Heart of Texas Series Volume 1: Lonesome Cowboy\Texas Two-Step\Caroline's Child (44 page)

Everything was about to catch up with him. His brother already knew he hadn't paid that old coot Max Jordan, and he wasn't going to be able to hide all the other charges he'd made, either. Although Grady's business account had sure come in handy. But he'd stretched his luck to the max in Promise.

Time to move on. Hide again, only no one would ever think to look for him here. He was as safe as a babe cuddled in his mother's loving arms. Richard had a sixth sense about when to walk away. He'd come to trust his instincts; they were what had kept him out of prison this long.

Richard kicked the toe of his snakeskin boot into the hard dry ground. He'd arrived in Promise penniless, miserable and afraid to glance over his shoulder for fear the law—or worse—was hot on his tail. He'd decided to head back to Promise on the spur of the moment, when he awoke one morning and found himself outside El Paso without money or transportation. Hitchhiking, he made his way to the central part of the state.

Luck had blessed him all his life. He hadn't been back long before he discovered Savannah had visited Bitter End. As soon as his older sister mentioned the ghost town, he'd known what to do.

Little by little Richard had managed to squirrel away supplies, making the trek so often he no longer lost his way. Each day he managed to take something from the ranch or buy supplies on ranch credit. In the beginning it was little things, items not easily missed. Seldom-used equipment no one would notice was gone. Gradually he'd worked in the larger pricier necessities. He'd been clever about it, too.

Still congratulating himself, Richard walked up the old wooden steps to the boardwalk. He sat down in the rocking chair he'd discovered in one of the buildings and surveyed the town. His domain.

He'd been born under a lucky star, Richard told himself, and its shine hadn't faded. He marveled anew at the crafty way he'd charged much of what he needed. Grady didn't have a clue, either. Richard would charge something nonsensical like tractor parts to Grady's account, knowing no one would think to question that. Later, making sure it wasn't the same salesclerk, he'd return the part and use the credit to purchase what he really needed. In the weeks since his return he'd accumulated all the comforts of home, and the best part was that it had been at his brother's expense.

“Oh, yes, I'm going to be real comfortable now,” he said, grinning broadly. Tucking his hands behind his head, he leaned back. “Thanks, Grady,” he said with a snicker.

Slowly his smile faded. None of this hiding out would be necessary if the situation with Ellie Frasier had worked out differently. It would have been easy to let that sweet young thing soothe away his worries, but his hopes had died a humiliating death, thanks to Glen Patterson.

Why any woman would choose some cowboy over him was beyond Richard. Clearly Ellie had no taste. In the beginning he'd been drawn to the inheritance her daddy had left her, figuring he'd talk her into marrying him, get his hands on the money and then skip town.

As time progressed and he came to know Ellie, he'd actually found himself thinking about sticking around and making a go of life in Promise. Money in the right places would put an end to his current troubles. For a while he'd toyed with the idea of getting involved in local politics. Promise could use a mayor like him, not some hick but a man with an eye to the future. Then maybe for once he'd be able to stay out of trouble, make a new life for himself. Start over. But unfortunately it hadn't panned out.

Standing, Richard glanced at his watch. He hadn't moved here yet, so he had to be conscious of the time. Although his sister and brother hadn't said much, they were aware of his absences, and he didn't want to arouse their suspicions.

Richard headed to where he'd parked the pickup. After several failed attempts, he'd found a new way into the town, one that didn't necessitate a long walk.

The wind whistled behind him, a low plaintive cry that sent shivers down his spine.

“Oh, no, you don't,” he said. Naturally there'd been talk about ghosts in Bitter End. The one time he'd brought Ellie with him, she'd been squirming out of her skin in her eagerness to leave. She claimed it was a feeling she had, a sense of oppression. His sister had said she, too, could feel something weird in the old town.

Yeah, right.

Not Richard, at least not until that very moment. The wind increased in velocity, whistling as he walked away, his back to the main street.

“I don't hear anything, I don't feel anything,” he said aloud, more in an effort to hear the words than to convince himself.

The sensation, or whatever the hell it was, didn't dissipate until he was safe inside his brother's dilapidated truck. With the doors locked Richard relaxed, suspecting he'd viewed one too many episodes of
Tales from the Crypt.

As he drove off, another thought entered his mind.

Caroline Daniels.

He had no real interest in her himself, but he could have her and he knew it. His brother was sweet on Caroline; that was easy to guess, just from the way Grady looked at her. It might be rotten of him, Richard thought with a grin, but he sure did love to play the spoilsport.

His brother had as much charisma as an overripe tomato, yet Grady was the one sitting pretty on a prosperous ranch, living high, while Richard had to worry about where his next meal was coming from. Some things in life just weren't fair, and if he wanted to even them out a little, he could see no harm in it. Besides, he subscribed to the idea that, regardless of the star he was born under, a man made his own luck. Or, at least, enhanced it.

“You don't know how good you've got it, big brother,” Richard said. It shouldn't be hard to lure Caroline away from Grady—and it didn't hurt any that her kid was crazy about him. Kids had always liked him, and Richard had encouraged them. For some reason a lot of people put stock in their kids' opinions and preferences. As far as he was concerned, it didn't matter a damn what some kid thought, although he didn't mind using a child to manipulate the parent.

Maggie was a great example. She preferred him over Grady, which made him the leading man when it came to winning her mother's affections. He found Caroline kind of irritating, though; he didn't care for the way she looked at him.

