CHAPTER 9
DUSK SETTLED COMFORTABLY OVER THE Yellow Rose Ranch. Caroline stood on the porch, savoring the beauty of the sunset and the peace of a Sunday evening. Within minutes the moon would rise to greet her, and a million twinkling stars would nod their welcome.
Grady joined her, standing behind her to slip his arms around her waist. In less than a week they would become husband and wife. As the wedding approached, Caroline tried not to become sidetracked by the events concerning Richard. He’d robbed her and Grady of so much already. All she wanted now was to blend her life with Grady’s.
“I thought I’d find you out here,” he whispered close to her ear.
She hugged his arms. “I needed a moment of solitude.”
“We both do.” Grady exhaled slowly. “So much has happened in the past few days it’s hard to take it all in.”
Savannah and Laredo had moved into their new home. At the same time, Caroline and Maggie had made the transition from their rented house in the city to the ranch house with Grady. They’d spent all day hauling boxes from one place to the other. Later in the afternoon Laredo and Savannah had driven to Austin to visit Richard and had yet to return.
“Maggie’s asleep,” Grady said, nuzzling her neck.
Caroline closed her eyes, cherishing these moments alone with the man she loved. It was a rare pleasure these last hectic days before the wedding.
“I’m looking forward to just the two of us being together,” she told him. Away from the worries about Richard, the wedding, the hard work of merging one household with another. They’d decided to take a four-day honeymoon in Galveston, and just then, getting away seemed to Caroline like a small slice of heaven.
“You’re not the only one anticipating our honeymoon!” Grady chuckled softly. “It’s beginning to feel like Grand Central Station around here.”
“This time next week I’ll be your wife.”
“And I’ll be your husband,” Grady said, as if he still had trouble thinking of himself that way. “I swear there’s something happening in Promise this year.”
“How do you mean?”
“All the weddings.” Grady sounded incredulous. “It started with Savannah and Laredo.”
“Then Ellie and Glen.”
“Now it’ll be us.”
“I have a sneaking suspicion who’s going to be next.” Caroline nudged Grady lightly with her elbow. “Cal and Jane.” She’d watched them the day Richard was discovered in Bitter End and recognized the signs. She suspected they were only now becoming aware of their feelings for each other. Caroline had noticed something else, too—the rough edges of Cal’s personality seemed to be wearing smooth. Perhaps even more telling were the changes Caroline had noticed in Jane. The California native had become one of them. A Texan at heart.
The last time Ellie had stopped by the post office to collect her mail, she’d mentioned that Cal was giving Jane horseback-riding lessons. Caroline would bet that the good doctor was becoming familiar with more than horses. Jane Dickinson had the look. “Yes,” she said softly. “Cal and Jane.”
“You’re suggesting Cal’s in love?” Grady shook his head. “No way!”
“We’ll see,” Caroline said confidently. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they announced their engagement before the end of the year.”
Grady responded by snickering in her ear. “Boy, are you off base with that one. Cal and I’ve been best friends for years. If he was thinking of getting married, don’t you think he’d mention it to me?”
“Not necessarily.”
“You don’t know Cal and me—we’re like this.” He crossed two fingers and waved them under her nose. “Close.”
“Uh-huh.”
“So,” Grady said with conviction, “if Cal was interested in a woman, I’d be the first to know. We don’t have secrets from each other.”
“Oh, really?” Caroline tried but couldn’t keep the sarcasm out of her voice.
“Damn straight.”
“Then answer me this,” she said smugly. “When did you tell Cal you were in love with me?”
His silence was answer enough.
“Well, I’m waiting.” She turned to face him, hooked her arms around his neck and tilted back her head to get a good look at his face.
Grady’s eyes avoided hers. “That’s not a fair question.”
“Why isn’t it?”
“Because…well, because it took me a long time to figure out how I felt about you and even longer to act on it. That being the case, I couldn’t very well say anything to Cal.”
Caroline rolled her eyes for effect.
“Hey,” Grady argued, “the man is always the last to know.”
