“Sure, I’ll show you,” she said. “But finish your coffee by all means.”

“I’m done. I’ll follow you.” He stuck out his hand to Jack, then Preacher. “Later,” he said.

When they arrived at the cabin, Tom parked behind Katie. He got out, pushed his hat back on his head and whistled. “I can see why you’d hate to give this up. What an awesome little cabin.”

“It is,” she agreed. “But I just can’t let the boys play with bear cubs.”

He laughed. “No doubt. Where do you see her most often?”

“Around those bushes,” Katie said, pointing. “And she was crossing the clearing, headed that way.” She indicated. “And when I ran her off this morning, she and the cubs headed up that way.”

“You ran her off?” he asked.

“I have a horn now. And some mace that I hope to never use—I don’t want the breeze blowing it into my eyes. I can’t wrestle a bear if I’m half-blind.”

“You’re something,” he said, laughing. “It might just be her path, the route she likes to take to where she’s going. She might take off in another direction when the cubs mature. Or when she falls in love next time. In fact, if you walked straight down that hill for about a mile and a half, you’d hit the orchard and on the other side of the orchard, the river. Or, here’s a thought—she might have changed her route to the river to avoid predators because it’s hard to keep track of three cubs.”

“I can’t even imagine…”

“You could always get a dog.”

“The dog would scare her away?”

“No,” he said. “But she might eat the dog before she eats you.”

“Funny,” she said, but she did laugh. “Would you like some coffee on the porch? I happen to have some in the pot.”

“That would be perfect,” he said. “After we met the other day, I thought of a couple of things I wanted to tell you. And ask you.”

“Oh? Well let me get that coffee. Come inside if you like.”

He was right on her heels and while she was fixing the coffee and warming some water in the microwave for tea, he was looking around. “This is awesome,” he said.

“It’s perfect for me. With the boys’ toys, TV and video games up in the loft, I can keep the living space picked up without them undoing my housekeeping one step behind me. A couple of kids can really wreak havoc on a house.” The microwave dinged and she pulled out her hot water. “What did you want to ask me?”

He held the door to the porch open for her. “I wanted to tell you—I’m just back from Afghanistan myself. My deployment was my last assignment in the Marines and time to get out. And I wanted to ask you—” He waited for her to sit. “When did you lose your husband?”

“Right before the twins were born, so I doubt there’s any chance you knew him.”

“I was in Iraq three years ago,” he said. “So, you’ve been widowed for a while.”

“Five years plus,” she said. “Charlie was in the army.”

“Again, I’m sorry, Katie. On my way home to Virgin River, I stopped off to visit a buddy’s widow. We’ve lost some real good men.”

“How’s your friend’s widow doing?”

He shook his head. “She’s having some real hard times right now, but she has family around. I think I might head back there to check on her after we harvest the apples.”

That touched her; what a nice man, she thought. But then, some of Charlie’s buddies had visited her.

“I guess it’s not too soon for you to think about dating,” he said.

She knew it was coming. She had sensed it from their first meeting. “Well, it’s not. But it’s an awkward moment—I’m kind of…” She stopped to think of how she should put this, exactly. “I guess the only way to describe it is, interested in someone.”

He grinned at her. “I guess the best thing for me to do is hang around till you lose interest.”

And then, with the most miserable timing, Dylan pulled into the clearing, parking beside Katie’s SUV. He had his motorcycle propped up and strapped into the bed of the truck. The place was starting to look like a parking lot.

Dylan didn’t seem to be intimidated by the presence of another man. He jumped out of the truck and sauntered toward the porch, his boots hitting the ground pretty hard, his thumbs in his pockets. He was smiling, but it looked pretty contorted given his bruised face. “Howdy,” he said, sticking out his hand toward Tom. “I’m Dylan.”

Tom stood uneasily. “Tom,” he said. “Tom Cavanaugh. What happened, man?”

“This?” he asked, pointing to his face. “Katie roughed me up.”

“I did not!”

“Accident,” Dylan said with a laugh. “Always wear a helmet, man. Katie, I brought you a six-pack and some other stuff.” And he turned and went back to his truck. He proceeded to take grocery bags into the house.

“That him?” Tom asked. “The one you’re interested in?”

Katie scowled. “No,” she said. “Dylan is just a friend. Passing through town. He’ll be leaving soon.”

Dylan stuck his head out of the door and said, “Actually, I thought I might stay a couple of days, if that’s not a problem. Really great to meet you, Tom.” And then he disappeared into the cabin again.

Katie looked at Tom. “Ever have one of those annoying visitors? The kind who just doesn’t get it when they’re not actually invited?”

Tom laughed. “Maxie, my grandmother, has a million friends. She never had a visitor she wanted to leave.”

“Hmm. Maybe she’d like to have Dylan,” she offered.

