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better reception than this!” Abby said, stalking into the kitchen side of the great room.
    Logan’s head snapped up at her words, and he followed her into the kitchen. Now he was really intrigued. Whitefish? Cattle ranch? Talk about peeling an onion!
    She was at the sink, filling a coffee pot with water.
    “Look, I’m sorry about Kassey and Ben, and I’m sorry about what I said. We get middle-class families out here, not people—“, he cut off what he was about to say when she swung around, coffee carafe in hand.
    “Don’t you dare say ‘people like me’. I will throw this water all over you, and that is not the way to start out a vacation.”
    Logan threw his hands up in surrender. Abby stood there, thinking that this was surely the strangest situation she had ever been in, and she started to laugh.
    “Look, Mr. MacKinnon-“
    “Oh, no, if you can insist that I call you Abby and then stand there and threaten to throw ice cold water on me, the least you can do is call me Logan.” he said, lowering his hands and grinning.
    Abby’s stomach did a lazy roll over that grin, and she turned away from him. His eyes were mesmerizing, a perfect gray, no trace of blue or black in them, and they lit up when he smiled.
    “Well, Logan, I appreciate all the info, and please, try to think of me as a middle-class woman out here alone, trying to figure out her life.” Crap, why did she say that?
    Logan stared at her, her long, wavy hair catching glints of the fire from across the room, turning it into a molten waterfall that draped over her shoulders. Better for his peace of mind to think about her with five kids and a husband than to think of her like that!
    “I guess I’m gonna go now, let you get settled in. It’s going on 6 o’clock, so I’ll send someone over here with some food for tonight. The roads will probably be bad to get out to the interstate, and I know you must be tired. I’ll see myself out.”
    Abby waited until she heard the click of the front door shutting, then turned around and faced out into the great room. What possessed her to say that? Think of me as a woman out here alone? To figure out my life? That would cause some problems. Well, it would cause problems for her. She was sure he was married, maybe even to that woman back in the office. She didn’t noticed a ring on his finger but men who were ranchers tended to not wear wedding rings, as they had a tendency to get caught on machines and fences. That was how she needed to think about him, as being married. With kids. Lots and lots of kids. All running pell-mell and screaming for Daddy.
    She turned around and dug for coffee, finally found it, and put on a pot of coffee. She still had her inadequate coat on, but walked out onto the front of the porch. It was already dark, had been for a while or so, but the snow falling was peaceful. It had a dampening effect on sound so she felt that she was the only one in the universe, with no outside noises to break into her solitude. Tomorrow she would worry about her life. Tonight she would just enjoy the Montana quiet and a hot bath and relax. No more thoughts of hot cowboy.
    Chapter Two
    So much for no thoughts about hot cowboy. Abby woke up the next morning, buried under the thick quilt, and lay there. Her dreams had been filled with Logan. Logan riding a horse, reaching down to pull her up; Logan swimming in a lake the color of his eyes, teasing her to jump in with him; Logan reclining in front of the fire, his hand raised up to her, inviting her to lay down next to him. And what happened when she had taken his hand and lay down next to him. She hadn’t thought her imagination was that productive.
    She pushed herself up and rolled off the bed, clad in a flannel night shirt and socks. She walked to the window and opened the shutters, bright sunlight pouring in. She chose the upstairs bedroom, and unpacked last night, not wanting to mess with it this morning. The view that greeted her was amazing. Off