop words had the desired effect. The suspicious glitter in Mrs. Barbee’s eyes dimmed.

“Lloyd should be at the church.” A thoughtful look crossed the matron’s finely lined face. “I’m headed there now. Would you like to come with me and ask him yourself?”

“What a good suggestion.” Even as she spoke, Anna started down the sidewalk. The way she saw it, each step toward the church was one more step away from the café. “I stopped by The Coffee Pot this morning hoping business would be slow so Stacie and I could have a cup of coffee. But when I saw all the customers, I knew she was too busy to talk.”

“Once your roommate decided to settle here, she certainly embraced our little community.” Mrs. Barbee slanted a sideways glance at Anna. “Buying the café. Resurrecting the Young Professionals group.”

“Stacie likes to keep busy.” Anna kept her response simple, knowing whatever she said would be analyzed and repeated.

“Yes, well.” Mrs. Barbee’s lips pursed together. “Hopefully you can convince her to use some of that boundless energy for projects that benefit the Lord, as well.”

“I’m sure she will, once the wedding is out of the way.” The wedding, or rather the bachelorette party, had been the main reason for Anna’s trip to the café this morning.

A smile lifted her lips at the realization that in only four short weeks, Stacie would marry local rancher Josh Collins. When she’d brought her two friends to Sweet River for a brief stay, she’d never expected one of them to fall in love, buy a diner and decide to make this small town in southern Montana her permanent home.

Of course, Anna had never expected to see Mitch, either. Still feeling the shock, Anna let her gaze linger on the active senior next to her, arms churning as she power-walked her way toward the church. Everyone knew this petite dynamo had her finger on the pulse of the small community. Anna experienced an overwhelming urge to ask her what she knew. Why was Mitch back in Sweet River? Was he here to stay? Or just visiting?

Thankfully she came to her senses before the questions made their way past her lips. Satisfying her curiosity wouldn’t be worth the price she’d pay for the information. One simple question and by nightfall, it would be all over town that Anna Anderssen had been asking after Mitch Donavan.

So, instead of treading on dangerous ground, Anna kept the conversation light. By the time she concluded her business at the church, she’d had a chance to recover from her shock and plot a course of action.

The next time she saw Mitch Donavan she wouldn’t run. She’d walk over and very politely say hello. After all, she wasn’t a spineless wuss. She was a mature, confident woman. It was time she started acting like one.


Anna stared at the picture and wondered if Mercury was in retrograde.

When she’d gotten home from her visit with Pastor Barbee, her roommate, Lauren Van Meveren, had been waiting. The psychologist had announced she had a surprise, then asked Anna to meet her on the porch for some lemonade. Anna had barely sat down when Lauren had pressed a photo of Mitch into her hand.

“Meet Mr. Right.” Lauren flashed a bright smile. “Survey says…the two of you are perfect for each other.”

A distant clap of thunder punctuated the comment. Anna dropped the picture to the table like a hot potato. “Is this a joke?”

Lauren looked up from the lemonade she was pouring and chuckled. “I know. You are so lucky. The guy is superhot.”

There wasn’t a woman alive who’d argue with that. From the time Mitch had been a small boy in Sweet River, Montana, the black-haired child with brilliant blue eyes had turned female heads. His rugged good looks coupled with a standoffish attitude had certainly caught her eye. And with the confidence of a seventeen-year-old beauty queen used to getting her way, Anna had been determined to make him hers. There had been several months of exciting secret trysts before the fun had come to an abrupt end.

Lauren’s blond brows pulled together when Anna didn’t comment. “Do you know him?”

“I do.” Anna kept her voice offhand, but when she picked up the crystal tumbler filled with lemonade, her hand trembled. If Mitch had been any other ex-boyfriend, Lauren would have already known all about him. But Anna had kept secret her long-ago relationship with Mitch. From the community. From her family. From even her closest friends.

Staring into the pale yellow liquid in the glass, Anna marveled at the change a few hours could make. When she’d hopped out of bed this morning, her life had been sunny-side up. Now the yolk had busted.

“Is something wrong with him?” Lauren pressed. “Should I drop him from the study?”

Anna heard the concern in her friend’s voice and realized her silence was giving Lauren a skewed picture of her former lover.

“Mitch’s family didn’t have the best reputation but he’s a good guy.” A gust of wind off the Crazy Mountains ruffled the napkins on the table but, consumed by her own storm of emotions, Anna barely noticed. “He and Seth were best friends in high school.”

Anna let the words hang in the air, knowing the fact that Mitch was Seth’s friend would go far to soothe Lauren’s concerns.

“I hope you’re not hesitating because you think your brother had something to do with the match,” Lauren said finally. “I’d never compromise my research data…not even for Seth.”

Though Lauren’s words were matter-of-fact, Anna could hear the underlying hurt. She leaned across the table and gave her friend’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “I know you wouldn’t.”

Lauren was the most ethical person Anna knew, not only personally but professionally. It was Lauren’s research for her dissertation that had brought the three Denver roommates to Montana.

In order to gather the necessary data, Lauren needed immediate access to lots of single males. Anna’s hometown fit the bill. From the moment they’d arrived in Sweet River four months ago, the research project had been the talk of the town. Though what Lauren regarded as pure science, the locals saw as plain old matchmaking.

“Even without your participation, I should have an adequate sampling.” Lauren’s lips curved in satisfaction. “Thanks to Seth.”

Anna nodded in agreement. Her brother had “encouraged” every single male within a one-hundred-mile radius to participate in Lauren’s survey. That meant he must have asked Mitch. Why else would Mitch do it? The guy could have any woman he wanted….

She stole another glance at his photo. Her heart fluttered in her throat at the thick dark hair and penetrating blue eyes she remembered so well. There was a maturity to his face that hadn’t been there at twenty. The fine lines which now fanned the corners of his eyes only added to his masculine appeal. His lips were—

“I can tell you’re interested.” Lauren’s tone turned teasing. “You need to give your brother’s friend a chance.”

