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“If you don’t like the way I talk, Mr. Rodeo Star, then stay away from me.”

  “It’ll be my pleasure.”

  Suddenly, Lonny couldn’t seem to get out of the parking lot fast enough. He gripped the steering wheel as if he was driving in the Indy 500.

  “Lonny,” Letty ordered, “slow down.”

  When he reached the end of the street, he drove off as if the very fires of hell were licking at his heels.

  “Lonny!” Letty cried a second time. If he continued to drive in this manner, she’d walk home. “You’re driving like a maniac. Stop the truck this minute!”

  “Didn’t I tell you that woman’s a living, breathing menace?” he snapped, but he reduced his speed. To his credit, he looked surprised by how fast he’d been traveling. “I swear she drives me over the edge.”

  “Then do as she says and stay away from her,” Letty advised, shaking her head in wonder. But she doubted he would.

  He ignored her comment. “Did you see the way she laid into me?”

  “Lonny, you provoked her.”

  “Then you didn’t see things the way they happened,” he muttered, shooting Letty a look of indignation. “I was only trying to be friendly.”

  Her brother was as unreasonable as he’d claimed Joy was. “I like Joy and I think you were rude to her this morning,” Letty returned primly.

  “When?”

  “Oh, honestly! The only reason you came to church was to intimidate her into making a mistake while she was playing the organ. When you succeeded, I thought you were going to stand up and cheer.”

  Lonny cast her a frown that said Letty should consider counseling. “You’re totally wrong, little sister.”

  Letty rolled her eyes. “Have you figured out why you feel so strongly?”

  “Because she needs to be put in her place, that’s why!”

  “And you think you’re the one to do it?”

  “Damn right! I’m not about to let any woman get away with the things she said to me.”

  “Calling this truck an antique or—” she grinned “—a rattletrap…well, they don’t exactly sound like fighting words to me.”

  Lonny turned into the long dusty drive leading to the house. “You women really stick together, don’t you?” he asked bitterly. “No matter how stupid you act.”

  “Stupid?”

  He pulled the truck into his usual spot. “Yeah. Like the fact that Joy Fuller doesn’t know how to drive and then blames me. And what about you? You’re the perfect example, taking off on some fool dream. Chase should never have let you go.”

  “It wasn’t up to Chase to stop me or not. He couldn’t have, anyway—no one could. I wasn’t going to end up like Mom, stuck out here in no-man’s-land, working so hard…Why, she was little more than a slave.”

  Lonny’s eyes widened as he turned to her. “That’s the way you see Mom?”

  “You mean you don’t?” How could her brother be so blind? Their mother had worked herself into an early grave, sacrificing her talent and her dreams for a few head of cattle and an unforgiving land.

  “Of course I don’t! Mom had a good life here. She loved the ranch and everything about it.”

  “You’re so oblivious you can’t see the truth, can you? Mom hated it here, only she wasn’t honest enough to admit it, not even to herself.”

  “And you hate it, too?” he asked, his voice dangerously quiet.

  “I did.”

  Lonny climbed out of the pickup and slammed the door. “No one asked you to come back, Letty. You could turn around and go straight back to California.” With that he stormed into the house.

  Fueled by her anger, Letty stayed in the truck, tears streaming down her face. She and Lonny had both been furious and the conversation had quickly gotten out of control. She should never have said the things she did. And Lonny shouldn’t have, either. Now wasn’t the time to deal with the past.

  “Mommy?” Cricket leaned against her mother, obviously confused and a little frightened. “Why was Uncle Lonny shouting at you?”

  “He was angry, honey.”

  “You were shouting at him, too.”

  “I know.” She climbed out of the cab and helped Cricket clamber down. They walked into the house, and Lonny glared at her. She glared right back, surprised by how heated her response to him remained. In an effort to avoid continuing their argument, Letty went upstairs and changed her clothes. She settled Cricket with her activity book and crayons, then went outside and grabbed the hoe. Venting her frustration in the garden was bound to help. Once they’d both cooled down, they could discuss the matter rationally.

