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  Despite that misfortune, Maggie knew she still had it, could still turn a man’s head when she wanted to. The good doctor had proven that. She had seen the attraction in his eyes. Heard it in his voice.

  Sure, she had other job applications out, but the likelihood of any of them coming through was remote. Still, she felt she had to tell him the truth and rely on her looks to get him to hire her anyway.

  Maggie couldn’t hide the fact that the overly judgmental world labeled her as beautiful. She didn’t dwell on it, rather, it was a truth she had come to accept. Still, more than anything, she had always wanted to be treated like a normal girl—a buddy other women could confide in, or a girlfriend to some sweet guy who loved to cuddle on the sofa, eat popcorn drenched in real butter and watch old movies.

  Regrettably, she had little experience with any of those things.

  Ever since she could remember, she had been the outcast in any group of girls, the cufflink on the man with power and the catch for the guy who wanted to elevate his social status.

  Her only friend—her only confidant and ally—during all of the insanity of her life was her sister, Kitty.

  Maggie thought Kitty was amazingly beautiful, more beautiful than Maggie could ever be. Apparently, the world hadn’t caught on to that fact. And because of the oversight, Kitty had led a relatively ordinary life. A life Maggie hungered to call her own, especially after her latest breakup with Brad Allen, the lying, cheating dog of a man who’d had the nerve to propose to her while he was sleeping with his secretary.

  Once Maggie caught them, she was out of the relationship and out of the job she loved. She had worked hard to become vice president of marketing for Silicon Systems, but there was no way she could stay after she’d learned the truth. Brad was executive V.P. of the entire company. No getting around the scandal.

  So, after nearly four months of unanswered resumes, she finally had a job, albeit a temp job in a town so small it had taken three drive-bys just to find the right exit. It was a paycheck nonetheless.

  The girl behind the counter turned to Maggie. “That’ll be three dollars and sixty-five cents.” Her name tag read Amanda. She wore her mahogany hair extra-short, which accentuated her bright red lipstick and dangly earrings. Maggie guessed that Amanda was closing in on eighteen.

  Maggie leaned in across the counter, certain that Amanda must have forgotten to ring up one of her items. “That was a double cappuccino and a muffin.”

  Amanda rolled her eyes and leaned in closer, as if she didn’t want anyone else to hear. “I know. Like, my boss raised the price on some of the pastries last week, thinking nobody would notice. I told her people were going to complain, but, like, did she listen? Noo. Nobody ever listens to me. I bet you never get that, especially wearing that suit, huh?”

  Maggie smiled, noticed everyone clad in casual clothing and felt completely out of place. The tiny shop was crowded with customers hovering in front of the glass doughnut counter, desperately trying to make up their minds while three other employees in light brown aprons with the Holey Rollers logo emblazoned across their chests, eagerly waited to fill their sugar fix. An assortment of doughnuts, muffins and other pastries, all of which looked incredible, filled every inch of the glass display, with the extras stacked on metal baking shelves along the walls. The shop smelled sweet, with just the right amount of freshly brewed coffee scent wafting through the air.

  “I had a job interview.”

  “With Doc Blake?”

  “You mean Doctor Granger?”

  “Everyone calls him Doc Blake. It’s easier.”

  Maggie liked the nickname. It fit him. “Yes.”

  Amanda gazed out the front window at the doctor. She let out a heavy sigh. “Like, I’ve had a crush on him ever since he pulled out my wisdom teeth. I think every girl in this town’s got a thing for Doc Blake. I’d give anything if he was mine, but ever since that low-life, Bethany Walker, broke his heart he won’t even look at another girl. And, like, believe me, plenty of us have tried, but it’s like his heart’s been broken in too many pieces. Sort of like that old kid’s rhyme, Humpty Dumpty. Shame. I’d be perfect for him.” She sighed again, while staring out at Doc Blake, but quickly turned back to Maggie. “So, like, you must be Kitty’s sister?”

  Maggie wondered how this girl would know that. After all, this was a coffee and doughnut shop. Two things her sister forbade in her all-organic-all-the-time, eco-friendly house. “You know my sister?”

  Amanda cocked her head and rolled her eyes, reminding Maggie of the size of the town. “Large organic chocolate soy, with extra whipped cream. Comes in at least three times a week. She told me you were driving up and might take over her job for a while. Kitty’s, like, the best.”

  “Does she ever order anything else?” Maggie had to know if her sister was a closet doughnut eater.

  “She looks, and sometimes if we put some pieces out for tasting, she’ll snitch one, but no, just the chocolate soy. Personally, like, when I get pregnant? I intend to eat everything I want. It’s like the only time a woman can indulge without feeling guilty.”

  “I’ll have to remember that.”

  “Why, are you pregnant, too?”

  Maggie blanched. “Me? Pregnant? Absolutely not.” Amanda stared at her. Maggie got the feeling that not wanting children was an unpopular idea in this town. She thought she should clarify. “I’m not very good with kids. An aunt is about as close as I’ll ever come to having kids of my own.”

  Amanda blinked a couple times, bagged the muffin and handed it to Maggie. “You’re going to come a lot closer than that working for Doc Blake, that’s for sure.” And she walked away.

