She followed Nash to the curb and watched as he popped the hoods on both vehicles. He stretched out the cables and clamped one end to her battery.

“What brings you to Glenwood?" she asked as he walked to his car and she did the same.

“I'm visiting family." Huh. She wouldn't have picked him for the small-town type. "I don't know anyone named Harmon in the area." He opened his car door. "Actually their last name is Haynes."

“The Haynes men?" He frowned slightly. "You know them?"

“Sure. Travis Haynes is our sheriff. Kyle, his brother, is one of the deputies, as is his sister, Hannah." Stephanie tilted her head. "Let me see. I think Hannah is only a half sister. I never heard the whole story. There are a couple more brothers. One's a firefighter and one lives in Fern Hill."

“You know a lot."

“Glenwood isn't the big city. It's the sort of place where we all keep track of each other." Which was one of the things she liked about the area. While owning a bed and breakfast had never been one of her dreams, if she had to run that kind of business, far better here than somewhere cold and impersonal.

Nash moved into his car and turned the key. The engine caught.

When he stepped back out, Stephanie studied his dark hair and strong jaw. "I can see the family resemblance," she said. "Are you a cousin?"

“Not exactly." He released the jumper-cable connection. "I don't know much about them. Maybe you could fill me in later." A shiver shimmied through her. Anticipation, she realized. Great. In the time it took to serve breakfast and dig out jumper cables, she'd developed a crush. She was thirty-three. Shouldn't she be immune to that kind of foolishness? He coiled the cables, then handed them to her. "If it's not too much trouble."