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  Laughter rippled out of Maggie. “That sounds like something my imaginative sister would say.”

  He stole a covert glance at Kathryn, whose cheeks looked flushed, before she climbed in the backseat behind Maggie. Jake shook his hand one more time before getting in the driver’s seat.

  Colt moved closer and tapped on Kathryn’s window so she’d open it. He stared down into eyes as blue as Montana’s big sky country. “The kids will be home by three-thirty. It’ll make their day to find you here.”

  “I’ll be back in time.”

  Not by a flicker of an eyelash or an inflection in her voice could he detect what was going on inside her. To his irritation, she closed the window, putting a barrier between them when he wasn’t ready for it. But as he turned away, he noticed the rapid throbbing of the pulse at her throat. It couldn’t be the altitude doing all that to her.

  He waved off his guests before heading back inside the house, but once at his desk in the den he couldn’t concentrate on the accounts. After an hour, he gave up.

  Damn if it wasn’t happening to him…

  That deep ache only the right woman could arouse, with her alluring scent and mysterious smile. How could he not crave the accidental brush of her hip against his or her sudden slight intake of breath in an unguarded moment?

  Colt couldn’t begin to count the ways the voluptuous shape of her mouth entranced him—or the way the unexpected compassion in those blue depths for someone else’s stolen child could move him to tears.

  When the phone rang, he clicked on without checking the caller ID and almost said her name. “Hello?”

  “How does it feel to be another year older?”

  “Sherry?”

  She laughed. “Who else? You sound odd.”

  “I’m afraid my mind was on something else.” Someone else.

  “I thought I’d better get in a phone call before you start celebrating. Did our presents reach you in time?”

  “They came two days ago, but after the great Thanksgiving you gave us, you shouldn’t have sent anything.”

  “Colt! You’re impossible!”

  “Sorry. I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful.”

  “I know,” she murmured. “I wish we could be there to celebrate with you, but Bob couldn’t get away. This is his busy time doing audits.”

  “But you’ll be coming to our place for Christmas, right?” Except that he couldn’t think that far ahead. He was still working on the countdown until Kathryn returned from town.

  “You couldn’t keep us away. Now tell me what’s being planned for your birthday?”

  “I’m not sure. The kids have been cooking up something with Noreen.” As for my surprise…

  “Then it’s bound to be special because they love you to death. So do I.”

  “The feeling’s mutual, Sherry. Thanks for making my day. I’ll phone you tomorrow and give you the details.”

  “You’d better!”

  After they rang off, he realized he couldn’t stay in the house any longer without climbing walls knowing Kathryn wasn’t far away. Why not surprise the kids and be there waiting for them when school was out? Pushing himself away from his desk, he strode through the house for his hat and jacket.

  Once in the car, he phoned Noreen and told her to be on the watch for Kathryn. He was going to pick up the twins.

  THE SILVER SPUR MOTEL on the outskirts of Bozeman provided exactly what Kathryn wanted. After seeing Maggie and Jake off at the airport, she registered at the front desk before driving around to Number Ten. The tiny room, with its log cabin walls, felt warm and she could park in front of it. No fuss, no bother.

  While she’d been with her family and Colt earlier, she’d excused herself long enough to put her suitcase back in the trunk and bring in the presents for him. Once his birthday party was over, she’d tell the twins she had business in town and leave.

  He’d hired Jake to track down Natalie. Though Kathryn would be helping her brother-in-law, she refused to use it as an excuse to stay at the ranch house. Colt didn’t want her there, so the less interaction she had with his children the better. This was the best plan.

  Before she drove back to the ranch, she took off her navy two-piece wool suit and changed into jeans and a café au lait long-sleeved blouse with a cream-colored crocheted vest. She’d already styled her hair in a French braid that morning and decided to leave the gold studs in her ears.

  In deference to her cowboy mood, Kathryn pulled on the brown leather boots she always wore riding with her family. She liked the idea of being taller. It would put her at less of a disadvantage around Colt.