Anna shook her head. “He’s not my type.”

And even if she was interested, Anna had no doubt she was the last person he’d want to date. She couldn’t help but remember the hurtful accusations they’d flung at each other after the town’s centennial celebration all those years ago.

“Okay.” Lauren shrugged and took a sip of lemonade. “I’ll throw you both back into the mix.”

“You can put him in but leave me out.” Anna could have cheered when her voice came out casual and offhand, just as she’d intended. “Between Stacie’s wedding and my work at the law office, I don’t have much free time.”

The excuse sounded convincing. And it was true. She was busy. Several months ago, she’d taken a position helping out local attorney Alexander Darst. The job was supposed to be only part-time, but lately she’d been at the office more than she’d been home.

“We’ll be heading back to Colorado soon, anyway,” Anna added.

“Don’t remind me.” Lauren glanced around and for a second her expression turned wistful. “I’m really going to miss this town. And this house.”

Anna had to agree. When she’d returned to Sweet River, she’d been unsure of the reception she’d receive. To her surprise, she’d been welcomed back into the fold as if she’d never left. After living in a large, impersonal city for thirteen years, it had been…nice. She found herself invited to christenings, to barn dances and to coffee at the café.

“By the way, how did the estimates come out?” Lauren asked.

The question pulled Anna from her reverie.

“Shocking. Horrible.” When Anna had inherited the home from her grandmother, she’d known it needed some work. But she could barely get the estimate for the new roof past her lips.

Lauren gasped. “No way.”

“Way.” Anna sighed. “The contractor said the cost is high because the roof is steep and has all those angles.”

While it might make shingling more difficult, the peaks and valleys were part of the house’s charm. Just like the leaded glass above the large picture window that overlooked the porch. And the high ceilings with the ornate crown molding.

Thunder rumbled overhead and Anna glanced at the sky. The way her day was going it seemed fitting that bright blue had given way to a muddy gray.

“What are you going to do?” Lauren asked, as if Anna had more than one option.

“Have it fixed,” Anna said glumly. She couldn’t believe the money she’d worked so hard to save for the past five years would now go to pay for shingles, nails and black paper. Her dream of owning a clothing boutique had never seemed further away.

Lauren took another sip of lemonade and absently crumbled the last bit of sugar cookie on her plate. “You could sell. Let the buyer pay for the roof.”

“I thought about that.” Anna felt guilty even admitting she’d considered the possibility. Parting with the house would be like selling a member of the family.

Every time she opened the closet door beneath the stairs, the lingering scent of mothballs brought memories from her childhood flooding back. The darkened area behind the coats had been her favorite place to hide from her brother. And the bedroom she now used with the antique medallion-and-leaves wallpaper was where she’d slept whenever she spent the night with her grandmother. Though it might sound crazy, sometimes when she was drifting off to sleep, she swore she felt her grandmother’s lips brush her cheek.

“Grandma Borghild gave me her home to love.” Anna blinked back unexpected tears. “I can’t sell it to a stranger.”

“I understand this is difficult.” Lauren’s gaze lingered on Anna’s stylish geometric print dress and the chunky bracelets encircling her wrist. “But you’re no longer a small-town girl. The place needs constant attention and it’s not like you’re ever going to live here again. In fact, after you leave, who knows when you’ll be back in Sweet River?”

While Anna acknowledged the logic in Lauren’s argument, heaviness filled her heart. Her beloved grandmother had passed on. Her parents now lived in Florida. All she had was her brother, her niece…and this house. “You think I should sell.”

The words came out in a controlled tone, but inside Anna trembled with pent-up emotion.

“Only when you’re ready,” Lauren said softly. “Not before.”

“Montana is such a beautiful place. I wish I could be content here.” Anna glanced at the patch of prairie coneflowers to the left of the porch. They’d been her grandmother’s favorite flower. She’d called them “Mexican Hats” because of their sombrero-shaped flower heads and drooping petals. “Sweet River has just never been enough for me.”

She saw no need to mention that it had been enough once. But she’d been young back then. Naive. In love with someone she’d ultimately let down.

“You and I are a lot alike,” Lauren said. “We know what we want out of life and we’re willing to work hard to make our dreams a reality.”

Lauren didn’t give compliments easily and for Anna, the support was a much-needed confidence booster. The way Lauren talked, the yolk hadn’t broken. The world was still hers for the taking.

“Be careful,” Anna warned, feeling her spirits rise. “Or I might think you’re telling me I can have it all—a new roof, the boutique I’ve always dreamed of and eventually a family of my own.”

“I wouldn’t bet against you.” Lauren shot her a wink. “A determined woman always finds a way to get what she wants.”

## Chapter Two

Mitchell Donavan smiled as his golf ball sailed down the fairway of the Big Timber course before veering to the right.

Though his hadn’t gone as far or as straight as Alexander Darst’s, it had been a respectable hit off the tee. He’d been playing for nearly ten years, ever since he realized that as much business was conducted on the golf course as in the office. If you didn’t play, you could be left out of the game.

Mitch had spent enough of his boyhood on the outside looking in. He didn’t care to repeat the experience as an adult. He hoisted the strap of his bag over his shoulder and started down the fairway.

When he reached his ball, he paused and stared into the distance. The vertical peaks and sawtooth ridges of the Crazy Mountains made him feel at home in a way the ramshackle house of his childhood never had….

“When I went off to college, I always planned to come back here,” Mitch reminisced. In the years since he’d graduated, Mitch had seen his share of the country. But his heart had remained firmly planted in Montana where the land was beautiful, the people genuine and the pace to his liking. “I just never thought the return trip would take this long.”

“What was the holdup?” Alex’s gaze remained focused on his ball as it joined Mitch’s at the edge of the green.

“Wasn’t ready,” Mitch said simply, knowing his reluctance had been more complicated than that. “I had to experience the world outside of Yellowstone County before I came back to settle down.”

