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She was tempted. Not only would she enjoy some adult company, it might be what she needed to knock Matt Coleman permanently out of her system.

Guilt at making Clay almost a rebound date, when he didn’t deserve that, held her back. But only a little.

“Okay.” His face brightened and she held up a hand. “But not right away.”

“Hope…”

“I’m not putting you off, really. Just give me a few days to finish dealing with the extra orders from the ladies who need help finishing projects in a rush for Christmas. I could end up with—” Clay crossed his arms and she stopped, partly because of his expression, partly because she was distracted by the sheer size of his biceps in that position. “Maybe instead of the quilts I should organize a beefcake calendar or something. Good God, you’re making me drool.”

He rolled his eyes. “Way to change the topic. I’m holding you to calling me when you have time.”

“I will.” Hope let her appreciation show. “Honest, I will.”

Clay stepped into her personal space. Close enough she had to look up at him. Close enough she wasn’t sure if the heat she felt was from his body or hers.

He tilted her chin with a finger. “And Hope? If you don’t call before we start working on the quilts, I’m going to think you’re just after me for my sewing skills.”

Hope laughed. “I’ll call.”

Someone entered the shop and Clay made a quick getaway. Hope switched her focus, but there was a different feel to her day. A pile of questionable supplies she needed to deal with, a car she needed to arrange repairs for.

But…more happiness coming her way in the future? Maybe it was time to work harder for the things she could have.

Time to put aside the things she couldn’t have.

Things like Matt.

Matt flew around the corner and pulled up sharp to avoid crashing into his sister-in-law.

“Damn it, Jaxi. What the hell are you doing?”

The tall blonde gave him a dirty look. “What? I’m not allowed in the barns anymore?”

He snorted. “As if I’d try to boss you around like that. No, I meant right now. It’s damn cold outside.”

“Oh, you noticed?”

Her sarcasm was so blatant warning bells went off. Jaxi had been a part of the Coleman family officially for just over a year, but she’d been around forever. He grinned and mock bowed. “Did I screw up? Because life is much more manageable if you simply tell me what I’ve done wrong.”

Jaxi grinned. “Sorry, although, you’re right, if everyone would do what I want all the time, the world would be far more fabulous.”

She skipped past him and grabbed a rake. Figured. She couldn’t just talk. Had to work at the same time. Matt followed her example and headed into the next stall with his own rake.

“Heard you had a little run-in with Hope the other day.”

Gossip around small towns never slowed down. “Rescued her, more like it. The woman shouldn’t be allowed on the road with that death trap of a vehicle. Herbie should be crushed and buried.”

Jaxi’s snort of amusement carried over the top of the stall. “Herbie?”

“Her car.”

“Is it even running anymore?”

“Doubt it. I got the shop to haul it out of the ditch for her, but I haven’t heard anything after that.”

A solid thump hit the wall between them. Matt paused then peeked cautiously around the corner. “Jaxi? You having problems controlling that rake?”

She slammed the head to the ground hard enough for puffs of dust to rise up. Then she leaned forward and glared at him. “The rake ain’t hitting anything I don’t intend it to.”

Not an auspicious announcement. Not with her glaring as if he’d just tracked mud through her entire house. “You’re pissed at me, that’s clear, but hell if I know what I’ve done.”

“Okay. So, you rescue a woman from a storm, then get her car hauled home.”

Matt waited. She wasn’t making this easy. “And…yeah. That’s about it.”

“Shit, Matt. What is wrong with you?”

“Not sure, obviously. I’ll wait for you to tell me.”

Her face lit with laughter for a second before she must have remembered she was upset with him and planted her hands on her hips.

“No, you tell me. If I’d gone off the road, is that all you’d have done? Hauled my ass home then got my car dragged to the shop the next day? Bull. You would have at least called later to find out if I was okay. Heck, you probably would have gotten the car out for me yourself, maybe helped gather some of the stuff that might have gotten ruined from being dumped in the snow.”

Hope’s stuff. He’d forgotten about that. He’d been working so hard at forgetting all the other things about her, like how soft her skin felt against him, that he’d forced her out of his thoughts every time she’d popped up.

Which was disturbingly often.

Guilt hit for a moment before he jerked to a stop. “Wait—but that’s you. You’re family.”

“Matt Coleman, you’re not actually going to tell me your mama would be happy to know that you left someone like Hope to fend for herself, power still off when you left her apartment—”

“Whoa, right there. How the hell you know all this? Did Hope complain to you?”

“Course not. That girl complain? She’s got bigger balls than any of you Coleman boys, and she’d never think of bitching about losing money or being ignored by someone who said they were going to be her friend.”

“Okay, now I know you talked to her.”

He hadn’t said a word about staying the night at Hope’s because it was nobody’s damn business. Nor had he shared their talk about being friends.

And he certainly hadn’t mentioned crawling into the tub with her, and if Jaxi knew about that part, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

Jaxi marched in closer. “I heard the first bit from the repair shop—Mr. Thompson called the house looking for you since you’d put in the order for the tow. He was mixed up. Thought it was your car and wanted to know what to do with Herbie since, as you said, they think it’s a sorry hunk of junk worthy of not much more than hauling to the dump. So I took a trip to town to talk to Hope, and found her using a hairdryer to try and salvage the stuff that had gotten wet. She’s not mad at you, by the way. Said you were right to leave it.”

“But you’re mad at me.”

“Damn right, I am. She’s got no one, Matt. She’s not going to complain, so I’m going to do it for her. That night going off the road probably shut down most of her profits for the holiday season.”

And she’d already said she’d been trying to get a few extra sales because of the bad weather. Matt dragged a hand through his hair.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I’m still not sure what else I can do. Yeah, I should have followed up faster afterward, but—”

“You were too busy being a chickenshit.” Jaxi gave him a fuck you look, then went back to raking. Her shoulders moved easily under her coat as he watched her work for a minute.

“You know, you might be married to my brother and all, but I can still turn you over my knee and spank some sense into you.”

Just like he’d anticipated, that got a rise out of her. Jaxi carefully leaned her rake against the wall then turned to smile sweetly at him. “You and what army?”

Matt held up his hands pleadingly. “Come on, give me a break. Explain.”

Jaxi rolled her eyes. “Fine. Hope scares you to death, doesn’t she?”

“Bullshit.”

“Not bullshit. I’ve seen you, Matt. You go five miles out of your way to avoid the girl. Either you’re trying to avoid her to stop from jumping her bones, or she’s like the devil incarnate and you think associating with her will make her sister pop out of the woodwork to kick you to hell and back.”