And she most certainly kissed him back.

Just as slowly, just as surely, his arms came around her back. Hers slid up his strong chest and wrapped around his neck.

She vaguely wondered where the wet towel went. But it was gone for a fact. There was no space between them anymore.

One of his hands came up to cradle her face, then slid deeply into her hair. He tilted his head and deepened the kiss, and she clung to him as if fearing she’d collapse. Her knees were shaky enough she had to wonder.

Like a warning bell, the kitchen door handle rattled.

Wyatt was gone. She blinked her eyes open to see him striding toward the door, yanking it open. Kevin stood outside with Win a pace behind.

“Good. You’re here. You and Win help Molly. I’ve got work.” He squeezed past Kevin and got out before Win got in, and that was the last Molly saw because she whirled away from Kevin, wondering what she looked like. Her cheeks felt flushed. Her lips felt swollen. Was her hair in disarray? Her thoughts certainly were.

She got very busy picking the wet towel up off the floor, then the skillet. She hung both up neatly, giving her face a chance to cool. That wasn’t quite long enough, so she went back to filling the water wells. The stove would keep the water hot, and they’d have a ready supply of it all day.

How long had she been standing here, working in silence when hello or good morning was absolutely called for?

“What do—” Her voice was husky, all wrong. She cleared her throat and forged on. “What do you two have planned for today?”

The wells full, she pulled the large roasting pan out from a cupboard below the sink. Straightening, she glanced behind her all casual-like, trying to think of what she would normally do if Kevin and Win came in, and she wasn’t all woolly-headed from the kiss she’d just shared with Wyatt.

A kiss.

Her first kiss.

Kevin and Win only had eyes for each other, as always, so Molly calmed down—leastways she calmed down about being caught. She’d be a while calming down about being kissed.

“Would you like a cup of coffee? I’ll join you as soon as I get this roast on to cook.”

“I’ll pour it for us, Molly. Your coffee is so much better than mine. I wish I knew how you do it.”

“If we all three have a cup, that’ll drain the pot. I’ll show you how I make it.”

Win smiled. “Thank you, Molly.” And somehow things were normal. Win was bustling around pouring coffee. Molly was focused on her meal, which didn’t take long.