  Lonny left soon afterward, barreling down the driveway as if he couldn’t get away from her fast enough.

  She was happy to see him go.

  Chase felt as though his world had been knocked off its axis and he was struggling with some unknown force to right it again.

  Letty was to blame for this. A part of him yearned to take Letty in his arms, love her, care for her and make up to her for the pain and disappointment she’d suffered. Yet something powerful within him wouldn’t allow him to do it. He found himself saying and doing things he’d never intended.

  Telling her he preferred not to sit beside her daughter in church was a prime example. The only reason he even attended was to be close to Letty. He rarely listened to the sermons. Instead, he sat and pretended Letty was the one sitting next to him. He thought about what it would be like to hear her lovely voice again as she sang. He imagined how it would feel to hold her hand while the pastor spoke.

  Cricket had provided him with the perfect excuse to do those things. His pride wouldn’t have suffered, and he’d be doing something to appease the kid. No one needed to know that being with Letty was what he’d wanted all along.

  Yet he’d rejected the child’s request flat out. And he’d been equally unwilling to talk to Letty last night. Chase didn’t know how to explain his own actions. He was behaving like an idiot.

  On second thought, his actions made perfect sense. He was protecting himself, and with good reason. He figured that if Letty really planned to make a life for herself in Red Springs, she’d be doing something about finding a decent job and settling down. She hadn’t done that. Every piece of evidence pointed in the direction of her leaving again. She behaved as if this was an extended vacation and once she’d rested, she’d be on her way. Other than the garden she’d planted, he couldn’t see any sign of permanence.

  Chase couldn’t allow his emotions to get involved with Letty a second time. He hadn’t fully healed from the first. It wasn’t that simple, however. He loved her, and frankly, he doubted he’d ever stop.

  Rubbing his face, Chase drew in a deep, shuddering breath. He hadn’t meant to touch her the night before, but her outrage, her eyes shooting sparks, had reminded him of the old Letty. The Letty who’d been naive, perhaps, but confident and self-assured, certain of her own opinions. He’d forgotten that he’d promised himself he’d never touch her again. One kiss and he’d been lost….

  Even now, hours later, the memory of the way she’d melted in his embrace had the power to arouse him. He pushed it out of his mind. The best thing to do was forget it ever happened.

  He went outside and got into the truck, deciding he’d go into town and do some shopping. Perhaps keeping busy would ease the ache in his heart.

  Still confused, Chase wondered if he’d feel differently if Letty had made more of an effort to acknowledge their kisses. Cricket had come running up to him after the church service and Letty wouldn’t even meet his eye. Obviously the memory of their encounter embarrassed her.

  That pleased him.

  And it infuriated him.

  If Letty was disconcerted by their kissing, it said she didn’t often let men touch her like that—which made him glad. The thought of another man making love to her was enough to produce a fireball of resentment in the pit of his stomach.

  But her actions that morning also infuriated him, because she so obv
iously regretted what they’d done. While he’d spent the night dreaming of holding her and kissing her, she’d apparently been filled with remorse. Maybe she thought he wasn’t good enough for her.

  Telephone poles whizzed past him as he considered that bleak possibility.

  A flash of red caught his attention. He looked again. It was Cricket, standing alone at the end of the Bar E driveway, crying. She was wearing the same dress she’d worn at church.

  Chase stepped on his brakes and quickly backed up. When he reached the little girl, she looked up and immediately started running to him.

  “Chase…oh, Mr. Chase!”

  “Cricket,” he said sternly, climbing out of the truck, angry with Letty for being so irresponsible. “What are you doing here? Where’s your mother?”

  Sobbing, the little girl ran and hugged his waist. “Uncle Lonny and Mommy shouted at each other. Then Uncle Lonny left and Mommy went outside. Now she’s sleeping in the garden and I can’t wake her up.”

