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Liz barely heard his words. She’d gotten hung up on the brief peek at his smile. What a shame he didn’t let it surface more often. If he did, she thought, there’d be nothing a woman could refuse him. Some men smiled with only their lips. Some let it reach their eyes, and that was better. A very few had killer smiles that came from the heart. Corbett had been one, and so, apparently, was Gil Spencer. However brief that grin, it left Liz weak at the knees. A fu
“Mrs. Robbins…is something wrong?” Gil asked, abruptly breaking off his explanation concerning his theories on discipline.
“Wrong?” Liz blinked at him, her eyes sort of distant and unfocused.
“Here comes your daughter on her pony. Maybe you should reconsider making that run to the east pasture today. It doesn’t sound as if you got much sleep.”
Liz tore her gaze from his face. “I’m fine.” She stood and walked to the end of the porch, away from him. She was about to suggest that Melody ride in the cab and lead the pony behind the pickup, when Gil spoke quietly from behind her.
“I believe I’ll saddle up and ride out that way, too. It’s been a while since I checked fence along the river.”
Melody reached them in time to hear his statement. “Oh, goody. Can the twins come? They said there’s a place on the river to catch crawdads.” She flashed Gil a shy smile. “My mom won’t let me swim less’n I’m with a grown-up.”
It had been on the tip of Gil’s tongue to say the boys would have to miss the fun. But all at once he wondered if he couldn’t teach them more by being a role model than in leaving them alone to stew. “Right she is, young lady. If the boys led you to believe I let them go alone, they fibbed.” He ran one hand through his hair. “I was going to make them stay home—but I’ve changed my mind.”
Melody glanced at her mother. “Is it okay if I take my swimsuit then?”
Lizbeth hesitated, still thinking resentfully about the Lone Spur’s owner tagging along. She’d bet dimes to doughnuts that he pla
“I promise there’ll be no bats or snakes or skunks, Mrs. Robbins,” Gil said in a calm voice. “And the river at that point is only knee-deep.” He looked up at the lowriding sun. “We’ll have frost on the pumpkins before long. You might want to take a suit and dip your own toes.”
“I’m going up there to do a job,” she said stiffly. “When I’m on company time, shoeing horses is all I do.”
Gil backed off, touched the brim of his hat and nodded curtly. What had he been thinking to suggest she join them? He certainly didn’t want to give her the impression that he mixed business and pleasure. Or that he was in the habit of letting women intrude on his outings with his sons. Once, he had included a woman. His wife. Too late he’d learned that she wasn’t interested in spending any time alone with her husband and sons. “You two go on ahead.” He stepped off the porch and didn’t look back.
Liz saw by the way the light went out of Melody’s eyes that she was disappointed. However, the arrangement suited Liz. The less time she spent around any of the Spencers, the better. “We don’t need company to have fun, Mel. Take a book and a doll like you always do. I’ll fix a lunch for us to eat down by the river.”
“But I want to swim and catch crawdads with the twins.” Melody’s eyes brimmed with new tears. “I didn’t mean to make Mr. Spencer mad.”
“Sweetheart!” Liz hurried down the steps and clutched her daughter’s knee. “It wasn’t you. What I said more than likely reminded Mr. Spencer that he’s the boss, and I’m just a hired hand.”
“So?” Melody continued to look stricken.
“Well, ah…honey. I don’t know how to explain social hierarchy to you. When you grow up, you’ll understand.”
“If it means you and me always got to be alone, I don’t wa
“Melody Robbins. We’re a family, you and I. And we have Hoot, don’t we? He already sent you a postcard. Honey, I thought you understood why I can’t give you brothers and sisters—because your daddy’s in heaven.” Liz tried a new tack. “You finally got a kitten. And we’ve got our own house. That’s a start, Mel.”
“But I’m go
“I’m afraid you lost me somewhere, honey. How did we get from crawdad hunting with the Spencer twins to your Halloween play?”
“Rusty and Dusty don’t got no mom, and I don’t got no dad. We could be a family. The boys liked your cooking. And their dad loved your cookies.”
“Oh, no!” Liz gasped. She hadn’t had an inkling that such an idea lurked in her daughter’s head. “Melody, baby, you can’t just pick up stray people like you do stray kittens and make them part of your family.”
“Why not?” A tear caught in thick lashes, then trickled down a round cheek.
“Well, because…because…” Liz puffed out her lungs and expelled the drawn breath on a sigh. “Because you just can’t. And whatever you do, promise me you’ll never bring up this subject with Mr. Spencer or his sons.”
“But how will they think of it on their own? Boys only ever think about horses and food and stuff like that.”
“Never, Melody. Is that understood?” Liz pursed her lips.
“All right. But gee whiz.”
“Never!”
“O…kay. But will you make enough sandwiches for them? On your homemade bread? And take the rest of the cupcakes. Please, Mom.”
“Melody Lorraine. I can see the wheels turning. You will not lure the Spencers with food. Where on earth are you getting this nonsense? Certainly not from me.”
“Am I in trouble?” The child sniffled. “You only call me Melody Lorraine when you’re really, really mad.”
Liz threw up her hands. “No, I’m not mad at you. I just want to make sure you know I’m dead serious about this, Mel.”
“All right. But jeez!” With that, she slid off her pony and plunked down on the porch steps to wait, chin in hands.
Thinking it best to let matters drop, Liz went inside and slapped together some sandwiches. She made enough for five people, but she used store-bought bread. The cupcakes needed to be eaten, so she did put them in, as well as a big package of trail mix. If she had her way, she’d feed the Spencers sour green apples. Or maybe not. She liked to cook, and the boys had certainly scarfed down supper last night. Liz didn’t know whether the twins lacked a mother through divorce or through death. Either way, it wasn’t their fault. How could she begrudge lonely children a simple meal? She knew all too well what loneliness was like.
She secured the house, then put the picnic basket and a jug of cold water in the cab of the pickup. Although she gave Melody a head start, she still had to drive slowly. The pony had short legs. That was probably why the Spencers caught up with them well before they reached the river. Markedly subdued, the boys both muttered apologies of sorts.
Dusty and Rusty rode a matched set of well-gaited buckskin geldings. They were small, but not as small as Melody’s Welsh pony. Gil Spencer rode a powerful bay gelding, instead of his injured mare.
The three children met and galloped off in the lead. Gil tipped his hat to Liz and cantered past without saying a word, even though she had her pickup window rolled down. She was so busy admiring the way he sat a horse that she almost broke an axle driving across a rocky arroyo. Darn, but she was a sucker for the way a man—a good rider like Gil Spencer—looked on his horse. He had an easy fluid grace that Liz considered the trademark of a real cowboy. The gelding recognized his mastery, too. He responded to the slightest touch of his rider’s heel or knee.