  A fresh coat of coral frost lipstick, a little peach-scented lotion and she was ready to go.

  With every mile that brought her closer to the ranch, she could feel more heat radiating from her body. By the time she’d parked the rental car at the side of the house, she was a trembling mass of emotions. The fact that the Xterra was missing only heightened her sense of anticipation.

  Noreen greeted her at the back door. “I saw you coming. Colt’s gone for the twins. Come in and make yourself comfortable.”

  Kathryn followed her through the house to the dining room. “Something smells delicious.”

  “Matt asked me to make barbecued spareribs. It’s one of Colt’s favorite meals.”

  “It’s one of mine, too. How can I help you?”

  “Everything’s ready except the decorations. Allie had visions of blue and white streamers hanging crisscross fashion above the table. Ed was going to do it, but he’s been delayed. I brought in the ladder.”

  “I’m taller. Put me to work.”

  “That would be wonderful.”

  Kathryn eyed things critically. “Let’s fasten them from the chandelier to the window frames. I’ll twist them first.”

  Before long they’d transformed the room. She climbed back down. “There!”

  Noreen beamed. “It’s perfect.”

  “I think so, too. Where does the ladder go?”

  “On a couple of hooks in the storeroom behind the kitchen. If you’re going to do that, I’ll run back to the other house and get changed.”

  “Go ahead.”

  Grabbing the leftover streamers and tape, Kathryn carried everything through the kitchen to a doorway at the other end. She turned on the light and found an empty space for the crepe paper on one of the shelves. There were hooks on the opposite wall. As she started for them, she heard Colt’s voice coming from the kitchen. “Noreen?”

  “She’s at her house!”

  The next thing Kathryn knew, he’d moved behind her and put the ladder in place. Her mouth went dry because she was trapped between his arms with her back against his chest. The strong pounding of his heart had already reset the rhythm of hers. Heat enveloped her body.

  “Colt, you can let me go now.”

  “I could, but I don’t want to,” he whispered against the side of her neck. His hands slid around her waist, bringing her closer so there was no air between them. “It isn’t often I find such a tempting morsel in my storeroom. Surely you wouldn’t deny me this simple pleasure on my birthday.”

  She sucked in her breath. “The twins will see us.”

  His warm breath at her nape sent sensation after exquisite sensation through her nervous system. “They dashed upstairs to do the last of their clandestine plotting.”

  “D-do they know I’m here?” she stammered helplessly.

  “They saw the car, but assumed it was someone on ranch business waiting for me. Allie begged me to get rid of them fast.”

  “You should take her advice.”

  “Not until I’ve been given my birthday kiss.”

  “That wouldn’t be a good idea.” Her voice shook.

  “I disagree.” He turned her around so fast her head swam. While she was still reeling, he cupped her hot cheeks with his hands and lowered his mouth to hers.

  Kathryn had wanted this for so long she melted against him, but his tender kiss
was over before he’d allowed her to kiss him back. She moaned as he relinquished her lips. “That’s for being an angel to my little girl. I’ll never forget.”

  Gratitude. Colt had just bestowed the kiss of death.

  They both heard excited voices that were growing louder. His hands slowly fell away from her face. “I guess it’s time to reveal the mystery guest.”

  Struggling to recover from the pain, Kathryn rushed into the kitchen at the same time the twins made an appearance.

  “Katy!” She saw them staring at her and Colt as if they couldn’t believe their eyes.

  “Your father hired my brother-in-law to track down your mother. Jake asked me to do some research for him in Bozeman, so I’m here for a day or two.”

  “Yes!” Allie squealed.

  Realizing they needed more of an explanation, she said, “Since Ed was late, I volunteered to string up the decorations.”

  “I helped Kathryn put the ladder away,” their father added in a wry tone.

  At that remark, she might have blushed if Colt had kissed her with passion, but he wasn’t capable of that emotion, at least not with her. The only way to handle this was to be a friend to him and his children.

