Home for Christmas by Melissa McClone

Author:Melissa McClone [McClone, Melissa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Goodreads: 18743147
Publisher: Audible Studios
Published: 2012-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Two nights later, a winter storm raged. Good thing it wasn't Christmas Eve or Santa would need Rudolph to lead his sleigh through the whiteout conditions.

Inside the Bar V5, Rachel slid hot pans from the oven. She placed the gingerbread on cooling racks then looked over at her brother, who was munching on a cookie. "I filled two thermoses with coffee and there's a container of Chex Mix for the bunk house."

"Thanks, kiddo." Ty looked more like a mountain climber than a cowboy with his winter gear, especially the neck gaiter. "And thanks for staying at the ranch. Makes my life easier with this storm."

"Mine, too." Driving back and forth to town didn't make sense in this weather. Especially when her big concern about staying here—Nate—had been a non-issue. She saw him only at mealtimes with the rest of the guys. A little frustrating. She missed talking with him and hearing his ideas and seeing his smile. Alone. Now she was being silly. He was just a business adviser and friend. That she might happen to have a little crush on.

Ty stared at her strangely.

Shoot. They were talking about...staying at the ranch. "I picked up new orders this morning. Glad I made it back here before the snow got too heavy. I wouldn't want to be stuck baking in your kitchen."

"Haha."

"What's so funny?"

Rachel didn't need to turn around to know Nate had arrived. If she hadn't recognized his voice, her racing pulse would have been a dead giveaway. Yeah, not seeing him much had probably been a good thing.

"My li'l sis is dissing my kitchen." Ty picked up another cookie. "Yours has spoiled her."

"She's spoiling us with her cooking and baking."

Rachel turned to thank him, but the words died on her lips. No man should look that hot in workout clothes. She nearly dropped her oven mitts into the sink.

"That's true." Ty stood right next to her, but he might as well have been talking in the laundry room with the door closed.

Nate stood in the doorway to the living area, his hair damp, the ends curly. A plain white T-shirt stretched across his wide chest and showed off his strong arms, not the muscles of a bodybuilder, but a man who did hard labor. He wore black sweat pants and was barefoot. Even his feet looked sexy. "Guess you're not going back out tonight."

"Nope." He tilted his head toward Ty's direction. "This crazy guy is going to make sure everything's locked down."

"That's right," Ty said. "You need to get off that ankle."

"Ankle?" Rachel noticed the way Nate leaned against the doorjamb, his right leg supporting his weight. She took a step toward him. "Did you hurt yourself?"

"Nothing serious." Nate waved off the concern. "Twisted it."

"Trying not to step on a barn kitty," Ty added. "That little beast appeared out of nowhere. We should rename him Lucky."

She stared at Nate. "You hurt yourself because of a cat?"

"I couldn't step on a kitten."

Her heart melted. "That's so sweet."

"I try." His grin crinkled the corners of his eyes.

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