Текст книги "Heart of Texas"

Автор книги: Debie Macomber

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The line went silent. “He didn’t ask you?”

“Ask me what?”

“Oh, dear,” Savannah said with an exaggerated sigh. “When he left this morning, Grady was as fidgety as a drop of cold water on a hot skillet.”

“Maybe he’s got heat rash,” Caroline teased. “Now tell me what this is all about.”

“Grady,” Savannah said as if that much should be obvious. “And then in church, the poor man couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”

“This isn’t making a lot of sense, Savannah Smith.”

“And I was so sure, too.”

“Sure about what?” Caroline demanded.

“That Grady was going to ask you to marry him.”

9

EVERY PEW IN PROMISE CHRISTIAN CHURCH was filled for the wedding of Ellie Frasier and Glen Patterson. Glen had asked Cal to be his best man and Grady to serve as one of the ushers. Grady had agreed before he learned that he was expected to wear a tuxedo. He wasn’t sure how a man could breathe with a shirt buttoned up that tight.

The main advantage of being in the wedding party was that Caroline was one of Ellie’s bridesmaids. Grady had never realized that four women all wearing the same dresses could look so different. In his—admittedly biased—opinion, Caroline was the most beautiful. Savannah, of course, was a close second.

Since it was the hottest time of the year, Wade McMillen kept his sermon short. Ellie and Glen exchanged their vows as both their mothers sat in the front row quietly weeping. The Moorhouse sisters sobbed loudly, and Dovie Boyd dabbed at her eyes, as well. Even the coolly composed Dr. Dickinson, sitting beside Dovie, sniffled a bit as the I do’s were said.

Grady met Frank Hennessey’s eye as they exited the church. Frank had his arm protectively around Dovie, and his expression seemed to say that he had plenty of years on Grady and he still didn’t understand what made women weep at weddings.

The reception was held at the Grange Hall and, on this Saturday afternoon, there were as many cars parked out front as the night of the big summer dance. The table closest to the door was stacked high with elegantly wrapped wedding gifts.

Grady ended up spending most of his time in the reception line, but once again he was compensated by having Caroline at his side.

“Ellie looks so beautiful,” she said when the last guest had made her way through the line.

Grady’s patience when it came to these formal affairs was limited. He felt tired and hungry. “Do you want something to eat?” he asked with a longing glance at the buffet table.

“I’ve got to help Ellie change out of her wedding dress,” she told him.

“You mean we can take off these fancy duds?” He eased his index finger between the starched collar and his neck.

“Not us. Just Ellie and Glen.”

“Not fair,” he complained.

“Go help yourself to some dinner and I’ll be back before you know it.” She kissed his cheek, and while it was only a sample of what he wanted, he’d take what he could get.

“Where’d Caroline go?” Cal asked, coming up behind Grady in the buffet line.

“To help Ellie change out of her dress.” Grady thought that made him sound like an expert on wedding etiquette, but he wouldn’t have had a clue if Caroline hadn’t told him.

“Who designed these starched shirts, anyway?” Cal muttered, “The Marquis de Sade?”

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” Grady reached for a plate. It’d been hours since he’d last eaten. Between that and the afternoon’s exertions, he was starved.

“Glen’s a married man now,” Cal said as if it had only now hit him.

“Does that bother you?” Grady asked, thinking there’d be a big adjustment in Cal’s life. Grady had heard Glen was moving into town with Ellie; apparently, they’d put money down on a house.

“Doesn’t bother me at all—but it would if he hadn’t married Ellie. Those two are good together.”

Grady felt the same way. Cal and Glen had been his neighbors all his life. Neighbors and best friends. The three of them were as close as family, and yet Grady had to wonder if he knew Cal as well as he thought he did. Again and again he’d mulled over the news that Cal had once dated Caroline, but he firmly believed Cal would have married her if he’d been the baby’s father.

Grady had given up trying to work out who Maggie’s father was. He felt certain it had to be someone he knew, perhaps trusted, otherwise she wouldn’t hesitate to tell him. Whenever they were together he watched her struggle with herself. The one time she’d been ready to tell him, he’d stopped her. He wanted to kick himself for that now. This secret was tormenting her—and him, too.

Last Sunday on their picnic, he’d tried to reassure her that it didn’t matter. He loved Maggie and he loved her. Apparently he’d failed, because she seemed more apprehensive than ever.

“Glen looks at Ellie the way you look at Caroline,” Cal said casually.

“It’s that noticeable, is it?”

Cal nodded. “You could say that.”

They carried their plates to a recently vacated table in the far corner of the hall.