  The barista called Maggie’s name for her double cap, yet Maggie didn’t move. Instead, she wanted to know what Amanda had meant by that last statement. She tried to get her attention, but there were now so many customers it seemed impossible.

  There was something up with Doctor Blake Granger that Kitty hadn’t told her, but what? She knew he was a dentist who worked out of an office on his ranch, but that was about all Kitty had told her. What was the kid connection and how could it affect Maggie?

  It wasn’t as if Maggie didn’t already have her doubts about working for Doc Blake. For one thing, she didn’t exactly love the idea of working around all those high-pitched drills. Truth be told, a visit to the dentist had always put the fear of God in her, but she needed a job and Kitty needed some help, so giving in to her drill fear was not an option.

  Hey, all of this was temporary, she reminded herself. Of that she was absolutely certain.

  Her sister may have found her niche, her own personal Idaho nirvana, but Maggie belonged to the city, with concrete and skyscrapers—not mountains, as lovely as they were—surrounding her.

  She picked up her coffee, then stopped near the glass-front door and took a sip of her double cappuccino. Heaven. She slipped the plastic lid off and breathed in the smooth aroma of real, honest-to-goodness espresso. It was truly an intoxicating experience and she stood next to the condiment stand in front of the windows for a minute to enjoy the moment. Having been deprived of actual coffee for the past few days due to her sister’s coffee restrictions, Maggie wanted nothing more than to wallow.

  Before she walked to her car, and while Doc Blake was totally distracted by his phone call, Maggie glanced through the window at him to see what all the fuss was about. She hadn’t actually seen anything special about him during the interview, but then she’d been a bit n
ervous about meeting him and convincing him to hire her. Focusing on his charms hadn’t seemed worthwhile.

  The first thing she now noticed, besides those deep dark eyes of his, and the blond hair that ambled down his neck covering his collar and that sexy mustache, were the well-worn cowboy boots under his frayed jeans, not to mention the chocolate-colored felt cowboy hat he wore low on his head.

  He seemed to be in his mid-thirties, and she began to see why half the women in the town had a crush on him. He was all rugged country charisma under that old hat, with a smile that could easily send a naive girl’s heart soaring.

  “He sure is something to look at, isn’t he?” An older woman sighed as she came up to Maggie clutching a white dish towel. She wore the same logo apron as the rest of the staff, and her name tag read Doris.

  “Very handsome,” Maggie admitted while Doris wiped down the kiosk.

  “Wish I was twenty years younger,” Doris cooed, staring out the window at Doc Blake.

  But Maggie had had her fill of good-looking, charming men. They pulled out that sympathy card and women threw themselves at their feet. There was nothing like a wounded hero to get an otherwise sensible woman into his bed.

  Not this time. And most definitely not in this small town.

  Downtown Briggs consisted of exactly three blocks of attached brick buildings with glass storefronts. The majestic Teton mountain range was its backdrop. It could be quite a spectacular place, if it wasn’t for the corniness of some of the shops.

  Maggie couldn’t imagine settling in a town that allowed a huge plaster potato to be perched on the roof of the Spud Bank directly across the street from Holey Rollers, or the monster plaster llama that stood watch in front of Deli Llama’s. But her favorite was the black-and-white life-sized cow standing in front of Moo’s Creamery, complete with pink udders. She wondered if the entire business community was caught up in some kind of silly name contest and these were the big winners. Part of her thought they were cute, while the city girl in her thought they should be outlawed.

  “Look, Doc’s leaving,” Doris announced as if the sun had just dropped from the sky.

  Maggie’s attention fell back on Doctor Granger. He was laughing now as he stood up, a tall, slim man with a muscular build. And when two elderly ladies pushed open the door to the doughnut shop, she could hear his great big baritone guffaw. She liked a man who could laugh like that. Most guys in the business community seemed to be too nervous to really laugh. To let it rip. She’d almost forgotten what that kind of male laughter sounded like. For some reason it made her feel happy and safe…or maybe it was the coffee. She couldn’t be sure.

  All she really knew at the moment was that Doc Blake drank real coffee, ate real sugar and had a fabulous laugh. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad working for him and living in this colorful town while Kitty was on maternity leave. At least she could collect a paycheck until something more permanent came along.

  This time, Maggie would sit back and watch all the other women swoon over her heartbroken boss.

  Maggie thankfully wasn’t the least bit interested in a relationship. And according to Amanda, neither was the good doctor.

  Chapter Two

  “This is going to work out so perfectly that I feel calm already,” Kitty told Maggie. “I knew it would. I dropped off a thank-you basket of goodies at the ranch about an hour ago.”

  Maggie could only imagine what that completely organic basket contained, something raw or dried or juiced no doubt.

  They were standing in Kitty’s overly bright and cheerful kitchen, completely created with vintage linens, salvaged wood and reclaimed natural materials. Lovely as everything was, Maggie longed for the familiarity of laminated flooring and labels like Ikea, Williams-Sonoma and Crate & Barrel.