Her cocky grin was wasted on him. “My point exactly. Cal won’t mention his feelings for Jane until he’s ready to put an engagement ring on her finger. Trust me on this, Weston.”
“Is that right,” he muttered.
“That’s right.”
“And how did you get so smart?”
“Practice,” she teased and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Lots and lots of practice.”
His eyes grew dark and sexy as he focused his gaze on her lips. Slowly he lowered his mouth to hers in a kiss that was open, purposeful and hungry.
The kiss was wonderful. Being right was nice—but not nearly as satisfying as two minutes in the arms of the man she loved.
* * *
JANE SAT AT HER DESK reviewing her appointment schedule for the following day. She was nearly finished and eager to escape the office for her next riding lesson. In truth it was Cal she really wanted to see, not Atta Girl, fond though she was of the horse. They’d been making steady progress, and when she arrived these days, it wasn’t unusual for Atta Girl to gallop to the fence to greet her.
The time Jane spent at the ranch had lengthened to include dinner on her lesson days. Since Cal wouldn’t accept payment for teaching her to ride, she’d taken it upon herself to cook his meal afterward. She experimented with traditional Texas recipes, but introduced some “California cuisine,” too.
More and more Jane found herself looking forward to being with Cal. This evening she planned to create a special meal, complete with birthday cake and candles. Cal had no way of knowing it was her birthday—but he was the person she wanted to spend it with.
“Do you need anything else?” Jenny Bender, her receptionist, asked a few minutes later.
“Not a thing, Jenny, thanks—and thanks again for the flowers.” How Jenny had learned about her birthday, Jane could only guess.
“I’ll be heading out, then,” Jenny said. “The answering service is on.”
As soon as Jane was finished, she locked up the clinic and hurried to her house. The white lab coat was replaced with a freshly laundered snap shirt, and her skirt with comfortable slim-leg jeans. Cal had found an old pair of chaps and she strapped those on over the jeans, then reached for her hat and gloves. She was two minutes from walking out when she heard the doorbell.
Groaning inwardly at the delay, Jane answered the door.
“Surprise!” Her mother and father stood on the other side, their faces revealing guileless pleasure at surprising her.
“Happy birthday, darling,” her mother said.
Jane stood there, too shocked to do anything more than stare.
“My goodness,” her father said. “Look at you!”
Jane hugged her mother and kissed her father’s cheek. “What do you think?” she asked and whirled around to let them have the full effect of her transformation.
“I love it!” her mother cried.
“Cowboy chic,” her father added with a grin.
Jane brought them both into the living room. “What are you doing in Texas?”
“Your father’s attending a conference in Oklahoma City starting on Wednesday. We decided that since we were going to be this close, it’d only be a hop, skip and a jump to come by and surprise you for your birthday.”
Jane had to admit she was surprised, all right.
“We’ve come to take you to dinner,” her father said. He handed her an envelope, which she knew contained a check. “Happy birthday, honey.”
“Thanks, Dad, Mom. I can’t believe you’re really here!” She took a deep breath. “Where are you staying?”
“Your father found a quaint little bed-and-breakfast place here in town.”
“Cal’s parents own that,” Jane said excitedly.
“The same Cal you’ve been telling us about?” Her mother raised her eyebrows.
“One and the same. Mom, Dad, would you mind if I invited him to join us? I don’t know if he can, since it’s such short notice, but I do want you to meet him.”
“A cowboy?” her father asked.
“One of the best you’re likely to meet,” she said. “A real cowboy.”
“You’re not falling in love with him, are you?”
“Dad, please! I’m a big girl now and I can make my own decisions.”
“Fine, but remember you belong in California, not Texas.”