Tom laughed and stood up. “I’ll call the game warden, Katie. Listen, don’t become the bear’s adversary. Stay out of her way. New mothers can be unpredictable.”

Dylan heard the talk on the porch. Is he the one you’re interested in? No, just a friend, passing through town… He chuckled soundlessly. He was still putting food in the refrigerator when he heard Tom’s truck start up and back out of the clearing. And then Katie was there. “Oh, you’re funny,” she said. “I guess if I’d wanted you to stick around before I should’ve just told you to leave.”

“Are you throwing out the dating net, Katie?” he asked.

“That’s none of your business…”

“You should tell me so I can manage to be…ah…unobtrusive when young Tom comes calling.”

“How about absent? Absent would be so much more convenient than unobtrusive.”

His expression became serious. “Look, I don’t blame you for not wanting to move in with your brother—I personally think he has a short fuse and a very crabby disposition. But I don’t think you should be all alone out here. I’m cooking tonight—my special pizza. The boys will love it. I’ll take the couch.”

She put her hands on her hips. “I don’t think so.”

“Then I’ll sleep in the truck. Or on the porch—I have a sleeping bag.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Being responsible? Helping out?”

“I’m not your responsibility,” Katie said. “And you’re confusing me. You’re in, you’re out, you’re back, you’re leaving…”

“I missed you,” he said. “And I shouldn’t have left the way I did. But I had to leave. And we’re not done talking…”

“Don’t you have to get back to work? Don’t you have an airline and airport to run? A movie to make? The paper says you’re living on a big estate in Montana—you won’t be happy on a couch. Or a porch.”

He scrunched up his eyebrows. “Estate?”

“Your grandmother’s estate…”

“Estate?” he said again.

She sighed deeply. “Airline? You own the airport it operates out of? Your rich and famous grandmother’s estate? Am I speaking a foreign language here?” she asked.

He was careful with his answer; he was not smiling. “I checked in with the company. They’re maintaining in my absence. And the ‘estate’ is being watched over. Would you like me to take you on a nice long, exciting bike ride? That used to blow your whistle.”

Her hand slid over her belly. “Maybe not while I still have the remnants of this little bug…”

“Shouldn’t you be better by now?”

“Something’s going around, so don’t breathe my air. You don’t want to catch it.”

“I’m not too worried about that. I’d be willing to take my chances for a whiff of your air.”

“As flirting goes, you might be losing your touch.”

“Okay, tell me this. How do we make peace with your big mean brother so I don’t get hauled off the couch and beat senseless in the dark of night?”

She couldn’t help but smile at him. “Already on the couch, are you? I thought you were taking the truck or the porch.”

“I’m trying to make up, Katie. Work with me here.”

“Leslie and I will take care of you and Conner,” she said. “Don’t worry about a thing.”

Dylan smiled broadly. He was feeling a sense of safety and familiarity. This was one of the reasons he hadn’t fallen in love before, he realized. He was used to women who thought he was important, either as an actor or the owner of an airline. Hah—two six-seaters and a Lear! Or the owner of an airport—a relatively short runway paved onto his grandmother’s back forty and a couple of Quonset hangers and a prefab building for an office. Oh, yeah, there was that wind sock. Suddenly he wondered how many people thought he lived on an “estate.”

Katie wasn’t that impressed. She wouldn’t trade a thing for his importance. The two women Dylan admired most were his grandmother and his best friend’s wife, and Adele and Sue Ann didn’t need a man to define them, bring their value into focus. He was ready to add Katie to that group, but…

“When I explain that he has to be nice to you, what should I say you’re doing here? Exactly.”

“I told you. I’m trying to make amends for acting like an ass after having a very romantic fling with you. A fling that shouldn’t be finished anytime soon.”

“I don’t know how that’ll go over,” she said.

“You don’t have to tell him about the fling unless you want to. Know what I really wish, Katie?” he said. “I wish we could start over. I wish I could unsay a bunch of stuff and say some new things.”

Her hand slid over her stomach again and she said, “Too late, I’m afraid. I didn’t trust you too much before and I trust you a little less now.”

He had work to do here, he realized. Serious work, regaining her trust. “Can I see those articles again? The ones you saved?”

“Knock yourself out,” she said. “I’ll call Leslie at work. We can decide what to do with you two imbeciles.”

So while she headed for the phone, he headed for the trunk. And he listened to what she was saying.

“Well, he was on his way out here to apologize for being a jerk when Conner went after him, so now I’ve got this banged-up guy on my couch, trying to make amends…”

“Couch,” he muttered under his breath with a smile.

“Do you think that’s a good idea, getting them together? No, no of course not! Just the bare…you know…And let’s not push on that—that’s up to me! And tell Conner he’d better remember that! Yes, I told him he’s forgiven, but I don’t think I want to get mixed up with him again. But it’s still inexcusable for Conner to be beating him up like that! You should see his face! Oh, really?” she asked, then laughed.