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ranger’s house. Andie paid rent and maintained the home, but she didn’t own the house. That’s how it worked in the forest service.
    The flower beds had been freshly raked of dead leaves. He knew Andie hadn’t been in town much longer than him, and he guessed she’d started bringing the yard back to life in preparation for spring planting. He expected nothing less. Andie had a green thumb; her academic training had been in plants and minerals. Which worked well with her rangerdistrict, filled with mining and grazing permittees. She knew her job well, and he couldn’t help feeling proud of her accomplishment in becoming a forest ranger. A rare breed of only four hundred nationwide.
    As he carried the packages up the front steps, Matt caught the tantalizing aroma of dinner cooking. His stomach rumbled and he rang the doorbell.
    The sound of running feet came from inside, and then the door jerked open. Davie stood there wearing his Rocketman cape, pajamas and floppy-eared dog slippers. Matt couldn’t help wondering if the boy ever took off the cape.
    “Hi!” Davie pushed open the screen door, but Matt didn’t step inside.
    “Is your mom here?”
    “Who is it, Davie?” Andie’s voice came from the kitchen.
    “It’s Matt,” the boy yelled back.
    Andie appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a dish towel. She looked casual in faded blue jeans and a T-shirt, her slender feet bare. That’s what he liked most about this woman. No fuss or muss, in spite of her penchant for neatness. Memories of their life together flashed through Matt’s mind and left him filled with such yearning that he longed to go back in time and undo his decision to walk away. Andie in their kitchen fixing dinner. Andie out in the garden, weeding her tomato plants. Andie with her hair curled and smelling divine as he took her out for a night on the town.
    When she saw Matt, her eyes widened. “What are you doing here?”
    “I—I—” Matt stammered in confusion.
    “I invited him. You said I could.” The screen door creaked as Davie pushed it wide.
    “I did?” Andie stared at her son, and her knuckles whitened around the dish towel.
    “Yeah, I asked if I could invite a friend over for dinnerand you said yes.” Two deep furrows creased Davie’s brow. He looked at his mother like she’d gone daft.
    Oh, no. Obviously there’d been a misunderstanding. Matt had known the invitation to dinner was too good to be true.
    He shifted the gifts in his left arm, leaning his weight on the cane with his right hand. “Looks like we’ve both been duped by a five-year-old. I didn’t mean to intrude. I can come back another time.”
    Anger smoldered in her eyes, her gaze darting between the packages and his face. His pulse hitched into triple time. The last thing he wanted was to upset Andie. He took a step back, planning to bid her farewell and return later when she didn’t feel ambushed. Instead, he stumbled and almost fell down the steps. A wrenching cry broke from his lips as he dropped the gifts into the flower bed. His cane clattered to the porch and he staggered against the railing, panting hard.
    “Matt!” Andie reached for him.
    He bent his head so she wouldn’t see the agony in his eyes. The excruciating pain and humiliation.
    “Are you okay?”
    She hovered beside him, her hands clutching his arm. The warmth of her fingers sent electric shockwaves over his body. He liked the worried tone of her voice, but didn’t want her pity. It’d been a long time since someone had worried about him, but he wouldn’t use tricks to win her back. He hadn’t planned to be so clumsy or for his leg to hurt like lightning bolts hurtling through his thigh. He wanted to be strong. To be everything for his family.
    “I’m f-fine. Just let—let me catch my breath.” He clenched his jaw, fighting off waves of pain.
    She pulled a wicker chair over for him to sit down on the porch. He fell back into the chair, breathing hard as he massaged his