A Cowgirl's Secret (11 page)

“I get that, but…” He looked away. At the next room over, a little girl clung to her father, crying that she didn't want him to go. A pang shot through Luke. A fear that the man would never be him. Would Kolt ever want to give him a hug? Would Luke one day experience the joy
of being a father from the start of a child's life? “Trust isn't easy to come by, Daisy. It's not a tangible item to be picked up at the store. Once gone, sometimes it never comes back.”

Raising her chin, sporting a look of defiance he hadn't seen since she'd bought her first bottle of Jack Daniel's, she said, “Get over yourself, Luke. I'm not asking you to marry me. Just to be my friend.” Raising her hands only to slap them at her sides, she said, “Honestly, would that be so hard?”

“In a word—yes.” Because if he were to surrender himself to her again, only to have her turn away, Luke feared he might never recover.

“Thank you so much.” Daisy's new client, Jane Richmond, had tears in her eyes while leaving the office. A domestic violence victim, she'd finally summoned the courage to leave her abusive husband, but didn't know how to get him to pay child support. Daisy had filed the proper papers and gotten the legal ball rolling to get the guy in court. “I'm not sure how I'll ever repay you.”

“That's the beauty of a free legal clinic,” Daisy said with a hug. “All you have to worry about is caring for those adorable children. No guarantees, but I'll stay on Brian for as long as it takes to get what your babies are entitled to.”

After more hugging and tears, Jane left.

Since Daisy's ad for free legal services had appeared a week earlier, Jane had been her only meaty case. She'd also done a couple of wills, helped mediate a land dispute and filed a few small claims court issues.

Since Luke's declaration on Kolt's first day of school, Daisy's pride had kept her away. While she appreciated her mother's advice on the matter of earning back his trust, clearly he more closely resembled a stubborn old
mule than a man. As such, Daisy had decided to put her energy into helping people who wanted her in their lives.

As for Luke, he was a lost cause.

Another executive decision she'd made was to move out of the family home. As much as she loved being around her mother and Dallas and his wife and kids, she knew it was time for her and Kolt to get their own place.

The only foreseeable problem was Henry. She'd done some quiet investigating only to find he was still in the area, bunking with friends. On the ranch, Daisy felt reasonably safe. Though they didn't have security beyond the nightly alarm they set at the house, she reasoned there was safety in numbers. Henry would be foolish to mess with her when there were so many potential witnesses. On the other hand, he'd approached her in a crowded grocery store. Which told her if the man truly wanted to get to her, he'd find a way.

That said, Daisy refused to live one more day hiding in fear. She'd exiled herself for ten long years and had had enough.

At three o'clock, she waited until after weaving through school traffic before asking Kolt, “What do you think about looking at houses with me?”

“Why? We live at the ranch.” He unwrapped a sucker he'd been given for acing his spelling test and popped it in his mouth.

“I know, but wouldn't it be nice to have a place of our own? You wouldn't have to share a bathroom with the twins and no more fighting over movies.”

“I guess.” Making a paper airplane from his candy wrapper, he asked, “Would Uncle Cash and Aunt Wren come over with Robin?”

“Sure. Everyone would be welcome to visit whenever they want.” She stopped at the train crossing where the ringing signal brought on a headache.

“Luke said someday we could build a tree fort. Think the new house would have a spot for one?”

“I don't see why not.” The train had to be eight miles long.

“Cool. He'll have to go with us to look, though. I don't wanna accidentally buy a house that wouldn't have a good tree fort tree.”

Come on, train.
“The two of us should be just fine on our own. I'm sure Luke wouldn't want anything to do with house-shopping.”

“Sure he would, Mom. Let's call.”

Before Daisy could stop him, Kolt picked up her cell and dialed Luke's phone.

 

“T
HIS IS THE LAST THING
I thought I'd be doing today.” Luke had just returned from a week-long stay at a ranch west of Oklahoma City and had looked forward to spending his Saturday loafing as much as possible. Instead, he was crammed into the backseat of a Realtor's Prius alongside the one woman he didn't want to be with.

Kolt sat in the front because he'd gotten carsick.

While Kolt and Vera discussed their favorite Disney Channel shows, Daisy said under her breath. “Trust me, I don't want you here just as much as you don't want to be here. If you hadn't told Kolt so much about how
great it is building a tree fort, we wouldn't be in this predicament.”

