Sutton's Way by Diana Palmer

Author:Diana Palmer
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises, Australia Pty Ltd
Published: 2014-05-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Amanda hardly slept from the combined shock of Quinn’s ardor and her own guilt. How could she tell him the truth now? What could she say that would take away the sting of her deceit?

She dressed in jeans and the same button-up pink blouse she’d worn the night before and went down to breakfast.

Quinn looked up as she entered the room, his eyes warm and quiet.

“Good morning,” she said brightly.

“Good morning yourself,” Quinn murmured with a smile. “Sleep well?”

“Barely a wink,” she said, sighing, her own eyes holding his.

He chuckled, averting his gaze before Elliot became suspicious. “Harry’s out feeding your calves,” he said, “and I’m on my way over to Eagle Pass to help one of my neighbors feed some stranded cattle. You’ll have to stay with Elliot—it’s teacher workday.”

“I forgot,” Elliot wailed, head in hands. “Can you imagine that I actually forgot? I could have slept until noon!”

“There, there,” Amanda said, patting his shoulder. “Don’t you want to learn some more chords?”

“Is that what you do?” Quinn asked curiously, because now every scrap of information he learned about her was precious. “You said you played a keyboard for a living. Do you teach music?”

“Not really,” she said gently. “I play backup for various groups,” she explained. “That rock music you hate…” she began uneasily.

“That’s all right,” Quinn replied, his face open and kind. “I was just trying to get a rise out of you. I don’t mind it all that much, I guess. And playing backup isn’t the same thing as putting on those god-awful costumes and singing suggestive lyrics. Well, I’m gone. Stay out of trouble, you two,” he said as he got to his feet in the middle of Amanda’s instinctive move to speak, to correct his assumption that all she did was play backup. She wanted to tell him the truth, but he winked at her and Elliot and got into his outdoor clothes before she could find a way to break the news. By the time her mind was working again, he was gone.

She sat back down, sighing. “Oh, Elliot, what a mess,” she murmured, her chin in her hands.

“Is that what you call it?” he asked with a wicked smile. “Dad’s actually grinning, and when he looked at you, you blushed. I’m not blind, you know. Do you like him, even if he isn’t Mr. America?”

“Yes, I like him,” she said with a shy smile, lowering her eyes. “He’s a pretty special guy.”

“I think so, myself. Eat your breakfast. I want to ask you about some new chords.”

“Okay.”

They were working on the keyboard when the sound of an approaching vehicle caught Amanda’s attention. Quinn hadn’t driven anything motorized since the snow had gotten so high.

“That’s odd,” Elliot said, peering out the window curtain. “It’s a four-wheel drive…Oh, boy.” He glanced at Amanda. “You aren’t gonna like this.”

She lifted her eyebrows. “I’m not?” she asked, puzzled.

The knock at the back door had Harry moving toward it before Amanda and Elliot could. Harry opened it and looked up and up and up.

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