Jane’s excitement dimmed as she felt the pressure building inside her. From the time she’d been accepted into medical school, everyone had assumed she’d join her uncle’s practice. Everyone including Jane. She wasn’t so sure anymore. Cal had said that once her commitment to the government was satisfied, he knew she’d return to California. She’d neither confirmed nor denied it. She couldn’t because she didn’t know herself. She knew what was expected of her, but her heart had begun to tell her something different. She loved her work at the clinic. It had taken time and effort to become part of this community, and now that she’d established friendships, she didn’t want to leave. Nothing needed to be decided right now, she realized that. But the reminder was one she’d rather ignore, especially since she’d never mentioned her uncle Ken to Cal.
“Is this what you’ve been wearing for your riding lessons?” Her mother wanted to know.
She nodded, proud of her accomplishments.
“Don’t get too acclimatized,” her father said in a heavyhanded attempt at humor that did nothing to disguise his message.
“Dad, would you stop? I’ll be back in just a minute,” she said. The phone in the kitchen offered some privacy. She punched out Cal’s number and waited through four long rings before he answered.
“You’re coming, aren’t you?” he asked immediately.
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
It thrilled her to hear how disappointed he sounded. “My parents arrived unexpectedly to take me to dinner. They’d like to meet you,” she said, stretching the truth, but only a little. “Can you drive into town and join us at the Chili Pepper?”
He hesitated, then said, “I’ll need an hour before I can get there.”
“We’ll wait,” she promised, eager for her family to meet the man who’d come to mean so much to her.
When she hung up, Jane discovered that her mother had entered the kitchen. Impulsively Jane hugged her.
“You’re happy, aren’t you?” Stephanie Dickinson observed.
Jane knew that her parents had worried about her move to Texas, especially in the beginning before she’d made friends. It was the first time she’d lived more than an hour from her family home, the first time she’d been so completely on her own.
“I’m anxious for you to meet Cal,” she said, clasping both her mother’s hands. She wanted this meeting to go well on both sides, although she wasn’t ready to share her feelings for Cal with anyone yet, not even her mother.
“Didn’t you say his parents are the owners of the bed-and-breakfast? They certainly seem like nice people. They’re packing for a cruise, and apparently they leave in the morning.”
“They’re wonderful.” So was Cal, but she didn’t mention that. Jane had met Mary and Phil the night she’d first played bingo and had seen them a number of times since. They were warm gracious folk whose personalities were perfectly suited to operating a bed-and-breakfast.
“You’re not really serious about this cowpoke, are you?” her father asked, entering the kitchen.
“Daddy!”
“Don’t go losing your heart to a cowboy,” her father teased, kissing her soundly on both cheeks. “I can’t get over the sight of you in all this cowboy gear. I don’t know if I’d have recognized you.”
Smiling, Jane went along with his silliness, realizing suddenly how much she missed her parents. She knew her dad could be a little too obvious in his remarks; she also knew he loved her and cared about her welfare.
After changing out of the riding clothes and into a skirt and sweater, she brewed a pot of coffee. The three of them sat in the living room visiting while they waited for Cal. Jane showed them her photographs of Bitter End, and they enjoyed a vigorous discussion of theories about its abandonment.
The instant the doorbell chimed Jane was on her feet. She was unaccountably nervous about Cal’s meeting her parents.
“Hi,” he said in his soft Texas drawl.
“Hi,” Jane returned and held open the screen door for him. Cal looked incredibly attractive, in jeans, polished boots, a white Western shirt and tweed jacket; she’d hardly ever seen him so formally dressed. Since their trip to Bitter End, her feelings for him had solidified. He’d been supportive and helpful, and later, after Richard Weston was airlifted to the hospital in Austin, he’d sat and talked with her. Among other things, he’d told her about Richard Weston’s family history. His willingness to do this, to share a part of himself and his community, revealed that he’d come to trust her. It meant more to her than fifty riding lessons and a hundred bingo wins.
“Mom, Dad,” she said, taking Cal by the hand and leading him into the room. “This is Cal Patterson.”
Her father stood and the two of them exchanged hearty handshakes. Cal held a bouquet of flowers in his left hand, which he gave to her mother.
“You mean to say those aren’t for me?” Jane teased, setting her hands on her hips in mock outrage.
