Texas Lonestar (Texas Heroes Book 4) (18 page)

On her knees, she buried her face in the softness of Sally’s golden curls and tried to hold back her tears. “I’m so glad you’re back.”

Since she and George had been released from the hospital he hadn’t said any more about leaving. Trying to explain to him about Dallas was hard enough. The old man had actually thought the Ranger would want her to leave Apache Springs to marry him and live in Austin. The secret Lennon harbored in her heart was that she would’ve gone–gladly–in a heartbeat. Yes, this was her home, but Dallas owned her heart.

Only, he didn’t want her. She just wasn’t enough.

News from Dallas had been sparse. He’d called to inform her that they’d gotten a complete confession from Colin and her cattle had been found safe and sound. Yesterday, two semis had pulled up in her drive with her animals.

Rooster Daniels had come over to pay her a visit and George had grilled him, insisting that Lennon hire a lawyer to look over the proposal. This had pleased Daniels and after some negotiations, Lennon found herself to be a very wealthy woman. It was no surprise to her to find out that the old saying ‘money can’t buy happiness’ was the gospel truth.

At least now, she could pay Dallas back the money she owed him. “Sally, sweetheart, why don’t you go get settled in your room and unpack the bag you brought from Mr. Hiram and Ms. Marge’s house.”

“Okay, Lenny.” She skipped off and Lennon braced herself on the cabinet, trying to find the strength to make a phone call she both dreaded and craved.

*  *  *

“Here you go, I hope you’re happy here.” Dallas handed Sonia the keys to his apartment.

The beautiful blonde gave him a kiss on his cheek. “Oh, I will be. I’ll be glad to sublet until we can get the lease transferred. I just can’t believe you’re leaving Austin to move out to the back of nowhere. This must be some lady you’ve fallen in love with.”

“She is.” Dallas had spent the last couple of weeks fighting a war with himself. He’d finally broken down and told his friend Sonia the whole ugly story. To his surprise, she’d given him a hug and told him he was off his rocker.

“Dallas McClain, you’re a fine man. Your mother sounds like she had a great heart. People who would hold the details of your birth and childhood against you aren’t worth their salt. If you’re depriving yourself and the woman you love of happiness because of this–you’re making a horrible mistake.”

He’d listened, but it hadn’t been automatic. Dallas had walked the riverside near his apartment, he’d debated every point, rehearsed what he would say to Lennon. He had to be absolutely honest, hiding things from people only gave opportunity for the lies of omission to fester into an incurable cancer. One day, he’d even driven to the pauper’s cemetery in Dallas, walking the narrow aisles formed by the cheapest headstones money could buy. At least, the poor folks interred here had headstones now, even if there was no way to know who was who. It was only after the real estate fiasco that their fate had come to light.

Dallas took the memories he had of his mother out of the corner of his mind where they’d been secretly stored away. He’d knelt under a tree and just talked to her, asking forgiveness for being ashamed of who she was and the love she’d shown him. Cruel people with narrow minds and hard hearts had nearly ruined his life, making him afraid to reveal himself, to allow someone to see and know the real William Walter ‘Dallas’ McClain.

Well, no more. “Thank-you, Sonia, for being my friend. I’ll be in touch and I hope you’ll meet Lennon someday.”

Sonia laughed. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. We women tend to be jealous types, especially when it concerns a hunk like you.”

Dallas didn’t know about that, but he did know he was anxious to get on the road. He patted the duffle that he’d hastily packed. “I’ll send for the rest of my things. Okay?” A frown came to his face. “She might not want me,” he told Sonia gravely. “She could’ve changed her mind.”

Sonia laughed heartily. “I doubt that. The woman you described to me had a good head on her shoulders. She knows quality when she sees it, and you, Mr. McClain are Grade A Prime.” She gave him a farewell pat on his shoulder. “Haven’t you told her you’re coming?”

“No.” He was too nervous. “I’ll call her when I’m farther down the road.”

