manâs eyes, and Savannah felt her own eyes burn as she watched Emma nod enthusiastically. The child had asked questions about her daddy since sheâd been three, but Angela had always said, âWhen youâre older, sweetie.â Well, now she was older, and she had no mother or father.
Digger laid a gentle hand on the childâs shoulder, then stood and looked solemnly at Jake. âYou take care of her, Jake. J.T. would have wanted that.â
Jake nodded. âI intend to.â
What did he mean by that? Savannah wondered. No one was taking care of Emma but her. Sheâd made that crystal clear. But then, some people were thickheaded, she thought, looking at Jake.
The waitress was looking at Jake, too, Savannah noted, and the look said sheâd like to serve him more than coffee. Had Jake and she dated? Had he kissed this waitress the same way heâd kissed her? Sheâd lain in bed for the past three nights thinking about that damn kiss and the way sheâd reacted to him. And no matter how much she denied it, no matter how much it embarrassed and infuriated her, she wanted him to kiss her again.
Digger refused Jakeâs money when he attempted to pay for the lunch and told him heâd win it off him the next poker game, anyway, so it didnât much matter. After a few more exchanged digs at each other, Jake drove them all to the feed store.
Savannah and Emma deliberated the purchase of a bell for Betsy while Jake ordered supplies. Emma insisted on a careful testing of every bell, and Savannah winced as her niece rang each one several times.
âIâd take that one,â a deep voice said.
Savannah turned abruptly. A dark-haired man stood at the end of the aisle, his thumbs looped lazily in the waistband of his jeans. He grinned at Emma, then nodded to Savannah. âI had a teacher in the fifth grade that used to call us to class with a bell like that.â
âIâm going to be in the fifth grade.â Emma took hold of Savannahâs hand. âAnd my aunt Savannah is a teacher.â
âReally?â The manâs dark brown eyes flashed to Savannah. âAnd is this your aunt Savannah?â
Savannah shifted uncomfortably as the manâs gaze slid over her. He was handsome, she noticed, but his looks were more reminiscent of a corporate executive than a rancher. He moved toward them, his hand extended. âSam McCants. I own the Circle B just west of here.â
âSavannah Roberts.â His hand was smoother than Jakeâs, Savannah noted as she placed her fingers in his palm. He wasnât as tall, either, but he was still over six feet. He held her hand a little longer than she would have liked. âAnd this is Emma.â
âWhatâs going on, Sam?â Jake asked flatly as he walked up beside them. His gaze dropped to Samâs hand on Savannahâs, and she could have sworn she saw his jaw tighten. Sam let go, but the two men did not shake hands.
âWhere you been keeping yourself, Jake?â
The way everyone was acting, Savannah was beginning to wonder if Jake had been hibernating for ten years.
âIâve been around,â he replied matter-of-factly.
Sam looked at Savannah and Emma. âThese two ladies with you?â
âThatâs right.â
âYou always did get the pretty ones.â Sam winked at Emma, then smiled at Savannah. Jake stiffened.
âWeâre just visiting,â Savannah explained when Jake seemed reluctant to do so.
âJakeâs my brother,â Emma announced proudly.
Samâs brow raised. âYour brother?â
âThatâs right.â Jake met the other manâs curious stare, but gave no further explanation.
Why was Jake being so brusque? Savannah wondered. She didnât have a sense that he truly disliked Sam. He just didnât seem to want to talk to him.
âIâve herded your steers out of my southwest section twice in the past