"No problem," he straightened and regained his balance. "You named him Webster?"

She playfully kissed the dog's nose and then scooted him off into another room. "I thought Webster was appropriate. The first thing he chewed up when I brought him home as a puppy five years ago was my Webster's dictionary. At the time, the name just seemed to fit."

Noah laughed softly. "Then it's good that he didn't chew up an encyclopedia."

Amanda tried hard, but couldn't stifle her giggle. It was very difficult to be angry with Noah when he was being so charming--and that mesmerizing smile wasn't helping either! Once again, she had to brush away her attraction to him. She couldn't let herself fall for someone who wanted to sell the ranch! After she opened her heart to him about loving it, he wanted to snatch it away, along with her happiness! How could she still be so enamored with him? She unwittingly stared at him, trying to figure him out.

"You sure fade away on me a lot," Noah's gruff voice penetrated Amanda's thoughts. He walked toward her, the wood floor creaking beneath his boots.

When she felt his warm hand on her cheek, she jumped. "What are you doing?"

He watched her back away from him. "Seeing if you're still alive. You were standing there like a zombie."