Cal flashed her a sexy grin and she blushed. Jane could actually feel the heat enter her cheeks. Only one man was capable of doing this to her, and that was Cal.
“I thought we’d take Mom and Dad to the Chili Pepper,” Jane said. “It’s the best barbecue in town,” she explained to her parents.
“Great. A chance to taste authentic Texas barbecue,” her father said jovially.
“Do they have a low-fat menu?” her mother asked.
“No.” Jane was adamant. “And don’t ask for dressing on the side, either.”
“But, Jane—”
“Mother, trust me on this.”
“All right, all right,” her mother said.
Although the restaurant was only a few blocks away, her father insisted on driving. Since Cal and Jane had been in to eat a couple of times, the hostess greeted them by name and led them to a booth.
“The music’s a little loud, isn’t it?” her father complained the minute they were seated.
“They like it that way here,” Jane said.
“That country music’s got a real twang to it.” Her mother grimaced as if she could barely stand to hear it.
“I was afraid you were going to develop an accent,” her father added, “and you’d end up sounding like that girl who’s singing now.”
Jane offered Cal an apologetic smile, trying to convey that her parents didn’t mean to be condescending. He nodded reassuringly.
A Willie Nelson song came on, and as usual, everyone in the restaurant sang along, Jane included. Her parents lowered their menus and stared, transfixed by the boisterous songfest. The instant the tune ended, patrons and waiters went about their business again.
“This is Willie Nelson country,” Jane explained.
“Everyone in California feels the same way about the Beach Boys,” her mother said.
“Although I wouldn’t call them boys anymore,” her father put in, and this time Cal and Jane both laughed.
They ordered their drinks—beer for everyone except Stephanie who was having iced tea, “with fresh lemons,” she’d specified.
“Can’t decide, Mom?” Jane asked.
“It’s all…so…”
“Western,” Jane supplied.
Her mother nodded.
“Mom, you aren’t going to find nouvelle cuisine in Promise.”
“Oh, all right,” Stephanie Dickinson said with a sigh, closing her menu. “I’ll have a salad. I just hope they serve a decent avocado.”
It was all Jane could do not to groan out loud. Especially since she was uncomfortably reminded of her own attitude a few months ago.
Her father was the conversationalist in the family and he began telling a story about stopping at a service station in a small town outside San Antonio. “I asked this old geezer how far it was to Promise and he said—” her father paused for effect “—it was down yonder.” He laughed until his eyes watered. “Then he corrected himself and said it was way down yonder.”
Jane noted that Cal didn’t laugh nearly as hard. “Dad,” she said, “this is Texas.”
“I know, I know. When in Rome—”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Their meals arrived—three orders of barbecue and one green salad—and Jane relaxed as they began to eat.
“Did you know it’s Jane’s birthday?” her father asked when they were nearly finished.
“Dad!”
“As a matter of fact, I did,” Cal said. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small square box wrapped in white paper with a gold bow.
“Who told you?” Jane asked him.
He hesitated, then confessed, “Jenny.”
“My receptionist,” Jane told her parents.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” her mother asked, eyeing the box.
“It’s not an engagement ring, is it?” her father chided. “I don’t want a cowpoke to steal my little girl’s heart.”
“Dad!” Jane hurriedly removed the paper. Inside the jeweler’s box was a Black Hills gold pendant and chain. Jane lifted her gaze to Cal’s. “Thank you,” she whispered. “It’s beautiful.”
For a second it was only the two of them. His eyes held hers for the sweetest moment. “So are you,” he said, for her ears only.
Jane removed the necklace from its cotton bed and Cal helped her put it on. When he’d finished, Jane noticed that her mother and father were watching them closely.
“So…you’ve adjusted to Texas?” her father asked unnecessarily.
“I like it here.”
“Her attitude changed the night she won the Blackout Bingo jackpot,” Cal told them.
“You played bingo?” Her mother looked aghast.
“We all do, just about every Friday night.” Jane knew they didn’t really understand that bingo was one of the few entertainment choices in a town the size of Promise.
