Heart of Texas Volume One Page 3

  In the morning, as soon as he finished dealing with his truck, he planned to be in that rose garden working his fool head off. It wasn’t wrangling, wasn’t what he knew best, but if he treated the roses with the same respect and appreciation he did a good quarter horse, then he’d do fine.

  “Cowboy, you got everything you need?” A froggy male voice cut into Laredo’s musings, startling him. He swiveled around to find an older man standing just inside the large bunkhouse. Two rows of beds lined the floor—like an army barracks; at the other end was a door leading to the foreman’s private room.

  “Wiley Rogers,” the foreman said.

  “Laredo Smith. And yes, thanks, I’m fine for now. I have some stuff in my truck—clothes and such—but I can get those in the morning.” He stood and moved toward the man. They exchanged brusque handshakes.

  Rogers had to be sixty if he was a day, with legs bowed from too many years in the saddle. “Hear you’re workin’ for Savannah,” he said with a friendly smile.

  Laredo nodded.

  The foreman chuckled and rubbed his unshaven jaw, eyeing Laredo carefully. Whatever his opinion, he was keeping it to himself. “If that don’t beat all,” he muttered, still grinning. “Never thought I’d see the day…”

  “Beg your pardon?”

  “It’s nothing,” Wiley said. After a moment’s reflection he revised his statement. “Actually it is something, but you wouldn’t understand. Nice meetin’ you, Laredo. You need anything else, just give me a holler.”

  “Thanks, I will.” He sat back down on the bed as Wiley retired to his room and closed the door.

  Once the lights were out, Laredo lay on his back and stared up at the ceiling, waiting for sleep to claim him. He should’ve been dead to the world by now. He was exhausted. And for the first time in days the pain in his side had dulled. His belly was full and he had employment, of sorts. He didn’t know how long Savannah would find enough tasks to keep him busy, but he didn’t imagine this job would last more than a week or two.

  As soon as he found out what was wrong with the truck and had it repaired, he’d hit the road. In hindsight, Earl Chesterton had done him a favor by firing him. Although it sure as hell dented his ego to lose that job, especially under those circumstances. His jaw tightened every time he thought about being accused of theft.

  But he was determined to look at this as a blessing in disguise—what his grandmother would have called it. Finding himself unexpectedly jobless was just the incentive he needed to head back to Oklahoma and pursue his dream of breeding and selling quarter horses. After talking about it for years, he was actually going to do it. With the bitterness of being fired from the Triple C Ranch came the sweetness of this chance to live his dream. Even knowing it would mean years of sacrifice, the thought of being his own boss and living on his own land excited Laredo.

  Intent on sleeping, he closed his eyes and tried to empty his mind. To his surprise a vivid image of Savannah appeared, clear as anything. He studied her a long while, this warm gentle woman who’d come so fortuitously into his life. She was a comfortable person, and she possessed a kind heart. He liked Savannah Weston, but then it was impossible not to like her. In fact—even more than that—he found himself attracted to her. Strongly attracted.

  It was years since a woman had captivated him the way Savannah had. She wasn’t like other women he’d known, He’d never felt relaxed or easy around the opposite sex, but Savannah brought out his every protective instinct. She was shy but genuine, and he liked that. He liked that a lot. Pretty, too, without being flashy. He sensed that despite her quiet unassuming manner she had courage and strength. She reminded him a bit of the frontier women he’d read about who’d helped tame the territory of Texas. Especially with those long dresses she wore.

  Her brother, on the other hand, was another matter. Hard-headed, stubborn, suspicious. Laredo had taken exception to the way Grady spoke to his sister, but it wasn’t his place to get involved in their family affairs.

  No, sir.

  He’d work here while there was work to be had, get his truck back in good running order, then head for Oklahoma as soon as he could arrange it.

  That would be the best thing for everyone. For the Westons and for him.

  AS SHE’D PLANNED DAYS BEFORE, Savannah drove into town the next morning. Her errand list seemed endless. Hardware store, library, the grocery. Finally she was hurrying toward the post office. Her last stop. She realized that the urgency to get back to the ranch had more to do with seeing Laredo again than with any task that waited for her. Anyone would think you were a schoolgirl! But she couldn’t help the way her heart reacted to the man.

