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“If you’re not in a hurry, I can make some coffee,” Jessy offered to return the favor that had saved her fro the last half mile

Ty hesitated only briefly He had no reason to hurry back to The Hoive you a hand with the horse”

In short order, the horse was unsaddled and turned loose in the corral Jessy entered the cabin ahead of Ty and motioned him to have a chair It was just three rooms, orderly and siht chintz curtains at the s stirred with the breeze rustling through the trees outside There was a comfortable, lived-in air about it

Unbuckling his spurs, Ty sat down in one of the curved-back wooden chairs at the table and hooked another one with his toe to prop his boots on He leaned back and listened to the sounds co fro and closing

He felt the tension slowly drain fro of coarette fro deeply on the s it slide out slowly

Tentwo cups of freshly brewed coffee, and noticed his relaxed and coood to put your feet up at the end of a long day, isn’t it?” She set the cups on the table and pulled out the other two chairs, sitting on one and propping her feet on the other as he had done “Especially when you’ve walked on the it on the table, and rumpled the thickness of her butternut hair

“True” A sed at his lip corners

They drank their coffee without talking, without needing to talk He watched her al ti and nicely full He watched them as she drank from the cup

Jessy rarely talked about herself, never gave anything away That’s why she was hard to know, Ty realized She seehtforward and direct; yet sometimes when she looked at him with those steady eyes of hers, she see It was that stillness whichand deep, but she either couldn’t or wouldn’t show them

“You ood coffee, Jessy” He set the e his feet to the floor

“There’s more in the kitchen”

“No, thanks” He shook his head and rose to his feet, drifting toward the door, not really wanting to leave, but he couldn’t find a reason for staying longer either So he took his ti Jessy came after him, just as slowly, her hands stuck in the back pockets of her low-riding jeans “You’re quite a girl, Jessy” He eyed her, finding so about her face “I can’t believe you haven’t had your share of proposals”

“Oh, I’ve had soht,” she ad kind”

“I suppose you punched them in the nose” He smiled lazily

“Actually I aileam in her eye