“Settle down?”

The gleam in Alex’s eyes made Mitch wish he hadn’t spoken so freely.

“I have someone in my office who’d be perfect for you,” Alex continued.

Mitch pulled a pitching wedge from his bag and moved to set up his next shot. “What’s her name?”

“Anna Anderssen,” Alex said.

A roaring filled Mitch’s ears and he hit the ball harder than he’d intended. It sailed across the green and landed in the sand trap on the other side.

“Ease back on your follow-through,” Alex instructed.

Mitch blinked as if his eyes were exposed to the blazing sun rather than shaded by tinted glasses. “What did you say?”

“You need to pull back—”

“Not that,” Mitch said impatiently. “Before.”

“You mean about Anna?” The gleam was back. “Want me to set you up?”

“Nope.” Mitch’s fingers tightened around the strap of his bag, remembering the blond-haired, blue-eyed charmer who’d once held his heart in the palm of her hand. “I just didn’t realize Seth’s sister was back in town.”

Alex pulled the putter from his bag. “She and a couple friends are living in a big old house on Main.”

“Why did she bother coming back?” Mitch muttered as he stepped into the bunker, sand wedge in hand. He forced himself to concentrate and chipped the ball onto the green. He felt a surge of satisfaction as it kept rolling, circled the cup and dropped into the hole.

“Something to do with her friend Lauren.” Alex’s ball quickly followed Mitch’s into the cup. “She’s the psychologist who’s working on her dissertation research. Didn’t Seth make you complete a questionnaire for her?”

“He made me, all right. Went on and on about her.” Mitch reached down and snagged the balls from the cup and tossed Alex’s to him. “But he didn’t say a word about her being Anna’s friend.”

The name felt odd on his tongue after all these years. Last Mitch knew Anna was living in Denver. And he’d learned that from another high school buddy.

Seth rarely mentioned his sister. Mitch wasn’t sure if his reluctance to discuss Anna was because he didn’t think Mitch would care, or because he suspected something had happened between them that long-ago summer.

None of it mattered, anyway. Anna was the past and Mitch’s eyes were firmly focused on the future. He was no longer the loser from the wrong side of town but a successful architect with his own company. He didn’t need to prove himself to Anna Anderssen anymore.

When he ran into her, he’d be polite but distant. He’d learned his lesson. Never again would he be fooled by a pretty face and laughing blue eyes.


Anna paused in the doorway of the Sweet River Civic Center. She glanced down at her dress and wondered if she had time to go home and change. When Alex’s last appointment of the day had turned out to be more time intensive than he’d anticipated, he’d asked her to represent him at the first meeting of the area’s Young Professionals group.

With the event starting at five-thirty, she had no choice but to come straight from work. In Denver she’d have felt appropriately attired in the stylish burnt-orange sheath she’d worn to work. Especially when coupled with the translucent multicolored bead necklace and designer heels.

But this wasn’t Denver or Chicago or New York. This was Sweet River, Montana, where casual attire usually meant clean jeans and a cowboy shirt for men and a skirt and tank top for women.

She scanned the room and felt tension ease from her shoulders. Though most of the men were wearing jeans, the majority of women had on dresses. Perhaps this wouldn’t be so bad after all….

Anna had barely stepped into the cavernous building when she heard her name over the conversational din. Anna turned and widened her eyes at the sight of the dark-haired woman with the stylish bob hurrying toward her, tall and slender with amber-colored eyes that matched her dress. It had been almost thirteen years since Anna had seen her. Yet she’d have known her anywhere.

“I don’t know if you remember me—” the woman began.

“Of course I do.” Anna wrapped her arms around her and gave her a heartfelt hug. “How could I forget Cassie Els, er, Dodds, volleyball player extraordinaire?”

Cassie had been one of her classmates and captain of the volleyball squad. Though she’d grown up poor, she was smart and ambitious. Not to mention she had a killer serve. No one had been surprised when she’d earned a sports scholarship to the University of Montana. But instead of going off to college, she’d married another classmate, Jack Dodds, and had a baby six months later. The last Anna knew the couple had been living in Omaha with their two boys.

“Those carefree days seem like a lifetime ago.” Cassie’s smile dimmed slightly. “And it’s ‘Els’ again. Jack and I have been divorced almost five years.”

“What happened?”

“Long story.” Cassie waved a hand. “One best told over a pitcher of margaritas and a basket of chips.”

“You name the time and place and it’s a plan,” Anna said. “How long are you in town?”

“I’m back for good.” Cassie’s lips curved up in a smile. “The boys are registered for school and Trenton—he’s almost thirteen—has already started football practice.”

Anna couldn’t believe that Cassie had a boy that old. Of course, if she’d had a child right out of high school, that baby would be almost a teenager.

“I told Mitch I wasn’t sure if a thirty-one-year-old unemployed seamstress qualified as young or professional, but he assured me I did,” Cassie continued. “So here I am.”

Anna swallowed hard. “Mitch?”

“Donavan,” Cassie said. “He moved back, too.”

“With you?” Anna could barely push the words past her suddenly numb lips.

“Goodness no.” Cassie laughed. “But I wouldn’t mind if he had.” Her eyes lit up and she waved a hand at a large group milling around the hors d’oeuvres table. “Mitch. Over here.”

Anna stood frozen in place as a tall cowboy broke away from the others and ambled across the concrete floor toward them.

The urge to flee rose up inside Anna, yet this time she didn’t move a muscle. Instead she straightened her spine, dug her nails into her palms and waited. Mature. Confident. She repeated the words to herself as he drew close.

Anna knew the moment he recognized her because his jaw tightened. Still, to his credit, he kept moving forward. She took advantage of the opportunity to let her gaze linger. His short-sleeved cotton shirt showed off muscular forearms tanned by the sun. Although the majority of the men wore jeans, Mitch had eschewed Wranglers for navy pants. His dark wavy hair, longer than most of the men’s in the room, brushed his collar. She couldn’t help remembering how it had felt to slide her fingers through the soft strands and—

“You know Mitch, don’t you, Anna?” Cassie asked.

