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seek behind the bluffs. Just the thought brought a blush to her cheeks and a rush of warmth to her pussy. Which one would she choose? Or did she want her cake and to eat it, too?

Chapter Four
     
    Walter showed Marie to her room. It had a full sized bed with loads of lace pillows propped against the headboard and a homemade pink flannel comforter that looked thick and inviting. A wide double paned window looked out over the meadow and stream toward the bluffs that seemed close enough to touch.
    “They’re farther away than they look,” he explained when she went to stand in front of the window. “If trouble comes to the ranch, you take a horse and head for that outcropping that looks like an arrowhead.” He stood behind her positioning her shoulders, then pointing out an extension of rock that did indeed look like an arrowhead.
    “See the lower edge? If you look in that area, you’ll find supplies enough to keep you alive in the hills for several days. Food, camping supplies, extra clothing.”
    Marie turned to look at Walter who had stepped back a respectful distance from her. “Do you expect trouble?” She watched him closely for his reaction.
    “Better to be prepared, little lady,” he said without directly answering her question. “You come on down to dinner when you get hungry. My wife fixed up some homemade biscuits and fried chicken.” He gave Marie a friendly grin. “You don’t want to miss her fried chicken.”
    When Marie stepped into the kitchen, Walter and Reno sat at the table with a plate of biscuits between them. A small dark haired woman fussed round the stove and Jack stood at the old-fashioned pump sink in the corner of the room with his shirt off, washing what looked like hay particles off his arms and upper torso. Marie’s mouth went dry at the expanse of chest and the bulge of muscles that rippled above the snug fit of his jeans. He had a tattoo of the rising sun on his right arm that she hadn’t noticed back in D.C. because he’d been wearing a t-shirt that concealed it.
    He caught her staring at him and blushed adorably, toweling off before pulling a fresh blue t-shirt over his head. Surprised at his reaction, Marie kept watching him, lost in the captivating blueness of his eyes and the endearing way he avoided looking at her. Finally, unable to resist, he glanced back at her with a vulnerability that squeezed Marie’s heart.
    Obviously still feeling a little awkward, Jack sauntered over to the table, brushing against Marie as they both headed for the same seat at the table. Marie’s breasts barely brushed his arm, but she felt a jolt of electricity at his touch, and Jack gave her another vulnerable glance that stole her breath along with her heart.
    A new sort of confusion settled over Marie as she took the seat Jack held for her between him and Walter. He carefully avoided looking her way, turning his full attention to Walter’s wife as she carried the platter of fried chicken to the table and placed it between him and Reno.
    “These two used to fight for the drumsticks.” Sallie gave them both a motherly smile, lightly placing her hands on each of their shoulders. “They were always competing for something, but you couldn’t separate them, no matter how hard they argued. Closer than brothers, I told Walter.”
    Marie looked from one of them to the other. So they were childhood friends. That made a lot of sense. Now she understood why they had such a rapport. She could almost see the two of them in childish competition, yet bonding together to fight the world if one of them was threatened. Marie hoped she’d find out more about their background, but figured she would have to work on Reno if she wanted any details. Jack just didn’t seem like the kind to give any information away despite his sudden thawing.
    “Sit down and eat with us,” Walter told his wife. “You’ve done enough fussing over these two. You’re going to spoil them.”
    They all laughed, obviously