Sonia stood at the door and watched Dallas McClain leave. He had a spring to his step that she hadn’t seen in a long time–if ever. With a contented sigh, she shut the door, then noticed his phone lying on the bar. Grabbing it, she rushed outside only to see his taillights pulling onto the highway. “Oh well, he can pick it up when he’s back in town.”

…A few hours later, Lennon closed her bedroom door and went to sit on the bed. She was trembling all over. This was the hardest call she’d ever had to place. Twice she had to start over, because she’d hit the wrong buttons. At last, she could hear ringing.

“Hello?”

Hearing a woman’s voice answering Dallas’ phone made Lennon mute.

“Hello? Who is this?”

Clearing her throat, she asked. “Is Dallas there? May I speak to him?”

“No, he’s not here. What…?”

Lennon couldn’t stand it. She ended the call, slamming the phone down on the bed. God, she felt stupid. He was with another woman. Shaking her head, she pressed a hand to her chest to keep her pounding heart from breaking through the skin. “Dallas. It’s over… he wasn’t there…” She said the words as if she were trying to convince herself to give up on her dreams.

“No, because I’m here. I couldn’t stay away from you.”

The sudden unexpected beloved voice caused Lennon to spring from the bed. “Dallas!” She stood her ground, afraid to assume anything. “What are you doing here? I have your money. I was calling to ask where to send it.”

Dallas drank her up with his eyes. He’d missed her so much. When George let him in a few minutes ago, he’d thought he was going to have a fight on his hands. But the old man had been glad to see him. “I’d wondered how long it was going to take for you to come to your senses.”

“I’m not here for the money, Lennon.” Dallas moved a step closer. “I’m not interested in your land. I don’t covet your ranch.”

Lennon shook her head. “Of course not. I shouldn’t have ever said such a thing. It was an insult to you.” She hiccupped a sob, keeping it inside. “What do you want?” Almost afraid to ask, she knew she’d give him anything he wanted.

“I only want one thing.” He gave her a smile, his eyes dark with what looked like longing.

“Tell me. If it’s in my power, it’s yours.” She repeated his own offer to him.

Holding out his hand, he offered for her to take it. “I only want to make you happy. I want you and George and Sally. I laid eyes on you and nothing in my life has been the same.”

Lennon stared hard at him, making sure she wasn’t misinterpreting what he was telling her. “Why?”

“Because of who you are,” he said simply. “You’re patient and kind. You don’t envy. You’re not self-seeking or easily angered.” He smiled at her. “You keep no record of wrongs done to you. You’re protective of who you love, trustful, and full of hope. Every minute we’ve been together, you’ve been teaching me the lessons of love.”

“I love you.” Lennon didn’t know what else to say. She took his hand, afraid to believe. “Does this mean you want me in your life?” Dallas went to his knees in front of her and Lennon didn’t know what to do other than to join him–so she did. “Why are we down here?”

Dallas raised her hand to his lips and kissed the palm. “Before I ask you to marry me…” He paused at her intake of breath. “I have to tell you the truth of who I am.”

“I know who you are,” Lennon whispered. “You’re my Dallas.” He wanted to marry her? Her heart was racing. She placed his hand over her heart and held it there.

“Wait.” He gave her a gentle kiss on the lips. “I need to say this. What I’m about to tell you is why Carly aborted our child. Why she intended to leave me. Why people have turned their back on me time and time again. Why I’ve hidden my past so carefully and deep that no one would ever know who I really am.”

“I know all I need to know,” Lennon tried to stop him with a finger over his mouth.

Dallas kissed it, then removed it so he could speak. “I need to tell you.” He swallowed, licked his lips, then began to speak. “I don’t know my father’s name or anything about him. My mother worked as a prostitute. We had no real home. She kept me with her, either shut in the bathroom or when I grew older, outside the motel room doors while she sold herself for money. She named me William Walter McClain. The cops called me Dallas, because that’s the city we were in the day she was murdered by one of her Johns.”

Lennon couldn’t speak. Not because she was horrified, but because she loved him so much she couldn’t stand it.

