His Country Girl by Jillian Hart

Author:Jillian Hart
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Steeple Hill
Published: 2011-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

What a disaster. It was all she could think about during supper, seated at the big oval table in the Granger’s dining room. It was all she could think about any time Tucker spoke or when her gaze drifted his way. Her mind played cruel tricks on her, replaying the innocent glory of his kiss in full, vivid Technicolor.

The kiss plagued her as she hurried into the kitchen to take charge of the dishes—no way was she giving in to everyone’s insistence that a guest not help with cleanup. If not for the sanctuary of the kitchen, then she would have had to sit in the living room with Tucker and try to keep her eyes from finding him or her heart from leaping every time she heard the familiar, treasured tone of his voice.

Something is seriously wrong with you, Sierra Lynn Baker, if you can’t stop thinking about that man’s kiss. She wrung soapy water from a dishcloth and scrubbed the pristine granite counter.

“Easy, lass.” Mrs. Gunderson straightened up after putting soap into the dishwasher. “You don’t want to rub off the finish.”

“Sorry.” She was upset at herself, wondering what on earth Tucker had been thinking to kiss her like that. He’d kissed her! Out of the blue. Unbelievable. She really ought to be mad at him, so why wasn’t she?

That was a question she was afraid to answer. She turned her attention to scrubbing a bit of dried cheese sauce from the counter, but not even cleaning could distract her. The rise and fall of Tucker’s voice mumbled from the neighboring room. The roar of a crowd, the boom of commentators and Owen’s excited shout told her they must be watching a rodeo—what else? She shook her head, returned to the sink and dowsed the cloth in sudsy water.

“If you want my opinion,” Mrs. Gunderson said, untying her apron, “you should go for it.”

“Go for what?”

“A romance with that boy. If I were forty years younger, I might beat you to it.” She winked, and a smile wreathed her pleasantly round face. Gray curls bounced as she ambled across the room. “He’s a good boy.”

“He’s a man who hasn’t grown up.” Sierra laid the cloth over the edge of the sink, keeping her voice low. “I’ve made that mistake before.”

“He seems grown up to me. Then again, I’ve only known him since November.” The housekeeper grabbed her coat and keys by the back door. “Well, just a little friendly advice.”

“Good night, Mrs. Gunderson.” As if she needed advice. What she needed was a smack upside the head! Mostly because her lips continued to buzz pleasantly with the gentle memory of his kiss.

What a kiss. That was the problem. The man was extraordinarily gifted at kissing. He knew how to make a woman feel special and sweetly treasured with one single brush of his lips. How could any female resist that?

Which made it all his fault, she decided as she dried her hands on a towel hanging over the oven handle.

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