of the cabin. One look at his tall, dark image was enough to push her heartbeat to a fast, erratic thump.
Unconsciously, her hand rested against the uncomfortable flutter in her chest. âOh, hello, Noah! I didnât see you when I knocked,â she said.
âI was at the back of the house,â he explained. âI heard you ride up.â
Heard her? Casper hadnât neighed or even kicked over a small stone. He must have superhuman hearing, she decided.
âI was out riding and thought Iâd stop by to say hello.â The explanation for showing up on his doorstep sounded lame, but it was the best she could do. She could hardly tell him sheâd purposely invited herself.
His sober expression said he didnât believe a word sheâd just said. Yet she found herself smiling at him anyway. Mostly because something about him made her feel good inside.
He said, âAt least youâre not riding down in the canyon.â
She smiled again. âNo. But that doesnât mean Iâve marked that riding trail off my list. Itâs too beautiful to resist.â
He looked different today, Bella realized, as her gaze took in his faded jeans and gray T-shirt. The few times sheâd been in Noahâs presence, heâd always been dressed for work with long-sleeved shirts, spurs strapped to his high-heeled boots, and a gray felt on his head. Sheâd never seen his bare arms before and the sight had her practically gawking. Sheâd not expected them to be so thick and muscled, or his skin to be nut-brown.
âSo youâre riding the gelding today,â he remarked. âIs the mare okay? Any problem with her foot?â
âNo problem. I just thought it was Casperâs turn to get out for a while.â
He didnât say anything to that and Bella figured he was waiting for her to say she needed to mount up and finish her ride. Well, that was too bad. She wasnât going to let him off that easily.
âUh, am I interrupting anything?â she asked politely.
He hesitated, then said, âI was just putting some meat on the grill. On Sunday I usually make myself an early supper.â
âMmm. I donât suppose youâd have enough for two, would you?â
His brows shot up, but Bella was determined not to feel embarrassed by her forward behavior. It wasnât as if she was asking him to kiss her.
âItâs only hamburgers,â he said.
âI love burgers. Especially when theyâre grilled. Are you a good cook?â
âI canât answer that. Iâm the only one who ever eats my cooking.â
She chuckled. âThen you really need for me to give it a try. Iâll give you an honest review.â
His attention lifted away from her to settle on Casper. Bella was glad to see the horse already understood heâd reached his destination. His head was bowed in a sleepy doze, his hind foot cocked in a relaxed stance.
Noah said, âBella, I thinkââ
Bella quickly interrupted, âIf you donât have enough food to share, thatâs fine. A cup of coffee will do me.â
He grimaced. âItâs not the food. Iââ
âDonât like my company?â she asked pointedly.
Dark color swept up his neck while the frown on his face deepened. And watching his reaction, Bella could only wonder if sheâd gone crazy. The man clearly didnât want her around. Any sensible woman would proudly lift her chin and walk away. But there was something in his eyes that made her stand her ground. A bleak, desperate look that called to her heart.
He blew out a long breath. âI wasnât expecting you, thatâs all.â
She stepped off the porch and walked over to him. âI apologize for showing up unannounced. But itâs a lovely afternoon and I was getting very tired of my own company.â
* * *
Then why didnât she drive down to her brotherâs house, where she could find