“Yes, really. Are you going to go for it?” Carrie wanted to know. “Go for— Of course not.”“Liar, liar, pants on fire.”“I was going to offer you a piece of pie, on the house.” “What kind?”“Forget it,” Dixie said. “I don’t give freebies to people who call me a liar.”“So, you’re not hot for the dishwasher?”“Of course not,” Dixie protested. “Don’t be ridiculous.”Carrie grinned. Evilly. “Methinks thou doth protest too much.” “Methinks your imagination is running away in that little pea brain ofyours, girlfriend.”Carrie sighed heavily. “I give up. For now. But, girlfriend, you’ve been alone way too long. If you don’t do something about it soon, you’re liable to dry up and blow away.”Dixie rolled her eyes. “Lovely thought. I’ll leave you to your lunch.”She marched back into the kitchen, and there stood Wade, scraping the dishes he’d brought in from the dining room, just as he should be doing.Dammit, didn’t the man goof off or screw up or take too long on his break? Anything? Somet
“Costly, huh?” Wade sipped his beer. The town didn’t have the money? Ideas stirred in his mind.Down on the field, Tate’s team won the coin toss and lined up on the bench, presumably in batting order, while the opposing coach threw a couple of practice pitches.Wade had money. More than he could spend in a lifetime even if he was trying to empty his coffers. Why should seven-and eight-year-olds do without?Of course, nobody was saying that a machine was better than a coach.That angle merited investigation. There had to be some benefit for the batter to see an intense pair of eyes staring back at him from the pitcher’s mound. Had to get used to that.On the other hand, a nice, consistent pitch might help develop a batter’s skill.Or not. What the hell did he know about it? He would wait and learn.And ask.The first kid up to bat swung hard and connected, but the ball fouled out.“Do the teams want a pitching machine?”“I’d have to say yeah. Ever since they played in that tournament a
She had lost her mind. That was the only conclusion Dixie could draw after asking her dishwasher, for crying out loud, to a family picnic.Oh, my God, she thought. Did she really think that way? That a dishwasher somehow wasn’t, what, worthy of her?Dixie stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror and slapped cleansing cream onto her face.“Snob. That’s what you are.”No. That wasn’t true. She was grasping at straws—as if his being her dishwasher, or any other employee, put him below her, beneath her—Beneath her. Now, didn’t that phrase conjure up a pretty picture in her head? Wade Harrison, beneath her. In bed.“Oh, good grief.” She smeared the cleansing cream around all over her face with jerky motions. What had she been thinking to invite him?You were thinking Carrie was right, you’ve got the hots for him.That, of course, was ridiculous. It had been so long since she’d had the hots for a man, she couldn’t even remember it. So what was it about this man that made her invite
Wade checked his hair in the mirror, then wiped his damp palms down the thighs of his jeans. It came as a shock to realize he was nervous. More nervous than the day he’d first walked into Dixie’s Diner, hoping to gather information about the boys.Years of board meetings, shareholders meetings, press and media interviews, the occasional congressional testimony—none of those held a candle to going on a picnic with James Donald McCormick’s family.His feelings for them were growing deep. He felt as if he’d known Pops all his life. Known, truly liked and bore a deep fondness for.He was attracted to Dixie, and had examined his feelings for her for days. In addition to attraction, there was respect, admiration, and a strong liking, different from what he felt for Pops. This was a man-woman liking.The boys…he didn’t have to examine his feelings for them. He flat-out loved them. No two ways about it. He didn’t think it mattered whether the feeling came from himself or from the new heart be
“Aw, shucks, ma’am,” he said in his best imitation of a Texas drawl. “Too good-looking for your own good, maybe,” she added.“And that means I should have been married by now?”“Why not? You look like you could have any woman you want. What the devil are you doing in Podunk, Texas, hanging around somebody like me?”“Hey, don’t sell yourself short, boss. What do you mean, somebody like you?”She shrugged. “You know. Single mother, average looks, workaholic.” Wade shook his head slowly. “You obviously don’t see yourself the wayI see you.”“Oh? And how is that?”“Now who’s fishing for compliments?” he teased. “Touché.”“But to answer your question—”“No, please.” She rolled her eyes and waved her hands. “Forget I asked.”“If you get to embarrass me, I get to embarrass you,” he said with a smile.“I didn’t notice you blushing.” “I was blushing on the inside.” “Do tell.”“You’re trying to sidetrack me.” “Is it working?”Wade looked her right in the eye. “When I look at you I see a very at
A commercial came on the air. Both boys flipped over to look at Wade. “Do you have to go?” Ben asked.“Can’t he stay?” Tater begged.“Hey, thanks, guys,” Wade said before Dixie could speak. “But I’ve gotta get home and get my beauty rest.”The boys snickered and made gagging noises.Dixie opened the front door and stepped out onto the porch. Wade said good-night to the boys and followed. He stood next to her, with the only light on the dark porch coming from the open front door behind him and the streetlight down the block. Two houses away, a dog barked. Such a normal sound. But Dixie didn’t feel normal. She felt…expectant. She wanted—“What?” Wade asked. “What, what?”“You looked like you wanted to say something.”Dixie chuckled. “Didn’t we have this conversation earlier today?” “It does sound familiar, albeit reversed. So, what’s on your mind?”She was tired of this seesawing of her emotions, of not knowing what to do about it. Of denying herself. She decided to go for it.“I’ve bee
