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    Knees shaking, Rae let him lead her to her chair and sat down. Conn returned to his seat across from her with her hot, hungry gaze gobbling him up.
    Which was very embarrassing, especially when Rae caught the knowing look on the old lady’s face. She practically beamed. “Is your room satisfactory?”
    “The room is lovely, thank you. Dinner smells delicious. Did you cook it, Miss Belle?”
    Conn choked back laughter. “Whatever you do, Rae, never, under threat of death, should you taste Miss Belle’s cooking.”
    His grandmother snapped her napkin open with a huff and spread it on her lap. “I haven’t killed anybody yet.”
    “What about the time you mixed up the salt and sugar in the cookies?”

    “Balderdash,” she sniffed. “That’s a very common accident. You certainly didn’t die.”
    “Okay,” Conn drawled, winking at Rae. “How about when you scorched the corn meal mush and made me eat it anyway?”
    “You didn’t die then, either.”
    “But you certainly didn’t eat it once you took a bite, did you? Oh, and the best was when you gave our entire family food poisoning at Thanksgiving. Talk about a killer turkey.”
    Miss Belle humphed loudly. “Samantha, we’re ready for service!”
    “Yes, ma’am!” a woman called from the kitchen. “I’ll be right out.”
    The door swung open and a woman rushed over to set a tray of freshly baked bread and a pitcher of tea on the table beside Miss Belle. Studying the cook, Rae was surprised. She had a preconceived notion of an Aunt Bea bustling around the kitchen, not this warm, attractive woman just a few years older than her.
    “Samantha, this is my new property manager, Rae Lynn. She’ll be with us for every meal from now on.”
    A flush of pride blazed across Rae’s cheeks and she wanted to grin like an idiot. Property manager had a very nice ring to it. “Pleased to meet you, Samantha. Everything smells incredible.”
    Smiling, Samantha headed back for the kitchen. “Why, thank you, Rae Lynn. I hope you love good southern cooking. Tonight’s fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy.”
    Taking a drink of his tea, Conn sighed happily. “And lots of sweet tea.”
    Rae smiled at the bliss on his face. Catching her silent laughter, he arched a brow at her and shrugged good-naturedly.
    Miss Belle leaned over to loudly whisper, “Conn has the biggest sweet tooth this side of Texas.”
    Slowly raising his glass to his mouth, he gave Rae that smoldering sexy look that should be illegal. “The sweeter the better.”
    Yanking her gaze away, she stared at the stack of homemade bread and her mouth watered. Warm, yeasty wheat filled the air, making her stomach growl so loudly Rae blushed.
    “Conn, will you say grace, please?”
    Miss Belle took Rae’s left hand and his right. He slid his hand across the table toward her, palm up. Pulse slamming in her throat, she met him halfway. His fingers curled around hers, his palm big and strong, swallowing her hand. Exactly how she always felt with him.
    Swallowed. Overwhelmed.
    “Dear Lord, thank you for this food we are about to receive. Bless every single person in this house.” His fingers tightened on her hand. “Thank you for protecting Rae all these years and bringing her safely to us. Amen.”
    Her eyes burned. Had he been praying for her? Thinking of her? She met his solemn gaze, still holding his hand. Clenching her mouth shut, she fought not to blurt out everything that had happened, the apologies and excuses and entreaties jumping around in her mind. She longed to tell him every truth she’d learned about herself and the many mistakes she’d made.
    Or would that only drive him away?
    “Try this, Rae Lynn.” Miss Belle offered a slice of bread slathered with pale, creamy butter. “Samantha’s rustic country bread and fresh-churned butter from our local dairy.”
    Slipping her hand from his reluctantly, Rae took a bite and her eyes closed in bliss.
    Conn chuckled. “Wait until you