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Authors: Diana Palmer
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EPILOGUE
P
HYSICAL
THERAPY
SEEMED
to go on forever. The days turned to weeks, the leaves began to fall. The cows grew big with calves. Rain had come in time for some of the grain crops to come to harvest, and there would be enough hay, hopefully, to get them through the winter.
Maddie’s legs were growing stronger. Little by little, she made progress.
Odalie and Cort were still around, prodding her, keeping her spirits up during the long mending process. She didn’t let herself get discouraged. She created new fairies and Odalie shipped them off, carefully packed, to a man named Angus Moore, who acted as Maddie’s agent and sold her dainty little creations for what amounted to a small fortune for the artist.
The developer, sure enough, left town and left no forwarding address. Gossip was that the authorities wanted to talk to him about several cases of dead cattle on properties he’d tried to buy in several states. Maddie hoped they caught up with him one day.
* * *
M
EANWHILE
, C
ORT
CAME
over every night for supper. He brought his guitar most nights, and serenaded Maddie on the porch until the nights got too cold for that. Then he serenaded her in the living room, by the fireplace with its leaping flames while she curled up under a blanket on the sofa.
From time to time, when Sadie was occupied in the kitchen, he curled up under the blanket with her.
She loved his big hands smoothing her bare skin under her shirt, the warmth and strength of them arousing sensations that grew sweeter by the day. He was familiar to her now. She had no fear of his temper. He didn’t lose it with her, although he’d been volatile about a man who left a gate open and cattle poured through it onto the highway. At least none of the cattle was injured, and no cars were wrecked.
“He was just a kid,” Cort murmured against her collarbone. “He works for us after school. Usually does a pretty good job, too, cleaning out the stables.”
She arched her back and winced.
“Damn.” He lifted his head and his hands stilled on her body. “Too soon.”
She looked miserable.
He laughed. He peered toward the doorway before he slid the hem of her T-shirt up under her chin and looked at the pert little breasts he’d uncovered. “Buried treasure,” he whispered, “and I’m a pirate...”
She moaned.
“Stop that. She’ll hear you.”
She bit her lip and gave him an anguished look. He grinned before he bent his head again, producing even more eloquent sounds that were, thankfully, soon muffled by his mouth.
But things between them were heating up more every day. She had his shirt unbuttoned just before he eased over her. Her hard-tipped breasts nestled into the thick hair on his muscular chest and one long, powerful leg eased between both of hers. He levered himself down very gently while he was kissing her, but she felt the quick, hard swell of him as he began to move helplessly on her, grinding his hips into hers.
“Oh, God,” he bit off. He jerked himself back and up, to sit beside her on the sofa with his head bent, shuddering.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered shakily.
He drew in short, harsh breaths while his hands worked at buttoning up the shirt. “Well, I’m not,” he murmured, glancing down at her. He groaned. “Honey, you have to cover those up or we’re going to be back at first base all over again!”
She looked down and flushed a little as she pulled her shirt down and fumbled behind her to do up the bra again. “First base.”
He laughed softly. “First base.”
She beamed at him. “I’m getting better every day. It won’t be long.”
“It had better not be,” he sighed. “I think I’ll die of it pretty soon.”
“No!”
“Just kidding.” He turned on the sofa and looked down at her with warm, dark, possessive eyes. “I talked to a minister.”
“You did? What did he have to say?”
He traced her nose. “We have to have a marriage license first.”
Her heart jumped. They’d been kissing and petting for quite a long time, and he’d insinuated, but he’d never actually asked.
“I thought we might get one with flowers and stuff. You know. So it would look nice framed on the wall.”
“Framed.”
He nodded. His eyes were steady on her face. “Madeline Edith Lane, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” he asked softly.
She fought tears. “Yes,” she whispered. “Yes!”
He brushed the tears away, his eyes so dark they seemed black. “I’ll love you all my life,” he whispered. “I’ll love you until the sun burns out.”