“Mom?”“What is it, hon?” Dixie stood in her kitchen and smoothed a hand over Tate’s unruly hair.“How come you’re only wearing one shoe?”Dixie looked down and sighed. Well, damn. “Because I’m old and forgetful.”“Ha!” Pops cackled. “If you’re old, what’s that make me? Time to get to work, you guys. As soon as your mother finishes getting dressed.”Dixie rolled her eyes and went in search of her other shoe. It had been like that since she woke up.Longer. Her mind had been in a fog since she’d watched Wade walk away last night. She’d almost let the boys go to bed without a bath. This morning she’d tried to put two earrings into the same hole in her ear. She’d brushed her teeth without toothpaste. And now she’d nearly left the house wearing only one shoe.All this because of one kiss. Okay, two, but who was counting? Two kisses from a man who took her breath away.Had it really been so long since she’d been with a man that a couple of kisses could knock her for such a loop?The answer
“Astronomical, I’d say.”“Yeah,” Wade agreed. “Hey, listen, we should both get back to work. If you’ll point me to the office.”“Sure. Down the hall, right across from the main entrance.” “Thanks.” Wade started past the man, then paused. “We should gettogether for a beer sometime.” Then he thought better of it. “Or…not.” Carlucci nodded. “Yeah. Maybe not.”The fireman went back to his mopping while the CEO went looking for a ten-year-old.A young woman behind the counter in the school’s office looked up Ben’s classroom and gave Wade directions. He got the book to Ben and made it back to the diner, having been gone under thirty minutes total.“Thank you, Wade,” Dixie told him.“You’re welcome.” And my, he thought, how polite they’d become with each other. Polite and distant. All because he’d been unable to keep his hands and his mouth, to himself.“Dixie,” he said softly as she turned to leave. She paused, turned her head toward him. “Yes?” “Did I ruin things?”She frowned “Ruin what?
“How…? When…?”“Brenda had the photo with her. She knew she wanted to do something, but all she could think of was to blow it up. I ran across a guy on the Internet who does oil paintings from photos. I thought she would like that.”“What is it, Daddy?” Jasmine asked. He couldn’t move.“It’s us,” Pammy cried. “Mama and us girls in the backyard.”It had always been one of Riley’s favorite pictures of Brenda and the girls. In fact he had a copy of it right now in his wallet. Brenda, sitting in the grass, with Pammy and Jasmine on either side and Cindy in her lap. He had taken the picture himself just before Brenda shipped out, nearly two years ago.The artist had enlarged it and copied it in oil. It was perhaps the most beautiful portrait he’d ever seen. His vision blurred.“Lemme see, Daddy, lemme see,” Cindy cried.When he finally looked up at Amy, he didn’t know what to say.She leaned toward him and kissed each of his eyelids, then his mouth. “Merry Christmas, Riley.”Amy was gratif
The rest of the week until Christmas passed in a blur. Amy spent much of it with Riley and his girls.There were errands to run. There was more shopping to do, both in town and beyond. There were videos to rent and watch and a movie to see in Waco. There were friends and neighbors to meet.Amy wondered what those friends and neighbors thought of Rileyshowing up with her, but they were all friendly. They were especially nice when Riley told them that she had served with Brenda. That served as a good, acceptable reason for them to be together without too much overt speculation.They were seldom alone, she and Riley. There was little time for it with the girls always around. But Amy didn’t mind. There was always time for a few heated kisses when they weren’t looking, or after their bedtime if Amy drove herself home.She had her own last-minute Christmas things to take care of, too.Things she could not do around Riley or his girls. But with a few phone calls, a quick trip here and there
“Okay, bring them to the den. We’ll let him sit in his recliner while we doctor him,” Amy suggested. She craned her neck to peer down the hall.Seeing no sign of Riley, she led the girls a few feet away into the kitchen and gave them a conspiratorial wink.“Here’s the deal, girls. Your daddy’s barely hurt at all. No more than one of you falling off your bicycle and getting a few scrapes.”Pammy poked out her lower lip. “Are you sure?”“I’m sure. I was there in the hospital when the doctor checked him over.He does have stitches on the side of his head, but not much else. But the thing is, guys are different than girls. Guys are bigger and stronger than we are. At the same time, when they get the least little scrape, or catch a cold, they turn into helpless babies. They need help with every little thing.”That got a round of smiles out of the girls.“I’m telling you this so you won’t worry about your daddy just because he moans and groans now and then over his aches and pains. It’s jus