Predicament? More like torture. With the late August temperatures over a hundred, Daisy had worn a sundress. The damned thing not only displayed more creamy thigh than he could handle, but the effort it took to avoid the view down her collar was monumental.

“Here we are,” Vera said, parking in front of the old Peterson place. Not only was it in desperate need of a paint job, but also a new porch, windows and roof. Had the dye on Vera's platinum hair sunk into her brain? “Six bedrooms and one bath. The kitchen needs updating and last time I was here we had to shoo out a squirrel, but aside from that, have you ever seen so much charm in a classic Victorian? As an added bonus, the acreage adjoins Buckhorn land.”

Finally on his feet, it took Luke a good minute to stretch out the kinks.

While Vera and Kolt navigated crooked porch steps, Luke leaned in close to Daisy, “This is a joke, right?”

“I kind of like it. I've always loved this house. The turrets fascinated me. Aren't you excited that we get to go inside?”

Not really. “Just for a second, put aside any romanticism you might have for the old girl. Have you for one second considered how long the renovation would take? Not to mention, the cost?”

“Quit being a Debbie Downer and zip it.” Cautiously following her son's path, she added, “The only reason you're even here is because of the whole tree fort thing.”

“Yeah, well, if you buy this monstrosity, you might as well be living in a tree.” Why'd she have to smell so good? The flowery scent distracted him from further discussion of the house's flaws. When her heel poked through a floor board, Luke was further bothered by having to catch her perfectly rounded derriere.

“Oops.” Clinging to him, her cheeks flushed. “Thanks for the save. Guess that plank needs to be replaced.”

“You think?”

“After J. T. Peterson died at the ripe old age of 101,” Vera said in the living room, standing in front of a spectacular carved mantel, “the house sat vacant for ten years. Last year, the family tried renting it, but with no central heat or air, that didn't go so well.”

The ceilings rose a good twelve feet and the entry-hall staircase beat anything Luke had seen, the way it hugged the oval room in a gentle rise. Though the house was no doubt infested with termites, mice and more than a few ghosts, it would really be something if it were ever to be restored—by, he hoped, anyone other than Daisy.

Upstairs, the bedrooms featured all manner of kooky angles to accommodate turrets and cupolas and stained-glass bays. The hardwood floors were in crappy condition. In many areas the ceiling looked as if it were caving in. The whole place reeked of dust and mildew and judging by Daisy's enraptured expression, she'd already made her decision.

“Mom! Look!” Kolt had found another winding staircase, this one leading to an attic that ran the full length of the house. Dormer windows allowed for plenty of
natural light. “Have you ever seen so much cool stuff?” He'd found a chest filled with books and old clothes. Slapping a bowler hat on his head, he asked, “Do I look old-timey?”

“Absolutely,” Daisy said. “Anything in there for me?”

He fished out a sailor's cap. “How's this?”

“Perfect,” she said with a breezy smile Luke hadn't seen in years. “How do I look?”

“Okay, I guess—for a mom.” She stuck out her tongue at their son.

“I want one.” Luke mounted the last few steps. “No fair you two having all the fun.”

“All that's left is this.” Kolt tossed Luke a pillbox hat covered in torn netting and sporting a limp feather.

“Gee, thanks.”

“Put it on!” Kolt demanded. “Mom can take a picture with her phone.”

Laughing as the three of them squeezed together, Daisy stood in the center, extending her arm to snap the picture.

“Let me see.” Kolt grabbed the phone. “Awesome! We look cool!”

“What a nice family you all make,” Vera noted, popping her head above the railing. If only the newcomer to Weed Gulch knew of their rocky past, she wouldn't have been so quick to judge. “What do you think of the house?”

“I love it,” Daisy said, “but I am daunted by all the work.”

As she should be. But Luke remembered the fun he'd had fixing up his cabin. It hadn't been in much better
shape, although it was considerably smaller, and the project hadn't been quite so massive in scale. Truthfully, he was a little jealous. For all its flaws, the home would one day be quite a jewel.

Vera waved off Daisy's concerns. “I'll hook you up with the names of dozens of reliable contractors. Besides, the heirs are pushing for a quick sale. This is the perfect time to get a lowball offer through.”