  The dinner she planned for that night was Grady’s favorite— chicken-fried steak, cream gravy and fresh green beans. A peace offering. He’d barely had a word for her all morning, but then he wasn’t communicative at the best of times. Still, there was no mistaking his anger. She’d felt his gaze following her in the kitchen this morning as she’d moved about, preparing breakfast. They’d carefully avoided each other’s eyes. Savannah seldom defied her brother, but Grady had left her no option.

  Because she’d stood her ground, Laredo was staying. For some reason that made her happier than anything had in years.

  Savannah purposely saved the post office until last, hoping Caroline Daniels, the postmistress, would have time to chat. Dovie Boyd, who owned the antique store and the Victorian Tea Room, was just leaving when Savannah pulled into the parking lot. They exchanged cheerful waves.

  The interior of the post office was blessedly cool, and Savannah glanced toward the front counter, relieved to see no other patrons. Deciding to pick up her mail first, she found her post-box key and inserted it into the lock. The metal door swung open to reveal Caroline’s nose and brown eyes.

  “Is it true?” the postmistress demanded.

  “True?” Savannah blinked back her surprise at discovering Caroline’s face thrust at her through the small opening.

  “I thought I was your best friend.”

  “You are,” Savannah said.

  “Then one would think you’d have told me about a handsome stranger working at the Yellow Rose.”

  Savannah felt color explode in her face. Apparently word of her hiring Laredo had already spread through town. In less than twenty-four hours, too! How, she didn’t know—didn’t even want to know. This was the problem with living in a small town. Nothing was private. Unnerved, she closed the small door and twisted the key, locking it.

  “Savannah!” came Caroline’s muffled voice.

  Reluctantly Savannah unlocked the box and opened the door. “Who told you?” She withdrew the few envelopes from the box and thrust them into her bag.

  “Ellie Frasier, and she said he’s cute, too.”

  “Ellie met him?” Savannah asked. Ellie was the daughter of John Frasier, owner of the feed store. She was young and pretty, and she had a lively fun-loving personality. More than once Savannah had hoped Grady would notice her, seeing as he made weekly trips to Frasier’s for grain and such. Savannah had hinted a couple of times that he needn’t rush home—that maybe he could invite Ellie out for coffee or a cold beer. Her suggestions had met with a glare and a low growl that said he didn’t take kindly to her matchmaking efforts.

  “So, is he as cute as Ellie says?”

  Savannah’s blush deepened and she raised her hand to her face. “I…I wouldn’t know.”

  Caroline’s chuckle was full of disbelief. “Okay, if you won’t answer that, then tell me his name.”

  No harm there. “Laredo Smith.”

  “So you were able to talk Grady into hiring another hand. Where’d he happen to meet Laredo.”

  This was where the story got difficult. “Grady didn’t exactly…hire Laredo.”

  The brown eyes staring at her from the back of her mailbox darkened perceptibly. “What do you mean?”

  Savannah sighed. She might as well explain it once and for all and be done with it. “Lare
do isn’t working for Grady. I’m the one who hired him.”

  “You?” Those same eyes narrowed. “Meet me up front.”

  While Savannah had hoped to discuss the events of the day before with Caroline, she’d wanted to bring up the subject of Laredo in her own time. She certainly hadn’t expected an inquisition, especially this soon. But lately Caroline had been encouraging her to get out more, mingle. Savannah decided to accept her friend’s advice the day Caroline took it herself.

  “You’ve got that look again,” Caroline teased when Savannah approached the counter.

  “What look?”

  “The one that says you’re…you know, perturbed.”

  “Well, I am.” As far as Savannah was concerned she had every right to feel perturbed, annoyed and downright peeved. The entire town was discussing her life, or soon would be, particularly when it became common knowledge that Laredo Smith worked for her and not Grady. She absolutely deplored gossip and refused to partake in it. She’d never pry into anyone’s personal business. Why, she’d been Caroline’s best friend for ages, and not once had she asked who’d fathered five-year-old Maggie. If Caroline felt inclined to tell her, then she would, but Savannah would rather die than ask.