“I’ll love you longer,” she whispered back, and it was all there, in her eyes and his.
He smiled slowly. “And we’ll have beautiful kids,” he said softly. He pushed back her hair. “Absolutely beautiful. Like you.”
Now she was really bawling.
He pulled her gently into his arms and across his lap, and rocked her and kissed away the tears.
Sadie came walking in with coffee and stopped dead. “Oh, goodness, what’s wrong?”
“I told her we were going to have beautiful kids,” he said with a chuckle. “She’s very emotional.”
“Beautiful kids? You’re going to get married?” Sadie exclaimed.
“Yes.” Maddie smiled.
“Whoopee!”
“Oh, dear!” Maddie exclaimed.
Sadie looked down at the remains of the glass coffeepot and two ceramic mugs. “Oh, dear,” she echoed.
Cort just laughed. But then, like the gentleman he was, he went to help Sadie clean up the mess.
* * *
T
HEY
WERE
MARRIED
at Christmas. Maddie was able to wear an exquisite designer gown that Odalie had insisted on buying for her, as her “something new.” It was an A-line gown of white satin with cap sleeves and a lacy bodice that went up to encase her throat like a high-necked Victorian dress.
There was a train, also of delicate white lace, and a fingertip veil with lace and appliquéd roses. She wore lace gloves and carried a bouquet of white roses. There was a single red rose in the center of the bouquet. One red rose for true love, Cort had insisted, and white ones for purity because in a modern age of easy virtue, Maddie was a throwback to Victorian times. She went to her marriage a virgin, and never apologized once for not following the crowd.
She walked down the aisle on the arm of Cole Everett, who had volunteered to give her away. Odalie was her maid of honor. Heather Everett and Shelby Brannt were her matrons of honor. Four local girls she’d known all her life were bridesmaids, and John Everett was Cort’s best man.
At an altar with pots of white and red roses they were married in the local Methodist church, where all three families were members. The minister had preached the funeral of most of their deceased kin. He was elderly and kind, and beloved of the community.
When he pronounced Cort and Maddie man and wife, Cort lifted the veil, ignoring the flash from the professional photographer’s camera, and closed in to kiss his new bride.
Nobody heard him when he bent, very low, and whispered, “First base.”
Nobody heard the soft, mischievous laughter the comment provoked from the bride. There was a huge reception. John Everett stopped by the table where Cort and Maddie were cutting the wedding cake.
“So, tell me, Cort,” John said when the photographer finished shooting the cake-eating segment, “if I’m really the best man, why are you married to my girl?”
“Now, a remark like that could get you punched,” Cort teased, catching the other man around the neck, “even at a wedding.”
John chuckled, embracing him in a bear hug. “I was just kidding. No doubt in my mind from the beginning where her heart was.” He indicated a beaming Maddie.
Cort glanced at her and smiled. “What an idiot I was,” he said, shaking his head. “I almost lost her.”
“Crazy, the way things turn out,” John mused, his eyes on Odalie as she paused to speak to Maddie. “My sister, Attila the Hun, is ending up as Maddie’s best friend. Go figure.”
“I wouldn’t have believed it myself. Odalie’s quite a girl.”
John smiled. “I thought it would be you and Odalie, eventually.”
Cort shook his head. “We’re too different. Neither of us would fit in the other’s world. It took me a long time to realize that. But I saw my future in Maddie’s eyes. I always will. I hope Odalie finds someone who can make her half as happy as I am today. She deserves it.”
John nodded. “I’m very proud of her. She’s matured a lot in the past few months.” He turned back to Cort. “Christmas is next week. You guys coming home for it or not?”
“Oh, we have to...my folks would kill us, to say nothing of Sadie.” He indicated the older woman in her pretty blue dress talking to some other people. “Maddie’s like the daughter she never had. They can’t have Christmas without us,” he stated. “We’re just going down to Panama City for a couple of days. Maybe later I can take Maddie to Europe and show her the sights. Right now, even a short plane trip is going to make her uncomfortable, much less a long one to somewhere exotic.”
