“No, please, I need to know. I...I’m attracted to Laredo. I’ve never felt this way about a man. He’s not like anyone else. He listens to me, and even though we’ve barely met, he...he understands me better than my own brother does. We spent an entire hour in my garden last night, and he let me tell him about my roses. His grandmother had old roses and he was genuinely interested in what I’m doing.”
Caroline’s features softened.
“And he’s honest. He told me he’d been fired from his last job and why. He didn’t have to do that, but he did and I respect him for it.” It sounded foolish now, as if everything her brother had said was true.
“What does your heart tell you?” Caroline asked.
Savannah wavered. When she was with Laredo, there was no doubt how she felt, but in the light of cold reality, she was forced to wonder if she really was as gullible and naive as Grady thought. “I’m not sure anymore.”
“Why is it so important that you have all the answers right this moment?”
“I don’t know, it’s just that—”
Caroline laughed. “Be more patient, Savannah. Life has a way of working things out. And for heaven’s sake, quit being so hard on yourself! It isn’t a sin to be attracted to a man. Why shouldn’t you be?”
“But...oh, Caroline, it’s been so long since anyone made me feel this way.”
“Then I like him already.”
“You do?”
“How could I not? He’s brought color to your cheeks.”
Embarrassed, Savannah raised both her hands to her face.
“He’s made your heart smile.”
What a nice way of putting it. That was exactly how she felt.
“And I’ve never seen you look happier.”
She was happy, Savannah realized. Deliriously so, simply because a kindhearted man had walked in the garden with her and listened as she told him stories about old roses. He’d more than listened; he’d been interested, asking questions, touching her roses with a gentle hand. Savannah had hardly slept the entire night, thinking about their time together.
“I’m too old,” she blurted. Of her entire high school graduating class, she was the only one still unmarried. Two were already on their second marriages, Savannah hadn’t even managed to fall in love.
“Nonsense! Too old?” Caroline countered. “That’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said.”
“Ellie’s right—Laredo is handsome. Why would he be interested in someone like me?”
“Because you’re beautiful, Savannah, inside and out. He’d be a fool not to recognize that. Now stop worrying and just be yourself.”
Savannah felt only slightly reassured. Her biggest fear was that she’d made more of this attraction than there was. She’d barely known Laredo twenty-four hours, and yet it felt as if she’d known him all her life. She was afraid this might be some unrealistic fantasy. It didn’t seem possible that he could share her feelings.
“Can you still watch Maggie on Monday night?” Caroline asked hopefully, interrupting Savannah’s relentless worries.
“Of course,” Savannah told her. She enjoyed having the five-year-old over while Caroline did volunteer work as a math tutor. Grady intimidated the little girl, but Maggie was slowly warming to him, and although Grady wasn’t admitting it, he’d come to enjoy Maggie’s visits, as well.
“When I drop her off, I can meet your Laredo for myself.”
Your Laredo. Savannah blushed and smiled. “He might not be there.”
“Then I’m going to plant myself in the living room until he shows up. I’m dying to meet this marvel who’s made my very dearest friend finally—finally—fall for a man.”
“I was thinking of asking him to come to church with me on Sunday,” Savannah said. Actually the idea had just occurred to her, and she looked to Caroline for confirmation of its worth.
“Great! I can meet him then. And so can everyone else.”
Everyone else. Savannah’s heart fell. Tongues were sure to wag if she showed up at Sunday services with a man on her arm. Well, let them, she decided suddenly. She’d speak to him about church this very afternoon.
***
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Grady growled at Wiley as they rode back toward the ranch house that afternoon. They’d spent most of the day searching through brush for cows and newborn calves. He was completely drained, mentally and physically. Grady had been up late every night for three weeks, checking on newborn calves in the calving barn. Sleep this time of year was a luxury for any rancher.
Wiley looked offended. “Hey, I didn’t say a word.”
“That may be, but you’re about ready to burst with curiosity, I can tell.”
“Seems to me you’re wantin’ to say your piece, otherwise you wouldn’t’ve mentioned it.”
It being Savannah and the hand she’d hired. Even now Grady couldn’t believe what she’d done. He had trouble grasping the fact that his own sister could behave like a dithering fool over some saddle bum.
But he’d had an even harder time accepting what Richard had done. It’d taken weeks for everything to sink in, and even then, Grady couldn’t understand how his own brother could betray them. Only when the bills piled up and the federal government had come after the inheritance tax had he been forced to face the truth. Richard was a bastard, pure and simple. As for Smith...
“I don’t like him,” Grady announced. That was all he intended to say. If Wiley commented, fine. If he didn’t, that was fine, too.
“You talkin’ about Laredo Smith?”
“Smith,” Grady repeated with a snicker. “Mighty convenient surname if you ask me.”
“Lots of people called Smith.”
“My point exactly,” Grady snarled. As a rule Wiley wasn’t this obtuse. “I’d bet my snakeskin boots the name’s phony.”
“He seems like a fine young man to me.”
It didn’t set well that his friend, his confidant, his foreman would take the other man’s side. “What do you mean?”
“He’s a real worker. He was up early, wanting to get started in Savannah’s garden before I helped tow his truck into town. We had it to Powell’s by the time they opened, and Paul took a look at it while we were still there.”
“What’s wrong with it?” Grady had decided he wanted nothing to do with this hired hand of Savannah’s but it was in the best interests of his family to learn what he could.
“Transmission needs to be replaced and the brakes are shot, too. Paul said once he got the parts, he’d have it running in a couple of days.”
“Good.” Grady suspected the stranger would disappear about the time his truck was repaired.
“He doesn’t look like he’s got cash enough to pay for it once the work’s done.”
“What?” Grady groaned.
“You heard me. Why else do you think he was lookin’ for a job?”
They headed toward the creek and slipped out of their saddles to allow their horses a long drink of cool water. Grady didn’t like the idea of Laredo lingering at the Yellow Rose. He’d seen men like Smith before. Drifters, washed-up rodeo riders, shiftless men with shiftless lives. No roots or families. They spent their money as fast as they earned it without a thought to their next meal, let alone the future. They might work hard, but they also played hard and lived harder. Laredo Smith wasn’t the type of man he wanted hanging around his sister, that was for damn sure.
“Find out anything else about him?” Grady asked, kicking a rock with the toe of his boot. His interest was out in the open now, no reason to hide it.
Not waiting for Wiley’s reply, Grady climbed back into the saddle with the ease of a man long accustomed to riding.
“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk about it.”
Grady tossed his foreman a furious look, but Wiley responded with a knowing chuckle. The old man knew he could get away with saying what he damn well pleased, and an angry glower wouldn’t change that.
“He let drop a few bits of information on the way into town,” Wiley admitted as he, too, remounted. “He’s been workin’ on the Triple C over in Williamsburg for the last couple years.”