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couldn’t. The curve of her ass captivated him until she disappeared around the corner.
    By hiring her, he’d either just made the best choice, or the biggest mistake of his life. How the hell would he make it through one night, let alone three weeks without touching her delectable curves again?
     

Chapter 4
     
    Madison tossed and turned as the wind howled against the windows outside her bedroom. She’d never been alone in such a large house. Every creak and groan made her bolt upright. She clung to the blankets as she studied the shadows for any movement. She knew she was being completely irrational. Who would walk miles through the snow to break into a bed and breakfast in the middle of the winter? It was just jitters from her first night in the hotel.
    As she rolled onto her side, she glanced at the alarm clock. The red numbers glowed five-fifteen a.m. She couldn’t have gotten more than a few hours of sleep, but she needed to get up at five thirty a.m. to start cooking. Fortunately, she’d found a box of biscuit mix, a carton of eggs and a mountain of raw bacon in the fridge.
    She’d seen Esmerelda, her family’s cook, make breakfast so many times that she knew it couldn’t be that hard. But just in case, she slipped out of bed early and started to dress. The previous night’s dinner had been amazing. She didn’t know if they always ate that well, or that much, but they were cowboys, so that was probably the case. She definitely had her work cut out for her. Hopefully she could meet that challenge.
    After showering in warm water, she quickly dressed. She’d forgotten to ask where the thermostat was located, and the temperature had dropped overnight. She spent a few minutes searching for a way to turn on the heat but eventually gave up. The fireplace would have to do for now.
    She’d seen fires being made before and it had looked so easy, but they must have known a trick. She couldn't figure out how to keep the flame lit longer than a few seconds. When she realized she’d burned through half a box of matches, she gave up. Frustration simmered in her belly. Why did everything that looked so easy have to be so hard?
    As she stomped into the kitchen, she cursed her lack of knowledge. She’d never had to start a fire before or cook her own meals. Even so, she was determined not to fail. Come hell or high water, she was going to at least put a good breakfast on the table. If she didn’t, why would Mack keep her? Aside from his impulsive, sexy side, she knew he wouldn’t mess around with his family’s livelihood. He’d replace her in a second if she messed up.
    She turned on several of the gas burners, silently congratulating herself for finally accomplishing something. After setting empty pans on the fire, she walked to the refrigerator and pulled out two cartons of eggs and a slab of bacon.
    Back at the stove, she peeled strips of bacon off and set them into the pan. They instantly sizzled, filling the room with an aroma that made her mouth water and her stomach grumble. She hadn’t wanted to shove too much food in her face the night before, so she’d emulated her mother’s habit of eating like a bird. She was starving and couldn’t wait to sneak a few slices of bacon.
    As the bacon cooked, she cracked an egg into the pan. The edges bubbled up nicely. She had no idea how long she should leave them in for, so she shrugged and turned her back. They’d need at least a few minutes. She didn’t want to serve them undercooked food.
    A large marble-covered island sat in the center of the kitchen. She turned to dump a box of biscuit mix into a large mixing bowl. She’d spotted one of those fancy mixing contraptions on the counter but knew better than to attempt it today. That beast could be tamed later. For now, she planned on keeping things as simple as possible.
    After adding a couple of eggs and milk to the mix, she scooped lumps of dough onto a large baking sheet. With the tray in hand, she turned back