She smiled and curled against him.
When she opened her eyes to dawn streaming through the window, he was gone.
The smoky aroma of bacon wafted into her room. She rose and pulled on her jeans and shirt and traipsed out to the kitchen.
Sam stood at the stove in jeans, shirtless, his bronze muscular back a sight to behold. Had a more beautiful man ever been made?
“Good morning,” she said.
He turned. “Morning. Coffee’s made. Help yourself.”
Was that it? Was he going to say nothing about the fact that he’d slept against her last night?
“Uh, okay. Thanks.”
She fumbled in the cupboards until she found a mug and poured herself a cup.
“Like scrambled eggs?” he asked.
“Love ’em.”
“Good. They’ll be ready in a minute or two.”
So this was how it was going to be. Fine. I get it.
He set a plate of eggs in front of her, and the doorbell rang.
“Excuse me for a minute.”
In walked Dallas McCray, the oldest of the McCray brothers. Sydney remembered him.
“Sydney, this is Dusty’s brother-in-law Dallas,” Sam said.
“We’ve met. Nice to see you.”
“You too,” Dallas said. He turned to Sam. “You want me to come back later?”
“No. This concerns her. Sit on down. I’ll get you some coffee.”
What on earth was going on?
“Dallas is an attorney,” Sam said.
“I’m a rancher with a license to practice law,” Dallas said. “I don’t claim to know everything about the law.”
“You know enough for me,” Sam said. “What did you find out?”
“To proceed with anything, you’ll need to get a DNA test.”
“Already done.”
“What?”
“The DNA test. Got it yesterday. I’ll have the results in a few days.”
“How’d you manage that? I thought we’d need a court order.”
“Circumstances. I was in the right place at the right time.”