What he enjoyed most of all was playing himself off against his brother. He loved it when he could frustrate Grady, but his older brother made it much too easy; he took all the fun out of it. Well, not
all
the fun. Poor old Grady—would he never learn? Richard smirked. When he was around, Grady didn't stand a chance with the ladies.

* * *

G
RADY FELT LIKE A KID
waiting for prom night—a kid who had a date with the prom queen. The chance to see Caroline again was worth cutting short his sleep. It meant getting up earlier than usual to deal with morning chores. But he'd managed, surprising Wade as much as he did Savannah and Laredo when he slipped into the pew two minutes before services were due to start.

He hadn't come to hear the sermon, but he figured God would forgive that. He'd come for Caroline. She sang with the choir, and the possibility of seeing her again so soon after the church dinner was irresistible.

Grady still walked on air after last night's kisses. Even Maggie's interruption hadn't ruined the evening. He'd been at a loss for words when she'd stumbled upon Caroline and him with their arms locked around each other. Rather than try to explain, he'd left the matter in Caroline's capable hands and departed soon afterward.

The last thing she'd said before he walked out the door was that she'd stop by the ranch Sunday afternoon.

Mere hours away.

The service was upbeat, and Wade's message caused him to nod his head in agreement a number of times. The minister used humor and lots of anecdotes, which made for an interesting sermon. Before he realized it, the hour was over and the congregation dismissed with a benediction.

Pastor Wade McMillen stood in the doorway as people left. “Good to see you, Grady,” he said, giving Grady's hand a hearty shake. “But somehow I don't think it was my sermon that interested you.”

Grady grumbled some noncommittal reply. Damned little escaped Wade's attention. As if to prove him right, Wade caught Jeremy Bishop by the shoulder, stopping him on his way out the door.

“That must have been an interesting book you were reading in church,” he said with an encouraging smile.

Jeremy squirmed uncomfortably before he reached inside his shirt. With obvious reluctance he withdrew a slim paperback novel.

“T. R. Grant?” Wade said and cocked one eyebrow at the title.

Jeremy's eyes grew round. “You've never heard of T. R. Grant?”

“Can't say I have,” Wade admitted.

“He's great!”

Wade chuckled. “I'm sure he is. Maybe I should read him, too.”

“I've read everything he's ever written. I can lend you one of his books if you want.”

“I'll take you up on that offer.” Wade ruffled the boy's hair and returned his attention to Grady. “I see that things are developing nicely between you and Caroline Daniels.”

Grady tensed. He had no desire to discuss his private life.

As if he knew that, too, Wade slapped him lightly on the back. “It took you long enough,” he said with a laugh. Before Grady could respond, Wade had begun talking to someone else.

Grady met Caroline on the front lawn. He saw her speak to Wade, then glance at him, smiling shyly. The yard was crowded with people visiting and chatting, but everyone appeared to fade from sight as Caroline approached.

“Hello again,” he said, which was probably the stupidest thing he'd ever uttered. Not that he cared.

“Hello.” Her voice had a deep breathless quality.

“Were you able to reassure Maggie?” He'd felt bad about leaving her to make the explanations, but feared any effort on his part wouldn't have come out right.

“She understands.”

“But does she approve?”

Caroline's eyes avoided his, which was answer enough in itself. “It isn't up to Maggie to approve or disapprove of whom I kiss.”

He exhaled slowly and would have said more except that he couldn't stop looking at Caroline. She was so damn pretty, any coherent thought didn't stand a chance of lasting more than a second or two. It was her eyes, he concluded, a deep rich shade of chocolate. No, he decided after a moment, it was her soft brown hair. He remembered the silky feel of it bunched in his hands when he'd kissed her. He remembered a whole lot more than the feel of her hair….

“So you're coming to see Savannah this afternoon?” he asked, trying to redirect his thoughts. If he continued in this vein much longer, he'd end up kissing her right then and there just to prove how real last night had been.

“No.”

Grady's disappointment was sharp. “You're not? But I thought—”

“I'm coming to see you.”

His heart, which had gone sluggish with discouragement, sped up, and he could feel his pulse hammering in his neck.

“Hi, Grady,” Maggie said, joining her mother. She clung to her mother's arm and looked up at him with a slight frown.

“Hi, Maggie. I hear you're coming out to the ranch this afternoon.”

The child continued to stare at him, and although she made no comment, Grady saw the way she moved protectively close to her mother.

“Did Savannah tell you about the new colt we have?”

She nodded.

“He's only a few days old, but he's already handsome. I bet you'd like to see him.”

Again she nodded.

Grady glanced at Caroline. “Do you think Maggie's old enough to visit the colt?”

“I can, can't I, Mommy?” Maggie twisted around and gazed up at her mother with imploring eyes.

“I think it should be all right, as long as you stay with Grady.”

“I will, I will,” she promised.

“That new colt needs a name,” Grady added. “Maybe you could help us decide what to call him.”

Her eyes got huge. “Could I really?”

“If you can think of a decent name for such a handsome boy. We'll let you take a gander at him first, pet him a few times and then give you the opportunity to think up a name.”

“That's kind of you, Grady,” Caroline said.

They walked toward the parking lot, in no particular hurry. “What time will you be by, do you think?” he asked, restraining himself from saying she should come right that minute.

“Maggie needs something to eat and a nap first.”

“She can have Sunday dinner with us—you both could—and then Maggie could nap. Savannah'll be more than happy to watch her.” After she finished wringing his neck for inviting company without consulting her first. “While Maggie's resting, perhaps you and I could…” For the life of him, he couldn't think of a single respectable thing for the two of them to do.