My One and Only Cowboy

by A. J. Pine

  “Twenty-one oh two,” the kid said.

  Brody handed him a five and twenty through the door. “Keep the change and thanks.”

  He felt something brush against his bare foot and looked down as Duke headed out the door. He grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and quickly shoved him into the bathroom.

  The kid handed him the sack and pointed toward the corner. “Best watch that white one too. It’s sneakin’ out.”

  “Thanks,” Brody said, and quickly shut the door.

  “I was supposed to pay for the food.” Lila wrapped the sheet around her body like a toga.

  “You paid for the room. This smells wonderful.” He let Duke out of the bathroom and the kitten went straight to Lila, sat down on the tail of her sheet, and whined.

  “No chicken for you, Mr. Bad Boy. You tried to get outside. I saw that stunt. You would have probably told me that it was Cora’s idea, wouldn’t you?”

  “Kind of like a couple of other kids I could name but I won’t. The bad boy who always let the blame fall on the girl.” Brody set about taking the food out of the bag and putting it on the table. Then he pulled his shirt on and held one of the chairs for her.

  “I liked the view better without the shirt,” she said.

  “Mama would kick my butt from here all the way home if I came to the table bare-chested with a lady present,” he said.

  “Lady? After what we just did?” she teased.

  “My lady no matter where we are or what we just did,” he said with a smile. “You still like the thigh and wings?”

  “Do you remember everything about me?”

  “Yes, darlin’, I do.” He put two pieces of chicken on a paper plate and handed it to her. “And you like potato salad but not coleslaw and fries with ketchup. You like corn chips better than potato chips and root beer better than cola but if you have a choice you’d rather have a longneck beer.”

  “Good grief,” she exclaimed.

  “I’ve lain awake many nights reliving the past. But not once were we sittin’ in a hotel or were you wearing a sheet while we ate fried chicken with our fingers.”

  “Oh, really! Well, I had that vision lots of times.”

  He straightened up enough to brush a kiss across her lips. “They say out of sight, out of mind. Promise me that won’t happen.”

  “I promise,” she said seriously.

  Lila slept like a baby until about two-thirty in the morning. She awoke to find Duke and Cora both sleeping on the foot of the bed. She eased out of bed without disturbing either the cats or Brody, pulled a wing-back chair over to the window, and cracked the curtains enough that she could see out.

  A half-moon hung in the sky, one side brightly lit and the other side dark—exactly the way she felt as she faced the idea of two pathways, come time to leave. Only a little way on their journey tomorrow there would be a ramp pointing them from Interstate 20 toward Little Rock. That would take her to the job interview. But if she told Brody to go on straight ahead, she’d be making the decision to leave her way of life behind and walk into territory that she was running from just days before.

  Which side is the light one and which one is dark? Daddy, you could pop into my head and give me some advice, she thought, but there was nothing to help her out.

  It might spook the devil out of Brody if she told him to forget about turning north and take her to Happy. Right now he was all for this long-distance relationship thing. Maybe he needed time and space to be ready to take it from a visit every couple of weeks to something more permanent.

  At four o’clock she fell asleep in the chair and awoke with a knot in her neck when Brody kissed her on the forehead. “Good mornin’,” she said.

  “Mornin’. Did I snore?”

  “No, I just had a lot of thinkin’ to do,” she said honestly.

  “Want to talk about it?” he asked.

  She shook her head. Tell me you love me and we might have something to talk about but right now it’s probably best if I go to Conway and we give this a year.

  “Are we ready to get on the road, then?”

  “Soon as I get the cats in the carrier and get a shower. There’s not a silver travel trailer out there that’s better than this hotel. You want to just stay here for a year?” she teased.

  “Yes, I do, but I don’t reckon that’s an option, is it?”

  She smiled and shook her head. “No, but you can’t blame the wild child for wishin’.”

  “Or me neither.”

  “Well, now that we know we have to check out, then let’s go down to the dining room and have some of that free breakfast they’re offering.”

  Just give me a sign, Lord. It’s still not too late for me to change my mind. I’ll drag my feet right up until the time to put my name on the contract but he’s got to make a move here.

  “Aha, hot breakfast. This is great,” Brody said when they reached the dining area. “Should we take a piece of bacon back to the children?”

  “I’m sure they’d love it,” she said.

  I don’t want to talk about food. I want you to tell me that you won’t skitter like a Texas jackrabbit if I spring the news on you that I’m going to Happy.

  “Are you okay? Are you worried about this job thing? Honey, I’m sure this interview is just a formality. They’ve already called your past employers and gotten good recommendations.” He heaped a plate with food and carried it to a small table for two.

  It wasn’t what she wanted to hear but was probably what she needed. She’d asked for a sign and she’d gotten one. It pointed north in a very definite way, whether she liked it or not. She poured batter into the waffle iron. Two minutes later she removed it, dumped a container of yogurt on the top, and then covered that with fresh strawberries.

  “Never seen anyone eat a waffle like that,” he said.