  “Thank goodness your dad arrived in time to prevent it from falling on my head!”

  Matt let out a bark of laughter. Allie said, “The dining room looks awesome.”

  Kathryn smiled. “I can’t take any credit. Noreen said the streamers were your idea.”

  “But you made everything beautiful. Will you come upstairs with me for a minute?”

  “Sure. Excuse us,” she called out to Colt without looking at him.

  “Don’t be long, ladies. It’s my birthday and I’m ready to party.”

  Allie laughed. “I thought you were upset at being a year older! Come on, Katy.”

  Together they hurried through the house and up the stairs to Allie’s bedroom. Kathryn eyed Colt’s flushed-faced daughter. “You look fully recovered from your flu.”

  “I feel great!”

  “That makes me very happy.”

  Her brown eyes glowed. “Your being here for Dad’s party is perfect!”

  “Jake took the day off from his work so my sister could fly us here this morning for a talk with your father. When I realized we would be arriving on his birthday, I brought a present that I thought you and Matt could give him along with your other gifts. It’s guaranteed to be a hit. I’ll get it.”

  Allie picked up a shopping bag full of presents and followed her to the guest bedroom.

  “Here. Take this one in your other hand.” Kathryn handed her the framed, gift-wrapped poster. “I’ll bring my other presents.” After putting the rolled-up posters beneath her arms, she said, “Let’s go before your father gets too impatient.”

  They started down the stairs. “He’s going to have a cow when he sees all this!”

  Kathryn tried to keep a straight face. “Is that good or bad?”

  “Definitely good,” Colt answered for his daughter. There was nothing wrong with his hearing. He stood in the foyer with Matt. His eyes locked with Kathryn’s. She couldn’t read what was behind that enigmatic gaze. If he feared she was hoping for a repeat performance of what had happened in the storeroom, he didn’t need to worry. His grateful tribute had cured her.

  Matt rocked on his cowboy boots. “Noreen’s got everything ready.”

  They proceeded to the dining room. It was growing darker out. The addition of a lovely cloth, candlelight and a decorated chocolate cake forming the centerpiece provided the magical touches to the birthday feast. Kathryn read, “Happy 36, Dad.”

  “Here. Let me.” Ed, the older, dark blond rancher now free of his cast, helped Allie spread her packages around the pile already visible on the hunt board. Both he and Colt gave Allie a curious stare as he lifted the framed poster and rested it against the wall.

  While Matt helped Kathryn to the table, Colt helped his daughter. Noreen brought the ribs from the kitchen. Ed said grace and they were ready to eat.

  For the next half hour, conversation centered around the twins and their latest activities. Kathryn mostly listened, only now and then asking a question. Throughout the delicious meal she avoided looking at Colt.

  Once they’d sung “Happy Birthday” and had eaten cake, Matt and Allie took turns giving their dad a present to open. Every gift appeared to be a winner: a robe, sweats, cologne, socks, a Western shirt, leather gloves, ski gloves, new ski goggles, a couple of T-shirts…everything for the well-dressed rancher.

  Kathryn finally dared to smile at Colt. “That’s quite a haul. I think it’s time somebody else around here got a present.” Five pairs of eyes blinked in surprise. “Matt? Will you hand one of those cylinders to Noreen and Ed? Then give one to Allie and take one for yourself.”

  While everyone started unwrapping their gifts, Colt stared at Kathryn with a bemused expression on his rugged face.

  The responses were everything she could have hoped for. Cries of “Dad! Colt!” resounded as they unraveled the posters of the beloved man seated at the head of the table. “Oh, my gosh! You look so young!”

  Allie ran over to Kathryn. “Where did you get this?” she cried out with tears in her eyes. “I love it! I can’t wait to show all my friends! They’re going to die!”

  “You’re so awesome, Dad!” Matt’s voice croaked. “Rich has got to see this!” He stood in the corner of the room examining it.

  Noreen and Ed’s eyes grew misty as they handed their poster of the legendary rodeo champion to Colt for him to see. Ed handed him a pen. “I want your autograph. This could be worth a fortune someday.”

