Dancer got more fractious by the day. She was new since he'd last been on the ranch, but everything told him her labor wouldn't be easy. He'd have to watch her closely.It had been a long day. He'd slap a sandwich together and try not to miss Vondell's cooking too much. All he needed was a shower, something in his belly, and several hours in the sack.The minute he opened the kitchen door, something smelled so good Boone's mouth started watering.Then his gaze lit on Maddie, and he almost groaned out loud.She looked right at home. And she looked good, damn it.Her dark hair was piled haphazardly on her head, anchored by what looked like chopsticks that shimmied gently as she turned. "Hi. Ready to eat?" Maddie smiled."I told you not to cook for me.""No, you told me I didn't have to cook for you. I miss cooking. Gotta keep my knife hand sharp."The sparkle in her eyes, the mischief in her grin, both drew him like a beacon. As if ignoring her presence in the night ahead wasn't already going to be tough enough.He should get started ignoring her now—but man, did something smell good.Her smile widened.
