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that I'm here for you. If you
need me snuggled up on the sofa with you every night for the next month, I'll
be here. I can stay."
    Her mom touched her cheek, eyes locked on hers. Amanda
could see her tears, but they never spilled. She could only hope that she'd
inherited her mother's strength - that one day when she'd lost the love of her
life, she could cope so well.
    "You just go enjoy your night with Scott. I don't want
you worrying about me for even a moment."
    Amanda laughed. "How did you know it was Scott?"
    "You forget how bad your sisters are at keeping a
secret. And besides, who else would be taking you out for dinner?"
    Trust them . "I'll tell him you said hi."
    "I always was fond of Scott," her mom said with a
coy smile.
    Yeah, me too , Amanda thought. But she just gave her mom a kiss on the
cheek and waved, relieved to hear the sound of a vehicle pulling up outside the
house as she walked toward the door. Best of all, it wasn't a motorcycle.
    Amanda
pushed her worries aside, clutched her purse and yanked the door open. She
deserved a night out, and she needed to just be herself, forget about why she
was back here and what the future was going to be like without the patriarch of
their family. And she bet Scott was just as eager to blow off some steam as she
was, because there was something about being back in Montana that made her want
to rebel just for the hell of it, and she bet the black sheep of the Gregory
family felt the same . Even
if he was trying to be the reformed bad boy.
    "Hey gorgeous."
    Scott jumped out of his SUV and jogged the few steps to
Amanda. He'd used that line a lot before, but tonight he actually meant it -
she looked amazing. He kissed her cheek and ran his hand across hers.
    "So you do actually own a vehicle," she said,
smiling as he opened her door for her.
    Scott braced himself against the open door, glancing down
Amanda's body before meeting her gaze. He couldn't help himself - the tight cut
of her jeans, the low front top that was giving him an eyeful of the top of her
breasts - it was enough to make him want to drive her straight back to his
place. If he actually
had his own place. Instead he'd have to smuggle her past her own
sister and his brother, which would be a complete passion killer.
    "Jack wasn't crazy about me upgrading the farm truck
when I got back," he admitted, watching Amanda's face. "But he's
spent a fair bit of time behind the wheel since it arrived."
    "Looks to me like it would have had ample room for my
luggage," she said, one eyebrow raised in question.
    He laughed. "Yeah, but what fun would that have been?
Don't tell me you didn't love hanging on behind me, feeling the wind in your
hair."
    A pink blush crept across Amanda's cheeks, and it gave him
a kick. She was still staring straight back at him, never broke their eye
contact, but he knew he'd rattled her. That she had liked it, despite her protests.
    "I'm not going to lie, there
was something kind of awesome about it."
    "Want me to drive home and swap rides?"
    She planted her hand on his chest and pushed him out of the
way so she could shut her door, laughing as she did it. Tonight was going to be fun, he just knew it, even if all they managed to do
was flirt. Coming home had been riddled with some pretty bad memories for him,
but hanging out with Amanda was keeping him away from that darkness.
    "So I take that as a no?"
    Amanda rolled her eyes. "I didn't spend so long doing
my hair to have a helmet plonked on my head."
    He shrugged. "You'd look gorgeous anyway. But
seriously, I'm going to get you back on that motorcycle one day soon, and
that's a promise."
    They sat in silence for a few minutes as they drove away
from the Jones house, down the gravel drive and out onto the road. It was
almost dark, but still light enough for Scott to admire the landscape, the
ranch as they passed. It was such a different landscape to what he'd become
used to - the bleached Australian countryside had been all he’d seen for