by Leanne Banks
Cecelia gave a short laugh, but hugged him in return. At this point, she wasn’t sure she would ever find her lucky man.
Brent walked her back to the rooming house and she climbed the steps toward her room. On the second flight, Nick called to her. “How’d your date go?”
She glanced up at him as he stood there in all his usual hotness. She was starting to hate him for his natural handsomeness. “Fine,” she said. “The wings were good.”
She turned to walk up the next flight and Nick grabbed her arm. “Wait a minute. Did he try to take advantage of you? What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said. “He was great. He’s just not over his wife.”
Nick’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
“Yeah. I told him he needed to try to win her back,” she said.
“That’s kinda heavy,” he said.
She shrugged. “It needed to be said. I just knew it.”
He gazed at her. “That was a good thing for you to do. You’re a good woman.”
“Yeah,” she muttered. “That’s not getting me a guy.”
“It will,” he told her.
“Maybe,” she said. “There’s still Tim. I’m going out with him and I’m going to give it a good try.”
Nick hesitated then nodded. “Don’t try too hard.”
“What do you mean by that? You’ve been telling me to smile, wear slutty lipstick and a skirt.”
“Just don’t try too hard,” he repeated.
Cecelia groaned and sliced her hand through the air. “Go away. I either need to bake or watch something stupid on TV.”
“Bake,” he said.
“I’m too tired for baking,” she said and stomped up to her room. She slammed the door and turned on her television. At the moment, she hated men. Her dates weren’t working out and she was still having feelings for Nick that she did not want to have.
On Sunday morning, she got up late and ate a big breakfast. Nick had already eaten his. Cecelia chatted with Melba and her husband. Cecelia had a ton of choices for what she could do, but waffled on how to spend the day.
Nick walked into the kitchen and nodded toward her. “You mind working on the preschool this afternoon?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Might as well. Maybe we can knock most of it out today,” she said.
“That’s ambitious,” he said.
She chuckled. “I’m an ambitious woman.”
* * *
Later that day, Nick watched in admiration as Cecelia ripped out a cabinet and a floor. He’d never realized how strong she was. She even smiled as she did it.
“What are you?” he asked. “Demolition woman?”
She laughed. “It’s fun to destroy something that isn’t working to make it into something that will work so much better.” She stared at the subflooring. “Good news. The subflooring is in great condition. We can put anything on top of it.”
“Wood parquet was requested,” he said.
“Then let’s do it,” she said. “Play a game. I ask a question. You answer and I will, too. Then you ask a question. What’s your favorite color?”
“Blue,” he said.
“Blue, pink and red,” she said.
“Pink?” he echoed.
“Yeah,” she said. “I’m a girl. Pink is okay. What’s your question?”
“Favorite food ever?” he asked.
“Food or dessert?” she asked.
He shrugged. “Okay, both.”
“Filet mignon and crab cakes. Dessert, chocolate crème brûlée,” she said.
Nick shook his head. “Expensive tastes. I worry for your boyfriend,” he said.
“I’m worth it,” she said.
“Yeah,” he said. “Where’d you get that chocolate crème brûlée?”
“Thunder Canyon. It was a special at the Gallatin Room at the Thunder Canyon Resort one Christmas. Delicious,” she said.
“Who did you go with?” he asked.
She frowned, remembering the disastrous love affair. “Nobody,” she said. “Let’s work on this floor. What’s your favorite food?” she asked.
“Steak and anything you bake,” he said.
Hours later, they’d laid the parquet. “Good job,” Nick said. “We can take a break and finish the cabinets another time.”
“Will this interrupt the kids’ play time?” she asked, rubbing her back.
“Nope,” he said. “They don’t need the cabinets to play. The cabinets just make life easier for the teachers.”
“Okay,” she said, rising to her feet and wanting to get away from him. Being so close to him reminded her of his body. Cecelia knew that thinking about Nick’s body was a bad idea. She had avoided her attraction to him as long as she could. “Whew. I’m feeling this.”
“Me, too,” he said. “Wanna get something to eat?” he asked.
“Rain check,” she said, because she needed to get her head on straight. She was starting to feel way too attracted to Nick. “I’m beat and need to get up early tomorrow.
“Yeah, but you still need to eat,” he said.
“There are always sandwiches in Melba’s refrigerator,” she said. “I’m glad we knocked this out tonight. Maybe we can finish next weekend.”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’ll walk back with you.”
Cecelia wished he wouldn’t walk with her. She felt almost jittery from her response to him.
“So what do you think of Tim?” he asked.
“He’s a nice guy,” she said. “Like I told you, I’m going to try to give him another chance.”
“And Mr. Australia?” he asked as they strode toward the rooming house.
“I think he’s committed in Australia,” she said.
“Hmm,” he said.
They arrived at the rooming house and climbed to the porch then stepped inside.
“Hi,” Melba said. “How are you kids doing?”
“This kid is tired,” Cecelia said, but stopped outside the den. “What are you watching?”