  “I wouldn’t say we hit it off. It was more that we can probably work together effectively.”

  “He’s the easiest boss ever. You’re going to love working for him.” Kitty peeled the top off a pint-sized plain Greek-style yogurt, sat down at the table and dug in.

  “How can you eat that stuff? Don’t you miss the fruit and sugar?”

  “Refined sugar is the enemy. It’s responsible for a litany of bodily ailments, including heart disease.”

  “Yeah, but it tastes sweet.”

  “So does radiator coolant.”

  Maggie looked at her, puzzled. “How do you know these things?”

  “My sweet hubby’s parents own a hardware store over in Idaho Falls. Nice town, but a little too big for us.”

  “Unless they drink the stuff for breakfast, how would they know that?”

  Kitty shrugged. “They just do.”

  “Oh, okay then. Sugar is off the table. Is honey acceptable?”

  Kitty hesitated, as if making up her mind. “It’s stressful to the bees.”

  “Isn’t that their job?”

  “Not all jobs are good for you.”

  Maggie stared at Kitty then blinked a couple times. Ever since she’d moved in a week ago, she had learned how to create her own kitchen compost, how to recycle effectively, and more recently, how to bake the perfect flourless cake using some kind of cactus sugar. A dessert Maggie would never be fully able to appreciate.

  “We can’t have this conversation.”

  “Okay,” Kitty said, then made a couple of yummy sounds. She took another big bite of the yogurt and put the spoon down on the table, resting her hands on her belly as a smile stretched across her sweet face. “Thank you again for doing this. Except for a couple of Tim’s cousins, and an obstinate great-aunt who pops in whenever she sees fit, and the occasional visit from Tim’s parents—I couldn’t ask for more supportive in-laws, but with their store hitting some rough times, it’s hard for them to leave it—I’m kind of on my own here. Not that I mind. We chose to live in Briggs, and I love it. I’ve made a lot of friends here, but family is different.”

  Kitty looked radiant, and seemed happy to have Maggie living with her. For that, Maggie was willing to endure just about anything.

  “Don’t be silly. You saved me. My unemployment checks were barely making it, and I had no idea how much longer I was going to be able to keep my car. Plus, searching for a job in Silicon Valley was getting me nowhere. If I were Allison Bennett, the absolute goddess of marketing, I’d have twenty job offers by now, but I’m Maggie Daniels. Nobody cares.”

  “I care, and you’re a fantastic marketing, social media guru. People will be knocking down your door. They just don’t know you’re free, that’s all. When the right person finds out, he or she will come calling. You wait and see.”

  Maggie loved her sister’s enthusiasm, but no one had come knocking so far, and they clearly wouldn’t come knocking in this remote potato town.

  “Country life is a nice change. But I have to admit, working in a dental office five days a week, and being that close to all those nasty little drills, may put me over the edge. You know how much I hate having my own teeth worked on.”

  “That’s not what’s bugging you. Not really. I think you’re upset because you think it’s an insignificant job with no future and that your baby sister should be soaring up the ladder, like you, instead of stuck on a broken lower rung.” Kitty’s eyes welled up. “You just don’t get it. I’m not that corporate person anymore.”

  “Why are you crying? I would never think any less of you or your choices.”

  “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to say that. I
love you, and—” She paused and took a few ragged breaths before continuing. “I’m pregnant, and my husband is a million miles away and I miss him.”

  The woman would cry or rage at least twice a day. Maggie didn’t know how Tim, her husband, would ever have been able to deal with it. Although, Tim was one of those rare men who actually loved everything about his wife. It seemed that anything Kitty did or said, especially during her pregnancy, was just short of perfection.

  But he wasn’t around every day to enjoy all her hormonal moments. Captain Tim Sullivan was busy on the other side of the world, fighting a war.

  Maggie went over to her. She hated to see Kitty cry. And even if what she said was true, Kitty was still her baby sister and Maggie would do anything for her baby sister, including giving up honey because it stressed the bees. “It’s okay, sweetie. Don’t cry. Actually, I’m thinking this is a great opportunity for me to make your life a little easier while we wait for those two sweethearts to be born. I’m happy things have happened this way or I would never have been able to spend this much time with you.” Maggie leaned over and gave Kitty a tight hug. “It was my nerves talking. Clearly, I’m thrilled to have a job. It’s just that I’m apprehensive of the actual duties. I don’t have any real experience that relates. You know how I like being prepared.”

  Kitty gently pulled away, drying her eyes on the white hankie she always kept in a pocket for just such an occasion.

  “Really?”

  Maggie nodded, giving Kitty her warmest smile, thinking that her little sister really was quite beautiful, even with a tear-streaked face. Pregnancy agreed with her.

  “Thanks,” Kitty said, getting comfy on the wooden chair, her round belly pushing up against the table. “Don’t you go worrying about a thing. I’ll go in with you all week until you get the hang of it. There are no insurance forms, or a paper trail of any kind. Everything is done on the computer.” Kitty ate a couple of big scoops of yogurt and continued. “I’m telling you, this will be the easiest bull you’ll ever ride. Everybody loves Doc Blake. He’s the best in the West.”