She wouldn’t think about him having to buy more. That was his problem. She shut the lid of the trash and turned her back on them.

She paced for a while, trying to clear her mind.

It worked, too, an idea came to her. Granted, she usually had ideas, but this one was perfect. All she needed was some…help.

At that deflating thought, she sank to her tiny couch in her tinier apartment, stared blankly ahead and laughed at herself.

She’d almost thought there…she’d almost forgotten…that she didn’t have a soul in the world she could turn to for help.

She’d always liked it that way before. She’d been pushing people away her entire life, making sure the only person she could count on was herself.

And now, blithely caught up in the moment and her growing affection for this ridiculous little town, and even more ridiculous little café that wasn’t hers, she figured she’d just suddenly turn to someone, just like that.

She could turn to Riley.

“I have no idea where that thought came from,” she said to the big, fat cat who insisted on climbing onto her lap. “I don’t need help from anyone, especially him.”

Harry began to purr. “It’s his eyes,” she told him. Despite Riley’s easygoing, laid-back nature, he saw too much. She didn’t trust him, or the way he made her feel. “Ugh. You’re heavy, cat.”

“Meow,” he said with reproach.

Guilt actually swamped her. “I’m sorry, you’re right. Harry. You’re heavy, Harry.” Then she laughed at herself for being silly. Harry couldn’t care less what she called him as long as she fed him. “Why are you here, anyway? And you, too,” she said to the dog who lumbered into the room from the bathroom, where he’d been lapping at the toilet water again. “You’re disgusting.”

He blinked, insulted, and she relented. “Okay, I’m sorry. But surely someone else, anyone else, has a bigger pad for you to crash in.”

He licked her hand, walked in a tight circle exactly three times before plopping at her feet with a loud grunt.

Her heart tugged. There was no denying it, it tugged hard. Because the dog had chosen her?

That’s pathetic, she told herself, but she let out a little sigh and leaned back on her couch, totally and completely…content.

It was nice.

Oh man, she’d really lost it if that was the case, if she could feel contented a million miles from nowhere.

Someone knocked at her door, saving her from her own agonizing thoughts. The dog didn’t even lift his head.

“You could at least pretend to protect me,” she told him, and opened the door. “Dora,” she said in surprise to the grocery clerk.

Dora’s hair was even bigger today, if possible. It had to have at least an entire bottle of spray in it to keep it that height. She wore tight leggings and an even tighter crop top-white with neon-green polka dots.

Her bubble gum was purple this evening. “You’re in.”

Holly laughed. “Well…I’m out. Out of my mind, actually. But feel free to leave a message.”

“Is the job still open?” Without waiting for an answer, Dora pushed her way into the apartment, walked into the postage-stamp-size kitchen and opened the plastic container she carried.

A heavenly scent wafted through the room.

“Homemade lasagna. I brought three different kinds-meat, three-cheese and-” she shuddered “-this one is just for you, sweetcakes. Low-fat vegetarian.”

Holly grabbed a fork and took a mouthful of heaven. “You’re hired,” she said before she’d even swallowed.

“I want big bucks.”

“How big?”

“Bigger than what I’m making.”

“That should be easy enough.”

“I want Mondays off, that’s my nail-and-hair day.”

“Which I can see is very important to you,” Holly said, tongue in cheek.

“I want-” Dora broke off and looked at her in surprise. “You mean it? You want to hire me?”

“Absolutely.”

To Holly’s horror, Dora’s eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, pulling a tissue out of her cleavage and blowing her nose so loudly it woke up the dog. “Thank you. Thank you so much.” Then she rushed to the door.

“Wait-” Holly stood there awkwardly. Tears were a complete bafflement to her. Not her own, which she sometimes shed in the deep, dark of the night, then pretended the next day nothing had ever happened, but someone else’s tears. Dora’s.

“Thank you for believing in me,” Dora said softly. “Not many do. I’m not exactly…popular.”

“I thought everyone who was born and raised here was popular. It’s the outsiders who aren’t.”

“I’ve made myself an outsider all my life. I’m pushy, I’m aggressive and I like to gossip. I work at the grocery store because my aunt owns it and it would look bad if she didn’t let me. But I’ve wanted to get my own job for years now, I’ve just never had the skills.”

