almost a swagger.
Even the sight of him wiping grease off his hands engrossed her and caused her to stare almost trancelike until Johnnyâs voice pulled her out of it.
Okay, so the man was something to behold, she kept telling herself. That didnât mean she had to behold him.
But then, before she knew it, her gaze would snag on something about him, and sheâd realize only after several minutes that she was staring again.
By the end of the day, she was very frustrated with herself and her lack of self-control. Frustrated and disgusted.
âYouâd think youâd never seen a good-lookingman before,â she said angrily to her reflection in the bathroom mirror of the cabin when she made a stop there to freshen up before dinner.
But even once sheâd brushed out her hair and twisted it into a roll at the back of her head that left a spray of wavy ends at her crown, and reapplied a little mascara and lipgloss, she wasnât convinced that she could practice any more self-control through the evening to come than she had all day long.
The best she could hope for as she went from the cabin to the house in the dusk was that she would eventually get her fill of this man who seemed to attract her attention like metal attracted a magnet and then this phenomena would pass.
And she did hope it would pass. Never in her life had she been so distracted by a manâby any manâand it made her uncomfortable. Not to mention that it just seemed so strangeâ¦
When she reached the house Terese did as Hunter had urged her that morningâshe walked in without knocking.
âHi, Iâm back,â she called as she did, not hesitating to go from the mudroom into the kitchen.
As she expected, Johnny and Hunter were there. Hunter was sitting on one of the chairs at the table pulling on a cowboy boot and Johnny was kneeling on the seat of another chair.
âYou want to, donât you, Târese?â Johnny said, rather than answering her greeting.
He was apparently trying to convince his father of something and enlisting her in the process.
âI donât know if I want to or not since I donât know what weâre talking about,â she told her nephew.
âIâm not sure how the subject came up,â Hunter said before his son had explained, âbut I hear youâve never roasted marshmallows over a fire.â
That only compounded her confusion. âIâm not sure how most of the subjects came up today,â she confessed, âbut no, Iâve never roasted marshmallows over a fire.â
âSo thatâs whyâ¦â Johnny said with precise emphasis on each word as if to make his argument clearer ââ¦we should have a nighttime picnic with a fire so we can do the marshmallows and Târese can taste âem.â
âNot to mention that then Johnny can have them, too,â Hunter said to Terese.
A nighttime picnic. So that was what the little boy was angling for.
Terese didnât have any feelings about it one way or another, though. Because yet again her attention was wandering to Hunter.
Heâd showered and shaved since theyâd gone their separate ways half an hour earlier, and changed into a pair of darker jeans and a blue Henley shirt. Heâd washed his hair, too, because it was slightly damp yet and combed straight back to dry.
It struck Terese that sheâd seen him in a variety ofclothes, and that it didnât matter how he was dressed, he was appealing in everything. The realization offered her no aid in getting her fill of the sight of him.
âYou want to, donât you, Târese?â Johnny repeated the question heâd greeted her with, saving her from herself as he had on several occasions throughout the day by forcing her to concentrate on him rather than his father.
âThatâs completely up to your dad,â she said, hesitant to support Johnnyâs side if it was going to cause
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