Текст книги "Heart of Texas"

Автор книги: Debie Macomber

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Grady reached for her hand. “I’m sorry, Caroline.”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”

Maggie didn’t share her opinion, but Caroline wasn’t concerned.

“Would you like some lemonade?” Grady asked her daughter. “I made it specially for you.” He sounded downright pleased with himself.

“That sounds yummy, doesn’t it?” Caroline said.

Maggie didn’t answer.

“We’ll take a glass,” Caroline responded for both of them.

Grady led the way to the kitchen and got out three glasses. “It dawned on me the other day that I’m going to be living the bachelor life in a few months. I never spent much time working in the kitchen, not with Mom around and then Savannah doing all the cooking.” A sadness came over him at the mention of his mother. Grady wasn’t one to openly display his emotions, but Caroline knew that the death of his parents had forever marked him. He never talked about the accident—they’d drowned in a flash flood—or the horrible weeks that followed with the discovery of Richard’s theft and disappearance.

“I suspect Wiley and I’ll starve to death before the end of the first month,” he said, making a lighthearted shift of subject. Wiley had been foreman on the Yellow Rose for as long as Caroline could remember.

“I don’t think Savannah will let that happen.”

“Can I play with Savannah’s dolls?” Maggie asked, tugging at her mother’s arm.

“Don’t you want to go riding?” Grady asked, sounding disappointed.

Maggie shook her head; Caroline supposed she’d been scared off by the incident on Sunday. It might be a while before she was interested in horses again. In any event, dolls had always been her first choice.

“You be careful with Savannah’s things, you hear?” Caroline warned.

“I will,” Maggie promised and skipped off, her lemonade untouched.

“She enjoys playing with dolls, doesn’t she?” Grady said.

“More than anything.”

Grady carried their lemonade into the living room and set both glasses down on the coffee table.

“I imagine you’re wondering why we’re sitting in here rather than outside,” he said.

As a matter of fact she was.

“It’s too damned difficult to find a way to hold you if you’re sitting in that rocking chair,” he confessed. “Damn it, woman, I haven’t thought about anything but kissing you again from the moment you left last Sunday.”

It was heaven to hear him say it, and hell to confess it herself. “Oh, Grady, me, too!”

Neither made a pretense of drinking the lemonade. The minute they were on the sofa, they were in each other’s arms. Their first kiss was urgent, like a thirsty traveler drinking in cool water, not taking time to savor the taste or feel of it. Their second kiss was more serene.

Caroline wanted this, needed this, and Grady hadn’t disappointed her. His own display of eagerness warmed her heart. A delightful excitement filled her, allowing her to hope, to dream.

“Is this really happening to us?” she asked. She shifted around and rested her back against his chest. He spread light kisses down the side of her neck.

“If it’s not, don’t wake me.”

“When did this come about?” She closed her eyes and moaned softly when his teeth nipped her ear, sending shivers up her spine. “Grady,” she groaned, half in protest, half in encouragement.

“Kiss me,” he pleaded.

He didn’t need to ask twice. She twisted around and offered him her mouth. The havoc his touch created within her was much too powerful to resist.

Caroline was too involved in their exchange to hear the door open.

Grady abruptly broke off the kiss. Stunned by the sudden change in him, she didn’t notice Savannah for several seconds.

“Oops.” Her best friend sounded infinitely cheerful. “I think we came back a little too soon, Laredo.”

6

“THIS IS INCREDIBLE!” CAROLINE CRIED, galloping after Grady. The wind blew in her face as her pinto followed Grady’s horse across the wide open range. She hadn’t gone horseback riding in ages, and it felt wonderful, exhilarating. Caroline couldn’t remember a time she’d experienced such a sense of freedom. Not in years and years. This lighthearted feeling could only be attributed to one thing—the fact that she was falling in love with Grady.

“Come on, slowpoke,” Grady shouted over his shoulder, leading her farther from the ranch house. He hadn’t said where they were headed, but he seemed to have a destination in mind.

“Where are you taking me?” she called, but either he didn’t hear or chose to ignore the question.

Bless Savannah’s matchmaking heart. When she’d returned early, she insisted they go riding, saying she’d look after Maggie. Grady and Caroline had both made token protests, but it didn’t take long for Savannah to convince them to sneak away.

The day was lovely, not excessively hot for an August afternoon. Surprisingly it was several degrees cooler than it had been earlier in the week. The grass was lush and green because of the early-summer rains, and the air smelled fresh.

