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after Tom Cutter died. Nobody would have built over a grave. What are you getting at?”
    “This is a courtesy call, Miss Crockett. Mr. Field wants me to inform you we are drafting a lien against your property until its rightful owner can be determined. That and whether your cabin is the burial site of Tom Cutter, making it a historical landmark.”
    “Over my dead body. Let me talk to Mr. Bennett.”
    The line disconnected. Kate slammed down the receiver. Blood rushed in her ears. She felt faint and went to the sink to get a drink of water. If the call wasn’t a prank, they would call back.
    When the phone didn’t ring after fifteen minutes, she headed for Colton’s room to see if he was done with his shower. She found the door ajar. He was face down on the rollaway in his shorts with his feet hanging over the end. The pillow was hugged beneath him and soft snores came from under the arm his head was buried in.
    “Colton.” She gently nudged his shoulder blade behind bruising that bloomed in all stages of healing. His shoulder flicked as if warding off a fly.
    “Colton.” She poked his warm skin a little harder, and he grunted. His body flexed in response. The muscles went limp as he drifted back into deep sleep.
    Curious about his injuries, and free to look all she pleased, Kate ran her gaze over his muscular arms, wide shoulders, trim waist, and well-muscled legs dusted with nearly blond hair. She peeked over his body. His right leg and knee evidenced two more places where surgery had been performed. The slight limp, she was sure. This was a far bigger injury than she expected. She poked him again. “Colton.”
    “Uh,” he grunted before the soft snores continued.
    “I’m taking Bobby’s keys and returning his truck to town. My mom and I will pick up my daughter from school. Then I’ll come back and make dinner.”
    Gawd . She might as well talk to the wall. He didn’t flinch. It was still cool in the room so she threw a sheet over him. “Okay, I’m going now. Get some rest.”
    No response.
    Kate rummaged around the floor for Bobby’s truck keys among his jeans, discarded boots, cell phone, and the Bullets T-shirt. Keeping an eye on Colton’s sleeping form, she dug into the front pockets of his jeans. Here was a creepy intrusion she could live without. She hurried outside glad they wouldn’t be sharing lunch after inspecting his perfect body and his pockets.
    She flipped open her cell phone to call her dad. “Dad, I might have a legal problem with my property.”
    “Here we go. Now what?”
    Kate bristled. She should have known better than to call him and let one more strike be added against her for not thinking things through. “Forget it. I’ll handle it.”
    “ Kate ...” she heard him say as she hit the END button. Handle it how when she wasn’t sure whether or not it was a prank. Creepy as Tom Cutter’s bones buried beneath her cabin might seem, they weren’t going anywhere.
    It was also as improbable as a land warrant that could take her property away. Nonetheless, it frightened her the most. Being born and raised in Tennessee, she knew many well-known Tennesseans had acquired land with government-issued land warrants in the early 1800s for military service.
    Even the Crocketts had fought and been paid in land.
    Whether or not Bennett Field’s land warrant was binding after such a long period of time would have to be proven. If he did indeed hold an authentic document, she feared a legal battle that would deplete her dwindling funds.
    Did she need a lawyer? As tempting as it was to call her dad back, she wouldn’t panic. She’d wait and see if she heard anything further from Tom Cutter’s long-lost opportunistic relative.
    Bennett Field might call her back himself. She did have connection problems at her place though usually with a cell not with a landline.
    She turned her thoughts to making dinner for her celebrity renter. Judging by his muscle mass, she would feed him