“Hi!” Her smile was big and again mischievous.
He had the feeling that he was suddenly in deep trouble.
“Do I get invited in? If not, I’m taking Emily’s special homemade pizza back with me. She said that it’s one of your favorites.”
That’s when he focused on the large covered tray Chelsea was carrying. Emily was an amazing cook, had won the hearts of Mac, himself, and every one of the ranch hands with a beef stew on her first visit to the ranch. But it was her from-scratch pizza that blew Doug away.
“Uh—” He looked back up at Chelsea. “I’d like to invite you in, but I don’t think that’s the best idea. Because if I do—” If he did, he couldn’t be accountable for keeping his hands off her a second time. Last night he’d liked the brave and competent woman, and lusted after the redheaded kn
