Heart of Texas Vol. 2 (14 page)

“Poor thing.”

Caroline gazed down at her slumbering child, loving her with an intensity that went beyond anything she'd ever known, even the strong love she felt for Grady. “She's back, safe and sound, and for that I'm grateful.”

“I am, too.”

Caroline leaned against Grady, letting him support her weight, his hands resting on her shoulders.

“Savannah reminded me that it's Maggie's birthday next week. I'd like to give her something special, but I need to ask you about it first. She seems quite taken with Moonbeam, so—”

“You're giving her the colt?” Caroline could barely believe her ears. At the same time she realized that the mention of Maggie's birthday created a natural opening to talk about her child's father. To reveal his name.

No!
she couldn't tell him, Caroline thought in sudden panic.

“Of course we'll keep Moonbeam at the ranch.”

While the offer was tempting, horses weren't cheap to maintain.

“The gift includes room and board.” Grady answered her question even before she could ask it.

“That's generous of you.”

“She's going to be six, right?”

“Yes.”

His gaze softened as he studied the little girl. “You said once that you'd dated Cal.”

Caroline felt as though her lungs had frozen. This was as close as Grady had come to asking her outright about Maggie's father.

“I did,” she said and looked away. He reached for her hand. “Now that Richard's gone—”

“Do you mind if we don't talk about my brother?” Grady
said, interrupting her. “I want to escape him for a few hours if I can.”

“Of course, but—”

“I'd much rather concentrate on other things just now, like how good you feel in my arms.”

Caroline closed her eyes.

“It doesn't matter, Caroline,” he whispered close to her ear.

“What doesn't matter?”

“About Maggie. I already love her.”

“I know. It's just that…” Caroline liked to think she would have continued if Maggie hadn't chosen that precise moment to awake.

“Can we go swing again?” she asked Grady.

He grinned. “This time let's bring your mother, too. All right?”

Maggie took Caroline's hand and the three of them headed toward the swing set, the subject she was about to broach shelved once again.

The day ended far sooner than Caroline and Maggie would have wished. Grady dropped them off at seven and went to check in with Frank Hennessey. Caroline assumed it had to do with Richard, but she didn't ask and he didn't volunteer.

The light on her answering machine was flashing, and while she unpacked the picnic basket, she played it back.

“It's Savannah. Give me a call when you get home.”

Tucking the phone to her ear, Caroline punched out her friend's number. As she waited for Savannah to answer, she set the leftovers in the refrigerator.

“Hi, it's me, Caroline. You called?” she asked when Savannah picked up the receiver.

“I did.” Savannah sounded pleased about something but
didn't elaborate. In fact, she appeared to be waiting for Caroline to speak first.

“Um, Savannah, was there a particular reason you called?” Caroline finally ventured.

“Aren't you going to tell me, or is it a big secret?”

“Savannah,
what
are you talking about?”

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.”

E
VERY PEW IN
P
ROMISE
C
HRISTIAN
C
HURCH
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 Moor house 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 court ship 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 over drive.”

“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 guar an tee 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?”

 

T
EN YEARS,
D
OVIE MUSED DARKLY
. She'd wasted ten years of her life on that un grateful 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 break fast 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.”