“A new reality show,” she said.
“Tell me the results tomorrow,” Cecelia said and headed for the indoor stairs.
“Hey,” Nick said, following after her. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine,” she said, determined to be so.
“What if Tim doesn’t work out?” he asked.
“Maybe I’ll find someone else,” she said. “Or maybe I’ll go somewhere else.”
She met his gaze and was surprised at the look in his eyes. He really didn’t want her to leave Rust Creek Falls. Her stomach jolted that he continued to tell her she was so important to him. Especially when he had no romantic interest in her.
Cecelia needed a break. From Nick. She was feeling things she didn’t want to feel. She knew he couldn’t be interested in her romantically, but she was thinking about him more and more, and it was interfering with her chances of starting a relationship with someone else. She had to stop it—for her own sake.
Chapter Nine
Cecelia successfully dodged Nick during the next few days, but on Thursday night she started cooking for the Apple Festival at the church and there was no hiding the wonderful aroma of her apple cakes, apple pies and apple cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. Montana wasn’t known for its fruit, but there were some apple trees that could bear fruit even facing the harsh winters.
She heard Nick enter the kitchen before she saw him. “Don’t even start. This is all for the Apple Festival on Saturday. You can purchase and donate just like everyone else does. It’s for a good cause. The donation will go to people still recovering from the flood.”
She turned around to face him and refused to give in to his glum expression.
“But i
t’s all warm now,” he protested.
“Too bad, so sad,” she said in a brisk voice. “It will all be for sale on Saturday.”
He shuffled to the table and sank into a chair. “I’ll just sit here and smell it, then.”
“You look tired, Nick. Having a rough time keeping up with all your lady friends?” she asked.
He shot her a dark look. “I’ve been working. Regular construction, Maverick for Hire jobs and custom work for the lodge.”
Cecelia made a tsking sound as she began to mix a second batch of frosting for the cupcakes. “Hard to keep up your dating life, but I’m sure you’re managing,” she said.
“I haven’t been on a date in over a week,” he said. “To tell the truth, I’ve been too tired.” He inhaled and closed his eyes. “If I give you twenty-five bucks, will you give me a bite of something?”
He must be desperate, she thought. Plus there was also the fact that she knew that Nick did a lot of charity work. He was always helping out people who couldn’t pay him. Her heart softened a teensy bit. “Okay. Two apple muffins for twenty-five bucks. Frosting or not?”
“I’ll take one naked,” he said and shot her a naughty look. “The other frosted.”
His sexy expression got under her skin, but she told herself to ignore it. She handed him a hot cupcake. “It’s hot,” she warned, but he’d already stuffed it into his mouth.
He opened his mouth and took short breaths.
She shook her head. “When will you learn? When?” she asked and frosted a cupcake then set it in front of him. “Now that you’ve singed your taste buds,” she said.
He walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer then gulped it down. “Now for the second,” he said.
“Where’s my twenty-five bucks?” she asked.
“You know I’m good for it,” he said and pulled out his wallet. He extracted the cash and gave it to her. “There.”
“Thank you very much,” she said and put the cash in her pocket.
Within two moments, he’d gulped down the second cupcake. He pulled a sad expression. “Are you sure you can’t give me one more?”
“I’m sure,” she said.
He sighed. “Hard woman,” he said. “Hard, hard woman.”
“One of my many charms,” she said and smiled. “You always eat the baked goods I give you in two bites. Do you know how to savor anything?”
He met her gaze for a long moment. His eyes became hooded and he gave her a smile that branded her from her head to her toes. “There’s only one way for you to find out.”
Cecelia nearly choked on her own breath. “I think I’ll skip that given you have the attention span of a gnat when it comes to women.”
“I haven’t gotten any complaints,” he said and finished off his beer. “’Night, Cecelia,” he said and swaggered away.
Cecelia couldn’t help noticing his broad shoulders and great, well, backside as he left. She grabbed a glass of water and took a drink, but she still felt way too heated. She considered pouring the glass over her head. This would pass, she told herself. She just prayed it would pass quickly.
Early Saturday morning, she began to load up her truck with the baked apple goods. She was contributing to both the bake sale and the auction. The church was close enough that she could walk, but not with all the goodies she needed to tote. Halfway through her loading process, Nick appeared.
“Let me help,” he offered, his eyes still halfway filled with sleep.
“Isn’t that like asking the fox to guard the henhouse?” she asked.
“I’m good,” he said. “I’ve already decided to buy one of your pies and one of your apple cakes,” he said.
“They won’t be cheap,” she warned him as they carried the baked goods to her truck.
“I can afford it,” he said.
“But there’s no way even you can eat all that within a couple of days,” she said.
“No,” he said. “But Melba said I could freeze the cake in slices. So I’ll be eating the pie breakfast, lunch and dinner.”
She chuckled. “If you say so,” she said. “I’ll see you over there later.”
“Oh, no,” he said. “I’m sticking to you like glue. I’m not letting your pie or cake get away from me because I overslept.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Well, I do believe I’m almost flattered.”
