The Beauty, The Beast And The Baby. Dixie Browning
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seeing a woman in Darien and one in Wayne County at the same time he was courting Mariah, in the hopes that one of the three would be willing to take on his family. Nor did he particularly care which one. Mariah had almost convinced herself she was in love with the man when the whole affair had started to come unraveled.
Sighing, she finished supper and deftly closed the remains inside her box with her left hand. “I never knew I was ambidextrous.” It was the first thing either of them had said since Gus had opened her salt and pepper packets and she’d thanked him.
“Good thing you are. Let’s see about getting that mitt of yours iced down again before I leave you.”
Thunder and lightning had set in about half an hour earlier. Now a blast of thunder rattled the windows, making her flinch. “Actually, I’m not all that sleepy. I wonder if there’s a weather channel we could tune in to.”
There was. While Mariah washed her hands, then studiously stared at all the L’s, the H’s and the curving dotted lines on the weather map, Gus filled the ice tub from the machine outside.
“What’s the prognosis?” he asked when he came back inside. He refilled the bag, arranged her right hand on the chair arm, spread a small towel over the swollen bruise and then carefully placed the ice bag in position, trying not to admire her graceful, long-fingered hands too much. Trying not to let his imagination run away with him.
“Prognosis? Oh, the weather, you mean. I forgot to listen.”
The truth was, Mariah had been too busy thinking about Gus. Wondering who he was. Where he was from. Why he was traveling alone.
To a job, perhaps. Maybe he was looking for work. She’d spent hours in his company, yet she didn’t know the first thing about him except that despite his rough looks, the semipermanent scowl that was etched on his bearded face and the pallor she had first taken for something sinister, he was kind. Most men would have walked away long before this, but for some reason he seemed determined to help her.
Whether she wanted him to or not! “Gus, where are you headed?”
The narrowed glance he sent her way spelled Keep Out in dark, electric blue. “South,” he said tersely. Removing the bag, he unzipped it, popped out a few cubes, resealed and replaced it.
“I’m going home to Georgia,” she confided. “I guess I already told you about Muddy Landing, didn’t I?”
“Yep.” He stepped back to frown down at her, his fists bracing a pair of narrow hips. “Need a couple more aspirin before you turn in?”
“If I do, I’m sure I have some somewhere.” He obviously wanted to get away. That, for some reason, irritated her. After protesting her independence earlier, for all the good it had done her, she was suddenly in no mood to be alone.
Too much to think about. Too many questions with no answers that she’d just as soon put off asking as long as she could. Which wasn’t like her at all.
But then, nothing about this whole messy business was typical of the practical, unflappable woman she’d always been. While finishing high school, holding down a part-time job and later, a full-time one, all the while taking care of her siblings, Mariah had dealt with every childhood disaster imaginable.
Of course, she’d had her own method of dealing with stress in those days. Digging. Planting and transplanting. There were too many things in her life she couldn’t change, so she changed the things she could. Rearranging furniture had never given her half the satisfaction that rearranging shrubbery had. She had the greenest thumbs in Muddy Landing—every body said so—but Basil had once told her that all she had to do was step outside the back door with a certain look on her face, and every shrub in the yard flinched.
Lately, she’d had to make do with yoga.
“Well…good night, Gus. And thank you for my supper and the room. And all the rest. Naturally, I’ll mail you a check just as soon as—”
“Yeah, sure,” was the gruff response.
The man was a bear. If it weren’t for those remarkably beautiful eyes of his, he wouldn’t even rate a second glance, she told herself, stung by the fact that he could obviously hardly wait to get away.
Oh, yes, he would, too. In spite of surface appearances, the man radiated authority. He was intensely masculine. And while some women might be put off by the beard and all that shaggy black hair, with those wide shoulders and narrow hips, and those strong, amazingly gentle hands, he most definitely rated a second look.
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