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dishes.

"Well, we just have to work it out, that's all," Kate answered
determinedly. She was going to make it work. She had to. She loved
Cole dearly but there came a time when a woman had to have a child too.

There was a shrill screech of tires on the gravel driveway and a squeal
of brakes. "I think you've got more company, Kate. Here, let me do
those pots."

Kate blew the stubborn strand of hair from her eyes and shook her head.
"No. Frank's out there. Probably someone to see him anyway." She
scrubbed the pots harder. "How's the coffee doing? They'll be
bellowing for a cup soon, even in this heat."

A few minutes later the sound of heavy feet on the steps coming up from
the office caused Kate to twist around from the sink, her hands still
immersed in the soapy water.

"Cole ... oh, Cole!"

A tall handsome dark man stood grinning at her. His hair was styled in
a longish cut with thick sideburns, the suit was a rich brown that
matched his twinkling brown eyes. South Dakota had never been exposed
to a suit like that. Why, it was ... well ... voguish and smart and
showed off his handsome broad-shouldered, lean-hipped physique to
advantage.

Damn, damn, damn! Why did he have to come a day early and surprise her
like this? Kate felt like a fool in her old shorts and jersey, up to
her elbows in suds. And she'd bought that lovely slinkly jumpsuit for
his homecoming. Damn him!

Gwen smiled and slipped out. It must be wonderful to have a man of
your own ... your very own. And she could have too. Peter Miller
wanted to marry her before she left New York ... but no, she'd had to
prove herself, had mostly to prove to her father that his art galleries
weren't the world ... the real world ... where it was with real people.
But, so far, the only one she'd found was Kate. Ironically Kate was an
artist too.

Kate just stood there as the tears welled up in her eyes. Damn Cole.
He looked so smart and elegant, a new suit, new side burns and hair cut
and here she was all hot and sweaty and house-wifey looking. No make-
up, her hair stringing. "Damn you!" she finally blurted aloud.

"For what?" Kate felt his arms wrap around her from behind and his lips
brush her temple. "Hello, wife woman."

"Ohhhh ... just damn ..." she wailed.