All the way to the hospital on the hill at the south edge of town Amy kept her mind blank. She couldn’t allow herself to think. She scarcely allowed herself to breathe. An accident. Riley. Deer. Truck. Ditch. The words hurled themselves at her one after the other, like heat-seeking missiles.At the last stop sign before the hill, she hit her brakes too hard and her tires slid across the intersection. She was lucky no other cars were coming. She held her breath until the car straightened out, then eased up the hill and skated into the parking lot of the hospital.With a prayer on her lips, she rushed into the hospital and demanded to see Riley.They told her she should sit down. They told her it shouldn’t be long.They told her she had to wait.She told them, “Point me toward Riley Sinclair right this minute and you might live to see the end of your shift.”“Security!”“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Amy said as she started down the hall. “If you’ve got a security guard here in the middle of
“Good morning.”She barely bit back the shriek that threatened at the scare his voice gave her when she hadn’t realized he’d come in. “Good morning,” she managed. She stared at her computer screen and typed in her password to log on.His footsteps crossed from the door to her desk. He stopped there. “I called you last night,” he said quietly.Amy’s stomach clenched. “Did you?” “Several times.”She could see his hand resting on the edge of her desk. “I must have been out.” Heaven help her, she’d turned into a liar, she thought with dismay.“Amy, will you look at me?”She had to. She knew she had to. She even wanted to. Maybe. Sort of. She swallowed, wishing she knew what to do, what she wanted, what was best for them. If there was a them.Slowly she raised her gaze. “Riley, I…”“Don’t, Amy. If it’s this hard for you even to look at me, I guess we have a bigger problem than moving too fast.”“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do. I’m driving myself crazy here.”H
“I’m going to be tied up most of the day,” Riley said. “So I don’t know if I’ll be able to call you until late.”She smiled sadly. “You don’t need to call me. We’ll see each other at the office Monday. I’m not that insecure that I have to hear your voice and know where you are every day.” Ha. Liar.“Are you telling me you don’t want me to call?”With a groan and a laugh, Amy shook her head. “I guess I deserved that, but no, that’s not what I’m saying. If you want to call me and have time, I’d love to hear from you. If you don’t have the time, or merely don’t want to call, I promise not to take your lack of calling as a personal rejection. How’s that?”He chuckled. “I think you’re right. I think we don’t know each other as well as we thought we did. I’m going to leave now, before I make an even bigger ass of myself.”Amy sighed and watched him through her window until he drove out of her parking lot. Then she slid to the floor, exhausted. She had gone from letting Marva’s beauty consul
Amy regained her wits as she did her breath—slowly. The warm weight of Riley Sinclair anchored her where she lay. Was he the anchor she’d beenseeking all her life? The person with whom she could put down roots?Her heart, so recently slowed to normal, gave a leap. She wouldn’t make the mistake she’d seen so many of her friends make, that of thinking one night of good sex—okay, mind-numbing sex—meant happily ever after.She tightened her arms around Riley’s shoulders, still not sure of her own emotions, let alone his.“You’re thinking too hard.” She gave a start. “What?”He pushed himself up onto his forearms and cradled her face in his hands. “I guess I know you better than I thought. Right now you’re trying to decide if this means we know what we’re doing.”“Home builder, child rearer and now mind reader?” She ran her hands up and down his arms. “Or are you thinking the same thing?”“I won’t be capable of rational thought for a while yet.”She smiled and stared at his chin to avoid
She chuckled at his thick Gypsy accent. “Good point. However, they never predict a woman will meet a man who’s short, pale and ugly, either. He’s always tall, dark and handsome.”By tacit agreement, the talk did not return to the subject of we. They finished their dessert, then drove to a nearby multiplex movie theater. They couldn’t decide which movie to see. In the end, they nixed the love story, the romantic comedy, the family Christmas movie, the war epic, and went for the movie with no elements that spoke to their personal situation—a safe, sensible science-fiction action thriller.It was just their luck that there was a hot, erotic love scene near the end of the movie. The kind of scene that sent hot blood pulsing in intimate places. Riley and Amy both stared studiously at the screen, each making certain not to catch the other’s eye. But they would probably have bruises from the tightness of their grip on each other’s hand.They were silent on the way home. Not even the radio br
“I’m learning that,” she said. “Ernie the mailman says Jack over at the hardware store drank too much and wrecked his daddy’s car last week.”“Yup. And he had Ernie’s cousin’s daughter with him. Which explains why Ernie’s telling everyone in town. Jack’s lucky that Ernie doesn’t have a shotgun.”“Considering what Marva thought of me this time last week, I’m pretty glad she doesn’t, either.”“So,” he asked a moment later. “This isn’t what Marva helped you pick out, is it?”“Yes, it is. I know nothing about style or fashion. She and Darnelle basically had their way with me,” she added with a slight shudder.Riley laughed at her. “Maybe Marva’s getting smarter with the years. I would have thought she’d go for ruffles and bows and lace.”“She might have, but I reminded her I’m a crack shot with an M-16, and I know where she lives.”Riley laughed, then shook his head. “I wish Cindy had something like that she could hold over Marva’s head, and that she’d use it.”“Cindy? Why?”“I’m afraid s