  “I don’t like syrup, so I improvise,” she said. “I’ll come to Amarillo for fall break and Thanksgiving but Christmas always belongs to Mama unless I can talk her into coming to Happy.”

  “That was a change of subject.” He grinned. “But I like that you’re plannin’ to come home. I’ve been scared that you’d forget all about me after we say good-bye at the airport.”

  “Not a chance, cowboy,” she said.

  He’d said “come home.” Was that a sign? Or was the sign the fact that she didn’t want to ever say good-bye to him again?

  They finished breakfast and went back to the room to get packed and ready for the next four-hour leg of the journey to Conway. The cats carried on with pitiful meows when they had to go back into the cage. The bags were packed and in the truck and she’d made a call to the office to tell the day clerk that she’d left the key in the room. There was nothing to do but get in the truck and make that turn. Brody started the engine and got back out on the highway.

  She gripped her clammy palms in her lap. She didn’t want to go to Conway, not even to check out the place and interview for the job. Waitress work at the café sounded so much better. But you worked so hard to be a teacher. You love your job, her mind argued with her heart.

  He caught the exit back onto Highway 20 and pointed to the big sign that said their turnoff was a mile and a half up the road.

  Her breath came in short bursts and her heart thumped so hard that any minute it was going to break through her ribs and fall out on the floor of the truck. Visualizing kissing him good-bye at the airport didn’t help at all. It might be risky and stupid but she had to listen to her heart and not her mind.

  He slowed down and she touched him on the arm. “Keep going, Brody. I can’t go to Arkansas. I want to go home and I never want to tell you good-bye again. I can’t live with a long-distance relationship. I want it all and if that terrifies the bejesus out of you, then you’ll just have to be scared,” she said.

  He braked and pulled over to the side of the highway. When he turned to her, there were tears in his eyes. “I love you, Lila. Plain and simple, I love you so much that I can’t bear life w
ithout you.”

  “You love me?” She brushed away the tear that made a path down his cheek.

  “I always have,” he whispered. “I was afraid to say it for fear that you wouldn’t say it back and my heart would…”

  “I can’t remember when I didn’t love you, Brody Dawson,” she said.

  “Then let’s go home, darlin’.”

  “I’m ready.”

  Brody put the truck in gear and started down the road, then pulled off at the next ramp and parked beside an old vacant service station. He got out of the vehicle, circled around the front of it, and opened her door. “May I have this dance, ma’am?”

  She put her hand in his as Dolly Parton sang “Rockin’ Years” on the radio. “How did you know this would be comin’ on right now?”

  “I didn’t care what came on as long as I could hold you, but this is a sign for both of us. I need to kiss you. It’s important that you know that I love you and that I’ll stand by you forever just like the song says.” He took her into his arms and danced with her in the hot morning sun with nothing around them but a couple of vintage gas pumps and a building with no windows.

  She laid her head on his chest and looped her arms around his neck. “I love you, cowboy.”

  “I love you, Lila, and I’ll never get tired of saying it.”

  When the song ended, he kissed her tenderly. “I’m glad we won’t get home until tomorrow because I want this day with you and only you.”

  Two hours later, they reached Shreveport and a few minutes past that he pulled over again right near the Texas line. He stopped the truck and got out.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Not one thing,” he said.

  He opened her door and held out his hand. “Would you please get out?”

  “Why?”

  “Because I asked,” he said.

  She hopped out and he dropped down on one knee. “Dee Harris, I love you. You’re my soul mate and the miracle that makes my heart beat. I don’t have a ring, but I’m not kidding and I’m very serious. Will you marry me? It can be in a week, a year, or even longer, as long as I know you’ll never leave me again.”

  “Yes,” she said without hesitating one second as she dropped down on the grass beside him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you, Brody.”

  An old fellow in an older model truck stopped and yelled out the window, “You kids need some help? Everyone okay?”

  “She said yes!” Brody yelled.

  “Congratulations. Looks like you got it under control,” he said, and drove away.

  “Yes, we do have it under control—finally,” Brody said as he helped her back into the truck.

  A mile down the road, he stopped beside the WELCOME TO TEXAS sign and stopped again. He jogged around the back side of the truck, opened her door, and stretched out his hand.

  “You can’t undo the proposal. I said yes.” But she got out of the truck again without arguing.

  He dropped on a knee again. “Lila Harris, the wild child who I fell in love with all those years ago, the person who has carried my heart in her pocket for twelve years, will you marry me?”

  “Yes,” she said again without even a moment’s pause as she fell to her knees. “But why twice?”

  He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her in a wildly passionate way that was so different from the first one. “Because I want both of you. I want the wild girl I fell in love with and I want the woman that girl has become. I love both of you and I never want you to think that I proposed to one or the other.”

  “You’re crazy, Brody,” she laughed.

  “Crazy in love with you.” He kissed her again. “Let’s come back to this very place when we’ve been married sixty years.” He started the truck and headed west toward Happy.

  “You mean you think we’ll still be kickin’ when we’re ninety?”

  “We’ll still be going skinny-dippin’ in Hope Springs when we are a hundred,” he said.