During the past few days Caroline had been giving a lot of thought to her relationship with Grady. Both were mature adults. He’d recently turned thirty-six and she was almost twenty-eight. She knew what she wanted in life, and he seemed to have set his own course, too. She liked him and deeply respected him. Recently, very recently, she’d admitted she was fast falling in love with him. Already she was beginning to believe they could make a decent life together.

Grady crested a hill and stopped to wait for her. His eyes were bright, alive with happiness, and Caroline wondered if the joy she read in them was a reflection of her own.

“Are you ready for a break yet?” he asked.

“I’ll rest when you do,” she told him, not wanting to hold him up.

“In other words you’re willing to follow me to the ends of the earth.”

She laughed rather than confess the truth of it. “Something like that.”

“Seriously, Caroline, my backside is far more accustomed to a saddle than yours. I don’t want to overtax that part of your anatomy.”

“I didn’t know you were so concerned about the care and comfort of my butt,” she teased.

Grady threw back his head and laughed boisterously.

She urged the pinto into an easy trot, and Grady caught up with her in short order. They rode in companionable silence for several minutes. Gradually he led her toward some willow trees growing along the edge of a winding creek. The scene was postcard picturesque.

“There’s a nice shady spot here.” Grady pointed to a huge weeping willow whose branches dipped lazily into the water.

They paused there. Grady dismounted first, then helped her down. Caroline had been around horses most of her life and certainly didn’t need any assistance. But she didn’t stop him; she knew he wanted to hold her, and she wanted it, too. She could find no reason to deny either of them what they desired.

He held her a moment longer than necessary and she pretended not to notice. Bracing her hands against his shoulders, she slowly eased her body toward the ground. Even then he didn’t release his firm grasp on her waist.

His eyes were intense, focused only on her. Time seemed to stop. Everything around her had an unreal dreamlike quality. Sound filtered lazily into her mind—the whisper of a breeze through the delicate branches of the willow, the creek’s cheerful gurgle, the bird song of early evening.

“I used to come here when I was a boy,” Grady said. He still held her, but more loosely now. “I used to think it was a magic place.”

“Magic?”

“Bandits hid in the tree, waiting to ambush me, but I was too smart for them.” Laugh lines crinkled at his eyes as he spoke.

“When I was a little girl, I used to hide in an oak tree in our backyard. I was sure no one could see me.”

He removed his glove and brushed a strand of hair from her temple, his callused fingers gentle against her face. “Once I’d rid the place of the bandits, I’d sit and think…and pretend.”

“I’d dream,” she told him, realizing as she did that this was the first time she’d ever told anyone about the oak tree.

“Any particular dream?” he asked.

“Oh, what most girls dream,” she said. “Girls who’ve read Cinderella and Rapunzel and Snow White—I adored those stories. I’d dream about being a princess in disguise. A handsome prince would fight insurmountable odds to come to me and declare his love.”

He grinned. “At your service.”

“Oh, Grady, are you my prince?” She felt foolish when she’d said the words, but he looked at her so seriously, all joking gone.

“There’s nothing I’d like more,” he said in a quiet voice.

The air between them seemed electric, charged with tension, and Caroline was convinced she’d die if he didn’t kiss her soon. Judging by the glitter in his eyes, Grady must have felt the same way. He muttered something unintelligible, then unhurriedly lowered his mouth to hers.

He tightened his arms around her waist, almost lifting her from the ground. Caroline ran her fingers through his hair. His Stetson tumbled from his head, but he didn’t seem to notice. The kiss went on and on.

Abruptly he broke it off and shook his head. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I’m moving too fast. It’s just that—”

“No, that’s not it.”

His hands were in her hair, too, and he held her against him. With her ear pressed to his heart, she could hear its desperate pounding.

“I can’t seem to keep my hands off you,” he whispered.

“You don’t hear me complaining, do you?”

“No, but…” His chest expanded with a deep sigh. “Oh, hell, Caroline, I haven’t made any secret of the way I feel about you.”

“It’s how I feel, too,” she confessed.

Holding her hand firmly in his, he guided her toward the creek, stopping long enough to retrieve a spare blanket from his saddlebag. He pulled back the dangling willow branches and bowed, gesturing her in. “Welcome to my castle.”

“Castle?” she repeated. “I thought it was a bandits’ hideout.”

“Not anymore,” he murmured. “I’m your handsome prince, remember?”

All Caroline could do was smile. And if her smile was a little tremulous…she couldn’t help it.

