“I think you should ask her. I might not get it right. Everything I just told you is fact. Her reasons for going public with her writing identity… those are hers to tell.”
“I feel like I’m about to meet a legend.”
“That’s not far off, son,” Harry said.
His gaze locked with Sara’s. “What did you get me into?”
“Nothing you can’t handle, cowboy.”
He liked the way she was looking at him. Liked it a lot. If they were in County Kildare, he’d know what that look meant.
But he was a stranger in a strange land. Before he made a fool of himself, he needed to find out what was going on with her.
Was she the type who enjoyed stirring up a fella but never intended to follow through on the invitation she’d issued? He didn’t believe it. She’d been nothing but kind to him. Her wish to help him find out about his mum was sincere.
But if she wanted the sort of thing from him that her eyes were communicating, had she thought it through? After this week they’d likely never see each other again.
That truth was only the beginning of the mess they could make of this. Then came the logistics of the situation. She was staying out here within arm’s reach of her relations.
He had privacy to offer in the form of his hotel room, but she had no transportation unless she used the family rental. He couldn’t picture her asking to borrow that vehicle so she could spend the night with him at the hotel.
Even if she was sassy enough to ask, her family would likely remind her that this was a dead-end situation. And they would be right.
But what if she didn’t care about that? What if she was all for living in the moment and capturing joy wherever she found it? If that was the case, where did he stand on the matter?
He didn’t know. Such a circumstance had never presented itself. Living in one spot all his life, he’d never been in the position of wanting a woman he’d never see again. He saw his ex-girlfriends all the bleedin’ time.
Lani leaned forward so she could see past Sara. “Don’t forget about your sandwich.”
“Oh, right.” He picked up the bag he’d set between his feet to keep it from tipping.
“I’ll get you some water from the back.” Sara unlatched her belt and scooted around so she could kneel on the seat and reach in the back. Moments later she handed him a chilled bottle.
He decided against sayingthank you, ma’amand settled for justthanks.After this meeting with Desiree, however it went, he and Sara would have a talk.
CHAPTER SIX
As they all exited the SUV in the parking area a few yards away from Desiree’s ranch house, Lani pulled Sara aside and lowered her voice. “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” She boldly met Lani’s gaze, but inside a little voice whisperedliar, liar, pants on fire.
“He’s only here for a week.”
“So?”
“Why are you flirting with him?”
She folded like a cheap shoji screen. “Because I’m an eejit.”
“A what?”
“Never mind. You’re right. I’ll?—”
“Are you girls coming?” their mom called out.
“Be right there, Mom,” Sara called back. “Lani saw something stuck in my teeth.”
“Because you’re lying through them,” Lani muttered as they walked toward the group of three standing by the porch steps. “I thought you liked Rance?”
