her nose. “What did you say?”
“I’m not much of a cook, but I’m a whiz at washing dishes.” He’d noted the absence of a dishwasher among the kitchen appliances.
“You’re sure?” she hedged as if fearing he’d rescind the offer.
“Positive. Go ahead and get the little one cleaned up.”
Eyes glistening, Amy choked, “That would be great. Thank you.” Then she cleared her throat. “Rose, you help Mr. Matt. Show him where things go.” Amy lifted the grubby toddler from the high chair, and Lily shoved her sticky fingers right into her mother’s curls before pressing a slobbery kiss to her cheek.
As soon as Amy left the room with Lily, Rose announced, “My daddy never washed dishes.”
“Guess I’m a sucker for damsels in distress.”
Chapter Four
Friday morning Amy stood in the kitchen, phone to her ear, attempting to convince her neighbor that Matt Cartwright was harmless. A week had come and gone and Matt had yet to work with SOS long enough to determine if the stallion was safe. Neither he nor Amy had brought up the agreement Matt had struck with her…“If the stud remains untouchable, I’ll load up my mares and retreat to Oklahoma.” Matt was determined to win over the horse and for reasons she refused to delve into, Amy was determined to let him.
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