  Six

  L etty sat on the porch steps, rubbing her eyes. Her knees felt weak and her eyes stubbornly refused to focus. It had been through sheer force of will that she’d made it from the garden to the back steps. She trembled with fear and alarm. Although she’d called for Cricket, the little girl was nowhere in the house or garden. Letty had to find her daughter despite the waves of nausea and weakness.

  The last thing Letty remembered clearly was standing in the garden, shoveling for all she was worth, weeding because she was furious with Lonny and equally upset with herself for being drawn into such a pointless argument.

  “Cricket,” Letty called out again, shocked by how unsteady her voice sounded. Her daughter had been standing beside her only a few minutes before. Now she was gone.

  The roar of an approaching truck was nearly deafening. Letty didn’t have the strength to get up, so she sat there and waited. Whoever it was would have to come to her.

  “Letty?”

  “Mommy! Mommy!”

  Chase leaped out of the pickup and quickly covered the space that separated them. Cricket was directly behind him, her face wet and streaked with tears.

  Confused, Letty glanced up at them. She had no idea how Cricket had come to be with Chase. Even more surprising was the way he looked, as though he was ill himself. His face was gray, set and determined, but she couldn’t understand why.

  “What happened?” Chase demanded.

  For a long moment her mind refused to function. “I…I think I fainted.”

  “Fainted?”

  “I must have.” She wiped her forehead, forcing a smile. By sheer resolve, she started to stand, but before she was fully on her feet, Chase had scooped her up in his arms.

  “Chase,” she protested. “Put me down…I’m perfectly all right.”

  “Like hell you are.”

  He seemed furious, as if she’d purposely fainted in a ploy to gain his sympathy. That added to her frustration and she tried to get free. Her efforts, however, were futile; Chase merely tightened his grip.

  Cricket ran ahead of him and opened the back door. “Is Mommy sick?”

  “Yes,” Chase answered, his mouth a white line of impatience. He didn’t so much as look at Letty as he strode through the house.

  “I’m fine, sweetheart,” Letty countered, trying to reassure her daughter, who ran beside Chase, intently studying her mother. Cricket looked so worried and frightened, which only distressed Letty more.

  Chase gently deposited Letty on the sofa, then knelt beside her, his gaze roaming her face, inspecting her for any injury. Reluctantly, as if he was still annoyed, he brought his hand to her forehead. “You’re not feverish,” he announced.

  “Of course I’m not,” she shot back, awkwardly rising to an upright position. If everyone would give her a few minutes alone and some breathing room, she’d feel better. “I’m fine. I was weeding the garden, and next thing I knew I was on the ground. Obviously I got too much sun.”

  Cricket knelt on the carpet. “I couldn’t wake you up,” she murmured, her blue eyes round, her face shiny with tears.

  Letty reached out to hug her. “I’m sorry I scared you, honey.”

  “Did you hit your head?” Chase asked.

  “I don’t think so.” Tentatively she touched the back of her skull. As far as she could tell, there wasn’t even a lump to suggest she’d hit anything besides the soft dirt.

  “Cricket, go get your mother a glass of water.”

  The child took off running as if Chase’s request was a matter of life and death.

  “How did Cricket ever find you?” Letty asked, frowning. Her daughter wouldn’t have known the way to Chase’s ranch, and even if she had, it was several minutes away by car.

  “I saw her on the road.”

  “The road,” Letty repeated, horrified. “She got that far?”

  “She was in a panic, and with Lonny gone, she didn’t know what else to do.”

  Letty stared at Chase. “I’m grateful you stopped. Thank you.”

  Cricket charged into the living room with the glass of water, which was only partially full. Letty assumed the other half had spilled. She planted a soft kiss on her daughter’s cheek as a thank-you.

  “I think your mother could use a blanket, too,” Chase murmured. His mouth was set and obstinate, but for what reason Letty could only speculate. It was unreasonable for him to be angry with her because she’d fainted!

  Once more Cricket raced out of the room.

  Chase continued to frown at Letty. He seemed to think that if he did that long enough, he’d discover why she’d taken ill. She boldly met his look and did her best to reassure him with a smile, but obviously failed.

