Good question, and right then and there Natalia became even more determined to become her own woman, successful in her own right, not her birthright. “I’m not weak or weary.” She’d leave pathetic out of this.
Sally gestured to the kitchen window. “See that stockade out there? The one filled with the three-legged pig, the ancient horse and the blind goat?”
“Um…yes.”
“That’s Tim for you. He collects the needy.”
And the pathetic.
Natalia got the message loud and clear. She’d just been added to the save-the-world stockade.
TIM CALLED a friend of his, who happened to be a cop. No one matching Natalia’s description had been reported missing. Tim didn’t have him run a criminal check, that would have been wrong. But at least his beautiful crazy cook hadn’t walked out of a halfway house or insane asylum. Good. He didn’t have to feel bad about letting her stay.
Now he had to face what he did have to feel bad about, the fact that he wanted her to stay more than he’d wanted anything in a long time.
DINNER WAS something so fancy Tim couldn’t pronounce the name of it. Since Natalia looked so utterly pleased with herself, Tim tried to like it. So did everyone else.
But the moment she turned her back, they stared at each other in horror.
“What is it?” Red mouthed.
Sally shrugged and fed it to Grumpster, Tim’s thirteen-year-old mutt lying hopefully beneath the table. Everyone else quickly followed suit.
Grumpster, who routinely licked his own parts for hours on end, sniffed once and turned his head away.
Which left everyone scrambling to stuff their napkins with the rest, making it appear as if they’d eaten.
Tim wondered at all of them-including himself-at the length they went to not to hurt Natalia’s feelings.
When she saw their empty plates, she beamed with pride. Tim’s chest hurt just looking at her, and he smiled back through the pain. So did his men, while Sally rolled her eyes and looked disgusted.
“Goners,” she said sadly. “Complete goners.”
BREAKFAST THE NEXT DAY was more of the same. They were served some wildly foreign-sounding thing that involved very little food and far too much sauce. But because Natalia had obviously tried so hard, and was waiting with bated breath at the side of the table, hands clasped, eyes hopeful, no one said a word.
They all just smiled at the woman now in denim and a T-shirt, hair still spiked, earrings still in, but face void of makeup except for green lip gloss. The moment she turned her back, they made gagging faces at each other.
They couldn’t even bribe Grumpster with the stuff because he’d refused to come inside with them for the first time ever. They were on their own.
AFTER BREAKFAST, Tim entered the barn and found Seth handing out chocolate bars from his personal stash. Five bucks apiece. Highway robbery, but Ryan, Pete and Red were all digging into their pockets for the cash.
Sally lifted her head from where she was taking care of her horse and shook her head in disgust. “Hey, here’s an idea. Tell her the cooking sucks.”
“Don’t even think about it.” Tim’s stomach growled with a gnawing hunger, and with a grimace, he pulled a ten from his pocket. “I’ll take two,” he said to Seth.
“Unbelievable.” Sally leveled her annoyed gaze on him. “Did she call her so-called royal family yet?”
“No,” he admitted.
“And do you know why?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Oh, I think it does. She hasn’t called home because she doesn’t have one.”
“I couldn’t leave her at the bus stop, Sally. And you know what? You couldn’t have, either.”
“This isn’t about me, but, yes, I could have.” Her eyes softened. “You can’t take care of everyone.”
Tim let out a sound of frustration and ripped into the chocolate. “Look, I know she cooks a little strangely.”
“She lied about knowing how to feed a large group.”
“She never claimed to know how to do that.”
Sally’s mouth dropped open. “You’re telling me you hired without asking? Damn, Tim.”
“She’s trying hard, and that counts. And anyway, she’s only going to be here a few days, just enough to earn her way to New Mexico.”
“So you’re really not going to tell her everything she touches in that kitchen turns to lead in our guts?” She sighed theatrically. “It’s going to be a long few days. Damn it, someone front me a five and hand over the chocolate.”
Tim waited until her first bite, then nudged her away from the others. “I need you to go to the grocery store today.” He spoke cautiously, because sure as the sun came up every morning, coaxing Sally into doing this was going to cost him.
“No way.”
“If you do, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” She cocked a hip and crossed her arms, shooting him the universal irritated-sister-to-idiot-brother look. “Let me date Josh?”
“Is that what you call what you were doing with him?” She just lifted that brow of hers, making him sigh. “Do you really like him?”
“I like how he fills out his jeans, and that’s all that matters right now.”
Tim cringed. “I don’t want to hear this.”
“Then don’t ask.”
“Please? Go fill up the refrigerator?”
“Because your new cook can’t be trusted with your truck?”
“Because she’s just learning the ropes, I don’t want to dump that chore on her right now.”
“But you have no problem dumping it on me.” She rolled her eyes, swore beneath her breath. “Fine. But I’m going out with Josh on Friday night.”
“What if he doesn’t ask?”
“Oh, he’ll ask.” She took another bite of her chocolate bar.
So did Tim. “You being smart?” he asked.
“I know how to have safe sex, if that’s what you’re asking. You made sure of that when you gave me the birds and bees talk, remember? I make him wear a party hat.”
Tim groaned.
“Would you rather I use the word condom? Or better yet, multipack?”
Tim shut his eyes and covered his ears, making Sally laugh as she dug into her chocolate.
For a long moment there was no sound in the barn except the rustling of paper as everyone continued to fill their empty bellies.
“I’ll make a store run,” Seth promised. “Tomorrow I’ll sell something more substantial.”
“Like Jelly Bellys?” Josh asked hopefully.
Seth laughed. “Maybe.”
Then the barn door opened.
With the sun pouring in, Tim couldn’t immediately see much, except a very memorable silhouette of a body in jeans and a T-shirt. A real woman’s body-lush breasts, curved hips, long legs. How had he ever mistaken her for a jailbait juvenile delinquent?
She stepped closer, eyes locked on their hands, and what they were eating. When it registered, she went still. “Well.”
There was a wealth of things in that well, with hurt leading the pack. Damn it. “Oh, this?” He looked at the chocolate in his hands. “It’s…a morning ritual.” He stepped on Sally’s foot as she was about to open her big, fat mouth. “Eating chocolate together before we head out for the day.” He nodded and smiled. “Yep, we do it every morning.”
Seth, Pete, Ryan and Red’s heads all bobbed up and down in collective agreement.
“Yessiree,” said Seth.
“Yeppers,” echoed Red and Ryan.
“Perfect dessert to your breakfast,” Red added.
Natalia visibly brightened, her smile becoming full. “Really?”
Tim’s gaze lowered to her lips, and allowed himself to imagine she tasted as good as she looked. “Really.” She looked so different today. She looked real. And he wanted, quite suddenly, to bury his face in the skin in the crook of her neck and inhale like a bloodhound.
“But,” she continued in a sweet, soft chastising voice, “you should have just said you were still hungry.” She smiled. “Never mind. I’ll cook more at lunch.”