“Why?” he asked as he opened the door of her truck for her. “It’s no secret that you’re the best baker around.”
“Is that why you’re so determined to keep me in Rust Creek Falls?” she asked.
He hesitated. “Part of the reason, but not all. You’re my best bud. I know you won’t take advantage of me...except making me pay triple for those cupcakes last night.”
“You could have bought the cake and pie for double and slept in,” she said. “But since you waited, you may have to bid,” she said.
“Bid?” he repeated.
“Yep,” she said. “They’re holding an auction for some of the items, and it just so happens my pies and cakes are among them.”
Nick groaned. “Thanks for the warning. I’ll just ride with you then,” he said and rounded her truck and climbed inside.
Cecelia gazed at him and noticed he’d skipped shaving. He pulled his Stetson over his forehead and leaned his head back. She felt a surge of affection. Underneath it all, Nick was a really good guy.
A good guy who was interested in just about every woman except her, she reminded herself. Taking a deep breath, she drove to the church. Nick helped her take in the baked goods and she delivered the items to be auctioned. She truly didn’t trust him. Cecelia visited with several other people who had donated items for the carnival. She caught a glimpse of Beth Crowder and rushed to see her.
“Hi, Beth,” she said. “I haven’t seen you this week. How are you doing?”
“Okay,” Beth said, but her eyes still looked sad. “I brought apple dumplings, apple pork chops and apple cheddar bread.”
“Sounds delicious to me,” Cecelia said. “How’s your son?”
“He’s doing well. Not a bit of trouble. On that front, I’m truly blessed.”
“Good for you,” Cecelia said and gave Beth a quick hug. “I should get back to my table. I’m hoping we’ll make lots of money for the emergency fund.”
“Me, too,” Beth said.
“I’ll talk to you later,” Cecelia said and headed for her table.
Nick was already at her table, hovering. “I saw a couple people who looked like they were going to swipe some of those cupcakes.”
“Was one of them you?” she asked.
He scowled at her. “You’re a tough one,” he said. “Very tough.”
A few people stopped by to chat with her and Nick. He wasn’t as friendly as usual because he clearly hadn’t gotten enough sleep. A half hour later, the church opened the doors to the public and a crowd swarmed inside.
“Wow,” Cecelia said, surprised at the turnout. “This is great. I had no idea this many people would come.”
“That much more competition for me,” he grumbled.
Soon, several people showed up at her table, buying cupcakes and slices of pie. Nick gazed at them resentfully.
“You need to change your attitude or go away,” she said. “I’m here to make money and you’re scaring my customers.”
Within forty-five minutes, Cecelia had sold out. She was amazed. “I can’t believe this. I thought I had baked a lot of cupcakes.”
“Your reputation precedes you,” Nick said. “When is the auction?”
“Every hour on the hour,” she said. “There should be one in fifteen minutes.”
Nick groaned. “I’ll pay you a hundred bucks to bake a pie and cake for me,” he offered.
“
I don’t know. That sounds a little low,” she said. “You must be really concerned that I’m going to leave town.”
“I am,” he muttered.
Some sort of ruckus began on the other side of the large room. She heard a combination of squeals and screams. “What is it?” she asked and rushed toward the crowd. She felt Nick walking just behind her.
As she approached the crowd, she craned to see what was going on. She spotted Will Duncan holding a bunch of flowers and extending the bouquet toward Beth Crowder.
Surprise rushed through her. “Oh, my gosh,” she said.
“What?” Nick asked. “Oh, I can’t believe it. Go, Will.”
“Beth Crowder, I love you,” Will proclaimed. “I want you more in my life than I could ever say. I can’t believe a woman as fine as you could want to be with a man like me. But I hope you’ll give me a chance to show you just how beautiful and wonderful you are.”
Beth stared at Will in disbelief, lifting her hand to her throat. “Oh, Will,” she said with a sob in her voice.
“I love you,” he said.
“I love you, too,” she said and lifted her arms.
Will limped toward her and pulled her against him, dropping her flowers on the floor.
Cecelia felt her heart swell with emotion. Her eyes stung with tears. “Oh, how sweet. How very, very sweet and wonderful.” She turned to glance at Nick and was surprised at the expression of intensity on his face.
“I didn’t know if he would step up or not,” Nick said. “But, man, he did it in a big way.”
“Now, that’s a man,” she said.
“A man?” he echoed and made a strangling sound. “I’m glad he went for it, but I’d never do that.”
Cecelia shook her head. “Of course, you wouldn’t. You would have to have a much bigger heart.”
Nick felt as if she’d stabbed him. Did she really believe he cared so little for Beth and Will? Did she really believe he was so harsh.
* * *
That night, Cecelia pulled on her skirt and boots and put on lipstick and mascara. She was meeting Tim tonight at the Ace in the Hole and she wanted to give it her best shot. She really wanted to like him. She was going to give this meeting her best body language and feminine charm.