Grady stacked the empty plates to one side and pulled out a chair. Cal sat across from him. “I’m thinking of asking Caroline to marry me,” he said, mentioning it in an offhand way. It was the first time he’d said it aloud. He watched Cal’s reaction, closely.

“All right!” Cal grinned. “I wondered how long it’d take you. I’ve always liked Caroline.”

“I love her.” Grady had no problem admitting it, and if Cal had any leftover emotion for her, he’d rather they cleared the air now.

“Then what’s the holdup?”

Grady felt a surge of anger, not at the question but at the answer. He stabbed his fork into a thick slice of ham as he waited for the bitterness to leave him. This was a day of shared joy, and he refused to allow his brother to ruin it.

Cal propped his elbows on the table. “My guess would be that Richard’s got something to do with this. I thought he wasn’t around anymore.”

Without elaborating, Grady told him about the latest fiasco involving Richard. Cal and Frank Hennessey were the only two people with whom Grady would discuss his worthless brother. He supposed Cal had told Glen; that was only natural, and fine with him. Six years earlier, when Richard had disappeared with the inheritance money, Cal had advised Grady to press charges against him. Grady had agonized over it and in the end decided not to. Now he wondered if he’d made the right decision.

Few other people knew of Richard’s treachery.

Savannah might have told Caroline, but he couldn’t be sure. Of all the women in town, Caroline had been the most sensible about Richard and his attentions. Grady admired her for seeing through his brother and not being taken in by his easy charm. Nearly everyone had been deceived by his flattery and suave ways, but not her.

“Richard’s gone,” Grady said, answering his friend, “and yet he isn’t. He left behind damn near eight thousand dollars in debts.”

Cal gave a low whistle.

Grady told him how his brother had charged things on local accounts all around town. Clothes, liquor, food, even camping and ranch supplies, although God only knew what he intended to do with them. Frankly, Grady didn’t want to know.

“They aren’t your debts,” Cal was quick to remind him. “The bills have Richard’s signature on them.”

“But he put them on the family accounts.”

Cal sighed in resignation. “You paid them, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t have any choice.” It was the Weston name that stood to be tarnished. Grady knew he wouldn’t be able to look his friends and neighbors in the eye when his own brother had bilked them, unless he himself made good on the debts. Which he had. That eight thousand had nearly wiped out his savings, but he’d get by, just as he always had.

Earlier in the week he’d checked out engagement rings in the jeweler’s window, and he’d realized he wouldn’t be able to buy as big a diamond as he wanted for Caroline; he also realized it was more important to be debt-free.

Cal was about to ask him something else when Frank Hennessey abruptly pulled out a chair and joined them. He cast them a grateful look. “I’m safe for now,” he said in a low voice.

“Safe from who?” Grady asked, puzzled. Frank normally didn’t run from anything or anyone.

Frank threw back his head with a groan. “Dovie. The woman’s got that look in her eye again.”

Cal and Grady exchanged glances. “What look?” Cal ventured.

“Marriage. I…I’ve been telling her for the last ten years that one day I’d marry her. I meant it at the time, but I tell you, boys, the mere thought is enough to make my blood run cold. I can see now I’m not the marrying kind—I’m just not! I’ve got to get her to see that.” He hunched forward. “But I don’t want to upset her, either.”

“I thought—assumed that you and Dovie had, you know, an understanding,” Grady whispered.

“We do,” Frank said. “But every once in a while she reminds me of that stupid promise and I find an excuse to delay it, and she’s satisfied for another few months. Then we attend a wedding or one of her friends has an anniversary, and she brings the subject up again. You’d think after this length of time, she’d figure we’ve got a pretty good arrangement. You’d think she’d be willing to leave well enough alone.” He gave a long-suffering sigh. “I’m crazy about Dovie, but marriage isn’t for me.”

Grady began to speak, but Frank cut him off. “Weddings are dangerous things, boys. Dovie took one whiff of those orange blossoms, and next thing I knew she had that look.”

“Why does she want to get married?” Cal asked, voicing Grady’s own thoughts. If she’d been content for ten years without a ring on her finger, she obviously wasn’t as keen on marriage as she let on.

“Dovie says a ten-year courtship is long enough. Either I follow through or this is it.” Frank shook his head sadly. “I should never have said anything to her about marriage,” he muttered, “but I couldn’t help myself. I thought I’d lose her if I didn’t propose, so I…sort of…did. At the time I actually believed we could make a go of it. Now I know marriage just wouldn’t work. Not for me, anyway.”

“Give her time to accept reality,” Grady suggested.