Anna fisted her hands tighter and nodded. She took a deep steadying breath and inhaled the tangy scent of his cologne, the same brand he’d worn all those years ago. She’d always loved the way he smelled, the way he tasted….

For a second her composure wavered.

Mature and confident. Fixing a smile firmly on her lips, Anna stuck out her hand. “Nice to see you again, Mitch.”

“I heard you were back in town.” He hesitated for the briefest of seconds before his hand closed over hers. His palms, once rough and callused, were now smooth and the mere touch of his fingers sent electricity shooting up her arm.

Her breath caught in her throat and she wondered if he’d experienced the same jolt. But his face remained expressionless, his eyes shuttered.

He dropped his hand. An awkward silence descended. Thankfully Stacie’s fiancé, Josh Collins, chose that moment to stroll over with a tray of drinks.

“Care for some wine?” Josh asked, his gaze shifting curiously from Anna to Mitch.

“Don’t mind if I do.” Cassie took a glass of chardonnay and smiled her thanks.

When Josh turned to Anna, she shook her head. With Mitch’s presence affecting her so strongly, she needed coherence more than alcohol.

Mitch took a glass of burgundy and grinned. “Looks like someone has put you to work, Collins.”

“I don’t mind.” The handsome rancher shrugged good-naturedly. “This is an important night for Stacie.”

“May I have your attention, please?” Stacie’s voice rang out over the crowd. Once the room grew silent, the vivacious brunette explained the mixer she’d designed to help everyone get better acquainted.

Anna groaned to herself. When she’d walked in and seen all the small tables with two chairs, she’d immediately thought of speed dating. But instead of racing between potential dates, they’d have five minutes at each table to share information about their business or occupation.

“I love this.” Cassie’s eyes snapped with excitement. She turned to Mitch and gave his hand a squeeze. “I’m so happy you asked me to come with you.”

A twinge of something that felt an awful lot like jealousy stabbed Anna in the heart. The emotion took her by surprise. She’d have sworn on a stack of Bibles that any feelings she’d had for Mitch Donavan had disintegrated years ago.

“It was great seeing you again.” Anna focused her entire attention on Cassie. “I’ll give you a call.”

“I’d like tha—”

“Everyone should be in their seats now,” Stacie called out.

“Ooh, I see an empty seat over there.” Cassie flashed Anna a parting smile and hurried to a table where rancher Wes Danker sat.

Anna scanned the room. Only two empty seats remained. Both at the table next to where she and Mitch stood.

Confident. Mature.

“I guess you’re stuck with me.” Anna slipped into the closest chair and rested her folded hands on the table.

“It appears so.” He pulled out the remaining chair and sat down.

Anna inhaled another steadying breath. Then, for good measure, she took one more. She had five whole minutes. More than enough time to apologize.

“Mitch,” she began, her confidence faltering as his enigmatic gaze settled on her. “I realize this is awkward, but I want—”

“Explain about your business,” Josh instructed, moving from table to table. “Or your job. That’s what this time is for.”

Anna didn’t care about the rules. She’d waited thirteen years to make amends and by God, she was going to seize this opportunity.

“Mitch.” She kept her fingers wrapped tightly together, resisting the urge to reach out and touch him. “I—”

“Before I moved back to Sweet River, I had my own architectural firm in Chicago,” he said in a tone you’d use with a stranger. Before she could get another word out, he told her about several of his favorite commercial projects before mentioning that he’d recently started designing custom log homes.

She listened to him extol the many facets of an architect’s life. As he spoke he kept his gaze focused on a spot over her left shoulder. Despite his cool attitude, she heard the pride in his voice as he described several of his designs. This wasn’t just a career for him, but a passion. A passion he’d obviously had since boyhood. Why hadn’t she known this was what he’d always wanted to do with his life?

Because you never asked. You were always too busy talking about yourself.

“Time to switch,” Stacie announced.

Switch? Anna pulled her brows together. “I didn’t get my turn.”

“Sorry,” Josh said with an easy smile. “You can catch up with Mitch later.”

Anna turned back, fully prepared to be a rule-breaker, but Mitch had already risen and moved to the next table. Disappointment rose inside her. Still, Anna consoled herself with the knowledge that once the game of musical chairs was over, she’d have her chance.

But when she finished her last spiel about Alex’s law practice and looked around the room, she realized there would be no second chance with Mitch. Not tonight. The handsome man with brilliant blue eyes had disappeared. And he’d taken the former volleyball captain with him.

## Chapter Three

For seven days after the Young Professionals meeting, Anna stalked Mitch Donavan. Okay, perhaps stalked was too strong a word. But whatever you called it, she made it her business to find out more about him. And the YP meeting was her springboard to all things Mitch.

Whenever she ran into someone who knew him, she’d bring up the YP meeting. She’d start talking about who was there and make sure she mentioned his name.

That’s how she found out he was living next door to Pastor Barbee while his log home at the foothills of the Crazy Mountains was being built. It was how she discovered he worked from home. And that he was now coaching the football team of Cassie’s thirteen-year-old.

That last bit of information had given her pause. Until she reminded herself that Mitch’s personal life was none of her concern. She was merely trying to right a wrong, not hook up with the guy.

Anna flipped open the vanity mirror of her Jeep. Since she’d been small, looking her best had given her comfort and helped still her anxiety. She studied her reflection with a critical eye. From the beauty pageants she’d competed in as a teenager, she’d learned that lips could usually benefit from more color. She pulled a small silver tube from her purse and performed a quick touch-up.

