Bewitching the Reclusive Billionaire Cowboy by Paige Cameron Page B

“Don’t get discouraged. The battle has just begun.” She winked at Gina.

Chapter Seven
     
    Graham thought he’d get a good start on his edit, but he found himself walking around the cabin. A faint hint of jasmine and lilies lingered in the air. He went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. It was full.
    Sunlight shone through the window, and he had to admit the bright-colored curtains and tablecloth created an ambiance where he was tempted to sit and have a cup of coffee. He shook his shoulders. What was wrong with him? The woman had moved into his house and put a spell on his mind. She was a witch. Inside he smiled, thinking, A bewitching witch.
    Next he wandered into her bedroom. The paint scent was almost gone thanks to the open windows. Her shorts and that minuscule top lay across the end of the bed. His heartbeat had jumped and speeded up when she bent over and her sweet ass was up in the air. Then she straightened, and her breasts looked ready to pop out of her top. Hot desire boiled in his blood.
    But this wasn’t getting his work done. He walked across the living room and stopped to look back. Sterile living room, he didn’t know what she meant. It had all the necessities. Shaking his head, he settled at his desk.
    But the words ran together, and he found himself staring out the window. When the phone rang, he grabbed it in relief.
    “I’m off today. Want to come over and go fishing in the creek?” Rand asked.
    “I’ll be right there.” Graham put down the phone. Just what he needed, a day to clear his head. He kept his fishing gear in the truck. He started to lock the door. Gina didn’t have a key, but his mother did. He’d call them on the way and ask Mom to unlock the door for her. That settled, he was determined to put Gina out of his mind.
     
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    Gina was surprised at the large group gathered to knit. Mrs. Brodie introduced her to everyone. The names began to run together after the first five. There were twelve in all.
    “This lady”—Mrs. Brodie motioned to the tall, slim, white-haired woman who stood in front of them—“is new to our town. She moved here about a month ago. Mrs. Trevor, I’d like to introduce Gina Piercy. She’s staying with our family on vacation.”
    “I’m pleased to meet you, and now I won’t be the new person on the block.” She had a pleasant smile and twinkling brown eyes. “I hope you also don’t know how to knit. Everyone else in this group is a professional. I’m just learning.”
    “I’ve wanted to learn to knit, and this is my first opportunity. We can work on this together.” Gina and Mrs. Brodie sat by Mrs. Trevor.
    Most of the women were already knitting, but two older ladies circled the room helping with any questions, and one came to sit by Gina and Mrs. Trevor to get them started. Mrs. Trevor had done a small bit, but the lady made her pull most of it out and do it over. Then she turned to Gina. Gina was afraid this was not going to be easy, but she straightened her shoulders and was determined to finish her first project, a blanket for one of the twins. She’d first thought about knitting sweaters for them, but later decided a sweater might be too difficult for a beginner.
    The women talked as they worked, and Gina soon knew much more about each one. Some were in their seventies and several were in their twenties, with all ages in between.
    “Mrs. Trevor, we know very little about you,” one of the older women said.
    Mrs. Trevor raised her head. “I’m afraid I can’t talk and knit like you more skilled ladies can do.” She put her work to the side. “I lived in Chicago recently. My sister was ill, and I moved there to be with her. She died six months ago.
    “Once I took care of her affairs I knew I wanted to go back to living in a small town, but somewhere different. I got out the map and more or less threw a dart. There was Frontier City. Then when I visited to look at properties I fell in love with the friendly