“Dixie?”“Yes?”“I might have his heart, and I might have come here because of his sons, but I’m not him. Do you understand what I’m saying?”“I never thought you were him,” she claimed.“Just so you don’t start looking for any more of his traits in me. I came here for the boys. Just to make sure they were all right since losing their father. I stayed because, yes, they were all right, because their mother made sure of it. I’ve stayed because of you, Dixie.”Dixie’s vision blurred. “What are you saying?”“I’m saying that the only thing I have now of Jimmy Don’s is a physical organ. The feelings I have for you, for the boys, are mine, not his. They have nothing to do with cellular memory or transplanted organs.”She swallowed again. “How do you know? How can you be sure?”“It’s easy,” he said with a shrug. “I just ask myself, if I’d met you before I got sick, would I feel the same way. The answer is…absolutely.”Dixie let out a breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. “Maybe you’d bett
When Dixie called the boys home, she asked Pops to come with them. When she got her sons into the tub, she took Pops to the kitchen, where the boys, who were not silent bathers by any means, would not overhear. There, once Pops was seated at the kitchen table with a dish of peach cobbler to work on, she told him first about Wade’s true background and identity.Unlike her, Pops didn’t feel the least deceived. He laughed. “Ha! I knew there was more to that boy than he was lettin’ on. Rich, you say?”“Filthy rich.”“And him washing our dishes.” He laughed again and shook his head. “Did he say why he was here?”“Yes, he did.” She told him the rest, about Wade’s heart transplant, and where his new heart came from.Pops cried. His tears were a mixture of renewed grief at the loss of his only grandson, and pride that a part of Jimmy Don lived on in another person. More than one person, most likely.“That’s something, isn’t it?” He wiped the moisture from his cheeks and eyes. “I’m so proud of
Wade paused on the other side of the counter and blatantly eavesdropped.“Sell the paper?” Ima said, shocked. “Is this true, William?”“Don’t you think it’s past time for a new voice in this town? It’s time I retired, if I can find the right buyer,” Gray said. “I promised my wife when we married that one day we’d live in paradise. As much as I love this town, paradise it’s not. She’s got her heart set on Hawaii.”Wade had to assume that Bill Gray had a good financial planner for him to be able to retire in Hawaii. There wasn’t a great deal of profit, if any, in small-town weekly newspapers these days.“What a fine man you are, William,” Ima said, “to keep such a promise to your wife. Just do this town a favor and try not to sell the paper to some big conglomerate who’ll manage it from New York, or someplace like that. We need a paper that’s purely local.”“I’ve been worried about that very thing,” Gray said.“Order up!” Dixie called as she slapped the bell signaling an order was ready
Now if he didn’t find the right words for what he had to say, he could hurt Ben and Tate, and that was absolutely the last thing on earth he wanted to do. So, please God, let the right words be there for him.He started up Dixie’s street, and there they were, those two bright, happy, fun boys of hers, running toward him as if he was their best friend in the world and they hadn’t seen him in years.It had been two hours. “Wade! Wade!”“Mom says you’re coming for supper.” “Flowers? What’re those for?” Ben asked.Tate jabbed his older brother in the ribs with his elbow. “That’s what guys do, they bring flowers to the lady when they have supper.”“What do you know.” Ben shoved Tate away. “Do you know what etiquette is?” Wade asked.Dancing around and beside him as he walked up the street, the boys snorted and giggled.“That’s like, Don’t talk with your mouth full,” Ben said. “Yeah, and saying please and thank you,” Tate added.“That’s right,” Wade said. “It also means that when a lady inv
“Why not?” Wade said.“What about the tongue? Would they want Tippy’s tongue?”Wade smiled at Tate’s sudden enthusiasm. “I don’t know. It would depend on whether or not another dog needed a new one, I guess. Would all that be all right with you guys?”“Sure,” Tate said.“It’s the same as organ donation in people, right?”“You know about that?” Wade asked. “About people donating their organs when they die?”“Sure,” Ben said.Dixie ran her fingers through Ben’s hair. “Where did you learn about organ transplants, honey?”“I dunno.” Ben shrugged and flopped his hands out. “School. We talked about it a lot last year when the teacher’s daddy had a kidney transplant up in Dallas.”“How about you?” Dixie asked Tate. “Did you talk about this at school, too?”“Sure,” he said with a shrug. “But that was about people. We didn’t talk about dogs.”“Okay, wise guy,” Dixie said to Wade with a smile. “Now you have to turn it around.”“I’ve got it,” he told her. “Would it surprise you boys to know that
“Mom?”Dixie stopped in the bedroom doorway in the act of turning off the light. She’d just put her boys to bed and kissed them good-night, twice. “What is it, Ben?”“Do you mind that they cut Dad up and took out his heart to save Wade?”“No,” she said softly. “I don’t mind at all, honey, because I know it’s what your dad wanted. He wanted his organs to go to people who needed them after he was through with them.”“I guess that ol’ taxicab saw to it that he was through with them, huh?” piped up Tate.The resilience of children never ceased to amaze her. She was still shaky on the inside, and they were so matter-of-fact about it all. “It sure did, Tater. Now, you two need to get to sleep.”“G’night, Mom.”“’Night, Mom.”“’Night-’night, sweethearts. I love you.”Dixie turned off the light, stepped out of the room and pulled the door closed. She leaned her back against it and closed her eyes, saying a quick but heartfelt prayer of gratitude that the boys seemed to have understood about t
“I went to the track and ran.”“Oh, well, it was none of my business, anyway. I shouldn’t have just dropped in on you this way. Shouldn’t have presumed—”“Dixie.” His voice was softer than the air around her. His fingers touching her cheek sent a shiver of heat racing down her spine. “You can presume anything you want about me. Or you can just ask. Or drop by and sit on my stoop whenever you want.”She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. She stepped back far enough that his hand dropped away from her face. All she could think to say was, “Okay.”“Come on in.” He pushed the door open and motioned her inside. “It’s not much, but it’s home.”She knew she should turn around and go home, but she found herself stepping through the door and into his apartment. “Not much” was an understatement. From what she could see, there were only two rooms, and they were small. There was a water stain on the ceiling. The furniture must have come with the place; she couldn’t imagine Wade purchasing the worn
And she was, he thought. She was trim and tight, her muscles toned from keeping up with two boys, an old man, a business and hundreds of customers. His hand wasn’t quite steady when he reached for the snap on her jeans.She pushed his hands away. “My turn.” She unbuttoned his shirt. Her fingers fumbled the job a couple of times, and it warmed him all the way through.They stood there in the lamplight beside the bed, two people, both nervous, both eager, cherishing each other and the new love they’d found. When she opened his shirt and saw the long, thick scar down his chest, she nearly wept.“I’m so sorry they had to do this to you. But I’m so grateful, too.” She placed her hand over his heart and felt the strong, steady beat. “It’s a good heart, for a good man.”Wade felt her words seep clear into his bones.They finished undressing each other, and he took her down onto the bed, where he braced himself above her on his forearms. “Are you sure you want to do this?”She met his gaze sq
“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