Rosamunde grinned, shaking her head. She took an M&M from the bowl and tossed it at him, hitting him square in the cheek. "I've been caught with my hand in the cookie jar many times. One more time isn't gonna hurt."

She set the bowl on the table and pushed it to the center. Grabbing the pillow, she leaned back on the couch and said, "Besides, even if I did fill up on candy, I'd still eat dinner. I wouldn't pass it up for the world." She patted the pillow on her stomach. "I'm still hungry."

Jack flinched as the candy hit his check and bounced down into his hand. "Always hungry? Sounds like me." he said with a chuckle, then ate the M&M.

Rosamunde laughed. "I'm beginning to think we're twins and we were separated at birth...We have too much in common. It's almost scary..."

She looked at him and smiled. "Then again, maybe that's a good thing..."

"I've found having things in common makes for some interesting conversations." Jack smiled at her. "But then again, have you heard the old adage, Opposites attract?' " he chuckled and stood, going to a window and peering out.

Rosamunde nodded. "My parents were, and still are sort of, opposites. The only things they have in common are their blue eyes and art. My dad was from the city; my mom was from the country...kind of like us, only the opposite..."

She remained seated, but she kept her eyes on him. Biting her lip, she quenched a smile as she picked at a loose thread on the pillow. Despite only knowing him for a few hours, he had successfully swept her off her feet with hardly any effort.

Jack nodded but didn't turn to look at her. His green eyes examined their yard, and the houses around them. The crowded were homes were certainly not was he was used to. He heard a dog barking loudly, even though the window wasn't opened. He rubbed his chin then turned around, looking at her intently. There was something about her...something he couldn't really put his finger on. He felt, even though he had barely known her, she held the key to his affections. He'd never met a woman with so much spark as her. He drifted over to their table and looked down at a book sitting there. "What sort of books do you like Rosamunde? I suppose you like tales of cowboys." he asked and stated, somewhat mischievously.

Rosamunde shrugged, "Actually, I don't really like reading...But I have read a few Westerns and I guess I have to admit those were my favorite..."

She chuckled. "And, I know my name is a mouthful, so you can just call me Ro or Rosie."

"Alright, Ro." Jack said, picking up the book from the table and reading the summary on the back. "I'd much prefer to take a ride on one of my horses then read, but when it's rainy I find reading entertaining." He grinned, setting the book down. "And as for nicknames for me? Jack is about the shortest you can get. Though I have had one of my friends call me Jay."

"Jay?" Rosamunde tried the name out with a lift of her eyebrows and then shook her head. "I like Jack better."

She sat up on the couch and pulled her feet up. "So...do you like ice cream, Jack?" She chuckled a bit at her random subject change.

"Ice-cream? Yeah. Love it." Jack sighed. "Strangely, though I like everything else green, I hate green ice-cream." he smiled at her. "Whats your favorite Ro? Perhaps...we might find ourselves at a ice-cream parlor someday, and if that happens I'll want to know your favorite flavor."

One side of Rosamunde's mouth lifted. "Mint. It's usually green...I know a great place to get ice cream. It's a small shop right next to the the park. Their ice cream is to die for. And I just happen to be free all day tomorrow. Maybe we can happen to be there at the exact same time?" She grinned.

"Oh, won't that be a pleasant coincidence?" Jack said, his expression turning into a slanted grin. "When should this, uh, accidental meeting take place?" He asked, staring at her.

Rosamunde pursed her lips in thought. "Maybe after lunch...around 1 or so?"

She ran a hand through her hair. "Or, we could be rebels and meet before lunch..."

"Being a rebel is always fun." Jack said, hooking his thumbs in the belt loops of his pants. He twirled one red strand of hair between his fingers. "If what you said is true, if we do eat icecream before lunch it won't matter. You're always hungry..." He grinned again, sitting back in the chair he had once occupied.

Rosamunde giggled, shaking her head.

"Rosie, you sound like a schoolgirl." Taylor Troy said, walking into the living room, holding a white handtowel as she dried her hands. She looked at Jack. "Don't let her silliness get to you. She's a bag full of tricks and other ridiculous things."

Taylor patted her daughter on the head. "Dinner's ready. Your daddy should be back any minute, so I think we'll wait." She looked at Jack. "You own the ranch just outside of town, right? You mentioned horses and that's the only place I know of around here where there are horses..."