Dropping the lipstick back into the bag, Anna snapped the mirror shut. She’d been parked in the alley behind Mitch’s house for almost twenty minutes. She wasn’t sure what his plans were today. What she did know was the longer she procrastinated, the more likely it was that her visit would conflict with something on his schedule. Not to mention Alex was expecting her to open the office at eight and it was already ten minutes past seven.

Taking a deep breath, Anna opened the car door and headed up a stepping-stone path to Mitch’s house. His temporary home was a small one and a half story built shortly after WWII. The neighborhood surrounding it was filled with similar houses. The plethora of mature trees and flower gardens gave the area a warm, friendly feel.

As Anna climbed the steps of the back deck she could hear sounds of movement coming from the kitchen. While she was relieved Mitch was at home, a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. Would he open his heart enough to see that her remorse was genuine? Or would this trip be in vain?

She’d almost reached the door when a beagle came barreling out of Pastor Barbee’s house. The moment the dog saw her, he skidded to a stop. Before she could say “nice doggy,” the animal began barking as if this was jolly old England and he’d spotted a fox.

While Anna loved animals, a dog acting as a neighborhood alarm clock was a complication she hadn’t envisioned. In fact, she’d parked in the alley specifically to avoid drawing attention to her early-morning visit.

She could only hope that once she got inside, the beagle would stop its incessant yapping. Anna knocked and waited for Mitch to open the door. Five seconds passed. Then ten. She knocked again, harder this time. At twenty seconds the dog put its paws on the step of the deck and began to bay.

Anna dropped her gaze. After only a momentary hesitation, she grabbed the knob. It turned easily in her hand. Her lips lifted in triumph as she pushed it open and stepped inside. The smile wavered when she found herself face-to-face with Mitch Donavan.

Yesterday’s five o’clock shadow darkened his cheeks and his hair looked enticingly disheveled. But it was his attire—or lack of—that sent adrenaline spurting through her veins. “Hello, Mitch.”

An odd breathlessness crept into her voice, a breathlessness that only intensified when her attention slipped from his bare chest to the well-worn jeans.

It was odd she’d never realized that a pair of jeans could be so sexy.

“It’s been a while since I lived in Sweet River,” Mitch said.

Anna jerked her attention to his face.

“Last I knew, when a person knocked, they waited for someone to come to the door and invite them inside.”

Though “breaking and entering” wasn’t her style, if he was trying to make her feel guilty, it wasn’t going to work. She could still hear the beagle barking, but thankfully the door muted most of the sound. Anna lifted her chin. “Desperate circumstances call for desperate measures.”

He crossed his arms, drawing attention to his muscular chest.

Anna’s heart stuttered.

“Desperate?” he asked.

“If I’d waited any longer, Barky Von Beagle would have awakened the entire neighborhood.” Anna’s heart resumed a normal rhythm. She gestured with one hand toward the back door, but Mitch didn’t even glance in that direction. Instead his gaze remained riveted on her.

“Most visitors come to the front door,” he said. “Why did you come to the back?”

A simple question. An easy answer. “I didn’t want anyone to see me.”

Mitch lived next door to Pastor Barbee. He knew how Mrs. Barbee loved to talk. He would understand Anna’s desire not to fuel the gossip mill.

But no look of understanding crossed his face. Instead his gaze turned frosty and the temperature in the room plunged twenty degrees. “Why are you here, Anna?”

Considering the way they’d parted, Anna had feared this conversation might be difficult. And from Mitch’s tone, it appeared her fears had been well-founded. Still, she was a woman on a mission. She was determined to apologize, to ease the bad blood between them. But for that to happen she had to find a way to erase the tension so he’d stop glowering and listen to her.

Anna made a great show of sniffing the air. “Coffee smells wonderful. Is there enough for me?”

Mitch hesitated for a second then gestured toward the cupboard. “Extra mugs are in there.”

When he made no move to get one for her, Anna sauntered in that direction, her heart sinking. Perhaps she shouldn’t have come. Maybe some things were better left—

“Cream is in the refrigerator,” he added.

The summer they’d been together he’d often teased her about her fondness for cream with a little bit of coffee. Anna’s steps faltered and she flushed with pleasure. “You remembered.”

His face was a mask, giving nothing away. “What did you want to discuss?”

“Coffee first.” With renewed optimism, Anna chose a mug and filled it with coffee. As she slowly added the cream, she cast surreptitious glances at Mitch. She couldn’t keep her eyes off him. His bare chest with just a smattering of dark hair was turning out to be a distraction she didn’t need. Anna brought the cup to her lips and forced a casual tone. “If you want to get dressed, I can wait.”

For a second she thought he might actually do as she’d suggested. Until he glanced at his jeans and hooked a thumb in a belt loop. “I don’t understand the problem. You’ve seen me in a whole lot less.”

Anna flinched. In all these years she’d never spoken of their relationship to anyone. Though they were the only two in the room, she felt like putting a finger to her lips and telling him to shush.

“Nobody knows that.” A thought suddenly struck her. “You haven’t told anyone, have you?”

“I kept my mouth shut,” he said. “That was the deal.”

The hint of bitterness underscoring the words tore at her heartstrings. Insisting they keep their relationship a secret hadn’t been fair. Not to him. Not to her.

“Sit down, Mitch.” Anna softened the request with a smile. “Please.”

She took a seat first, hoping he would follow her lead. To her surprise he did as she’d asked. Though the kitchen was an adequate size, it suddenly seemed to shrink. And the sight of his bare chest just across the table made her heart flutter.

Don’t look, Anna told herself. Focus elsewhere.

She dropped her gaze to the golden-brown coffee cake in the center of the table. “That looks good.”

“Cassie made it for me,” he said.

Anna swallowed hard against the sudden tightness in her throat and forced an equally casual tone. “Are you two seeing each other?”

“She lives down the block,” Mitch pointed out. “I see her every day.”

He’d deliberately misunderstood her question. But in a way he was right to shut her down. Who he was dating was none of her business.

