Hawk felt much better when a juicy slice of pie was put before him, and he began devouring it.

His grumpiness had almost completely dissipated. A smile even appeared on his lips as he sat back and waited for Natalie. That smile vanished when the doc came back into the room with the new schoolteacher and Hawk heard the tail end of their conversation.

“I’m so sorry about ruining your holiday, Doctor. I didn’t even realize it was Thanksgiving.”

Hawk was baffled. How could she not have known it was Thanksgiving? It was Turkey Day. Well, turkey and his favorite, pie. And family, and of course football. How could anyone forget about this particular day? Didn’t she have a mother to call? A family to go home to?

Of course, she had just arrived for her new job, so she didn’t know anyone here yet. But why wouldn’t she have come on Friday or Saturday instead, so she could spend Thanksgiving with her family?

Hawk caught himself worrying about her, but he didn’t want to know about this woman. He certainly didn’t want to be concerned about her. He wasn’t going to be interested in her. That was for damn sure!

“She has a slight concussion. Nothing too serious, but I don’t want her alone for a straight twenty-four hours,” Doc said, looking meaningfully at Hawk.

Dammit!

“Of course not.”

“I’m fine, really,” Natalie said, shifting from foot to foot. “I just need a ride home.”

Because she refused to meet Hawk’s eyes, she didn’t see the withering look he sent her before he turned back to the doctor. “I’ll take her with me to my parents’ place for dinner and then make sure she’s not alone.”

Finally looking up, Natalie gaped at him, but he just turned back to Maybelle instead.

“Thanks for the pie. It really is the best in the county,” Hawk said, kissing her cheek.

“You come back anytime. I always have a fresh pie for visitors,” she said, a rosy glow where he’d kissed her.

“You know that you’re both more than welcome to come on over and eat at my mom’s,” Hawk said. His parents always had a few extra people at their table. They couldn’t stand the thought of anyone being alone on a holiday.

“I’m going to turn the game on in a few minutes and focus on digesting,” Doc said with a laugh. “Serious work. You just take care of my patient and I’ll rest easy.”

“I can assure you that she’ll be well looked after,” Hawk told them as he ushered Natalie toward the front door.

“That’s a good boy,” Doc said, and Hawk felt as if he should bend down so the doctor could pat him on the head the way the man used to do years back. Instead, Hawk said good-bye and led Natalie outside.

When they got back inside the truck, Natalie turned toward Hawk with nervous eyes. “It’s really okay for you to leave me at my place. I promise to not go to sleep right away.” She spoke bravely, but she was almost shaking.

Hawk was now even more curious. Why was she so determined to get away from him? Sure, they’d been less than pleasant to each other after the wreck—they’d both lost their tempers—but he wasn’t a monster. It hadn’t gotten out of hand. Besides, he wasn’t used to women trying to avoid him. Women running after him, yes. Women giving him their number, also a big yes. Women who would rather suffer from a concussion alone than be with him? That was a new one.

“I said I’d take care of you, and that’s what I’m going to do.” As far as Hawk was concerned the subject was closed. “I hope you’re hungry, because my mother’s made a feast.”

“No. I can’t intrude on your family,” she gasped.

“What’s your problem?” When she flinched, he felt a twinge of guilt about the way the words had come out, and he was careful to speak more gently now. “Sorry. It’s just a meal, though. You don’t need to get so worked up.”

“I’d just rather be at home,” she mumbled, her arms folded across her chest.

“Well, tough.” So, his vow to be gentler had lasted ten seconds. It was the thought that counted, right? With no more conversation, he headed toward his parents’ sprawling raised ranch house. Half the county’s pastureland surrounded it.

His mom was so going to read this the wrong way. Hawk had never brought a woman home before, not even for a brief visit, and definitely not for a holiday. His heart pounded as he pulled down the long drive.

It was time to get his game face on. His mouth had better be faster than his mother’s brain, because if she saw a matchmaking opportunity, he was screwed.

chapter

4

Natalie could barely hold herself together. Her entire body was shaking as she sat huddled by the door of Hawk’s huge truck. She couldn’t do this, couldn’t go into his parents’ house and act as if this was normal for her.

This was so far from normal she didn’t know where normal began. It had always been just her and her mom. Her father had left them both before Natalie was even born, and her mother had never remarried.

They’d struggled throughout Natalie’s childhood, never having money, never having much time together. Her mom worked two jobs just to keep a roof over their heads and food on the table. Then, the time they were together had been . . . she couldn’t exactly describe it in words.

Her mother had led a difficult life and she’d had the right to be bitter, to be angry over the cards that had been dealt to her. She’d warned Natalie not to fall in love, that it only led to heartache, and certainly not to end up getting pregnant.

Natalie didn’t hold any ill will toward her mother, choosing to focus only on the good memories, though they’d been few and far between. And Natalie had promised her mother that she wouldn’t settle, wouldn’t accept less than the best for her life.

When Natalie had lost her mother during her freshman year in college, she’d wanted desperately to quit, to just give up, but because she’d loved her mom in spite of it all, she’d pushed through the grief. She’d tried that much harder.

As they arrived at Hawk’s parents’, she felt as if she was betraying her mother. Her mom had never gotten to celebrate a holiday, had never been welcomed into somebody’s home with open arms.

“I really can’t do this.”

Hawk turned and his intense gaze held hers. It was unnerving—she felt as if he could actually see what she was thinking.

“You can, Natalie. My family doesn’t bite.” His voice was soft, almost a caress.

“I’m sure they won’t appreciate an uninvited guest,” she pointed out. Surely he’d see reason.

When he laughed, that really got her hackles up. She didn’t like to be laughed at.

“I’m sorry,” Hawk told her when he saw her veiled outrage. “I’m not laughing at you, but as soon as you meet my mother, you’ll realize how untrue that is. The more people, the better—that’s her motto.”

Unless Natalie wanted to create a scene, she was stuck. She found herself being helped from the truck just as the door to the large house in front of her opened. She turned and lost her balance and of course, fell right into Hawk’s arms.

“You seem to have trouble staying on your feet,” Hawk said with a smile as his arms tightened. Before she could respond, a female voice rang out.

“Well, I guess you’re forgiven for your monumental rudeness in being so late.”

“You can . . . um . . . let me go now,” she said, her voice little more than a squeak.

“Oddly enough, I don’t want to,” he blurted out. His words made her head snap up in surprise. Nothing he seemed to say or do was consistent from one moment to the next.

“Dang, Hawk. Would you quit groping the girl and introduce us?” Natalie peered nervously upward, looking for the speaker. About ten people were looking down at her. How could she climb the steps onto the wraparound front porch without disgracing herself again?

Hawk slowly—reluctantly? She couldn’t be sure—released his hold on Natalie, only to place his arm behind her back. She refused to read anything into the gesture. It had to be his way of ensuring he wouldn’t have to catch her again if she tripped.