She looked up as he entered, but didn’t smile or even acknowledge his presence. Buck grunted softly and pulled a chair out from the kitchen table, turning it around so he could straddle it. When Ellie glanced at him again, it was with one dark eyebrow arched and her head cocked a little to the side. “Do you ever seat yourself normally at the table?” she asked wryly. “Like a regular human being?” Buck looked down at his arms, which were resting on the chair’s back, and chuckled. “Honestly, I never thought about it. Tyler and I normally ate in the bunkhouse with the other cowboys, and all we have at our dinner tables are benches.” “That explains it, then.” Buck suspected the it in question was Ellie’s idea of good manners, and he had the niggling urge to stand up and turn the chair around to suit her. That wasn’t going to happen. He shifted more solidly into place on his backward-facing chair. Ellie sighed deeply. “What do you want, Buck? I’m kind of busy right now.”