“I don’t think Maddie will mind where you go, as long as she’s with you,” John said. “I wish you all the best. You know that.”
“Thanks, bro.”
“And when you come home, maybe we can crack open some new video games, now that my sister won’t complain about my having you over,” he added with a sigh.
Cort just grinned.
* * *
T
HE
HOTEL
WAS
right on the beach. It was cold in Panama City, but not so cold that they couldn’t sit on the patio beyond the glass sliding doors and look at the cold moonlight on the ocean.
Predictably, they’d barely made it into the hotel room when all the months of pent-up anguished desire were taken off the bridle for the first time.
He tried to be gentle, he really did, but his body was shivering with need long before he could do what he wanted to do: to show his love for Maddie.
Not that she noticed. She was with him every step of the way, even when the first encounter stung and made her cry out.
“This is part of it,” he gritted, trying to slow down. “I’m so sorry!”
“Don’t...sweat it,” she panted, moving up to meet the furious downward motion of his hips. “You can hang out...the bedsheet in the morning...to prove I was a virgin...!”
“Wha-a-at?”
he yelped, and burst out laughing even as his body shuddered with the beginning of ecstasy.
“First...base,” she choked out, and bit him.
It was the most glorious high he’d ever experienced. He groaned and groaned as his body shuddered over hers. The pleasure was exquisite. He felt it in every cell of his body, with every beat of his heart. He could hear his own heartbeat, the passion was so violent.
Under him, her soft body was rising and falling like a pistol as she kept pace with his need, encouraged it, fanned the flames and, finally, glued itself to his in an absolute epiphany of satisfaction that convulsed both of them as they almost passed out from the climax.
She clung to him, shivering with pleasure in the aftermath. Neither of them could stop moving, savoring the dregs of passion until they drained the cup dry.
“Wow,” she whispered as she looked into his eyes.
“Wow,” he whispered back. He looked down their bodies to where they were joined. They hadn’t even thought of turning out the lights. He was glad. Looking at her, like this, was a joy he hadn’t expected.
“Beautiful,” he breathed.
She smiled slowly. “And to think I was nervous about the first time,” she said.
“Obviously unnecessary, since I have skills far beyond those of most mortal men...
oof!
”
She’d hit him. She grinned, though. And then she wiggled her eyebrows and moved her hips ever so slowly. Despite the sting, and the discomfort, pleasure welled up like water above a dam in a flood.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered as he began to move, looking straight into her eyes. “Yes. Do that.”
He smiled. “This,” he murmured, “is going to be indescribable.”
And it was.
* * *
W
HEN
THEY
GOT
back, in time for the Christmas celebrations at Skylance, nobody could understand why, when Cort whispered, “first base,” Maddie almost fell down laughing. But that was one secret neither one of them ever shared with another living soul.
* * * * *
Heart of Stone
CHAPTER ONE
K
EELY
W
ELSH
FELT
his presence before she looked up and saw him. It had been that way from the day she met Boone Sinclair, her best friend’s eldest brother. The man wasn’t movie-star handsome or gregarious. He was a recluse, a loner who hardly ever smiled, who intimidated people simply by walking into a room. For some unknown reason, Keely always knew when he was around, even if she didn’t see him.
He was tall and slender, but he had powerful legs and big hands and feet. There were rumors about him that grew more exaggerated with the telling. He’d been in Special Forces overseas five years earlier. He’d saved his unit from certain destruction. He’d won medals. He’d had lunch with the president at the White House. He’d taken a cruise with a world-famous author. He’d almost married a European princess. And on and on and on.
Nobody knew the truth. Well, maybe Winona and Clark Sinclair did. Winnie and Clark and Boone were closer than brothers and sisters usually were. But Winnie didn’t talk about her brother’s private life, not even to Keely.