“You’re joking, I hope.” This from her father.
“I bowl, too.” Only once, but her family didn’t have to know that.
Her mother gasped.
Jane laughed and squeezed Cal’s hand. Oh, yes, their attitude was very much what her own had been like when she arrived here. She truly understood now, for the first time, why her reception in town had been cool. “It’s another one of those when-in-Rome things.”
“Just don’t bring these Texas habits with you when you come home,” her father said. “I can’t imagine what Ken will think.”
“Ken is Harry’s brother,” her mother explained. “Jane will be joining him at his medical clinic when she’s finished her assignment here.”
“Eventually he’s going to make our little girl a full partner,” her father said proudly and smiled at her. Jane gave him a feeble smile in return, wishing they’d kept this information to themselves.
“I see,” Cal said.
Jane felt him stiffen, and when she squeezed his hand again he didn’t respond by squeezing her fingers back. She should have known this would happen, should have explained to Cal long before now about her uncle Ken. She would have, if she’d known what to say. Now he’d been hit with the information at the worst possible moment. She couldn’t explain or reassure, not with her parents there. She’d lost her chance to tell him tactfully and in her own way.
They all rode back in the car to Jane’s house, and her parents left shortly afterward, promising to stop by the health clinic the next morning, before they drove on to Oklahoma.
“I need to go, too,” Cal said, disappointing Jane. She’d hoped they’d have some time alone together.
“You can’t stay a few minutes?” she pressed.
“No.”
“You’ll phone later?” she asked as she walked him to the door.
“I’ll try,” he said noncommittally.
“I’d like to explain what my parents said about me joining my uncle Ken’s medical practice. I apologize for not mentioning it sooner. Nothing’s for sure yet, and—”
“We’ll talk about that later.”
“All right,” she mumbled, her heart sinking. His look told her everything. He was angry now, and felt betrayed, and it would be best to let him sort through his feelings before they talked this out. “Thank you for the necklace,” she told him, and despite his being upset with her, kissed him soundly on the lips.
* * *
HE REALLY KNEW how to pick ’em, Cal decided, not for the first time. Jennifer, and now Jane. He must have a weakness for deceptive city girls. At least he hadn’t made the mistake this time of asking the woman to marry him.
From this point forward he was determined to avoid all women whose names started with the letter J.
Cal sat out on the porch in the moonlight and reviewed the evening. He’d been looking forward to meeting Jane’s parents, but it hadn’t taken him long to discover that the elder Dickinsons viewed him and the entire population of Promise as hicks. However, he could live with that. What he couldn’t live with was Jane’s plans to join her uncle’s medical practice. She might have said something herself, and a hell of a lot sooner. He could only assume she’d kept the information from him on purpose. She intended to go back to California, just the way he’d claimed; it sounded as though her life was already planned for her. Planned years into the future, with no room for someone like him.
His forehead pounded with an increasingly painful headache. Cal walked inside and turned on the kitchen light. Obviously he needed to have his head examined. Not because of the headache, but because he was fool enough to make the same mistake twice. Only this time it hurt more.
This time his heart was fully involved and he’d started to dream again.
* * *
CAL EXPECTED Jane to show up the following afternoon and she did. A few minutes before five he heard the familiar sound of her car; fortifying himself, he stepped out of the barn, eager to get this confrontation over with.
“Hello,” she called, closing her car door. She was dressed in her shirt and jeans and looked as brightly beautiful as a rodeo princess. He wanted to remember her like this.
“Hi,” he said, keeping all emotion out of his voice.
“Thanks for being so patient with my parents last night,” she said. “I can’t believe some of the things they said.”
They stood a few feet apart, a little awkwardly.
She sighed and glanced sheepishly at him. “I realized I sounded just like them not so long ago.”
“You’re right, you did.” He wasn’t going to disagree with her.
“But I came around, with a little help from my friends.”
He nodded.
“Mostly from Dovie and you. Ellie, too.”
He didn’t respond.
