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had growing up.
    She still hoped for that someday. The only difference her dream had from reality was that in reality her boys would have their real daddy and then maybe eventually they’d have a loving, caring stepfather. But at the moment, any kind of relationship with a man seemed impossible. She was just too tired to even think about romance. She’d been tired for months, not that she minded. The twins were more than worth any exhaustion they caused.
    “You look tired, Melissa,” he said as if he’d read her thoughts. “I hope you’ll take your time here and allow my mother and me to help so that you can get some extra rest. It can’t be easy dealing with twins all by yourself.”
    “I’m fine,” she assured him. “It’s gotten easier since they sleep through the night most of the time now.”
    “Still, I hope you’ll let us take some of the burden for the next couple of days.”
    “They aren’t a burden. They’re my joy,” she exclaimed a bit more vehemently than the situation warranted.
    He leaned forward and reached out and brushed the corner of her mouth.
    “You had a little cinnamon,” he said as he pulled his hand back. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth and tried to ignore the electric jolt his touch had shot through her body. He just swiped your mouth, she told herself. A simple, casual touch and yet she felt it from head to toe. A loud knock sounded on the front door and he pushed back from the table. “You might want to come with me to answer it,” he said. “I think it’s for you.”
    “For me? Who would be here for me?” She got up from the table and followed him to the front door.
    He looked outside, then smiled and this time his smile warmed her completely. “It’s Christmas, Melissa. Christmas has officially arrived at the Randolf house.”
    Henry opened the door to allow in the four ranch hands who maneuvered a huge evergreen tree through the door. The boughs were tied down and Hank and Tim, the ranch hands bringing up the rear, carried between them a huge pot to stand the tree in.
    “It was the biggest one old man Keller had on his lot,” Charlie said as they carried the tree into the living room.
    “Melissa, can you help me move the coffee table?” Henry asked. She quickly grabbed one side and he grabbed the other. They moved the table out of the men’s way. “Just set it up in the corner,” he instructed.
    “That’s the biggest tree I’ve ever seen,” Melissa said, her eyes round with wonder.
    Henry smiled. “I told them to get the biggest one they could find. We’ll decorate it this evening after dinner.”
    “We could string popcorn and cranberries.” She flushed and shook her head as if irritated with herself. “That was silly of me. I’m sure you have lovely expensive ornaments.”
    He could tell she was embarrassed and he found that oddly endearing.
    “Actually, I’ve always wanted to do a tree the old-fashioned way. I think it would be fun to string popcorn and cranberries.”
    The look she gave him was so sweet, so grateful, that he once again felt a stir of desire deep in the pit of his stomach. When he’d brushed the trace of cinnamon from her lip moments earlier, he’d wanted to kiss it off. He focused on watching his men wrestle the tree into the stand. Something about Melissa touched him, a vulnerability, a wistfulness in her eyes that he hadn’t seen in a woman’s eyes for a very long time. He still didn’t trust her. The only woman Henry really trusted was his mother, who had no ulterior motive for loving him. Any other woman he’d ever allowed close had ultimately shown herself to be more interested in the Randolf fortune than in whatever Henry could offer her as a man.
    He didn’t know if perhaps Melissa was just smarter than them all and had managed to trap him like none of the other women had managed to do. Once the men had the tree up and the ropes off, Henry introduced Melissa to them. “These are some of the best ranch