Frank shook his head in despair. “You don’t know Dovie like I do.”

“You’re sure you don’t want to marry her?” The question came from Cal. Cal’s mother and Dovie were good friends.

“It isn’t that at all,” Frank said. “I don’t want to get married, period. It has nothing to do with Dovie. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“But you told her you would.”

“I know,” Frank admitted. “The thing is, most of the time she’s as happy with our arrangement as I am. We live separate lives. She has her shop and her interests, and I have mine, and we both like it that way. We see each other just about every day and, hell, she knows how I feel about her.”

“But you won’t marry her, no matter what?”

“I told you, marriage and I aren’t compatible.” Frank looked at them mournfully. “I like my life just the way it is.” The sheriff slowly exhaled. “The two of you understand, don’t you, seeing that neither one of you is married, either?”

Cal glanced quickly at Grady, eyebrows raised. “This isn’t a good time to be asking Grady that,” he said.

“What?” Frank said with a moan. “You aren’t thinking about getting married, are you?”

“As a matter of fact, I am.”

Frank swore under his breath. “Caroline, isn’t it?”

Grady nodded, not hiding his grin.

“She’s a fine woman, but damn it all, this is going to send Dovie into wedding overdrive.”

“I haven’t asked Caroline yet,” Grady said.

“Thank God, because once Dovie learns you two got engaged, I won’t hear the end of it.”

“I can’t guarantee Caroline’s answer.”

“Do you honestly think she’ll refuse?” Frank asked in a way that said he knew the answer. “It’s fairly obvious how you feel about each other.”

“Naturally I’m hoping….”

“Why borrow trouble?” Cal asked. “Of course she’ll say yes. Why shouldn’t she?”

* * *

TEN YEARS, DOVIE MUSED DARKLY. She’d wasted ten years of her life on that ungrateful lawman. Arms folded, she paced her living room, back and forth, back and forth, trying to walk off her anger.

It wasn’t working.

By the time they left Ellie and Glen’s wedding reception, Dovie was barely speaking to Frank. He didn’t have a lot to say, either—which was just as well. He’d proposed to her shortly after they’d met, and all these years she’d waited. All these years she’d believed in him and hoped and loved him.

Well, she’d better smarten up and accept the truth. Frank never intended to marry her and, really, why should he? He enjoyed all the delights of married life with none of the responsibilities. Twice a week he spent the night, and in the morning she made him breakfast and handed him his clean laundry and sent him on his way with a kiss.

No more.

There’d been only one other man in Dovie’s life, and that was her husband. But Marvin had been dead thirteen years now. And for ten of those years she’d pined after a lawman who claimed to love her, but apparently not enough to marry her.

A light knock sounded on her back door. It had to be Frank Hennessey—the only person in the entire world who came to her in the dark of night. And Dovie knew why he’d come. Well, he could forget it. She had a thing or two to say to him.

She marched through the house and threw open the door, startling Frank.

“If you’re here for the reason I think you are, then you can turn around and go right back home.” She pointed in the direction of his parked car.

He blinked. “Dovie, sweetheart, you don’t mean that.” He removed his hat and wore the anguished look of a misunderstood and badly maligned male.

“I certainly do mean it, Franklin Hennessey.” She would have slammed the door on him, but he’d stuck his foot in.

“We have a good life just the way it is,” he said enticingly.

“If I’m so happy about our lives, then why do I feel this ache in my heart? Why can’t I sit through a wedding without dissolving in tears? I want you to marry me, Frank.”

The pained expression returned. “Oh, Dovie, I can’t do that.”

“Can’t or won’t, Frank?”

He didn’t answer and she knew why.

“I love you, Dovie.” The words were a low purr.

“You say you love me, but you won’t do anything to prove it,” she spit, folding her arms and refusing to look at him.

“I can’t tell you how sorry I am. I always thought…I believed one day I’d be able to…to take the plunge. But I realize now that marriage would never work for someone like me.”

“Then we’re at an impasse. I guess the reality is that you won’t marry me. Not now and not ever.”

“But it’s not because I don’t love you!”

“So either I accept you the way you are or—”

“Our arrangement has worked so far, hasn’t it, my love?” he asked, his eyes pleading.

“Or I break off this dead-end relationship,” she continued, ignoring his words.

Frank went pale. “Oh, Dovie, you wouldn’t do that.”

Dovie drew a deep breath and the anger vanished. A peace of sorts came over her, a calmness. “I have to, Frank—for my own self-respect, if nothing else.”

He stared at her as though he didn’t understand.

