Stealing The Cowboy's Heart

“Sorry about that. I had to pull out the cupcakes—” Kylie stopped in the doorway. “What did you do, chase away all my customers?”

“I wish.” He glanced toward the window.

She followed his gaze and grinned. “Oh, that’s Mary Sara,” she said, waving. “She won’t come in until after she goes to the bank.”

“Don’t you have any help?”

“I did. There was a teenager who used to come in after school, but she left for college last month. I’m pretty sure I’ll have someone else starting soon.” Kylie blew at the stray wisps of hair fluttering around her face. Her cheeks were flushed, probably from the heat of the oven.

Though he’d like to think he had a little something to do with it.

The way she watched him sip his coffee sent his heart rate into overdrive. When he realized she wanted to smooth her hair back without using her hands, he reached over to help her out.

She ducked. “Why don’t you come on back with me while I make some frosting,” she said, pulling her gaze away. “At least you can sit.”

Without waiting for a response, she whirled around and retraced her steps.

Landon hung on to his mug and used one crutch to follow her. “So, you might be able to expand?”

“That depends on a number of things.” Kylie sighed. “I can’t believe I brought up the bar stools. That was so dumb. I wanted to play down the whole city coffee bar thing.”

“Better they know ahead of time, right? So they get used to the idea.”

“I can’t afford to alienate my customers, and honestly I don’t want to hurt their feelings. Most of them are just nice, lonely old women.”

“So, then what about two small tables?”

“In that little corner? I’m busy in the morning and the tables would just be in the way.”

“I meant really small, like those round tables you see in cocktail lounges. That should fit.”

“With chairs, too?” She shook her head. “Anyway, I’m trying to preserve the rustic feel of the place to balance out the coffee bar. Keep it from looking like I’ve gotten too citified.”

“Okay. I get it,” he said. “How about a couple of bench seats built against the wall? That wouldn’t take up much space. Make ’em right, and people won’t be camping out all day.”

Kylie laughed. “Are you saying the seats shouldn’t be too comfortable?”

He just grinned.

The kitchen was old but spotless, which wasn’t surprising. In between rodeos some of Gary’s so-called friends had used the house he and Kylie shared as a crash pad. Yet Kylie had always managed to keep the place clean. Landon had mentioned something about it not being fair to her, and Gary had blown up at him. Told him it was none of his goddamn business. Landon couldn’t argue with that.

Kylie stopped at a scarred butcher-block island that sat in the middle of the kitchen. Leaning against it was the metal folding chair. “This is sturdier than it looks,” she said, glancing at him as she set it up. “I should’ve brought your coffee. I’m sorry. Where’s your other crutch?”

“I get along just fine with one.” Closing in on the island, he took the last foot with a short hop on his good leg. Coffee sloshed over the rim onto his hand.

“Uh-huh.” A grin teased the corners of her lips. “You were saying?”

“No fair. You’re making me nervous.”

“Me?” She let out a laugh. “Please.”

“Come here.”

Wariness changed her expression. “Why?”

“Jesus, I’m not gonna bite.”

She slowly rounded the island. The second she was within reach, he caught her wrist and held her hand against his chest. “You feel how fast my heart’s beating?”

“So what? So is mine.” Her eyes widened when she realized what she’d just admitted. The second she tugged her hand back he let her go.

While he still had his wits about him, he said, “I figure we can call it even.”

Her cheeks matched her pink apron and made her eyes sparkle like emeralds. He wanted to kiss her so bad, but he might have waited too long to reenter her life. He owed it to her to wait and see where she stood.

Chapter Five (#u48cd36b5-1fd4-56d5-b460-9a411150d700)

Kylie combined the ingredients for the frosting in a bowl while Landon got comfortable. The darn man had been in town only a matter of hours and already he was making her jittery.

“Tell me about the expansion. What does it depend on?”

“Well, the city owns the building and they use the space next door for town meetings. Sadie—she’s the mayor—thinks they should move to a bigger location. If they do, she’ll give me first crack at renting it.”

“How big is the place?”

“Big,” she said as she got busy whipping in the chocolate. “I wouldn’t have to rent the whole thing. They could break it down. I’d still have plenty of room for tables and chairs, and I could build up the coffee bar business, too.”

He was quiet for such a long time that she glanced up at him. Oddly, he was staring at the mixing bowl and frowning.

“What’s wrong?”

“Hmm?” He met her eyes. “Nothing. When do you see something like that happening?”

“Maybe never. I just don’t know at this point. Anyway, it wouldn’t be cheap since I’d have to knock down part of the wall. I’d have to save up.”

“So, you’re getting a quote just on the counter?”

She nodded. “And a matching condiment cabinet.”

“Sounds like a good place to start.”

“Except for the older customers.” She started icing the cupcakes for the special order that would be picked up soon. Hyperaware of Landon watching her, Kylie fumbled the spatula and gouged a hole in the third cupcake. Calmly, she set down the spatula before she did something stupid, like throw it against the wall.

“Did you do that on purpose?”

She looked up and saw that he wasn’t joking. “Why on earth would I do that?”

“I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Maybe to put something extra in it?”