  Kathryn understood everyone’s joy because she felt it herself, but it was time to make her exit. Otherwise she might never be able to pry herself away.

  “Happy birthday, Colt.” She got up from the table. “Thanks to all of you for letting me be part of this celebration. Noreen? The food was out of this world, but now I’m afraid I have to leave.”

  Allie looked stricken. “Where are you going?”

  “Back to my motel in Bozeman.”

  “Motel?” the twins moaned together.

  “Yes. While you people have a whole night of celebrating ahead of you, I need to accomplish a day’s worth of foundation work plus some business for Jake before tomorrow morning.”

  “But you can’t go yet!”

  “Kathryn said she had to leave,” Colt reminded his daughter in a voice of understated authority. “She flew here from Salt Lake to help us find your mother, remember? Let’s let her get on with her jobs. Matt? Would you bring down her suitcase, please?”

  “Sure.”

  “Don’t bother to go up, Matt. I left it at the motel.” Avoiding Colt’s piercing gaze, she looked at Allie. “I think there’s one more gift your father hasn’t opened yet. Right?”

  “Yes,” the girl whispered.

  “Then have fun. I’ll see myself out.”

  Kathryn hurried through the house to the back room, where she grabbed her purse and parka. Within a minute, she’d reached the car and was headed for town.

  Colt didn’t want her getting any more attached to his children and was glad she’d done the right thing by leaving. That was why he hadn’t tried to stop her. Any goodbye had been said in the storeroom behind the kitchen.

  Her pain went too deep for tears. Frozen-faced, she drove straight to her motel needing to talk to Maggie.

  Maybe her sister had radar because the second she closed the door to the room, her cell phone rang. She pulled it from her purse and checked the caller ID. It was Donna.

  Her stomach knotted because her assistant wouldn’t call this late at night unless she had important news.

  “Hello?”

  “Kathryn?”

  Just the way Donna said her name, she knew what she was about to say. “That body was Whitney’s, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes.”

  Hot tears spurted from her eyes. “I have to get off the phone now
and call my parents. Thank you for letting me know.”

  “Of course.”

  But the second Kathryn hung up, she threw herself across the bed and sobbed because a miracle hadn’t happened for that little girl’s family. She sobbed for all the helpless kidnapped children who this very night were being molested or killed somewhere in the world. Not even everything the McFarland Foundation could do had prevented this crime against Whitney.

  Beyond heartsick, she lay there for a long time in such a deep sorrow, she didn’t realize her phone was ringing. Finally stirring, she sat up and looked at the caller ID. It was her sister. She clicked on.

  “Maggie?”

  “I’ve been on the phone with the folks. Did you hear about Whitney?”

  “Yes. I just got off the phone with Donna.”

  Neither of them spoke for a minute. There were no platitudes they could say to comfort each other. Another tragedy had befallen another child. Yet next to her grief lay her guilt for thinking of Colt right now and how incomprehensible it would have been if Allie had been lost to him forever.

  “How was the birthday party?” her sister ventured. “You know what I mean.”

  “The surprise was everything I could have hoped for. Allie and Matt loved the posters, but I left before Colt opened the framed one.”

  “Why did you do that?”

  “Because I got an answer earlier tonight.”

  “Translation please.”

  Knowing Maggie wouldn’t let it go, Kathryn launched into an explanation of what had happened in the storeroom. “I was ready to explode like a volcano, but his brief, chaste thank-you kiss cooled everything down. He might as well have been the Pope giving me a benediction for my goodness.”

  Instead of her sister coming right back with the assurance that Kathryn had misread the situation, she said something entirely different. “You were right about him being a complicated man.”

  Maggie’s quiet response set off an alarm bell. There was a message behind her words, otherwise she would have waited until Kathryn had returned to Salt Lake to talk about the little girl who’d been murdered. Kathryn gripped her phone tighter. “What do you know that I don’t?”