Yes or not

“I think I’ll hang on to this, at least for the rest of the night,” she told Emma. “But Caitlyn—”

“If Caitlyn calls, I know where to find you. Otherwise, your new secretary can handle anything that comes up.”

Cara chuckled. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you, Lauren?”

“It’s actually rather nice to do something so ordinary. Maybe I should chuck it all and become somebody’s secretary. I have terrific organizational skills.”

Both Emma and Cara stared at her. “Have you lost it?” Cara asked.

“Okay, maybe not a secretary,” Lauren said. “Organizational skills aside, I’m a little too bossy to take orders well.”

“An understatement if ever I heard one,” Cara said.

Lauren sighed. “You know who I really envy? Karen. She has it all. A husband who adores her and a ranch.”

“Where she works too hard,” Cara pointed out.

“I guess nothing’s perfect, is it?” Lauren said. She glanced behind Cara. “For example, you have this absolutely gorgeous man staring at you as if you were more tempting than a banana split, and for reasons you refuse to explain, you’re avoiding the guy.”

All three of them turned to stare at Rafe, who was sipping on his drink, his gaze fixed on Cara.

“He’s not interested in me,” she protested. “Not the way you mean, anyway.” “That kiss I heard about says otherwise,” Lauren said. “In fact, that kiss

speaks volumes.”

Emma’s eyes widened. “Kiss, what kiss? That man kissed you? Did you want him to?”

“No,” Cara said. “Yes.”

A slow grin replaced the indignation on Emma’s face. “Not sure, are you?” “Of course I’m sure. That kiss was totally inappropriate.”

“We can sue him for sexual harassment,” Emma suggested, looking a little too eager.

“Settle down,” Cara advised. “Nobody is suing anybody, and you are not taking on any cases in the middle of a dance, not after Lauren worked so hard to make sure you had the night off.”

“I suppose not,” Emma said, clearly disappointed. “But let me know if you change your mind.”

“Do you look at everything in life in terms of the legalities?” Lauren asked

her.

“Pretty much,” Emma acknowledged.

“That has to stop,” Lauren said emphatically, then glanced at Cara. “And

you and I have to see to it. Find this woman someone to dance with. Are there any eligible males in the room? Other than Cara’s guy, of course.”

“Rafe O’Donnell is not my guy,” Cara reminded her. “I’d be glad to turn him over to Emma.”

“Whatever.” Lauren surveyed the gym carefully. Finally her expression brightened triumphantly. “There,” she said. “He’ll do very nicely.” She snagged Emma’s hand. “Come on. Do you know him?”

“No,” Emma said, hanging back. “Then I’ll introduce you,” Lauren said. “Do you know him?” Emma asked.

“No, but that’s a technicality. Don’t be a spoilsport. It’s one dance, not the rest of your life.”

Emma cast a totally uncharacteristically helpless glance over her shoulder as Lauren dragged her away.

“I see your friend is matchmaking again,” Rafe said, coming up beside Cara and startling her so badly she almost dropped her drink. “Think she’ll have better luck with those two?”

“Don’t do that,” she said irritably. “What?”

“Sneak up on me.” She avoided his gaze, pretending that his nearness wasn’t

stirring up all sorts of wicked memories of the kiss they’d shared earlier. She deliberately watched the drama unfolding as Lauren introduced Emma to the stranger, then left them to their own devices. After an awkward moment the man must have asked her to dance, because Emma allowed him to lead her to the middle of the gym. Neither of them looked especially happy about being there, but Lauren stood by beaming her approval.

Apparently satisfied, Lauren came back to where Cara and Rafe were standing. Cara noticed she deliberately inserted herself protectively between them. Rafe noted her action with amusement.

“Still protecting your friend, I see,” he said. “Of course.”

“Trust me, she can defend herself. Did you hear how she doused me with ice earlier today, then made me hike all the way back into town?”

Cara regarded him with indignation. “I did not! You decided to walk back. I tried to stop you.”

Lauren looked from one to the other, lips twitching. “But the part about the ice was true? Did that happen before or after the kiss?”

Rafe didn’t seem the least bit surprised or embarrassed by the fact that Lauren knew about that. “Before.”

“Interesting. I would have thought after.” She grinned. “You know, an attempt to cool you off, so to speak.”

“It would have taken more than a cup of ice to do that,” Rafe said. Lauren waved her hand as if it held a fan. “Oh, my.”

Cara scowled at both of them. “If you two are enjoying yourselves so much, why don’t I just leave? There are a lot of people here I haven’t spoken to yet.”

Before she could take a step, Rafe grabbed her hand. “Not now. I was hoping for another dance lesson.”

She frowned at him. “The band’s not playing country-western tonight. It’s playing oldies. Surely you can slow-dance. Lauren, you dance with him.”

“Afraid not,” Rafe insisted with a perfectly straight face. “No offense, Lauren, but Cara’s a little more patient with my stumbling attempts. Dancing is one of those social graces I never had time to learn. Too much studying. It made me a very dull kid.”

“Then I’m amazed so many women invite you to society balls,” Lauren chimed in, drawing a startled look from both Cara and Rafe.

“How do you know that?” Cara demanded.

Lauren grinned. “The Internet is an amazing thing. You’d be surprised what you can find out. I only scanned a few editions of the New York papers, and guess whose name popped up over and over in the society columns?”

Rafe regarded her with admiration. “I underestimated you, after all, Lauren.” “Many people do,” Cara said. “Lauren, I think maybe you and I need to have

a little talk.”

“Tomorrow will be soon enough. There’s a handsome man who’s eager to dance with you. My hunch is he knows his right foot from his left, despite what he says.”

She winked at Rafe, then added for Cara’s benefit, “Just keep your guard up, sweetie. From what I’ve read about him, you don’t want to cross him.”

Unfortunately, Cara was already well aware of that.

Chapter Four

Since the whole purpose of coming to Winding River had been to clear her head and decide what to do to save her restaurant, Cara awoke at what she considered to be the unholy hour of 7:00 a.m. on Sunday morning determined to get on with that assignment. The only way she was able to drag herself out of bed was by reminding herself that it was nine in the morning in New York.

With Rafe turning up almost everywhere she went, the only way she was going to have any time to herself was to sneak out of her own house and take a drive into the nearby Snowy Range, where distractions were few and far between. And she had to do it before he turned up to accompany her or trail along behind like some sort of watchdog.