 

“H
APPY
?” L
UKE ASKED
. Daisy had signed her offer papers and they now sat at Lucky's Diner. While Daisy finished her BLT, Luke worked on the roast beef special. Kolt was long gone; he'd run into a friend from school at the Realtor's office, and Jonah's mother had taken him to their house to play.

“I am.” Dredging her fry in ketchup, she said, “I need a project.”

“Thought that's what your legal clinic was?”

“It is, but that occupies my days.” Swirling artificial sweetener into iced tea, her expression turned wistful. “The house will give me something to do nights and weekends. Don't take this as a thinly veiled plea for your companionship, but I get lonely. After Kolt goes to bed, there's only so much reading and toenail-painting a girl can do.”

He wouldn't admit it, but Luke understood. Many a night he'd spent on his front porch, staring out at the view, wishing for a woman to share it with. Only, so far, no one even close to suitable had come along. He could thank Daisy for that. “What about your mom and sisters-in-law? Aren't they good company?”

“Sure, but once conversation turns to babies or marriage, I feel like a third wheel. Other than our last names, we have nothing in common.”

Finishing off his potatoes and gravy, Luke asked, “How's a house supposed to keep you company?”

Her expression flashed annoyance. “What it's going to do is keep me so busy, I won't have time to think about much else.”

“Is that healthy?”

Forehead furrowed, she asked, “Is it any of your business?”

“In a roundabout way. I'd like to see Kolt's mom happy and normal. I don't want my kid growing up with a head case.”

Pushing back her plate, she rested her forearms on the table. “Who appointed you Mister Perfection? I mean, seriously, you're always preaching about how untrustworthy I am and now, you just assessed me as borderline insane?”

“I did not.” He downed the last of his sweet tea. “You're being a drama queen.”

“Takes one to know one.”

“What?” He wanted to lob another verbal weapon, but her childlike comment was such a blast from the past, all he could do was smile.

“You heard me.” She smiled, too. “Sorry. I'm not sure where that came from. What were we fighting about?”

“I don't even remember.”

“Perhaps that's a sign,” she teased. “You're too serious.”

“Me?” Hands to his chest, he said, “Mom's all the time nagging me to get a real job. Settle into a serious relationship. Seems to me you're the one needing help in that department. After all, who just bought a house in need of eight million bucks worth of repair?”

She tossed her wadded napkin at him. “It won't be anywhere near that expensive and nice try at changing the subject.” She leveled a look at him. “You're a great-looking guy, have a good job—despite what your mother thinks—why haven't you remarried?”

“Lord, Daisy, do we have to get into this? You're giving me indigestion.” The diner, with its yellow walls, faded linoleum floors and mismatched booths was usually one of his favorite places in town to hang out, but tonight, it felt uncomfortably warm. “Besides, I could easily flip your question around to ask it of you. You're hot, loaded, educated—a total package. Who wouldn't want what you have to offer?”

“Hmm…” Tapping her finger on her lips, she said, “You. On more than one occasion, you've made it clear I'm less attractive to you than your average ordinary leper.”

“That's not fair. You know exactly why we'll never be together.”

“Do I?” She glanced over her shoulder to find the booth behind her empty before whispering, “Because that kiss you gave me in my office made me think different. That maybe we just need to explore possibilities.”

“Are you coming on to me?” In another lifetime, he'd have taken her straight out to his backseat, but now, there was just no way.

“Why would I do that? Especially when you want nothing to do with me? However, isn't that Rowdy Clements from Dallas's graduating class up at the counter? I haven't talked to him in ages.” Taking a twenty and a five from her wallet, she left it on the table, then stood. “Maybe he'll want to talk to me? Bye.”

“Sit your sweet behind back down,” Luke practically growled. “Everyone in town knows Rowdy's a two-timing lowlife out for nothing but a good time.”

“What a coincidence—so am I.” She winked before sashaying right on over to the counter bar.

With everything in him, Luke longed to toss Daisy over his shoulder, but what kind of message would that send? In no way did he have any claim to her. No use sending out signals he wanted that to change.

Even if a small part of him did.

 

“H
ONEY, YOU CAN'T BE SERIOUS
?” Georgina wasn't exactly thrilled with the news of Daisy's anticipated purchase. “That old ruin was sagging when I had you. I can't even imagine what it must look like now. For heaven's sake, the yard is so overgrown, you can't even see the house from the road.”