There hadn’t been a day since she was thirteen when Keely hadn’t loved Boone Sinclair. She watched him from a distance, her green eyes soft and covetous. Her hands would shake when she happened on him unexpectedly. They were shaking now. He was standing at the counter, signing in. He had an appointment for his dog’s routine shots. He made one every year. He loved the old tan-and-black German shepherd, whose name was Bailey. People said it was the only thing on earth that he did love. Maybe he was fond of his siblings, but it didn’t show. His affection for Bailey did.
One of the other vet techs came out with a pad and called in Bailey, with a grin at Boone. It wasn’t returned. He led the old dog into one of the examination rooms. He walked right past Keely. He never looked at her. He didn’t speak to her. As far as he was concerned, she was invisible.
She sighed as the door closed behind him and his dog. It was that way anyplace in town that he saw her. In fact, it was like that at his huge ranch near Comanche Wells, west of Jacobsville, Texas. He never told Winnie that she couldn’t have Keely over for lunch or an occasional horseback ride. But he ignored her, just the same.
“It’s funny, you know,” Winnie had remarked one day when they were out riding. “I mean, Boone never makes any comment about you, but he does make a point of pretending he doesn’t see you. I wonder why.” She looked at Keely then, with her dark eyes mischievous in their frame of blond hair. “You wouldn’t know, I guess?”
Keely only smiled. “I haven’t got a clue,” she said. It was the truth.
“It’s only you, too,” her friend continued thoughtfully. “He’s very polite to our brother Clark’s occasional date—even to that waitress that Clark brought home one night for dinner, and you know what a snob Boone can be. But he pretends you don’t exist.”
“I may remind him of somebody he doesn’t like,” Keely replied.
“There was that girl he was engaged to,” Winnie said out of the blue.
Keely’s heart jumped. “Yes, I remember when he was engaged,” she replied. It had been when she was fourteen, almost fifteen years old, just before he came back from overseas. Keely’s young heart had been broken.
“It was just before you came back here to live with your mom,” Winnie continued as if she’d read Keely’s mind. “In fact, it was just about the time she started drinking so much more...” She hesitated. Keely’s mother was an alcoholic and it was a sensitive subject to her friend. “Anyway, Boone was mustering out of the Army at the time. His fiancée rushed to Germany where he’d been taken when he was airlifted out of combat, wounded, and then...poof. She was gone, Boone came home, and he never mentioned her name again. None of us could find out what happened.”
“Somebody said she was European royalty,” Keely ventured shyly.
“She was distantly related to some man who was knighted in England,” came the sarcastic reply. “Anyway, she ran out on Boone and he was bitter for a long time. So three weeks ago the phone rings and he gets a call from her. She’s been living with her father, who owns a private detective agency in San Antonio. She told Boone she’d made a terrible mistake and wanted to make up.”
Keely’s heart fell. A rival who had a history with Boone. It made her miserable just to think about it, despite the fact that she would never get close enough to Boone to give the other woman any competition. “Boone doesn’t forgive people,” she said, thinking aloud.
“That’s right,” Winnie replied, smiling. “But he’s mellowed a bit. He takes her out on dates occasionally now. In fact, they’re going to a Desperado concert next week.”
Keely frowned. “He likes hard rock?” she asked, surprised. He looked so staid and dignified that she couldn’t picture him at a rock concert. She said so.
Winnie laughed. “I can,” she said. “He’s not the conservative, quiet man he seems to be. Especially when he loses his temper or gets in an argument.”
“Boone doesn’t argue,” Keely mused aloud.
He didn’t. If he was angry enough, he punched. Never women, of course, but his men knew not to push him, especially if he was broody. One horse handler had found out the hard way that nobody made jokes at the boss’s expense. Boone had been kicked by a horse, which the handler thought was hilarious. Boone roped the man, tied him to a post and anointed him with a bucket of recycled hay. All without saying a word.
Keely laughed out loud.
“What?” Winnie asked.
“I was remembering that horse wrangler....”
