remember her.
“Good morning,” she answered. A hint of fear darkened her eyes as she studied him. “We could use some help, Mr. Adams,” she ?nally said, “if you don’t mind.”
He wasn’t surprised she knew his name, but the alarm he’d seen cross her gaze startled him. The woman had no reason to be afraid of him. He meant her no harm. Unfriendly to her brother, maybe, but no danger to her.
Cooper set his hat down and offered his support to holding the packages together. His large hands made easy work of the chore. Mary wrapped the string around tightly. When she leaned closer to him to tie the knot, a strange fragrance rattled through his senses. She smelled of freshbaked bread and spices, and spring water and blankets warmed in front of an open ?re.
The scent of her was nothing like he would’ve expected.
She was plain, washed away even more in her faded brown dress. Yet there was nothing false or bottled about the aroma in the air when she stood so close.
“I’m ?nished,” she said a few inches from his ear. “You can let go now.”
Cooper stood back, embarrassed that he’d leaned so close. He crammed his hat low on his head and picked up the purchase. “I’d say you forgot quite a few things.” He teased Winnie as he nodded politely to Mary.
“You won’t tell the sisters, will you? I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“I promise,” he said without glancing back toward the girl. Winnie had always called Johanna and Emma “the sisters” as if they were a matching set of bookends.
When he turned to leave, Winnie stopped him, taking the bundle from his hands. “I did buy one more thing. Mary will show you while I say goodbye to Mr. Woodburn.”
Cooper had no choice but to follow Mary to the back of the store as Winnie headed out the front.
“I hope my sister wasn’t any trouble to you.” He was searching for something to say. “Sometimes she can get to talking and…”
“She was no trouble,” Mary told him. “She’s a treasure.”
Cooper tried to see the woman’s face as she wound around counters and shelves. Surely she was kidding. He loved his sister dearly, but few others saw her charm.
As they passed into the crowded storage room, Cooper had to duck to keep from hitting rusting clutter hanging from the rafters. The place was a wreck, boxes, empty trunks, old furniture stacked, piled, and hanging everywhere, skeletons from a better day.
Mary stopped so suddenly, Cooper bumped into her. He gripped her shoulders in an effort to steady both himself and her.
“I’m sorry,” he said against the back of her hair.
The smell of her surrounded him once more. That clean, fresh fragrance almost made him believe there was still a kindness in the world he once saw as a child. He’d take that aroma over any he’d ever smelled from a bottle, but he couldn’t name exactly what it was.
Twisting suddenly from his grip, Mary backed away. Even in the shadows, he saw the fear in her eyes.
“I’m sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to slam into you.” Cooper felt as clumsy as a drunk staggering on the street. “I was looking up trying not to bump my head when you stopped.”
She watched him for a moment as if considering screaming for help. Then, slowly, she took a deep breath and seemed to force herself to relax. “It’s understandable. This room can be traitorous at times.”
No smile softened her words.
He found himself studying her closely, wishing he understood her. There were secrets behind her cautious eyes. Secrets he wasn’t sure he was brave enough to investigate. She’d been hurt by a man, sometime, someplace, and as the brother of three sisters, Cooper hated to think of any woman being harmed.
“Your sister’s purchase.” Mary pointed to a huge wooden rocker hanging from nails on the back wall. “I wasn’t strong enough to lift it down.”
Cooper evaluated the ugly chair. Too large, too old, too scarred to be of much use. “Are you sure Winnie bought this?” He felt like a fool for asking even before the words were out of his mouth.
Mary nodded. “She asked if we had a rocker and insisted on this one the minute she saw it. She said something about every woman should have a rocker sitting next to her hope chest.”
Groaning, he reached for the chair. When he’d been a kid, he remembered his sisters having hope chests ?lled with what they called “someday items.” Surely Winnie had given up on the idea of someday having her own home and family.
As he lifted the heavy oak from the wall, his hat tumbled. Cooper twisted trying to ?nd a place on the ?oor to set the chair while he retrieved his hat. There was no room.
“I’ll get it,” Mary ?nally offered, squeezing past him and the chair.
When she leaned up and placed the hat back on his head, her body brushed against his arm. Cooper ?inched like he’d been hit by a cannonball in the gut. Her nearness in the shadows was the most intimate feeling he had ever known. He wasn’t some schoolboy who had never been close to a woman, but every part of his being reacted to her.
For one moment, totally by accident, they had connected. He felt as if, with her slight movement, she’d somehow brushed against his beating heart.
He forced himself to move, to follow her back to the front of the store and out the door. He was being foolish. Nothing had happened between them. They had touched by accident, nothing more. He wasn’t even attracted to her. But for all his bravery, he couldn’t force himself to look at Mary Woodburn.
Maybe she hadn’t noticed a thing.
Maybe she was still as afraid of him as she had been earlier.
If he met her expressive eyes, he would know. She couldn’t hide the truth any more than she could hide her fear.
One thought kept his gaze on the ground. What if, when they touched, she’d felt the slight shift in the earth he had? By magic, or witchcraft, or pure fantasy, what if they both had felt it? What if the shy little woman truly had touched his heart?
Chapter Three
MARY WOODBURN STOOD at the window of her brother’s store and watched the tall cattleman maneuver his wagon down the muddy street. He seemed hard as leather, yet he’d worried about her when they bumped together. A kindness lay just beneath his weathered toughness; a kindness she’d guess might be there when she observed him moving about town.
“Best stop your dreaming, girl,” her brother said when he noticed her staring. “He wouldn’t give you the time of day, that one. Only reason he spoke to you now was because you were so nice to his sister.”
“You don’t know, Miles. Maybe he’s different.”
“If there’s one thing I do know it’s the men in these parts.” Miles blocked her view of Cooper Adams. “They’re a wild bunch, probably only half tame when the war called them and completely loco when they came home. The fellows out here are too wild to live in respectable towns. Murderers. Thieves. Rebels. And worse even than the Johnny Rebs are the deserters who hid out in these parts refusing to ?ght.” He mumbled the same things he had said for years. “I might hate the Rebs, but at least I can respect them. For all you know that Adams was one of the worst.”
Mary didn’t want to hear any more of her brother’s neverending lecture. “But Adams took good care of his sister just now. He was kind to her even though I could tell he was in a hurry.”
Miles nodded. “That he did. I’ll give him that much. A nice lady like that must be pained having such a mean brother.”
“You don’t know he’s worthless or mean. Winnie says he’s killing himself trying to run his ranch all alone without a wife to help him.”
Miles frowned at her as if he felt truly sorry for her. “Mary, don’t go making up some story in your head. There are no ‘happyeverafters’ out here. You know ?rsthand how mean these men can be.”
Mary felt her face redden. She quickly backed into the corner so her brother wouldn’t see how his words had
