âMy little brothers think the world of you.â
âI donât know when my heart has ever been won over to children so quickly. Theyâre so sweet. So loving.â
âA lot like you in that respect.â He looked down at her, his expression tender.
Sensing his intentions, her heartbeat quickened in anticipation. But she couldnât let him kiss her, could she? Not until she discovered if Therese was wrong in her assumptions about his long-term level of devotion to the twins. To her.
As she well knew, the enticing feelings of âloveâ held little meaning if not built on a solid foundation of lasting commitment. But Sawyer had yet to speak of love. Shouldnât that fact alone put her on her guard?
Reluctantly she pressed her hand firmly to his chest and attempted to step back.
But he held her fast, his gaze intent. âTori, I think you need to know thatââ
With a reverberating clang the cowbell above the main door startled them apart.
âYou were starting to say?â Tori encouraged.
He shrugged, avoiding her gaze. âMaybe it will come to me later.â
GLYNNA KAYE treasures memories of growing up in small Midwestern townsâand vacations spent with the Texan side of the family. She traces her love of storytelling to the times a houseful of great-aunts and great-uncles gathered with her grandma to share candid, heartwarming, poignant and often humorous tales of their youth and young adulthood. Glynna now lives in Arizona, where she enjoys gardening, photography and the great outdoors.
Chapter One
âThatâs all there is to it,â concluded Sawyer Banks from where he sat behind a weathered oak desk. He looked quite at home in the decidedly masculine-flavored office of his outdoor-gear shop, Echo Ridge Outpost. Leather. Wood. Wildlife prints on the knotty pine walls. âPiece of cake.â
Easy for him to say. Victoria âToriâ Janner folded her hands primly in her lap, determined to hear him out. But if her best friend, Sunshine Carston, hadnât vouched for the rugged, blue-eyed outdoorsman, she wouldnât be sitting here one minute longer on this snowy February afternoon. What heâd outlined during this interview was troubling, at the very least.
âApply for the childcare position,â he recapped, his steady gaze holding hers, âand if you get it, Iâll not only employ you here at the Outpost part-time, but behind the scenes Iâll throw in an additional dollar an hour on top of whatever wage you agree on with the Selbys. Does that sound fair?â
More than fair. Suspiciously so.
Tori lifted her chin slightly, determined he wouldnât detect how uneasy his proposition made her feel. She needed the jobâdesperatelyâif she intended to remain in the mountain country community of Hunter Ridge, Arizona. Going âhomeâ to life in Jerome was no longer an option if she could help it.
âIf Iâm understanding correctly, what your offer boils down to is if I get the childcare job, you want me to spy on the grandparents of your younger siblings and report back to you.â
âSpy?â He shook his head with a laugh, his longish sun-streaked blond hair brushing the collar of his gray plaid shirt. Fine lines creased at the corners of his eyes. âThat termâs extreme for what Iâm asking you to doâwhich is to provide a weekly update on activities and exercise, diet, moods and misbehaviors, andââ
âAll that detail on the boys, or their grandparents, too?â
He stopped short, then laughed again. âI donât much care what Ray has for breakfast. Unless, of course, it negatively impacts Landon and Cubby in some way.â