He spread the blanket on the ground, and once she was seated, he returned to his saddlebag. To her surprise, he produced a bottle of cool white wine, two stemmed plastic glasses and a piece of cheddar cheese.

“You shock me, Grady,” Caroline told him as he opened the bottle with his Swiss Army knife.

“I do?” He glanced up, a look of amusement on his face as he cut the cheese and handed her a slice.

“This is so romantic.”

“If you think this is something, just wait.”

Caroline raised her head. “You mean there’s more?” She savoured a bite of the sharp cheddar.

“Much more.” He leaped to his feet and returned to the horses. Again opening a saddlebag, he drew out a small gold-foil box.

“Chocolates?” Caroline squealed with delight.

“I figured these were the kind of thing a man gives a woman when he comes courting.” He didn’t look at her; instead, he busied himself carefully pouring the wine.

Caroline loved the way he used the old-fashioned term. “Are you courting me, Grady?” She’d meant to sound demure, but her question had an urgency about it. “Are you being serious?” She had to know.

“This is about as serious as a man gets,” he said and handed her a plastic cup of wine. “Shall we make a toast?” he asked, holding up his glass.

She nodded and touched her glass to his.

“To the future,” he said, then amended, “our future.”

Caroline sipped the wine. The chardonnay was delicate, smooth, refreshing. One sip and her heart started to pound, the force of it growing with every beat. It took her a moment to realize what was happening.

She was in love, really in love. It both terrified and excited her. And with that realization came another. She needed to tell Grady about Maggie’s father. He had a right to know the truth, although the thought of telling him brought a dull ache to the pit of her stomach.

“You’re quiet all of a sudden,” Grady said.

“I was just thinking.” She shrugged off his concern.

“That could be dangerous to your mental health,” he teased. He leaned forward, his lips moist with wine, and gently kissed her. His mouth lingered in a series of short nibbling kisses far more potent than the wine.

“I can’t make myself stop kissing you,” he said, leaning his forehead against hers.

“I can’t stop wanting you to kiss me,” she told him. She moved her hands along his neck, loving the feel of his skin. “I…I want to talk to you about Maggie.” She closed her eyes, fighting back the tension that gripped her. The sooner she got this over with, the better.

“I’m trying, Caroline, I honestly am.”

“I know…but what I want to say doesn’t have anything to do with how she feels about you.”

Grady went very still.

The heavy pounding of her heart echoed in her ears, drowning out her thoughts. She couldn’t look at him while she spoke of that pain-filled time. Before she could stop herself, she was on her feet.

“It’s about Maggie’s father.” She clenched her hands until the knuckles were white. Her stomach tightened. The only one who knew the full truth had been her mother. Caroline was well aware that other family members and certainly her friends had speculated for years about who’d fathered Maggie, but she’d never told them. Never told anyone. Never felt the need until now.

“Caroline, you’re very pale. Is this really so difficult for you?”

She bowed her head and exhaled slowly. “It’s much harder than I’d thought it would be.”

He stood up and moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders. “Then forget it. My knowing isn’t necessary, not if it upsets you like this.”

“But it is necessary.” He had no idea how much.

“Then you can tell me some other time,” he insisted. He bent to kiss the side of her neck. His mouth lingered and her head fell forward. “I want our afternoon to be special. I don’t want anything to interfere with that.”

“But you have a right to know.” She paused and swallowed. What he didn’t seem to understand was that telling him wouldn’t get any easier. In fact, the longer she waited…

His hands gently stroked the length of her arms. “Let’s not spoil our afternoon with memories best forgotten. There’ll be plenty of time for you to tell me everything—but not today.”

“Aren’t you curious? Don’t you want to know?”

He released a long sigh. “Yeah, I am,” he said after a moment. “Perhaps I’m a little afraid, too. I don’t want anything to ruin what we have.”

“Oh, Grady.” He made it so easy to delay telling him the truth. Easy to thrust it into the future with excuses she was far too willing to accept and he was just as eager to suggest.

“I’m your prince, remember?”

“I remember,” she replied dutifully.

“Good.” He kissed her then, his mouth touching hers in a quick caress. “Now let’s get back to our wine.”

He waited until she’d settled herself on the blanket before he handed her the glass he’d refilled. Positioning himself behind her, he eased her against him. Caroline closed her eyes as he gently fingered the fine strands of her hair.

“I told you this is a magic place.”

“Mmm.”