“You really did cook this lasagna, right?”

Dora blinked in surprise, then laughed through her tears. “Yes. I said I was obnoxious, not a liar. Is the job still mine?”

“Are you going to cry every day?”

“No.”

“Then it’s yours.”

Later when Holly was alone again, she stood surrounded by both dog and cat, marveling at the truth.

She wasn’t really alone at all, and she hadn’t been since she’d first arrived.


RILEY SPENT the entire next two days dealing with a ring of ranch thieves. The property in question was on the far north quadrant of the county, which meant he spent more time out of town than in it.

He had invaluable help from both the neighboring county sheriff and his own staff, but it was still Wednesday before he was back in his office on a normal schedule.

He pulled up to his building after a morning of chores on his own ranch and took a double take at the Café Nirvana.

The parking lot had cars in it.

Amazed, he crossed the street, envisioning a nice hearty breakfast, something he hadn’t had time for since Maria had cooked his last one on Sunday.

Just the thought had his mouth watering.

And his heart pounding.

Because truth was, it wasn’t just his stomach he was thinking about. No, it was that odd little quiver in the region above, where his heart lay.

Damn, but he was doing it again. Thinking about a woman he didn’t want to be thinking about. Why couldn’t it be simple? If he had to start thinking soft, mushy thoughts, why couldn’t it be for someone he could really fall for, someone who could actually fit into his life?

Not someone like his own mother, someone who would never stick around. He’d had plenty of women in his past, but he’d never felt the earth move or heard fireworks in his head while being with one. He’d never really thought about a particular woman in the permanent sense before, and he wasn’t superhappy about doing it now, but he wouldn’t shy from it.

He just didn’t want it to be Holly.

He opened the door to the café, anticipation thrumming through him in spite of himself.

And found utter chaos.

The stark white walls were halfway painted in a soft pastel color he couldn’t have named to save his life. On a ladder, covered in paint, was his deputy sheriff, Jud.

The counter was stripped of its usual disorganization and assortment of salt and pepper shakers, sugar holders and napkins containers. Straddled on top of it, scrubbing for all she was worth was…Dora? The grocery clerk?

Seated in the corner, listing ingredients into a small tape recorder was Maria. Maria?

That settled it, he’d stepped into an episode of the X-Files.

It got even more curious.

Both the dog and Harry slept on a rug at his feet. Together.

The red booths were all ripped out and upside down on the floor. Replacing the faded red vinyl with new, dark-blue material was Mike, who looked to be in the middle of a sales pitch to Holly about his latest paintings.

“They’ll make great wall hangings,” he was saying around the two nails sticking out his mouth.

Holly herself didn’t look like Holly. Her hair was up, but not in its usual sophisticated style. Instead it’d been shoved into a ponytail holder. Blond strands escaped everywhere, curling around her temples and cheeks. She wore a sleeveless cotton number in can’t-miss-me-green and…jeans. Jeans. He looked twice to be sure, but yep, that was form-fitting, soft-looking denim clinging to her every curve.

When she saw him, she went still. Then she smiled. It knocked his socks right off and for a moment he couldn’t remember why he was here.

Then she moved toward him, setting down her clipboard. When she stood before him, separated only by the mat holding the sleeping animals, she clasped her hands together and looked at him.

He wondered if her hands had the same itch to reach for him as his had to reach for her.

“Hey,” she said softly.

“Hey back.”

“You’ve been busy.”

“Yeah. So have you.” He nodded to the animals, both of whom looked as if maybe they’d been washed clean. “You have mascots now?”

Her smile faded. “They’re not staying.” She looked around her. “Don’t you…notice anything different?”

“You’re wearing jeans. Nice. Very nice.”

“I meant the redecorating.”

“I liked it the way it was. Those jeans though, they can stay.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, he could tell.

“I guess you’re not offering breakfast,” he added.

“I’m going to reopen on Monday. Newly decorated, with a new style. That family thing I was telling you about. Three meals a day.”

“You’re…up for that?”

Her smile was a little tight, tenser than before. “I’ve hired help. This is going to work. It’s going to be perfect.”

“What do the new owners think of that?”

“There hasn’t been an offer on the place yet.”