bang made him turn toward the back of the house. He followed the rhythmic noise past the kitchen and pantry into a large utility room. Stephanie sat on the floor in front of a washer. An open manual lay on her lap and there were tools and assorted parts all around her.
In the ten or fifteen minutes since she'd cleared his table, she'd changed her clothes. The tailored slacks and attractive sweater had been replaced by worn jeans and a sweatshirt featuring a familiar cartoon mouse. As he watched, she jabbed the side of the washer with a large wrench.
“Rat-fink cheap piece of metal trash,' she muttered. 'I hate you. I will always hate you. For the rest of your life, you're going to have to live with that.' He cleared his throat.
Stephanie gasped and shifted on the floor so that she faced him. Her eyes widened and her mouth twisted into a half smile that was as much sheepish as amused.
“If you keep sneaking up on me like this, I'm going to be forced to put a bell around your neck.' Nash leaned against the door frame and nodded at the washer. 'Is there a problem?'
“It's not working. I'm trying to use guilt, but I don't think it's helping.' She glanced from him to her jeans and back. 'I thought you were heading out.'
“The battery in my rental car is dead.'
“Did you try guilting it into behaving?'
“I thought a jump would be more effective.”
“Sure.' She tossed down the wrench and rose. Wearing athletic shoes, she barely came to his shoulder. She gave the washer one more kick, then walked toward him.
“Lead the way.' Nash straightened. 'I could take a look at that if you would like.' Stephanie appeared doubtful. 'You don't strike me as the washer repairman type.'
“I'm not, but I'm pretty mechanical.'
“Thanks, but I'm going to get a professional in. I'll go get my car keys. Why don't you meet me in front?' Stephanie waited until Nash had started down the hallway before running upstairs to get the keys out of her purse. When she reached the top floor, she told herself that her rapidly beating heart had everything to do with the effort required to climb two flights of stairs and nothing to do with her guest's appearance. She figured she was being about sixty percent honest.
The truth was Mr. Elegant-in-a-Suit looked just as good in jeans as he had all dressed up. Daylight suited him, as well. Despite the fact that he couldn't have gotten more than four hours of sleep, he looked tanned, handsome and rested. She, of course, had dark circles that had defied her heavy-duty concealer and a bone-deep weariness compounded by a broken washer and an as-ever challenged bank account.
She took the back stairs down to the rear entrance and climbed into her minivan. After backing out of the driveway, she positioned her car so her bumper nearly touched his.
Jumper cables proved to be something of a challenge, but after rooting around in the garage for a few minutes, she found a set behind a box of old spare parts for some mystery machine. She picked them up and turned, only to run smack into Nash.
“You all right?' he asked as he grabbed her upper arms to steady her.
All right? With her nose practically touching his chest and her hands thrust into his rock-hard stomach? He smelled good, she thought wistfully as she inhaled the scent of soap and man. Something deep inside her, that feminine part of her dormant for the past three years, gave a slight hiccup of resurrection and slowly stirred to life. Awareness rippled through her. Awareness and sexual interest.
Telling herself that the good news was that this would be a great story to tell her friends the next time they managed to sneak away for a girls'-only dinner, she stepped back and cleared her throat.
“Okay. While I'm out today I'm definitely getting you that bell.' She handed him the jumper cables. 'Hooking them up is going to be your problem. Iknow what a car battery looks like, but if I used those things, I would probably electrocute myself and set both our vehicles on fire.'
“No problem. I appreciate the help. Are you sure I can't repay you by looking at the washer?”
“Thanks, but no. Think of this as part of our service here at Serenity House.' Nash studied her for a few seconds before turning and walking toward the parked cars. Stephanie sighed in relief. While the offer to pay her back was really nice, she had less than no interest in an amateur messing around with her washing machine. Whenever Marty had decided to 'help,' he ended up completely breaking whatever had only been partially broken before. Now she hired experts at the first sign of trouble. Easier and certainly cheaper in the long run.
She followed Nash to the curb and watched as he popped the hoods on both vehicles. He stretched out the cables and clamped one end to her battery.
“What brings you to Glenwood?' she asked as he walked to his car and she did the same.
“I'm visiting family.' Huh. She wouldn't have picked him for the small-town type. 'I don't know anyone named Harmon in the area.' He opened his car door. 'Actually their last name is Haynes.'
“The Haynes men?' He frowned slightly. 'You know them?'
“Sure. Travis Haynes is our sheriff. Kyle, his brother, is one of the deputies, as is his sister, Hannah.' Stephanie tilted her head. 'Let me see. I think Hannah is only a half sister. I never heard the whole story. There are a couple more brothers. One's a firefighter and one lives in Fern Hill.'
“You know a lot.'
“Glenwood isn't the big city. It's the sort of place where we all keep track of each other.' Which was one of the things she liked about the area. While owning a bed and breakfast had never been one of her dreams, if she had to run that kind of business, far better here than somewhere cold and impersonal.
Nash moved into his car and turned the key. The engine caught.
When he stepped back out, Stephanie studied his dark hair and strong jaw. 'I can see the family resemblance,' she said. 'Are you a cousin?'
“Not exactly.' He released the jumper-cable connection. 'I don't know much about them. Maybe you could fill me in later.' A shiver shimmied through her. Anticipation, she realized. Great. In the time it took to serve breakfast and dig out jumper cables, she'd developed a crush. She was thirty-three. Shouldn't she be immune to that kind of foolishness? He coiled the cables, then handed them to her. 'If it's not too much trouble.'
“Not one bit. Hunt me down when you're ready. I'm usually in the kitchen after the boys get home from school.'
“Thanks.' He smiled. Unlike last night's, this one reached his eyes. They brightened for a moment, which made the cold foggy morning suddenly less dreary.
Oh, she had it bad. And as soon as her long-legged, hunky guest drove off in his rental car, she was going to give herself a stern talking-to. Falling for one pretty face once had turned her life into a disaster. Did she really want to risk that a second time? She was a sensible woman with children and bills. The odds of her finding love with a decent responsible guy had to be substantially less than one in a million. She would do well to remember that.
Chapter Two
Nash circled around Glenwood and started out on the interstate. He checked his watch and when he'd traveled twenty minutes, he drove off at the next exit, turned around and headed back to town.
With his car battery charged, he meandered through the picturesque residential neighborhoods. Ancient trees lined many blocks, the heavy branches touching over the streets and providing tunnels of shade. Big lawns stretched out in front of well-kept houses. Bikes and sports equipment littered the edges of driveways while bright blooming flowers provided color.
The quiet small-town neighborhood wasn't anything like the lakefront in Chicago where he currently lived. No big city lurked in the background. Despite the geographical differences, he was reminded of life back where he'd grown up. Possum Landing, Texas, might not have been as upscale as Glenwood, but it had the same friendly feel.
He made a couple of turns without any thought of direction. He just wanted to keep moving. Eventually he would have to get in touch with his brother and deal with the pending family reunion, but not just yet.
After his next right turn, he drove onto a wider street lined with huge Victorian houses. They were similar to Stephanie's. All restored, all elegant and framed by massive trees. A discreet sign in front of one indicated it was