When she didn’t say anything, Dallas hung his head. “I’m a fake. I have no idea whose blood runs through my veins. Any child we might have would be the grandchild of a prostitute.”

“Did she love you, your mother? Was she good to you?” The question broke Lennon’s heart to ask.

Dallas smiled sadly. “Oh, yes. She loved me. She was funny, she made me laugh all the time. I know she made some horrible decisions, but there were things in her life that tortured her.” He cleared his throat, fighting back tears. “I’m sad to say that I don’t know what they were. I remember her crying at night when she thought I was asleep. But my mother loved me. I have no doubt about that fact.”

Lennon didn’t hesitate. She launched herself into his arms and he caught her. “I love you too, Dallas McClain. You are such a wonderful man. You’ve made something wonderful of your life and anyone who’d be lucky enough to share it will be blessed for eternity.”

Dallas clutched her to him so hard that Lennon could scarcely breathe. “So, you’ll marry me? You’ll let me be part of your family? I don’t want the ranch or the money. My job will always be enough to take care of us.”

“Oh yes, a thousand times yes,” Lennon peppered his face with kisses. “To be your wife will be the grandest thing in the world. I love you. We all love you. And anything we have, we’ll share. I wouldn’t have any of it without you. You saved us, Dallas.”

Dallas knew that wasn’t true. She had it backwards. “You saved me, Lennon. And not just from the fire. You saved me from a lifetime of loneliness.”

“It doesn’t matter who saved who, as long as we’re together.” She began to unbutton his shirt. “I’m just so grateful to be with you again.” As if seeing him for the first time, Lennon marveled at her man. “Just look at you.” She ran her hands over him, as he undressed for her. “The breadth of your shoulders, the sculpted perfection of your chest and arms.” She smiled, biting her lower lip and blushing a little. “You’ve got the greatest ass.” He groaned as she slipped her hand down his shorts. “And this mouth-watering hard cock makes me tremble in anticipation.”

“It’s all for you,” he muttered, his eyes closing at the wonder of her hands caressing him.

“And as wonderful as this is,” she squeezed him gently, “it’s not the best part.” When he gave her a questioning glance, she poured out her heart. “You are the man I’ve always dreamed of and longed for. You’re not only handsome, you’re good to me. I have no qualms placing Sally in your hands and bringing another child into this world with you. I know you’ll care and love all of us.” He grabbed her close and held her tight while she healed him with her words. “You are precious to me, Dallas. You’re my beloved, so dear to my heart that I’ll never be able to show you how much I love you if we’re together for a thousand years.”

“Let me show you how I feel,” he begged her as their hands clumsily clashed over the buttons, snaps, zippers and fabric that stood between them. At last–they were skin to skin and he drew her close, reacquainting himself with the swell of her breasts, the curve of her waist and hips, and the soft, secret place between her thighs. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Love me, Dallas,” she urged. “I’ve dreamed of you every night, relived every moment we were together.”

Dallas led her to the bed, guiding her down, her back cradled to his front. With one hand, he held her head, tilting it so he could drink from her lips. With the other hand, he worshiped her breasts, shaping and kneading, pulling and rolling her nipples until they were swollen with desire. Lennon’s breathing reflected her excitement and she couldn’t be still in his arms. Her hips pushed back against him time and time again, proving to him he was all she craved.

“I’ll never get tired of this, never,” he murmured as his hand slid down to fondle her femininity–her mons, her labia, finding the evidence of her desire, all just for him.

“Take me, please.” She tilted her bottom, spread her legs and invited him to make them one.

“Do you want me to use a condom?” he asked, willing to do whatever it took to make her comfortable.

“No. I want you and any babies you will give me.”

Her tremulous words were music to his ears. With a groan of hunger, Dallas filled her, his whole body rejoicing to be joined with her once more.

Lennon reached for his thigh, craving a connection, gasping with relief as he stretched her, completed her. Turning her head far enough to meet his kiss, she whispered, “Please, don’t ever leave me again.”

“Never,” he promised as he pumped into her, his hand teasing her clit–rubbing, petting–loving on her so good she almost forgot to breathe.