  “Get over it, Savannah. It isn’t every day a handsome stranger wanders into town.”

  “Laredo didn’t exactly wander into Promise.” She supposed she’d have to tell Caroline the truth. That’d be preferable to having her hear wild rumors later on.

  “I know. His truck broke down. It’s the transmission, and with parts and labor it’ll be close to fifteen hundred dollars. Plus it’s going to take at least ten days for the parts to come in.”

  Good grief, Caroline knew more about Laredo than she did! “Who told you all that?” Silly question when the answer was obvious. Wiley had mentioned that he was going to help Laredo tow his truck into Powell’s Garage that morning. Paul Powell’s wife, Louise, did the paperwork and was a known talker. Apparently she’d been at the garage when Wiley and Laredo arrived. To complicate matters, Wiley tended to have a loose tongue himself. Savannah had the sudden urge to sit down with an entire pitcher of iced tea, only she had the feeling that all the iced tea in the world wasn’t going to make anything better.

  Caroline watched her closely. In a gentler tone of voice she asked, “You hired him yourself?”

  “Yes. I’ve been looking for someone to help me with the garden and—and now that I’m starting to get more orders for my roses, well, it makes sense to hire some help.” She could have managed very well on her own, though, and Caroline knew it.

  “You like him, don’t you, Savannah?”

  “Of course I like Laredo. He’s kind and thoughtful and…” She couldn’t continue. “Grady was just awful! Oh, Caroline, I was mortified.” She brought one hand to her mouth, remembering the confrontation between the two men after dinner.

  “Grady? What else is new?”

  “I offered Laredo a job. I shouldn’t have done it without talking to Grady first, but he needed the work and you know how I’ve been after Grady to hire an extra hand.”

  “So you hired him, and Grady didn’t appreciate your…help.”

  Savannah looked away. “That’s putting it mildly. He insisted he didn’t need anyone else and offered to drive Laredo into town that very minute. He made it sound as if he wanted him off our property, the sooner the better. I didn’t know Grady could be that rude! I was embarrassed, and angry, so I…I stepped in and claimed I’d hired Laredo to work for me.”

  Caroline’s eyes sparked with approval. “I’ll bet Grady just hit the roof.”

  “Put it this way—he wasn’t pleased.”

  Nibbling on her lower lip, Caroline crossed her arms and leaned against the counter. “So, tell me, how’d you meet your new employee?”

  The questions weren’t getting any easier. “I saw him walking down the road,” Savannah admitted wryly, “and I…I stopped and offered him a lift.”

  Caroline’s eyes widened at this, but she didn’t comment. Savannah continued. “He asked about work in the area, and before I could stop myself, I said there was a job on the Yellow Rose.”

  “Which is why Grady took an immediate dislike to him,” Caroline muttered.

  She knew Grady almost as well as Savannah did. “That’s right. He acted like a jerk for no reason other than the fact that I was the one to hire him. Oh, Caroline, I don’t think I’ve ever been more furious with my brother.”

  “So what happened next?”

  A sense of pride and satisfaction came to her rescue, and Savannah started to giggle. “If only you could’ve seen Grady’s face when I told him Laredo was working for me. I thought he was going to explode.” To give him some credit, Grady had kept his mouth shut. Instead, he’d stormed out of the house like a two-year-old, leaving Savannah and Laredo standing there in awkward silence.

  Caroline burst out laughing. “I can see it all now! Oh, Savannah, I’m so proud of you.”

  “Really?”

  “Really. It’s about time someone put Grady Weston in his place. Don’t get me wrong, I think the world of him, but he’s become such a curmudgeon in the past few years. He takes everything so seriously. I can’t remember the last time I heard him laugh.”