When a minute passed and she still didn’t speak, Mitch cast a pointed glance at a manila folder on the counter. “I have a client coming at eight.”

She’d been warned. Just like at the YP meeting, the clock was ticking. Only this time Anna wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip away. “Over the years I thought about getting your address from Seth, but I never took that step. When I heard you were back in Sweet River, I knew the time had come.”

Puzzlement filled his eyes.

“To apologize.” She folded her hands on the table. “Showing up at the street dance with Andrew James when you and I were seeing each other was inexcusable. I’m sorry I did it and I’m sorry I hurt you. I hope you can forgive me.”

The flash of pain in Mitch’s eyes was gone so quickly Anna wondered if she’d only imagined it.

“You didn’t want to be seen with the son of the town drunk,” he said in a frank tone, his expression giving nothing away. “Understandable.”

He’d made similar comments when they’d been together, but she’d thought he was just joking around. Now she realized the pain had been real. Embarrassment mixed with a healthy dose of regret. She’d never, ever, been ashamed of him. And she wasn’t ashamed now. She just didn’t want anyone to discover they’d had a past because that might bring up other questions.

“That wasn’t how it was at all,” she protested.

“That was a long time ago.” Mitch waved a dismissive hand. “Scarcely matters now.”

“I liked you. But I wanted what was between us to, well, stay between us.” The words came out clunky and awkward and Anna nearly groaned aloud. She’d had thirteen years to plan what to say and this was the best she could come up with? No wonder Mitch looked skeptical.

“Yeah, you liked me so much that instead of going to the centennial celebration with me as you promised, you showed up with the mayor’s son,” he said.

Even now, remembering the look on Mitch’s face when he’d seen her with Andrew filled her with shame. “That was a test.”

Mitch slowly lowered his mug to the table. “Test?”

Her heart froze at the deadly calm in the word.

Mitch had never been the kind of guy a girl could wrap around her finger. And while his aloofness had been part of his appeal, it had also been extremely stressful. Anna had desperately wanted to believe he liked her, but he’d kept his feelings close and she’d needed to know for sure.

“I knew you liked making lo—er, having sex with me,” she said. “But I was never sure you really liked me.”

Looking back, Anna couldn’t believe she’d ever thought going to the celebration with Andrew was a good idea. She’d been so young. So foolish.

The muscle in Mitch’s jaw jumped. “You decided to make me jealous.”

Anna nodded. “If you reacted, I’d know you cared.”

Said aloud, the plan sounded even more childish.

“Why didn’t you simply ask me how I felt about you?”

She’d thought about doing just that. But to ask had seemed rather pathetic and needy. Besides, there was no guarantee he’d have been honest. “People don’t always tell the truth.”

Like her mother, who had insisted she’d be proud of her even if she didn’t become Miss Montana Teen. Yet when she’d taken second place, her mom had been furious. Then there were her high school “friends” who smiled to her face and talked about her behind her back. And who could forget the boys before Mitch, the ones who said whatever they thought would make her sleep with them. Luckily she’d been smart enough to see through their lies.

Mitch had been different and he’d been her first. He hadn’t pushed her to be intimate, hadn’t offered up flowery words of love or made promises he never intended to keep. He’d just been himself. And she’d found him irresistible.

“We had to keep our friendship on the down-low because of my mom.” Anna took a deep breath. “I told her I thought you were cute. She told me you were unacceptable.”

By the time Anna finished speaking the pain had returned to her heart.

Mitch rubbed a hand across his face. “You never had any intention of going with me to the celebration.”

“I wanted to go with you,” Anna said gently. “But I wasn’t willing to risk my mother’s wrath until I was sure of your feelings.”

His gaze searched hers but she had nothing to hide. Well, almost nothing to hide.

“I liked you, Mitch,” she said. “I really did. I feel incredibly bad about what happened. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

“I appreciate your honesty.” The tense set to Mitch’s shoulders eased. His eyes met hers and for a second she had the feeling he was seeing her for the first time. “Coming over this morning couldn’t have been easy.”

Anna brought a finger to her lips and kept her expression serious. “About as easy as eating barbed wire.”

The ring of the doorbell interrupted his chuckle. He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Looks like my appointment is early.”

“Darn.” Anna snapped her fingers. “And we were having so much fun.”

For the first time since she’d walked through the door, he smiled. “I’d say the morning was definitely on the upswing.”

Anna found her own lips lifting. “True.”

“I hate to rush, but I need to answer the door.” Mitch pushed back his chair and rose to his feet. “Do you have anything else to tell me?”

Anna hesitated. Coming clean had felt so good that for a second she found herself wanting to tell him everything.

But if she told him her deepest, darkest secret, if she told him about the baby, the fragile truce they were building in this tiny kitchen would be shattered. Worse yet, he’d probably hate her. That was something she couldn’t bear.

“Like I said, I was young and immature. I made a lot of mistakes. But I’m truly sorry.” Anna met his gaze. “And that’s the truth.”

## Chapter Four

Anna went out the back of the house and Mitch headed to the stairs. He’d hoped to take a minute to pull on a shirt but the doorbell was now one steady ring. Instead of making a quick detour to his bedroom, he stopped in the foyer and pulled open the door. Alexander Darst, his eight-o’clock appointment, stood on the porch, a briefcase in one hand, the other hand firmly fixed on the buzzer.

Alex’s hand dropped from the bell and his eyes widened at the sight of Mitch.

Ignoring the questioning look, Mitch motioned the attorney inside. In his three-piece suit and Brooks Brothers tie, Alex appeared to be dressed more for a day in court than touring a dusty building. “I’ll pull on a shirt and we can talk. Coffee is in the kitchen if you want some.”

Mitch had already reached his upstairs bedroom before he remembered Anna’s cup on the table. But there was no way to get it now. He only hoped Alex wouldn’t notice.

Even if he does, he won’t know it was hers.