“Reality will find us soon enough, so let’s enjoy the magic while we can.”

Caroline had to admit she was willing to do just that.

* * *

MAGGIE PUT Savannah’s dolls back on the bedroom-window seat and looked out again, hoping to see her mommy. She’d gone horseback riding with Grady and they’d been away a long time. Longer than she wanted them to be. She was ready to go home now.

Bored, she put on her backpack and wandered into the kitchen where Savannah was kneading bread dough.

“When’s Mommy coming back?” she asked.

“I don’t know, sweetheart, but I imagine they’ll be here soon.”

“Where’s Richard?” Maggie asked next.

“I don’t know.”

“Can I watch television?”

“Of course, but get Laredo to turn it on for you, okay?”

“I can do it,” Maggie insisted. She turned on the television at home and it wasn’t hard.

“Grady got a new satellite dish and it has three remote controls.”

There was his name again. Not only did Grady shout, but he made it so she couldn’t prove to Savannah how smart she was.

“Laredo’s in the barn, but he’ll be finished any minute.”

Maggie glanced wistfully toward the barn, but she wouldn’t go in there alone, not anymore. The last time, she’d gotten into trouble, and Grady had yelled at her again and grabbed her. He’d been scared, too; she could tell when he pulled her away from the horse and held her.

“I’d do it for you, sweetheart, but I’ve got my hands buried in bread dough,” Savannah explained.

“That’s all right.” Not wanting to wait inside, Maggie walked onto the porch. She sat on the top step, and Rocket ambled over to lie down beside her. She rubbed his ears for a few minutes because Savannah had told her he liked that. Then she rested her chin on her folded hands, looking out over the ranch yard, hoping she’d find something to do. Something that wouldn’t get her in trouble.

She caught a flash of color and saw Richard coming out of the bunkhouse. Her spirits lifted immediately. Leaping off the steps, she raced to his side. “Richard!”

He jerked around, then smiled when he saw her. Maggie liked Richard’s smile, but what she enjoyed most were his magic tricks. Once he pulled a coin out of her ear. Another time he had her draw a card out of the middle of a deck and then told her what card it was. He was right.

“Howdy, kiddo,” Richard said.

“Wanna play?” she asked, skipping after him.

“Not now.”

“Nobody wants to play with me,” she said, hoping he’d feel sorry for her and offer a game or a few tricks.

“Sorry, kiddo, I’ve got things to do.”

Maggie’s face fell. Everyone was too busy for her. “Can I help?” she asked, thinking if he finished early, he might take time to play.

“No,” he said sharply. He sounded almost like Grady when he was mad, and Maggie gasped.

Richard squatted down. “Maybe we can play, after all. How about a game of hide-and-seek?” he suggested. “You go hide and I’ll come and find you.”

This was great, better than she’d expected. “Okay.” Maggie glanced around, looking for a place to hide, somewhere Richard wouldn’t find her.

“Are you closing your eyes?” she asked.

“You bet I am, kid.”

Maggie didn’t like the way he said it, but she was so pleased to have someone willing to play with her that she didn’t care.

“Don’t peek,” she warned and raced around the corner.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he called after her.

He said that in a way she didn’t like, either. Almost as if he was mad but without raising his voice. Maggie tore across the yard, her pack slapping against her back, and hid in Savannah’s garden. She liked the smell of the roses. She crouched down under the table on the patio…but Richard didn’t come and he didn’t come. She got tired of waiting.

He was probably looking in places near the barn, she decided. Sneaking out of the rose garden, she crept on tiptoe closer to where she’d last seen him. Circling around to the other side of the barn, she saw Grady’s truck that Richard sometimes drove. He didn’t usually keep his truck there. The truck bed was covered with a sort of blanket but bigger.

Richard would never think of looking for her there. The tailgate was down, and by standing on a box she was able to climb inside. The floor hurt her knees and it was dark and warm inside, almost like a cave under the heavy cloth. There was lots of other stuff, too. She found a rolled-up sleeping bag and leaned against it.

“Richard!” she called, thinking he might need help finding her.

Nothing.

It was getting so hot under the blanket that she took off the backpack. Soon her eyes grew heavy with sleep. She decided to put her head down on the sleeping bag, but just for a few minutes until Richard found her.

Just until then.

* * *

THIS WAS SO EASY it was embarrassing, Richard Weston told himself. The pickup, formerly owned by Grady—as he liked to think of it—sped down the road toward Bitter End. No one would think of looking for him there. No one would even guess.

