‘Thirty or I’m not going to mess with it. And you’ll have seventy five per cent of nothin’.’‘Thirty,’ she conceded. Getting into her pants hadn’t softened his bargaining savvy, she observed.In one quick motion his hand caught hers, hanging between them at her side, wrapping it warmly, squeezing it. Surprised and thrilled at the contact, she looked up into his eyes, smiling. His eyes were intense and compelling, and she glimpsed the tenderness, the lingering intimacy, the silent promise of more. She felt as though he’d reached out and put his hand on her heart.He leaned closer. ‘This is business, Sierra. Onething doesn’t have anything to do with the other. I can’t afford to let it.’His tactics reminded her disturbingly of her father’s, and a thread of trepidation coiled inside her as she wondered what might happened if these two strong men ever confronted one another. Father’s statement that he’d rather see her dead than with Matt Rollins echoed in her head. William Ross wasn’t pr
‘Scared as hell, but I ain’t got no other road to take. I’ve made my peace.’- - -The sound of hammering interspersed with the intermittent whine of the electric saw echoed across the open fields. Early winter darkness was stealing across the horizon. Peering through her back window, Sierra strained to see Matt. He appeared as a dark speck in the distance, tossing boards around in the corner of the corral.Her arms folded across her chest, she jutted her bottom lip and paced. Ever since he’d mentioned his intention of going to Sam’s, she’d worried over how he might take the news of Sam’s illness. Now, she knew Sam must have told him. Well aware of how Matt admired the grizzled old rancher, she sensed how deeply he must he hurting inside. She longed to comfort Matt, cushion the pain he must be feeling. But he hadn’t come to her with it, as she’d been hoping he would.Damn him. A tractor could run over him and he’d refuse an anesthetic. He held his pain inside, but then he’d been train
Matt would never forget the way Daddy stood there beaming down on Dylan, grinning at him as though he’d burst with pride.Suddenly, Leeann paused from hugging her new doll. ‘Where’s Matt’s present. Daddy?’ she asked.As Matt peered inside the truck and saw no more presents on the seat, a thick lump began forming in his throat. Time seemed frozen as Lester Rollins shifted his stance, shuffling in the mud and leveling his gaze on his second oldest. He cleared his throat. ‘Sorry, Matt. I couldn’t find nothin’ to suit ya, and I was pressed for time. I’ll make it up to you later.’Matt felt his brothers and sisters staring at him. He didn’t know what to say. He wished the earth would open up and swallow him. Not for a minute could he believe he’d been left out accidentally.‘It doesn’t matter,’ he sputtered, refusing to let the old man see he hurt so bad he wanted to cry, determined not to spoil this for the other kids. He knew as dead sure as tomorrow was Christmas Daddy had no intention
Cursing himself because his life was getting more complicated every minute and because he’d been remembering how good her lithe body had felt next to his without realizing the memory had him smiling like a damn fool, he headed for the ladder.‘I was just admiring how good you look, getting one last eyeful before you fall off that ladder and kill yourself,’ he called up to her. ‘Don’t you have a lick of common sense?’Each time he was around Sierra, his emotions heightened. Despite his expertise in blocking out disturbing feelings, when it came to her he always felt too much.Reaching the ladder’s base and bracing it, he called up to her again. ‘Sierra, what the blazes are you doing up there?’As she looked down, he saw the strand of multicolored lights in her hand, and he glanced briefly at the pile of boxes stacked on the front porch. At first he’d thought they contained trash, but now he noticed a plastic snowman peeping over the rim of one. Glory! Christmas decorations. More holida
‘I don’t think that’s what you really want,’ she accused. She feared he was right, that it was too late for them. But to have something as precious as this . . . she refused to believe there couldn’t be a way.With his shirt hanging open, he stepped into his briefs. ‘To tell you the truth, darlin’, I don’t know what I want, and I can’t see any point in dragging you into all that.’He looked down on her, lying on her side across the bed, her skin flushed and shimmering from their lovemaking. He loved the shape of her body, the ruddy hue of her skin. Fresh passion stirred in his loins.Bending down, he pulled the sheet over her nakedness. ‘I feel something with you I’ve never felt with anyone else,’ he confessed. ‘But you deserve better than me, you always have, and we’ve both always known it. Isn’t that why you were crying the last time? That’s why I didn’t want this to happen again.’She caught hold of his arm. ‘Matthew, I wasn’t crying because I regretted what we’d done.’‘I saw your
‘Sometimes I just feel things. Don’t you ever wake up in the morning and know it’s gonna be a good day or a bad day?’‘No. I’m always surprised.’She shook her head. Matt studied his sister’s face. Beneath the forced brightness, her face was laced by dark lines of fatigue. This was the first evening he could remember that she hadn’t gone back to the hospital.‘Don’t take it so lightly. That’s the trouble with you. You see signs and ignore them. The morning of Jerry’s accident, I woke up dreamin’ I answered the phone and it was the hospital callin’ to say he’d been hurt. All day I tried to shake it off, you know, disregard it as nonsense like you’re doin’. Then that evenin’ it really happened. I kept hopin’ I’d wake up again and find I was still dreamin’.’He set a hand on her shoulder. She flashed him a strained smile.‘Ma was right about there bein’ some things in life that control us and we can’t do nothin’ about them. But I keep thinkin’ if I’d believed, made Jerry stay home . . .’
‘After you left, I never really saw Sierra around town until her baby was several months old. Odd, that Ben’s family was so hot to announce their son’s engagement in the newspaper yet never sent in their grandson’s birth announcement.’‘Maybe you just missed reading the paper one day. Leeann, that boy is not my son. I would never have run off if he were. I never wanted kids, but I’m not that much of a coward that I would have abandoned Sierra and let another man pretend to be my kid’s father.’‘I don’t believe you would have, either. Maybe she just neglected to tell you so you wouldn’t interfere with her marrying Ben. How can you be so sure?’‘Sierra would never have lied to me about that.’‘After all she’s done to you, you trust her so much? Why did she marry Ben so quick? Maybe she used your baby to get Ben to marry her. Some women do things like that.’‘Not Sierra. She was young and beautiful and smart and rich. She didn’t have to trick anyone into marrying her.’‘If you’re so sure
With her hair at such an awkward length, she hadn’t been able to do much with it. After extensive experiments, she’d shaped a mass of curls at the top, allowing them to frame her face. She couldn’t help remembering how she’d once worn her hair, flowing long and free down her back. Matt had always loved it that way. He used to delight in running his hands through her tresses. But Ben had preferred the more sophisticated look of a shorter haircut. She had decided to let her hair grow out again.She couldn’t help wondering if she hadn’t made a terrible mistake, telling Matt she loved him. But pretending she didn’t was too hard. Let him go if he must, but this time he’d know exactly what he was walking away from.She heard rustling behind the curtain, teachers’ hushed voices, and she knew the young actors were taking their places for the opening scene. By now, she thought she knew every movement, every lineby heart. Turning again, she scanned the back of the auditorium, hoping to catch M