  Chase closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the agony that briefly fluttered into his gaze was a shock. He turned away from her as if he couldn’t bear to have her look at him.

  “Letty, I didn’t know what to think when I found Cricket,” he said, and dragged a breath between clenched teeth. “For all I knew you could have been dead.”

  Motivated by something other than reason, Letty raised her hand to his face, running the tips of her fingers along his tense jaw. “Would you have cared?” she whispered.

  “Yes,” he cried. “I don’t want to, but heaven help me, I do.”

  He reached for her, kissing her awkwardly, then hungrily, his mouth roving from one side of her face to the other, brushing against her eyes, her cheek, her ears and finally her throat.

  They were interrupted by Cricket, who dashed into the room.

  “I brought Mommy a blankey,” Cricket said. She edged her way between Letty and Chase and draped her yellow knit blanket across Letty’s lap.

  “Thank you, sweetheart.”

  Chase rose and paced the floor in front of the sofa. “I’m calling Doc Hanley.”

  Letty was overcome with panic. She’d purposely avoided the physician, who’d been seeing her family for as long as she could remember. Although she trusted Doc Hanley implicitly, he wasn’t a heart specialist, and if she was seen going in and out of his office on a regular basis there might be talk that would filter back to Lonny or Chase and cause them concern.

  “Chase,” she said, “calling Doc Hanley isn’t necessary. I was in the sun too long—that’s all. I should’ve known better.”

  “You’re in the sun every day. Something’s wrong. I want you to see a doctor.”

  “All right,” she agreed, thinking fast. “I’ll make an appointment, if you want, but I can’t today—none of the offices are open.”

  “I’ll drive you to the hospital,” he insisted.

  “The nearest hospital’s an hour from here.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “Chase, please, I’m a little unsettled, but basically I’m fine. What I need more than anything is some rest. The last thing I want to do is sit in a hot, stuffy truck and ride all the way into Rock Springs so some doctor can tell me I got too much sun.”

  Chase paced back and
forth, clearly undecided.

  “I’ll just go upstairs and lie down. It’s about time for Cricket’s nap, anyway,” Letty said calmly, although her heart was racing. She really did feel terrible. Dizzy. Disoriented. Nauseous.

  Chase wasn’t pleased about Letty’s proposal, but nodded. “I’ll stay here in case you need me later.”

  “That really isn’t necessary,” she said again.

  He turned and glared at her. “Don’t argue with me. I’m not in the mood.”

  That was obvious. With some effort, although she struggled to conceal it, Letty stood and walked up the stairs. Chase followed her as though he suspected she might not make it. Letty was exhausted by the time she entered her bedroom.

  “I’ll take a nap and feel totally refreshed in a couple of hours. You wait and see.”

  “Right,” Chase said tersely. As soon as she was lying down, he left.

  Letty sat across the desk from Dr. Faraday the next afternoon. He’d wanted to talk to her after the examination.

  “I haven’t received your records from your physician in California yet, but I’m expecting them any day,” he said.

  Letty nodded, making an effort to disguise her uneasiness. As she’d promised Chase, she’d contacted the heart specialist in Rock Springs first thing Monday morning. She’d seen Dr. Faraday the week before and he’d asked that she come in right away. His brooding look troubled her.

  “Generally speaking, how are you?”

  “Fine.” That was a slight exaggeration, but other than being excessively tired and the one fainting spell, she had felt healthy most of the time.

  Dr. Faraday nodded and made a notation in her file. It was all Letty could do not to stand up and try to read what he’d written. He was a large man, his face dominated by a bushy mustache that reminded Letty of an umbrella. His eyes were piercing, and Letty doubted that much got past him.

  “The results from the tests we did last week are in, and I’ve had a chance to review them. My opinion is that we shouldn’t delay surgery much longer. I’ll confer with my colleague, Dr. Frederickson, and make my report to the state. I’m going to ask that they put a rush on their approval.”