Read Montana Skies (You, Me and the Kids) (Harlequin Superromance, No 1395) for Free Online

familiar feminine voice so fast he nearly gave himself whiplash. Rissa Mathews stood a few feet away. Smiling, her blue eyes friendly. Wow.
    At five-seven, she was tall, yet had a woman’s lush, rounded figure. Full breasts pressed against her blue-green T-shirt, making her eyes appear darker than he remembered. Khaki shorts hugged her hips, her long legs the perfect size and shape for a man to grip without fearing he’d bruise her.
    Jonas froze at his thoughts, the temptation, and nearly groaned aloud. “Mrs. Mathews,” he murmured, dipping his head in a nod of greeting that hopefully hid his juvenile reaction. “Uh, no, nothing’s wrong.”
    â€œGood. But, please, call me Rissa.”
    â€œOkay.” Was it his imagination or did she seem as nervous to be talking to him as he was talking to her?
    â€œI, um, just wanted to say thank you for letting me off on the ticket.”
    She glanced over her shoulder, and Jonas followed her gaze. Maura Rowland and her new sister-in-law, Grace, were strapping Maura’s twin boys into grocery carts.
    â€œYou didn’t call the ranch and confirm my storyabout having permission to drive the truck, but I told Maura and Grace what happened.” Her shoulder lifted in an embarrassed shrug. “Want to see my license now? I have it with me today,” she informed him with a soft laugh that sounded a bit rusty. “My purse was in my car, right where I left it.”
    Jonas returned her smile, liking the way her eyes sparkled, the way her smile lit up her features even more. She was pretty, no doubt about it. A woman who’d have the gossips gabbing. “You probably won’t ever forget it again, will you?”
    â€œNot a chance. Money’s, um…kind of tight right now.” Her cheeks flushed. “Anyway, I just wanted to say again that I appreciate what you did. I don’t know how I can repay you.”
    â€œJust don’t let it—” He broke off and glanced at the store. Still no sign of Caroline. Was it too much to ask? “Would you like to repay me in full? Right now?”
    Rissa looked a little taken aback by his questions. “I guess that depends on what you have in mind.”
    Unable to help himself, he grinned at her, at the suspicions he saw lurking behind her expressive eyes. The same thoughts in his head. But he warned himself to keep it casual. “I’d like to borrow you for a few minutes, that’s all.”
    Maura and Grace stood talking to one another by Maura’s minivan. The women glanced toward him and Rissa and then started talking again. Matchmaking. He could spot it a mile away.
    â€œBorrow me?”
    He shifted his attention back to Rissa. “If you have time. Do they need you?” He tilted his head toward the waiting women. Maybe it was just as well.
    â€œNo, they’ll be fine. They’re grocery shopping for the guests. Grace told us this morning there’s a big hot-shot coming from California. He’s bringing his entire company and all their families, and rented out the whole ranch.” She shook her head, her smile wide. “I’ve never seen Maura in such a tizzy. Guess you have to be a chef to get excited over fixing two gourmet meals a day.”
    His worry over Caroline was momentarily replaced with interest in Rissa’s comment. Every sheriff had to know the goings-on in his town. “Any names mentioned? It’s not some movie star, is it?”
    She laughed at his horror, the sound not so rusty now. “No, no one like that.”
    â€œGood.” That was a relief. The last thing he needed was a bunch of paparazzi following to snap pictures. “But if you need to go with Maura and Grace to help, I won’t keep you. Don’t worry about what I said.”
    â€œNo, I have time. I wasn’t supposed to come at all and only jumped in at the last minute.” She made a face. “My daughter and I had a huge