It hurt to say the words, but either she did this or she’d never be able to face herself in the mirror again. Squaring her shoulders, she smiled sadly and said, “It’d be best if we didn’t see each other anymore.”

The sheriff’s mouth dropped open. “Dovie, please! Be reasonable about this.”

“It’s over, Frank.” She straightened and looked him straight in the eye.

“Okay,” he agreed, unmistakable regret in his voice. “If that’s the way you want it.”

Dovie’s hand gripped the door handle. “Goodbye, Frank,” she said.

“Good night, Dovie.” As though in a daze, he turned and left.

Tears clouded her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She’d loved Frank for ten years, and it would be a major adjustment to untangle her life from his, but she’d do it and be a stronger woman for it.

A loud knock on the windowpane of her back door made her jump. Dovie answered it to find a bewildered-looking Frank standing on the other side.

“I just want to be sure we understand each other,” he said, holding his hat in both hands. “Are you saying you don’t want me stopping by on Wednesday and Saturday nights anymore?”

She rolled her eyes. “That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“I see.” He seemed to ponder her words for a moment. “What about dinners on Sunday?”

“I think we should put an end to that, as well.”

“Afternoon tea at your shop?”

“You can find some other woman to spend your afternoon break with,” she suggested, even though the thought of him seeing anyone else nearly destroyed her.

“There isn’t another woman in the world I’d rather be with than you.”

A slow smile eased up the corners of her mouth. “Then the answer is simple. Marry me the way you promised.”

Frank ground his teeth. “I can’t, Dovie. I wish to hell I could, but it’s impossible. I just can’t do it.”

“There are certain things I can’t do, either, Frank.” She softly closed the door.

* * *

CAROLINE KNEW THIS DINNER was different the minute Grady phoned to invite her. He was formal and polite—as if he was planning something other than a casual evening out.

“He’s going to ask you,” Savannah insisted. “I’m sure of it.” It’d been a week since Ellie and Glen’s wedding, and the topic of love and marriage hadn’t strayed far from her best friend’s mind.

“Have you thought about how you’ll respond when he does?”

Caroline had thought of little else for an entire week. Not her response, should he bring up the question of marriage, but his response once she told him the truth about Maggie. The conversation lay before her like a stretch of deep treacherous water. They’d need to get through that before she’d be able to consider her reply.

She figured he’d introduce the matter of marriage over dinner. Everything pointed to that. Rumor had it that he’d been seen in the jewelry store earlier in the week. In fact, he’d made a number of trips into town.

He’d stopped by the post office three times, which was highly unusual. If she saw him in town even once a week that was a surprise; three times was almost unheard of.

Maggie was spending the night at Dovie’s, so Caroline had the luxury of a free afternoon in which to indulge herself without the constant interruptions of a six-year-old. She soaked in a perfume-scented tub, painted her toenails and curled her hair with a hot iron, all the while praying everything would go smoothly.

This was supposed to be the night of her dreams. But by the time Grady arrived to pick her up, she was a nervous wreck. The hours of anticipating his reaction had left her tense and jittery. Not knowing how he’d feel, what he’d say, was almost more than she could take.

The doorbell rang precisely at six, reminding her that even in small things, Grady Weston was reliable, a man who kept his word. His eyes widened with appreciation when he saw her, and she realized every minute she’d spent in front of the mirror had been worth it.

“I didn’t think it was possible for you to look more beautiful than you did at Ellie’s wedding,” he said with the sincerity of a man not accustomed to giving compliments.

“Thank you.” She twirled around to give him a full view of her new dress. “Do you like it?”

“Oh-h-h, yes. Where’s Maggie?” he asked, glancing around.

“With Dovie. She’s spending the night.”

He handed her a bottle of wine as if he’d suddenly remembered it was in his hands.

“Shall I open it now?” she asked.

“Sure. If you want.”

He followed her into the kitchen, and as she searched for a corkscrew, she saw him pacing the room, his lips moving.

“Grady?”

His head shot up and he looked startled.

“Did you say something?”

He shook his head in quick denial.

She found the corkscrew and gave it to him. While he wrestled with the cork, Caroline took out two wineglasses.

“This isn’t going to work,” he announced and set the bottle down on the countertop, the cork half-out.

“That’s the only corkscrew I have,” she said.

“I’m not talking about the wine.” He pulled out a kitchen chair and with both hands on her shoulders urged her to sit. Then he finished opening the wine, a white zinfandel, and poured them each a glass.

He drank down the first one in three gulps; after that, he immediately refilled his glass.

“If your parents were alive, I’d talk to them…but it’s just you and me. So—I’ll say what I have to say.”

