Page 59 of The Cowboy's Christmas
“Thanks.”
He passed close enough to Savannah’s chair on his way to the coffeepot that she felt the cold come off his coat. But beneath that cold coat was one hot man.
Deke waved him to his usual chair, and he sat, giving Savannah a quick once-over as he did so, as if ascertaining that she was all right.
Savannah swallowed a prickle of irritation. She wasn’t going to have this guy who chased her away last night riding herd on her. It would probably be better, given the circumstances, if they kept their distance.
“We might have a ranch hand,” Deke said.
Quinn’s cup hesitated midair, then he brought it to his lips. “Good for you,” he said before sipping.
“I’m interviewing him tomorrow in Marietta on the big Santa trip. Savannah is going to shop with the girls, so I was thinking that you could join me for the interview? I want to make sure I can trust him on a tractor around Savannah and that he’s not going to rob the place later.”
“Sounds good.”
“You’ve been a lifesaver,” Deke continued, “but you probably want to get home before Christmas.”
“It’s not really home, per se,” Quinn pointed out, reinforcing his assertion that he wasn’t a guy who hung his hat anywhere for too long. “I’m glad to stay on a bit longer if you need me, but,” he gave a shrug, “if this guy can use the work…” He lifted his cup instead of finishing the sentence.
“We appreciate that,” Deke said, looking at Savannah as if expecting her to chime in.
“We do,” she agreed, a whisper of regret going through her as she confronted reality. What she had before her was a man who avoided making ties. A self-proclaimed drifter who was having difficulty reaching out to his own brothers.
Granted, that was a tricky situation, but still…
Still…you more than like him.
And he’s not going to stick around for that.