“I’m here for my lesson,” she said as if she needed to remind him.
“I’m afraid there won’t be one today.”
Disappointment flashed from her eyes. “Oh.”
“You should have phoned first.”
“I…I…” She nodded. “You’re right, I should have. Do you have time for a cup of coffee?”
His initial thought was to refuse her and hope she’d be smart enough to figure it out for herself. But he suspected it would take more than the cold shoulder for a woman as stubborn as Jane to get the message.
“All right, I’ll make time for coffee,” he said, although he wasn’t happy about it. He wanted her off his ranch and out of his life now, while he had the strength to let her leave.
He walked into the house, reheated the coffee and poured them each a mug. He carried the mugs out to the porch; no need to sit inside on an afternoon as pleasant as this.
“You didn’t mention going into partnership with your uncle when you finished your assignment here,” he said bluntly.
“No,” she said. “It’s always been accepted by the family that I would and—”
“It’s all right, Jane, you don’t need to explain it to me.”
Her relief was obvious. “I should have said something much sooner, I know, but I didn’t want you to get the wrong idea.”
He stared into the distance, training his eyes on the rolling hills nestled against the horizon. It was either that or look at her, and he didn’t think he could do that and still say what he had to say.
“You’re a very good doctor,” he began, and the compliment was sincere. “If I hadn’t realized that earlier, you proved it the day we found Richard Weston.”
“Thank you.”
“You’ll be a valuable asset to your uncle’s practice.”
“I’m not quite sure that’s what…” She faltered, and he could see she was having a difficult time.
“Listen, Jane, I’ve been doing some thinking and I believe it’d be best if we suspended our lessons.”
His words were met with stunned silence. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”
“Very.”
“Just because I might be joining my uncle’s medical practice? I haven’t even made up my mind about that! I wish you’d hear me out first.”
“No.” This was important. “Because you belong in California.”
“Hogwash.”
“You might adapt to life here in Texas for a while, but it isn’t going to last. The writing’s on the wall.”
“And just when did you become a handwriting expert?”
“Last night.”
She snorted. “Oh, come on, Ca—”
Cal interrupted her. “I was wrong. You aren’t Dr. Texas, you’re Dr. Big City. Big plans. Big bucks, platinum charge cards, high-powered friends.”
Jane vaulted to her feet, spilling her coffee on the porch. “Don’t give me that, Phillip Calvin Patterson.”
He was surprised she knew his full name, but this wasn’t the time to ask how come she did.
“You know what the real problem is, don’t you?” She dragged in a deep breath, preparing to answer her own question. “You’re a coward.”
“I’m not going to trade insults with you, if that’s what you’re looking for,” he said.
“I’m not stupid.”
“I didn’t say you were.”
Hands on her hips, she threw her head back and glared at the sky. “You might as well have said it,” she returned, calmer now. “I love you and I’m fairly certain you feel the same way about me.”
“You’re taking a lot for granted.”
“Perhaps, I am,” she agreed, “but if you’re idiotic enough to send me away because you’re afraid…”
His eyes flared at the word.
“Afraid,” she repeated, “then you’re a fool, as well.”
“It might be best if you left,” he said. His head was beginning to pound again. He wasn’t up to dealing with a tirade.
“If that’s what you want, I will. And I won’t be back—”
“That’s what I was hoping,” he said and hated himself for being so cruel.
“—unless you ask,” she finished as though he hadn’t spoken.
With her head held high, she walked in the direction of her parked car, then stopped halfway across the yard. For a moment he figured she was planning to argue with him some more, but he was wrong. Instead, she turned toward the corral where Atta Girl stood, her sleek neck stretched over the top rail.
Jane stroked the mare’s nose and whatever she said apparently met with Atta Girl’s approval, because the animal nodded and snorted. Climbing onto the bottom fence rail, Jane put her arms around Atta Girl’s neck and hugged her. Then she leaped down, stroked Atta Girl’s nose again and walked over to her car and climbed inside.
A minute later she was gone. She’d retained her dignity—and his heart.