Luckily his brother’s head was in the clouds these days. Grady Weston in love—if it wasn’t so damn funny, it’d be sad. Grady had fallen in love—for the first time, Richard was sure—at the age of thirty-six—and it wasn’t a pretty sight. For a couple of weeks now he’d been walking around the house with his tongue hanging out of his mouth and his eyes glazed over. It was a wonder he hadn’t tripped down the stairs and broken his damn neck.

Actually Richard wouldn’t have minded doing the dirty deed with Miss Caroline himself. He’d bet that woman was some hot number in the sack. Still, he felt grateful to her for keeping Grady distracted. His blockhead of a brother didn’t have a clue what he, Richard, was up to. Before Grady figured it out, he’d be long gone. Yup, it was that easy.

Richard laughed aloud. “Idiots.” He hated to say this about his own flesh and blood, but both Grady and Savannah were dolts. It was kind of sad that they’d be gullible enough to let him drive off with several months’ worth of supplies. He’d even managed to acquire a small gasoline-powered generator—one he’d put onto his brother’s business account, naturally. Of course Grady wouldn’t know anything about it for a couple of weeks.

Richard almost wished he could be a fly on the wall when the bills started coming in. Grady would have a conniption. Richard felt a mild twinge of guilt about that, but hell, he didn’t have any choice. Not really. He had to eat, and while the portable television might seem an extravagance, it wasn’t. How would he know what was going on in the world without watching the evening news? It wasn’t like he was going to get cable in the old ghost town, either. All he had were rabbit ears. He’d be lucky to receive one station, possibly two, but that was probably just as well. Otherwise he’d be tempted to laze around and waste his whole supply of gasoline on running the TV.

By the time he reached the turnoff to the dirt road that wound up the far side of the valley, he was lost in his thoughts.

He knew himself well enough to realize he’d find it difficult to stay cooped up in Bitter End, with no companionship and few diversions. There were sure to be times when he’d welcome an excuse to venture into Promise, or any one of the other small towns that dotted the Texas hill country.

He couldn’t do that, however. Grady was bound to report the truck as stolen, and sure as shootin’, Richard would have a lawman on his tail five minutes after he hit the highway. But a stolen vehicle was only a small part of Richard’s worries—just one more complication in his already complicated life.

Hell, all the lawmen in three states would give their eyeteeth to get their hands on him. So the last thing he needed was to be pulled in for driving a stolen truck.

A shiver raced down his spine. He didn’t want to think about that.

The road grew bumpy and he slowed. For a moment he thought he heard a sound, a cry of some kind, but he strained his ears and didn’t hear it again.

Imagination was a funny thing, he mused. Could be dangerous, too. On a recent visit to Bitter End, he’d had the impression that someone was watching him. Someone or something. A vague feeling, mildly uncomfortable.

He blamed Ellie Frasier for that. She’d given him the willies the time he’d brought her to Bitter End. The minute they’d left the truck, she’d started making noises about this “feeling.” He hadn’t felt a damn thing, while she’d been practically crawling out of her skin. Naturally that was for the best, since he certainly didn’t want her coming back and bringing her friends along.

Ellie hadn’t been able to get out fast enough. Whatever the feeling was, it had never bothered Richard—until that last visit. He’d probably just heard too much about this so-called sensation. He didn’t understand it, but he was counting it as a plus. The town’s reputation for eeriness meant that people would stay away. He’d have to control his own imagination, not let ghost stories and strange noises spook him.

As he neared Bitter End, he reduced the truck’s speed. He’d found a spot in the ghost town where he could hide the pickup, so if anyone did happen to stumble in, they wouldn’t see it.

He stopped in front of the wooden stable, which leaned heavily to one side. He’d say one thing for the folks who’d originally built this place. They’d been great craftsmen. Most of the buildings still stood, despite their age.

He drove the truck into the decrepit stable and jumped down from the cab. He was about to close the door when he caught a movement under the canvas tarp.

He froze. Sure enough, he saw it move again. Believing in the element of surprise, he moved quietly to the back of the truck and firmly gripped the edge of the blanket. With no warning, he jerked it away from the bed.

Maggie Daniels screamed and cowered in a corner. It took them both a moment to recover, but she was faster.

“Richard!”

“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded.

The smile on her face disappeared. “We were playing hide-and-seek, remember? I fell asleep….”

Richard swore.

Maggie’s eyes grew round. “If my mommy was here, she’d wash your mouth out with soap.”