  Savannah’s heart went out to her brother. What Caroline said was true, but it was only because Grady carried such a heavy load of responsibilities. In only a few years he’d taken the ranch from the edge of bankruptcy and made it viable again. Finances remained tight, but they were no longer in danger of losing the land that had been in their family for generations. Savannah reminded herself of this every time Grady’s behavior distressed her. And it had never distressed her more than last night. His opinion of Laredo—and by extension, her—was so scathing. She knew very well that he considered her “a damned fool”—his favorite epithet—for trusting a stranger.

  She lowered her eyes, not wanting Caroline to read her face. “Am I a fool, Caroline?”

  “You? You’re joking, right?”

  “No, please, I need to know. I…I’m attracted to Laredo. I’ve never felt this way about a man. He’s not like anyone else. He listens to me, and even though we’ve barely met, he…he understands me better than my own brother does. We spent an entire hour in my garden last night, and he let me tell him about my roses. His grandmother had old roses and he was genuinely interested in what I’m doing.”

  Caroline’s features softened.

  “And he’s honest. He told me he’d been fired from his last job and why. He didn’t have to do that, but he did and I respect him for it.” It sounded foolish now, as if everything her brother had said was true.

  “What does your heart tell you?” Caroline asked.

  Savannah wavered. When she was with Laredo, there was no doubt how she felt, but in the light of cold reality, she was forced to wonder if she really was as gullible and naive as Grady thought. “I’m not sure anymore.”

  “Why is it so important that you have all the answers right this moment?”

  “I don’t know, it’s just that—”

  Caroline laughed. “Be more patient, Savannah. Life has a way of working things out. And for heaven’s sake, quit being so hard on yourself! It isn’t a sin to be attracted to a man. Why shouldn’t you be?”

  “But…oh, Caroline it’s been so long since anyone made me feel this way.”

  “Then I like him already.”

  “You do?”

  “How could I not? He’s brought color to your cheeks.”

  Embarrassed, Savannah raised both her hands to her face.

  “He’s made your heart smile.”

  What a nice way of putting it. That was exactly how she felt.

  “And I’ve never seen you look happier.”

  She was happy, Savannah realized. Deliriously so, simply because a kindhearted man had walked in the garden with her and listened as she told him stories about old roses. He’d more than listened; he’d been interested, asking quest
ions, touching her roses with a gentle hand. Savannah had hardly slept the entire night, thinking about their time together.

  “I’m too old,” she blurted. Of her entire high-school graduating class, she was the only one still unmarried. Two were already on their second marriages, Savannah hadn’t even managed to fall in love.

  “Nonsense! Too old?” Caroline countered. “That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said.”

  “Ellie’s right—Laredo is handsome. Why would he be interested in someone like me?”

  “Because you’re beautiful, Savannah, inside and out. He’d be a fool not to recognize that. Now stop worrying and just be yourself.”

  Savannah felt only slightly reassured. Her biggest fear was that she’d made more of this attraction than there was. She’d barely known Laredo twenty-four hours, and yet it felt as if she’d known him all her life. She was afraid this might be some unrealistic fantasy. It didn’t seem possible that he could share her feelings.

  “Can you still watch Maggie on Monday night?” Caroline asked hopefully, interrupting Savannah’s relentless worries.

  “Of course,” Savannah told her. She enjoyed having the five-year-old over while Caroline did volunteer work as a math tutor. Grady intimidated the little girl, but Maggie was slowly warming to him, and although Grady wasn’t admitting it, he’d come to enjoy Maggie’s visits, as well.

  “When I drop her off, I can meet your Laredo for myself.”

  Your Laredo. Savannah blushed and smiled. “He might not be there.”

  “Then I’m going to plant myself in the living room until he shows up. I’m dying to meet this marvel who’s made my very dearest friend finally—finally—fall for a man.”

  “I was thinking of asking him to come to church with me on Sunday,” Savannah said. Actually the idea had just occurred to her, and she looked to Caroline for confirmation of its worth.

  “Great! I can meet him then. And so can everyone else.”

  Everyone else. Savannah’s heart fell. Tongue were sure to wag if she showed up at Sunday Services with a man on her arm. Well, let them, she decided suddenly. She’d speak to him about church this very afternoon.