“What you have to say?” she repeated, her eyebrows arched. Despite her own anxiety, she couldn’t help enjoying his discomfort. Just a little.

He pointed his finger at her as he struggled with the words. “I have to do this now. If I wait any longer, I’ll say or do something stupid, and the entire evening will be ruined.” His eyes were warm, openly revealing his love. “And that isn’t what I want.”

“What do you want, Grady?” she asked in a soft voice.

He reached for his wine and took a deep swallow.

“Wine is usually sipped,” she murmured.

“I know,” he said, “but I need the fortification.”

Caroline’s heart swelled with emotion. “Oh, Grady, I love you so much.”

He stared at her for a long wonder-filled moment. “I love you, too.” He smiled then, sweetly. “I practiced this proposal a dozen times on the drive into town, and now I find myself completely at a loss. I don’t know where the hell to start.”

“The fact that you love me is a good opening.”

“But I have to tell you so much more.”

“Love is only the beginning…” This was where she needed to explain the past, but she couldn’t. Not now, in the most wonderfully romantic moment of her life. Not when the man she loved with all her heart was about to ask her to share his life.

“I’m free to love you,” he said.

“Free?” she repeated, not understanding.

“Richard’s gone.”

She frowned and felt a sudden chill race down her bare arms. “What does Richard have to do with this?”

“Everything.” She could feel the anger coming from him. She swallowed, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Richard has been a thorn in my side for six long years. He’s my brother, and for that reason alone, a part of me will always love him. But I refuse to allow him to dictate my life a minute longer than he already has.”

“What…what do you mean?”

“I’m finished dealing with the problems my brother created. I refuse to pick up any more of the pieces, or accept any further responsibility for the disasters he’s left in his wake. I’m not paying another debt of his. Every minute of the last six years has been spent struggling to regain ground Richard stole from me. I resent every one of those wasted minutes, and I refuse to deal with his mistakes anymore.”

Caroline wasn’t sure how she could remain upright in her chair, why she didn’t pitch to the ground.

The harshness left Grady’s eyes as he looked at her. “As I said, I’m no longer tied to Richard or his troubles, so I can tell you how much I love you. Maggie, too.” The anger dissipated and his features softened with love. “I’m free to ask you to share my life, Caroline, if you’ll have me.”

He hesitated, and when she didn’t immediately respond, he said gently, “I’m asking you to marry me.”

The choking in her throat made it impossible to respond.

“Is the decision that difficult?” He sounded a little hurt.

“No…”

“I did it all wrong, didn’t I?” he muttered. He thrust a hand into his coat pocket and produced a velvet ring case. “Give me another chance to do this the way you deserve.”

“Grady—”

“No, don’t say anything. Not yet.” Then he opened the small velvet box. “It took me thirty-six years to find the woman I want to be with for the rest of my life, and that woman is you, Caroline Daniels.”

She pressed both hands over her mouth, her eyes filled with tears.

“Would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She tried to speak and found that she couldn’t.

“Just nod,” he suggested.

“I can’t,” she finally managed, her voice cracking.

“Can’t nod?”

“I can’t marry you…” She stood up, then walked to the sink and stared out the window. This was the most difficult thing she’d ever done, outside of burying her mother. Only now she felt as if it was her heart she was laying to rest. Her heart. And her future.

“You’re saying no?” He was clearly shocked.

“I can’t because…” She stopped, unable to continue.

“You can’t marry me?”

“No.”

“Is that your final answer?”

She dared not turn around and look at him. “That’s my final answer,” she said in a monotone.

She heard him retreat, his heavy steps taking him as far as the living room. Without warning, he rushed back into the kitchen.

“Just one damn minute,” he shouted. “I don’t accept that. You just finished telling me how much you love me!”

She couldn’t deny it and so she said nothing.

“If you’re going to reject my proposal, then at least have the decency to look me in the eye when you do it.”

Slowly, her heart breaking, she turned toward him.

“Tell me to my face that you don’t want to marry me,” he demanded.

Her chin came up. “I won’t marry you.”

Grady’s jaw was clenched. “Why not?” The two words were like knives.

“Because if you married me…” she began, gazing straight ahead. She couldn’t go on.

“I’m not good enough for you, is that it?”

“No!” This was said with all the conviction of her soul.

“Then say it,” he yelled. “Just say it.”

“Because if you married me,” she started again, “you’d be left to deal with yet another one of Richard’s mistakes.”

He frowned darkly. Then he understood, and a look of horrified disbelief came over him. “Are you saying that Richard is Maggie’s father?”

Caroline hung her head and nodded.