The thought took Mitch by surprise. As did the realization that he was feeling the need to be as secretive as Anna. He shrugged aside his unease and pulled a long-sleeved cotton shirt over his head. He refused to think about Anna Anderssen. She was the past. The meeting today was about his future.

Of all the buildings in Sweet River, the one known simply as “The Hattan” had always been his favorite. As an architect he could fully appreciate the design of the brick-and-granite neo-Romanesque structure. As a boy it had been the two lizards and salamander on the top spire that had earned his admiration.

The insurance agency that had occupied the building for decades had moved out long ago. Since then family squabbles had kept it boarded up and off the market. When Mitch heard the property was finally for sale, he’d been seized with the idea of owning a piece of Sweet River history.

Although the two-story structure was solidly built, the wiring, plumbing and interior walls needed work. That meant he’d have to dip into his cash reserves to pay for the improvements.

Still, he couldn’t get the place out of his mind. He’d mentioned his interest in the building to Alex—who’d recently started handling his financial affairs—and the attorney had told him there might be grants or tax credits available for such renovations. Mitch had made an appointment to tour the building the next morning.

He slipped the watch on his wrist, grimacing at the time. Anna’s unexpected visit had definitely put him behind schedule. Yet he’d hated to see her leave. For some reason it felt as if there was still unfinished business between them.

Shaking off the crazy notion, he hurried down the stairs, boots clattering against the hardwood. He shoved open the kitchen door and found Alex sitting in the chair Anna had vacated less than ten minutes earlier. “Thanks for waiting.”

Alex brought a cup of black coffee to his lips. “You’re running late this morning.”

Mitch shrugged. He prided himself on his punctuality, but he’d also learned that sometimes a guy had no choice but to go with the flow. “I was up past midnight getting these figures together.”

“Appears you were looking at figures, all right.” Alex glanced pointedly at the cup with the lipstick smudge and chuckled. “Of the female variety.”

Mitch ignored the comment. If the attorney was hoping he’d open up, he was going to be disappointed. Even when Mitch had a love life, he’d never been one to “kiss and tell.” He crossed the room, splashed coffee into a mug, then gathered the folder from the counter and took a seat in the chair opposite Alex. Pushing Anna’s cup and Cassie’s coffee cake to one side, Mitch placed the folder on the table and flipped it open. “As you can see—”

“You told me you weren’t dating,” Alex said at the same time.

Mitch gritted his teeth and counted to five. “I’m not dating anyone.”

Alex paused for a moment. His eyes narrowed in thought before a look of understanding crossed his face. “So it’s just sex.”

“No, it’s not ‘just sex,’” Mitch snapped. A surge of irritation washed over him. If Alex pushed much more, he’d be forced to lie and that was something he didn’t want to do ever again.

Lying had been a big part of that long-ago summer with Anna. He’d lied to himself when he’d told his heart it was just a summer fling. He’d lied to her when he’d acted as if he didn’t care. He’d lied to his friends every time they’d asked him where he’d been or what he’d been doing. The lies had gotten so bad that shortly before the centennial celebration, Seth had confronted him, asking if he’d gotten messed up with drugs.

But the only high Mitch had experienced that summer was Anna. In less time than it took to get thrown off a bull, she’d become the most important person in the world to him.

That was then, he reminded himself. There was really no reason to cover for her now. Of course, mentioning she’d been in his house when he’d been half-dressed would lead to speculation and more questions. Questions Mitch wasn’t prepared to answer. Certainly not to a man who talked way too much.

“I arranged for us to meet old man Hattan at nine and tour the building.” Mitch tapped a pencil against the table. “I assume that still works with your schedule.”

It was a comment, not a question. Alex had told him yesterday that he’d blocked out a couple hours in the morning for their meeting.

“Works fine,” Alex said. “Anna is opening and manning the office for me.”

Mitch now understood why she’d looked so good this morning. Her red dress had hugged her curves in all the right places and the ridiculously high heels had accentuated her shapely calves. Her honey-colored hair had hung loose to her shoulders, the way he’d always liked it. The summer they’d been together she’d often worn it down…just for him. He loved the feel of the silky strands between his fingers, against his cheek….

Mitch bit back a curse. Her unexpected visit had resurrected memories he’d buried long ago. He picked up a sheet of paper filled with figures and shoved it in front of Alex. “Let’s get down to business.”

One hour and two-pieces-of-coffee-cake-for-Alex later, the men stood on the sidewalk in the heart of downtown Sweet River, gazing at the granite front of the Hattan building. With the large storefront window and a Romanesque arch over the doorway, the exterior was impressive. Though old man Hattan’s grandson had stopped by and unlocked the building ten minutes earlier, Mitch and Alex hadn’t yet ventured inside.

“The surrounding buildings are all well-maintained.” Mitch shoved his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his cowboy boots. He was glad he’d thought to grab a jacket on his way out of the house. Although it was only mid-September, the wind was brisk and the air had taken on a decided chill.

A particularly strong gust sent leaves and dust scattering across the sidewalk. Alex turned up the collar of his overcoat and hunched his shoulders. “It’s a nice building.”

“Nice?” an indignant female voice interjected. “Look at those carvings. The Hattan isn’t just nice. It’s the most beautiful building in the whole town.”

Mitch spun around. He’d been so focused on admiring the building’s facade that he hadn’t noticed Cassie’s arrival. She stood on the other side of Alex, her dark hair twisted in a halfhearted ponytail. With her well-worn jeans and bulky oversize sweater, she looked like she’d just hopped out of bed and pulled on whatever was on the floor.

He couldn’t help but smile, remembering his days in grade school when whatever was on the floor had usually been all there was to wear. For him, because his dad drank any extra money away. For her, because her single-parent mom was more interested in her boyfriends than in providing for her daughter.

Though his life had gotten easier, Cassie still struggled. Her sewing ability was the only thing keeping her out of the welfare line. Last night when they’d shared a beer on her porch, he’d mentioned how tired she’d been looking. She’d assured him that with Stacie’s wedding dress now finished, she was through burning the midnight oil.