Winnie laughed, too. “He couldn’t believe it, he said, even when it was happening. Boone really does look so straitlaced, as if he’d never stoop to dirty his hands. His cowboys used to underestimate him. Not anymore.”
“The rattlesnake episode is noteworthy, as well,” came the amused reply.
“That cook was so shocked!” Winnie blurted out. “He was a really rotten cook, but he threatened to sue Boone if he fired him, so it looked as if we were stuck with him. He’d threatened to cook Boone a rattler if he made any more remarks about the food. He added a few spicy comments about why Boone’s fiancée took a powder. Then one morning he looks in his Dutch oven to see if it’s clean enough to cook in, and a rattlesnake jumps up right into his face!”
“Lucky for the cook it didn’t have any fangs.”
“The cook didn’t know that!” Winnie laughed. “He didn’t know who did it, either. He resigned on the spot. The men actually cheered as he drove off. The next cook was talented, and the soul of politeness to my brother.”
“I am not surprised.”
She shook her head. “Boone does have these little quirks,” his sister murmured. “Like never turning on the heat in his bedroom, even in icy weather, and always going around with his shirts buttoned to the neck.”
“I’ve never seen him with his shirt off,” Keely remarked. It was unusual, because most of the cowboys worked topless in summer heat when they were branding or doctoring cattle. But Boone never did.
“He used to be less prudish,” Winnie said.
“Boone, prudish?” Keely sounded shocked.
Winnie glanced at her and chuckled. “Well, I guess that really doesn’t fit at all.”
“No, it doesn’t.”
Winnie pursed her lips. “Come to think of it, he’s not the only prude around here. I’ve never even seen you in a T-shirt, Keely. You always wear long sleeves and high necklines.”
Keely had a good reason for that, one she’d never shared with anyone. It was the reason she didn’t date. It was a terrible secret. She would have died rather than tell Winnie, who might tell Boone....
“I was raised very strictly,” Keely said quietly. And she had been; for all their odd tendencies, both her parents had insisted that Keely go to Sunday School and church every single Sunday. “My father didn’t approve of clothing that was too flashy or revealing.”
Probably because Keely’s mother propositioned any man she fancied when she drank. She’d even tried to seduce Boone. Keely didn’t know that, and Winnie didn’t know how to tell her. It was one reason for Boone’s antagonism toward Keely.
Things would have been better if Keely knew where her father was. She’d told people she thought he was dead, because it was easier than admitting that he was an alcoholic, just like her mother, and linked up with a bunch of dangerous men. She’d missed her father at first. But she’d have been in more danger if she’d stayed with him.
She still loved him, in her way, despite what had happened to her.
“Come to think of it, Keely, you don’t even date.”
Keely shrugged. “I’m a vet tech. I have a busy life. I work on call, you know. If there’s an emergency at midnight on a weekend, I still go to the office.”
“That’s a lot of hogwash,” Winnie said gently as they paused to let the horses drink from one of the crystal-clear streams on the wooded property where they were riding. “I’ve even tried to set you up with nice men I know from work. You freeze when a man comes near you.”
“That’s because you work with the police, Winnie, and you bring cops home as prospective dates for me,” Keely said mischievously. It was true. Winnie worked as a clerk in the Jacobsville Police Department’s office during the day, and now she was doing a stint two nights a week as a dispatcher for the 911 center. In fact, she was hoping that job would work into something permanent, because being around Officer Kilraven all day when he was on the day shift was killing her.
“Policemen make me nervous,” Keely was saying. “For all you know, I might have a criminal past.”
Winnie wasn’t smiling. She shook her head. “You’re hiding something.”
“Nothing major. Honest.” What she suspected about her father, if true, would have shamed her. If Boone ever found out, she’d really die of shame. But she hadn’t heard from her father since she was thirteen, so it wasn’t likely that he’d just turn up someday with his new outlaw friends. She prayed that he wouldn’t. Her mother’s behavior was hard enough to live down as it was.
