Home On The Ranch

But when she headed inside, he stopped halfway up the front steps. Not wanting his unwillingness to go inside to prevent her from tending his wound, she motioned for him to sit on the steps. “I’ll be right back.”

She made for the bathroom, which was cluttered but not as crammed full as the rest of the house. After locating a clean washcloth, some hydrogen peroxide and an assortment of other first-aid supplies, she hurried back outside to find Austin with his feet on the second step and lying back on the porch. For a moment, she thought maybe he’d passed out. But he turned his head toward her.

Ella plopped down next to him, sitting cross-legged, and set to work washing away the blood and cleaning the wound. As cuts went, it wasn’t very big. But head lacerations were notorious for bleeding like crazy, making the injured party look like Carrie on prom night.

“I suppose I’ll live?”

The rumble of Austin’s voice so close sent delicious shivers across her skin. Why hadn’t she noticed his voice was so sexy it made her want to hop out of her clothes?

Oh, good grief. All work and no play were making Ella a naughty-minded girl.

“You should be fine as long as you don’t try headbutting any more gutters.”

He sighed and tried to sit up. Not even thinking about her action, she pressed down on his shoulder.

“Hang on. Let the bleeding stop so I can get a bandage on it. When was the last time you had a tetanus shot?”

“No clue. Probably when I was in school.”

“I’d suggest getting one.”

“I’ll be fine.”

She sighed in exasperation. Now who was being stubborn? “Tell yourself that when you’re spasming so hard you break your bones.”

He looked like he might respond but then seemed to reconsider.

Ella tried not to think about how close her bare leg was to his bare arm as she leaned forward to apply antibiotic cream to the cut. She wasn’t sure if heat was really coming off his body like he was a furnace, or if she was just flushing from the images traipsing through her mind. Things such as Austin back on that ladder but without a shirt and his jeans hanging low on his hips.

She made a frustrated sound without thinking about it.

“What’s wrong?” Austin asked as she affixed the bandage.

“It’s just blasted hot out here. I feel like I’m going to cook.”

The way he was looking up at her certainly wasn’t helping lower her temperature either.

“You do know you live in Texas, right?”

“Doesn’t make it any less true.”

For what felt like an unnaturally long moment, he stared up at her before finally lifting himself to a sitting position and propping his forearms on his legs, letting his hands dangle between his knees.

“Got to admit I’m not used to this anymore,” he said. “Air-conditioning spoils a person.”

“All that time sitting in an office?” She couldn’t help being curious about this man who did zippy things to her lady parts.

He glanced over at her. “How do you know I work in an office?”

“Well, I didn’t figure you were a highway worker after the AC comment.” She paused. “And Keri at the bakery might have mentioned you worked at an energy company or something.”

He huffed out a little laugh. “I manage to forget how everyone knows everything about everyone here.”

“Trust me, it’s not the only place that’s like that.”

“Where are you from originally?”

She made a circular motion in the air with her index finger. “All over. Army brat.”

“Bet that was interesting.”

She shrugged. “Yes and no. Japan was neat. I still love Japanese food.”

“Not a lot of that in Blue Falls.”

“No, but I like it here.” She glanced out across the land where Austin had grown up. “I used to envy kids who got to stay in one place.”

“We always want what we don’t have.”

“I guess that’s true.” Despite the fact she’d known this man all of a single day, she found herself wondering what Austin wanted that he didn’t have. Other than to get his grandparents’ property cleared out and sold, that was. “Well, if you need more first aid, just yell. I’m going back to work.”

Before she could lift herself to her feet, Austin stood and held out his hand. As she looked at that proffered hand, some heretofore unknown alarm system in her head started clanging as though Blue Falls was about to be bombed by B-52s. Some instinct said if she touched his hand, she was going to have trouble sleeping at night, no matter how exhausted she was.

But then she couldn’t really refuse without appearing rude. Telling herself to think about anything other than Austin—the price of bread, how many elements she could remember from the periodic table, how dandelions grew back so blasted fast—she accepted his hand. Dang if he didn’t pull her up as easily as if she weighed no more than one of those dandelions. And as she feared, sizzles of electricity raced up her arm and proceeded through the rest of her body.

“Thanks,” she said, wincing inwardly at how forced her cheery voice sounded.

Austin released her hand so suddenly it was as if her touch had turned scorching hot. Trying not to be offended, she gave him a quick smile and retreated inside. But when she returned to the area of the kitchen where she’d been logging her finds, she had a hard time focusing on the task. In fact, she found it hard to sit still. Darn her overactive imagination. It was having a field day up in her head, wondering what that large, warm hand would feel like touching her face, his fingers finding their way through her riot of curls to the back of her head.

No, she wouldn’t think about his lips. Nope, nope, nope.

Determined to regain some of her suddenly AWOL sanity, she decided to tackle a closet in the master bedroom. But when she stepped through the doorway, her gaze landed on the bed covered with an old-fashioned chenille bedspread. She knew she was in trouble when instead of wondering what she could do with the chenille, she had a mental flash of crawling beneath it with a very hot and naked Austin Bryant.

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