As far as he could see, Richard had few choices. He could dump the kid on the highway—but would she shut up about where she’d been? He could keep her in Bitter End. Or he could do away with her entirely. Kidnap and murder charges wouldn’t look good on his rap sheet. But he might not have any other options.

Damn it, what was he going to do now?

* * *

GRADY HAD NEVER been one to idle away time, nor had he been known to sit under a willow tree and soak in the beauty of a summer evening. Not for the past six years, at any rate. It’d taken him that long to get the ranch into the black. He’d earned a decent profit last year and would again this year, God willing. He finally felt good about his life and he didn’t want his happiness compromised now with talk of Maggie’s father. He tried to convince himself it didn’t matter—but it did. Caroline had wanted to tell him, and curious though he was, he’d persuaded her to wait. Grady recognized that his behavior was uncharacteristic; generally he faced problems head-on. But he knew why he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. Admitting it didn’t come easy, not by a long shot. Intuitively he feared that once she told him about Maggie’s father, nothing would be the same between them. Sitting with her in the shade of the willow tree, holding her close, loving her—these moments were far too special to invade with difficult truths. So he’d delayed the inevitable, hurled it into the future until he felt more ready to deal with it.

Caroline lay down on the blanket beside him, her head resting against his thigh. Lazily he brushed the hair from her face. She was so damned beautiful he could barely manage not to stare at her. Barely manage not to kiss her again. They’d done plenty of that this afternoon. She’d tasted of wine and chocolate, and Grady thought he’d never sampled a more intoxicating combination. Sweet and potent at the same time.

He’d as good as told her he was interested in marrying her. A man didn’t go courting otherwise. It was time for him to settle down. Glen was about to make the leap into marriage, and with Savannah married and she and Laredo building their own home, he’d soon be alone. But it wasn’t just the events in other people’s lives that had convinced him.

It was Caroline and Maggie. Whenever he was with them, he didn’t want their time together to end. His life felt empty when they weren’t around.

He tried to tell Caroline that, but he couldn’t manage the words. He discovered it was damned hard to admit how much he needed someone else. He’d never felt this way before, and it frightened him.

“I could almost go to sleep,” Caroline murmured. Her eyes remained closed and he ran his index finger down the side of her jaw. Her skin was soft and smooth. Lovely. She was lovely.

Her lips eased into a smile. “You’re right.”

“Well, I don’t know what I’m right about, but I like the sound of those words.”

“Every man does,” she teased.

“Flatter my ego and tell me why I’m right.”

“This place,” she whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so…content. So relaxed.”

“Me, neither.” Today was the first time he’d spent more than ten minutes here in years, and already they’d been gone at least two hours.

“I wonder…” she began wistfully.

“What?” He bent forward to graze his lips across her brow.

“If you have any other magic tricks up your sleeve.”

“That’s Richard’s specialty, not mine.”

Caroline frowned. “You provided a magical afternoon for me,” she said. “Wine and chocolates and this beautiful place.”

“The kissing wasn’t half-bad, either.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed up at him with such longing he couldn’t possibly have resisted her.

Caroline wrapped herself in his embrace the moment he reached for her. Grady was shocked by the intensity of his own craving. It felt as though he’d waited his entire life for this afternoon and this woman.

His tongue danced with hers and he worked his fingers into her hair, loving the feel of it, clean and silky smooth. Fifty years of this, and he swore he’d never tire of her taste.

“I suppose we’d better think about getting back,” he said reluctantly, feeling cheated that their magical time had come to an end.

“How long have we been gone?” Caroline asked. Not waiting for a response, she glanced at her watch. She gasped and jumped to her feet. “Oh, my goodness, we’ve been away for over two hours!”

“I know.”

“But Maggie…”

“She’s with Savannah.”

“I had no idea we’d been gone this long.” She started cleaning up the area, her movements fast and jerky.

“Caroline, you don’t have anything to worry about.”

She turned slowly to face him, obviously comforted. “Thank you, Grady. I do know that. I’m just not used to…any of this.” She made a gesture that took in their surroundings, the remains of their picnic and Grady himself.

He helped her mount—because he wanted to, not because she needed any assistance. They rode back to the ranch, joking and laughing, teasing each other the way lovers do.

As the house came into view, his eyes were drawn to its silhouette against the darkening sky. Solid, secure, welcoming. His home had always seemed a natural part of the landscape to him. It belonged there. And for the first time in years, he felt that his life was what he wanted it to be.