“There’s this really handsome policeman who’s been working with us for a few weeks. He’s just your type.”
“Kilraven,” Keely guessed.
“Yes! How did you know?”
“Because you talk about him all the time,” Keely returned. She pursed her lips. “Are you sure you aren’t interested in him? I mean, you’re single and eligible yourself.”
Winnie flushed. “He’s not my type.”
“Why not?”
Winnie shifted in the saddle uneasily. “He told me he wasn’t my type. He said I was too young to be mooning over a used-up lobo wolf like him and not to do it anymore.”
Keely gasped out loud. “He didn’t!”
The older girl nodded sadly. “He did. I didn’t realize that I was so obvious with it. I mean, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, most women look at him. He just noticed more when I did it. Because I’m who I am, I guess,” she added darkly. “Boone might have said something to him. He’s very protective of me. He thinks I’m too naive to be let loose on the world.”
“In his defense, you have led a sheltered life,” Keely said gently. “Kilraven is street smart. And he’s dangerous.”
“I know,” Winnie muttered. “There have been times that he’s been in situations where I sweat blood until he walks back into the station. He’s noticed that, too. He didn’t like it and he said so.” She took a long, sad breath and looked at Keely. “So you can know all about my private agony, but you won’t share yours? It’s no use, Keely. I know.”
Keely laughed nervously. “Know what? I don’t keep secrets.”
“Your whole life is a secret. But your biggest one is that you’re in love with my brother.”
Keely looked as if she’d been slapped.
“I would never tell him,” Winnie said quietly. “That’s the truth. I’m sorry for the way he treats you. I know how much it hurts.”
Keely shifted her eyes, embarrassed.
“Don’t be like that,” Winnie said, her voice gentle. “I won’t tell. Ever. Honest.”
Keely relaxed. She drew in a breath, watching the creek bubble over rocks. “It doesn’t hurt anything, what I feel. He’ll never know. And it helps me to understand what it might be like to love a man—even if that love is never returned. It’s a taste of something I can never have, that’s all.”
Winnie frowned. “What do you mean? Of course you’ll be loved one day! Keely, you’re only nineteen. Your whole life is ahead of you!”
Keely looked at her friend, and her dark eyes were soft and sad. “Not that way, it isn’t. I won’t ever marry.”
“But one day...”
She shook her head. “No.”
Winnie bit her lower lip. “When you’re a little older, it might be different,” she began. “Keely, you’re nineteen. Boone is thirty. That’s a big age difference, and he thinks about things like that. His fiancée was only a year younger than he was. He said that people should never marry unless they’re the same age.”
“Why?”
Winnie sighed. “I’ve never talked about it much, but our mother was twelve years younger than Dad. He died a broken man because she ran away with his younger brother. He always said he made a major mistake by marrying someone from another generation. It was just too many years between them. They had nothing in common.”
Keely felt heartsick for the family. “Is your mother still alive?”
She bit her lip. “We...don’t know,” she said. “We’ve never tried to find her or our uncle. They married, after the divorce, and moved to Montana. Neither one of them ever tried to contact us again.”
“That’s so sad.”
“It made Boone bitter. Well, that and then his fiancée cutting out on him. He doesn’t have a high opinion of women.”
“You can’t blame him, really,” Keely had to admit. She patted her horse’s neck. “It’s sad, isn’t it, that we’re both too young for the men we care about?”
“Only in their minds,” Winnie returned. “But we can always change their opinions. We just have to find an angle. One that works.”
Keely laughed. “Doesn’t that sound easy?”
Winnie grimaced. “Not really.” She tugged on the reins, backing her horse out of the creek. Keely followed suit. “Let’s talk about something more cheerful,” Winnie said on the way back to the ranch. “Are you coming to the big charity dance?”
Keely shook her head. “I’d like to, even without a date, but both my junior bosses are going, and so is our senior tech. I have to be on call.”