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will be coming around in a day or two with food, but I wanted to welcome you personally, Mr. Dawson.” She bent over to put the casserole on the bottom shelf of the fridge, giving him a perfect view of a rounded butt stretching the seams of her black pants.
    She straightened, turned around, and tipped her head up, moistening her lips seductively. “Don’t you tell that I came a little early.” She tapped a manicured nail against his chin. “This is just to hold you over until they get here. Got to run. Call me if you need anything, Mr. Dawson.” A pen appeared out of her jacket pocket and she wrote her name and number on the outdated calendar. “We’ll have to see about getting you a new calendar. Bye now and enjoy the casserole.”
    He followed her to the door and opened it for her. “Thank you so much for the food and I’m Blake, not Mr. Dawson.”
    “Right nice to meet you, Blake. I’ll be waiting for you to call.”
      
    Katy Logan popped her hands on her hips. That gesture usually brought her three girls to attention, but since Fiona was in Houston, only Lizzy and Allie sat up straighter in their chairs. “I heard the new cowboy next door is pretty damn handsome. Sure you’re not planning to do any more than fix his roof?”
    Allie took down four plates from the cabinet, put the silverware in the top one, and started setting the table for breakfast. “For God’s sake, Mama. I’m not going to marry the man. I’m going to put a roof on his house and that’s it.”
    Katy pushed her dark hair, with streaks of white starting to show, behind her ears. “Your grandmother said he looked at you like he could eat you up yesterday when you were over there.”
    “Hell’s bells, Mama. Granny was so busy talking about Walter that she didn’t know who she was or where she was. And I smelled like pine oil and ammonia. I don’t think he wanted to bite into that. He just wanted to get me to say yes to helping him out. His kind isn’t interested in women like me.”
    Her youngest sister, Lizzy, whipped her dishwater-blond hair up into a ponytail and went to the pantry to get several bottles of syrup. “This new guy sounds like a player. Why can’t you find a good decent man like my Mitch? He wouldn’t have to be a preacher but he needs to be a godly man.”
    Allie rolled her eyes. “Yes, we all know Mitch is a paragon of men. But I had a man. A husband! I gave him my heart and he broke it. So no, thank you, not just to godly men but to any man. I’m going to the Lucky Penny to put a roof on the house, not have a fling,” Allie said.
    Lizzy plopped the syrup on the table and went to the refrigerator for the butter dish. “If you go over to the Lucky Penny, you can bet you’ll be in the gossip spotlight even worse than when you left Riley. Besides every unmarried woman in Throckmorton County probably is layin’ out plans to get to know Brian. I heard that Sharlene was making a Mexican casserole to take to him. You know what that means.”
    Allie popped Lizzy on the arm. “His name is Blake and I did not leave Riley. He left me and that was seven years ago. And yes, I know that Sharlene expects something hot in return for her hot Mexican casserole.”
    “Mama, she hit me,” Lizzy said.
    “I barely touched you,” Allie protested. Sisters might grow up in body but in spirit they stayed children. Some habits weren’t breakable, like Allie’s instinct to slap Lizzy for being a smartass.
    “Don’t get all pissy with me,” Lizzy said. “I’m trying to make you see that this is a bad idea. You can’t stop gossip and it’s been a long dry spell in town for good rumors.”
    Allie brought out butter and a bowl of fruit. “A roofing job will only last a week. What can happen in a week?”
    “Stop your bickering. You know it upsets your grandmother.” Katy piled the pancakes on a platter, slathering each layer with the butter she had melted earlier. “Who did you say she kept calling the new guy?