“I thought you promised me you’d sleep in,” he chided. The older-brother role was a familiar one for him. After all, he’d looked out for her since they were kids.

“Change in plans,” Cassie said with a rueful smile. “Trenton left his math assignment at home.”

“Uh, Cassie, the high school is that away.” Mitch gestured with his head.

She shoved her shoulder against him. “I know that, you goof. I was headed back home when I got a craving for one of Stacie’s gooey cinnamon rolls. I saw you standing on the sidewalk and wondered if you’d like to join me.”

While a cinnamon roll sounded good, business had to come before pleasure.

“Your friend is welcome, too,” Cassie said quickly.

Mitch thought for a moment. “Can you wait while we check out the inside?”

Cassie’s eyes brightened. “Can I come, too? I promise I’ll zip my mouth and be quiet as a mouse.”

Mitch had to laugh. She wouldn’t last five minutes. “Of course you can come. And talk all you want. You know I value your opinion.”

Cassie blushed. “That’s nice of you to say.”

A look of speculation filled Alex’s eyes. He turned toward Cassie and stuck out his hand. “If we’re going to break bread together, we should know each other’s names. I’m Alex Darst, a new attorney in town.”

“Cassie Els. I live just down the street from Mitch.” She took his hand. “I’ve heard so many nice things about you. It’s a pleasure to finally put a face with a name.”

Mitch pulled his brows together. By the way they were acting, he’d have thought the two were strangers. “Didn’t you meet at the Young Professionals meeting?”

Alex shook his head. “I wasn’t there. I sent Anna Anderssen to represent the office for me. Remember?”

Of course Mitch remembered the evening. He remembered his shock at seeing Anna after so many years. And he remembered how determined he’d been to keep the conversation strictly business.

“You’re Anna’s boss?” he heard Cassie say. “She and I are friends.”

“Yep. Anna works for me.” Alex’s proprietary tone set Mitch’s teeth on edge. “She’s a great employee.”

“I don’t doubt that,” Cassie said. “Even back in high school, Anna was very responsible.”

Anna. Anna. Anna. Mitch hadn’t heard the name in years. Now it seemed he couldn’t go five seconds without being reminded of her.

“Are you and your husband happy you made the decision to move back?” Alex asked, abruptly changing the subject.

“I’m divorced.” Cassie lifted her chin. “It’s just my two boys and me now. And of course my friends.”

To Mitch’s surprise, she reached over, slipped her hand around his arm and gave a squeeze.

“Well, if this isn’t a motley crew…”

Cassie’s hand dropped from his arm and she took a step back.

Perhaps Mitch should have been surprised to hear Anna’s voice. But he wasn’t. As many times as her name had been mentioned already, it would have seemed odd if she hadn’t appeared.

“Anna. What are you doing here?” Surprise flashed across Alex’s face. “You’re supposed to be watching the office.”

The hint of censure in the man’s voice roused Mitch’s protective instinct but he reminded himself this was Anna’s battle, not his.

“I am watching the office.” Anna slipped her hand into her bag and retrieved a hot-pink cell phone. “Electronically. I gave the papers to this morning’s client, then forwarded your calls to my cell.”

Her smile was engaging but Alex’s gaze narrowed. “What about walk-ins?”

“No one seeing an attorney just stops by,” Anna said with a dismissive wave. “Since I’ve worked for you, I’ve yet to see one person walk through the door without an appointment.”

“I still don’t understand what was so important that you had to leave the office,” Alex said.

“You forgot these.” Anna pulled a sheaf of papers from her oversize bag.

The tight lines bracketing Alex’s mouth eased. Puzzlement filled his gaze. “What are they?”

“Documents for your ten-fifteen meeting.” The papers Anna held flapped in the wind. “I was worried you wouldn’t have time to make it back to the office before your next appointment.”

Alex took the papers from her outstretched hand and slipped them into his briefcase. A rueful smile tipped his lips. “Thanks. I shouldn’t have made assumptions before I had all the facts.”

“No worries.” Anna shivered and her gaze settled longingly on the building’s front door. “Could we step inside for a minute? It’s freezing out here.”

Mitch resisted the urge to smile. For someone who could be so hot in bed, the entire time he’d known Anna she’d been notoriously cold-blooded. Just like now. Though the temperature had to be at least sixty, tiny goose bumps dotted her arms and nylon-clad legs. Of course, he had to admit the thin fabric of her wraparound dress provided little protection from the wind.

Before he had a chance to think about what he was doing, Mitch whipped off his coat and settled it around her shoulders. He wasn’t sure which of them was more surprised.

“I couldn’t—” Anna said, even as she pulled the jacket tight around her.

“I’m plenty warm,” Mitch said, dismissing her protest. She’d been away from Montana too long. She’d obviously forgotten that in Sweet River, men took care of women. It didn’t matter if they had feelings for them or not.

“After we tour the building, we’re heading over to The Coffee Pot.” Cassie spoke for the first time since Anna had appeared. “Care to join us?”

Anna’s gaze settled on Alex and a look of uncertainty filled her eyes. “As long as you don’t mind the office being unmanned a little while longer?”

Mitch turned and headed for the building’s front door. He didn’t bother waiting for Alex’s response because it didn’t matter to him whether Anna came along or not. She meant nothing to him. Nothing at all.

## Chapter Five

Anna stared at Mitch through lowered lashes. It felt strange to be seated across from him in so public a spot. After hiking with him, Alex and Cassie through two dusty floors of The Hattan, they’d headed to The Coffee Pot. The only table open had been the one by the front window.

Three prominent citizens had already stopped by to say hello. Pastor Barbee had been the first, followed by the sheriff. Then Henry Millstead, who’d been Mitch’s boss when he’d been in high school, had knocked on the window. Mitch had excused himself and gone outside to talk to the rancher for a few minutes.