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“Will you include her taste for pups in her bio?”

“I think we’ll leave that out. What were you working on? On your laptop?”

“Spreadsheets. Just basic outlay, income, projections.”

“Really?”

“You sound surprised I’d know what a spreadsheet is. I ran my own business for five years.”

“I know. I guess it’s one of those gaps I still haven’t jumped. Private investigating. Is it anything like TV? I know I asked before, but you were being snotty when you answered.”

“I recall being honest. No, it’s not like TV, or not much. It’s a lot of legwork and sitting-on-your-ass work. Talking to people, computer checks, documenting.”

“But still, solving crimes?”

Amusement at her hopeful tone warmed those ice blue eyes. “That’s TV. We handled a lot of insurance claims, checking them for fraud. Divorces. Surveilling cheating spouses. Missing persons.”

“You found missing people? That’s important, Coop.”

“Not everyone who’s missing wants to be found. So it’s relative. And it’s done. Now it’s horses, feed, vet bills, farrier bills, tack, insurance, crops. They need a full-time hand at the farm. They need a Farley.”

She jabbed her fork at him. “You can’t have Farley.”

“If I tried to take him, he’d turn me down anyway. He’s in love with your parents.”

“Among others. He’s got his eye on Tansy.”

“Tansy?” Coop considered it. “She’s hot. Farley’s…”-he searched for a word-“affable.”

“And charming and reliable, and very, very cute. He flusters her. I’ve known Tansy since we were eighteen. I’ve never seen her flustered by a man.”

Intrigued, Coop angled his head. “You’re rooting for Farley.”

“Mentally I’m shaking pom-poms and doing C jumps.”

“Interesting image.” He drew his loosely closed fist down her braid. “When’s the last time you were flustered, Lil?”

Since the answer was right now, she slid off the bench, and took the plates to the sink. “I’ve got too much going on to be flustered. Dishes are yours. I’m going up. I need to finish my article.”

He caught her hand as she passed, yanked enough to throw her off balance so he could pull her across his lap. He took her braid again-no loose fist this time-and tugged so her lips lined with his. Took her mouth.

Irritated at being caught off-guard, she pushed, twisted. He was much stronger, his body a lot tougher than it had been once upon a time.

And his mouth, his hands, considerably more skilled.

Lust wrapped around irritation. Need lit a fire to the mix.

Then he softened the kiss, enough to add a layer of sweetness that bruised her heart.

“’Night, Lil.” He murmured it against her mouth before drawing back.

She pushed to her feet. “No physical or sexual contact. That’s a rule.”

“I’m not going to agree to that one. Pick another.”

“It’s not right, Coop. It’s not fair.”

“I don’t know if it’s right or not. I don’t care if it’s fair.” His tone was the equivalent of a shrug. “I want you. I know how to do without what I want, and I know how to go after what I want. It’s about deciding.”

“And where am I in this decision?”

“You’ll have to figure that out for yourself.”

“You’re not going to do this to me. You’re not going to break my heart again.”

“I never broke your heart.”

“If you believe that you’re either seriously stupid or emotionally stunted. Don’t bother me anymore tonight. Don’t bother me.”

She strode away, up the stairs, into her bedroom, where she shut-and locked-the door.

14

Lil waited until she heard Coop start his truck in the morning before she came downstairs. The delay put her a little behind, but the lack of stress made it worthwhile.

She’d done a lot of work, and a lot of thinking, locked in her room through the night. Clearheaded work, she decided. Clearheaded thinking.

She smelled the coffee before she reached the kitchen, and could-clearheadedly-consider that a benefit of having him stay overnight. There were benefits, and she’d weighed them against the difficulties.

Her kitchen was clean. The man was no slob. And the coffee was hot and strong, just as she liked it. Alone in the quiet, she zapped a bowl of instant oatmeal, shoveled it in. Dawn lifted the light when she’d finished, and interns and staff began to arrive for the day’s work.

Enclosures and stalls needed to be mucked out, and the enclosures disinfected. Interns would collect samples of scat from each animal, which would be tested for parasites.

Always, Lil mused as she manned a hose, a fun job.

According to her daily chart, it was time for Xena’s leg to be examined, which meant immobilizing the old wolf and transporting her to Medical. While she was out, they’d give her a full exam and take blood samples.

The little zoo animals required feeding and tending, and fresh hay laid. Horses needed feed and water, exercise, and grooming. The sheer physical labor of a routine morning at the refuge sweated out any lingering tension.

By mid-morning she had assigned some interns to inventory the fencing, the poles, and other materials needed to create a viable temporary habitat for the jaguar before Lil went into the office to contact Butte.

When she’d done all the plans and preparations she could, she went out to find Tansy.

“Elementary school field trip,” Tansy told her, gesturing to the kids being herded down the path. “I put Eric and Jolie on them. They work well together. The fact is, Lil, Eric’s one of the best interns we’ve had in the program.”

“I agree. He’s smart, willing to work, and he’s not afraid to ask questions.”

“He wants to stay another term. He’s already contacted his professors to ask if they’d clear it.”

“We’ve never had a second-term intern. Could be useful.” Lil considered. “He could help with training the newbies, and we could put his own training up a notch or two. If he can make it work with the university, I’ll clear it.”

“Good. We’ll be switching over very soon. Lose this group, start over with the next.” Tansy tipped her head. “You don’t look like you got much sleep.”

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