furniture for the ranch house.â
Greta understood why he wanted to combine the three activities. There were no furniture stores in Laramie. He could order a big-ticket item like a pressure cleaner from the local hardware store, but heâd have to wait to have it shipped. In San Angelo, he could buy a pressure cleaner, even some furniture, and possibly take both home with him the same day.
Shane looked at Greta steadily as she handed him a steaming mug. âI thought you might like to go with me and pick out the bare essentials.â
Meaning what? Greta wondered. A bed? She arched a brow, not sure whether she was surprised or pleased by his persistence, just knowing she was surprised. âToday?â
Shane leaned negligently against the long, stainless steel counter and shrugged his broad shoulders affably. Like her, he was keeping up an oh-so-casual demeanor. âWeâve gotta have somewhere to sleep tonightâunless you want to camp out on the floor.â
Greta didnât even want to think about sleeping with him again. Last night and this morning had been disturbing enough, throwing her senses into a turmoil sheâd be weeks, maybe even months, recovering from.
âI could have you back here around lunchtime. Maybe a little later,â Shane promised.
âTrust me on this. You wonât be happy with what he gets unless you have a say in it, honey,â Bart said as Greta handed him his coffee.
That would have been true if she actually planned on living there for more than a week or so, but since she didnât, Greta didnât really feel she had any right to say anything about what kind of furniture Shane wanted. Greta stirred cream and sugar into her coffee. âIâm sure whatever Shane picks out will be fine.â
âYou donât want to go with me, then?â Shane asked, studying the coffeemaker with more than necessary care.
Greta shook her head. To her dismay both men looked disappointed.
âWell, I better get a move on then,â Shane drained the rest of his coffee in one gulp and set his mug back on the counter.
âArenât you going to stay and have some breakfast?â Greta asked, thinking of the array of baked goods heâd brought.
Shane shook his head. âIâll grab something on the road. See you tonight.â
Greta struggled between guilt and relief. She continued to eye him coolly. âWhat time?â
Shane shrugged, remote now. âI donât know. Late afternoon, maybe suppertime.â
Shane said goodbye to Bart, gave Greta a husbandly kiss on the cheek and hugged her, then headed out the door.
âYou should have gone with him, honey,â Bart said as soon as Shane had left.
Greta knew sheâd hurt Shane, brushing him off that way. Even if she was only doing what she was supposed
to doâwhich was prove to everyone once and for all that she and Shane were not suited for each other. Tearing her eyes from Shaneâs handsome shoulders and sexy stride, Greta turned back to Bart. âDadââ
âHeâs trying to make a home for the two of you. He deserves your help.â
He deserved something all right, for putting me on the spot like that. âAnd Iâll do what I can,â Greta promised. Short of actually being a wife. Or sleeping in the same bed with him again. Or having hot, wild, sex with him. Or falling head over heels in love with him.
Bart regarded her with fatherly concern. âLook, honey, I wouldnât have advised you to enter into this hasty marriage, but now that you have, you owe it to Shane to be the best wife you can possibly be.â
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