Heart of Texas Volume One

by Debbie Macomber

  “I beg your pardon?”

  “Do you think only the men are in on Billy D’s lottery?”

  “Oh, that.” Glen had forgotten all about that silly lottery. He stood just inside the door, arms tight against his sides, for fear one wrong move would send hundreds of fragile little things tumbling to the floor.

  “Come on inside, Glen,” Dovie encouraged. “You aren’t going to break anything.”

  He took a few cautious steps, then glanced anxiously around the store and back at Dovie.

  “Is there a problem?” she asked with concern.

  Glen had always liked his mother’s friend. It was Dovie who’d suggested the bed-and-breakfast idea and who’d helped his mother decorate the old Howe Mansion.

  “I need some advice,” he finally said. The last time he’d been this unsure of himself—not counting the day he proposed to Ellie—was when he’d roped his first calf in the Brewster rodeo at the age of ten.

  “The advice is free, but the tea will cost you a dollar.”

  “Tea?”

  “I think best when I’m sitting down.” Smiling, Dovie motioned toward the assembled tables and chairs in one corner of the shop.

  “All right,” he agreed.

  “I take it this all has to do with Ellie?” Dovie asked, leading him to a small table covered by a pretty floral cloth.

  “You know, then.”

  “I know you and Richard made first-class fools of yourselves at the dance.”

  Glen wished folks would forget about that. “It’s gotten worse since.”

  Dovie carried a blue-and-white china teapot and two cups to the table. “I was afraid of that.”

  “Cal suggested I talk to you about Ellie. You see, I want us to get married. I tried asking her and it didn’t turn out the way I’d hoped. Can you help me?”

  “I can try.” Dovie poured him some tea, then served herself. “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?”

  Glen shook his head mutely. He generally sweetened his tea, but he wasn’t willing to do it with one of those miniature silver spoons. He already felt like an oversize buffoon in this dainty little shop.

  “How would you like me to advise you?” Dovie asked.

  “Can you tell me what I can say to convince Ellie to marry me?”

  Dovie frowned slightly. “Perhaps you should tell me how you proposed the first time.”

  Glen recalled what he could of their conversation. “Best I can remember, she started getting hostile when I mentioned I felt responsible for embarrassing her at the dance.”

  Dovie nodded, and Glen continued, “I told her I admired her and I wanted to marry her. That was when I brought out the diamond ring I borrowed from Cal.”

  “You borrowed an engagement ring?”

  “Just so I’d have something to offer. I wanted Ellie to know I was serious, and a man doesn’t get more serious than diamonds.”

  Dovie was frowning again.

  “Was that so terrible?” Glen demanded. “All I want is for Ellie to know how much I love her.”

  “Why don’t we start with telling her that this time?” Dovie suggested.

  “Ellie already knows how I feel about her.” It was incomprehensible to him that she wouldn’t. He’d made himself the laughingstock of the entire town over her. When she’d rejected his marriage proposal, he’d swallowed his pride and wished her happiness, even at the cost of his own. A man didn’t say those kinds of things to a woman he didn’t love. “She’s got to know,” he added.

  “A woman likes to hear the words, Glen.”

  It was that simple? Of course he loved Ellie, and if all he had to do was tell her how much… He reached for his hat and got eagerly to his feet. “Great. I’ll let her know right now.”

  Dovie grabbed his shirtsleeve. “I’m not finished yet.”

  “Oh.” He sat back down.

  “Is there anything else you plan to tell Ellie?”

  Glen wasn’t sure he understood the question. Perplexed, he gave it a moment’s thought. “Just that I can’t get married next Tuesday because the farrier’s coming.”

  “Oh, dear.” Dovie briefly closed her eyes.

  “That’s the wrong thing to say?”

  “Well…yes.”

  “Thursday’s not good, either. I play poker at Billy D’s on Thursdays, but I’d be willing to give that up if Ellie decided she wanted to get married then.”

  “Have you considered that Ellie might want a church wedding?”

  He hadn’t, and the mere suggestion made his blood run cold. All this time he’d been thinking they’d fly off to Vegas and get married the same night. A quickie wedding, because now that the decision had been made, he was ready. Strike while the iron’s hot, as the farrier might say.

  “Besides, I think you might be getting ahead of yourself,” Dovie murmured. “First you’ve got to convince Ellie to be your bride.”

  “Right.” If the truth be known, he’d given more thought to the honeymoon than the wedding. He was in love, and damn it all, he wanted to make love to Ellie. “Why does this have to be so complicated?” He wanted to know. “I love her, and she’s already confessed she loves me.”

  Sighing, he took a careful sip of his cooling tea. “When she was going through her father’s things, she found this old Bible passed down from his family,” Glen said, thinking out loud. “She showed it to me and turned to the page where her family’s names and dates are listed. Weddings, deaths, births—you know. All day, I’ve been thinking about Ellie and me entering our names in that Bible, and someday, God willing, writing down the names of our children. I love Ellie, and it’s a love that’ll last all our lives. Maybe a hundred years from now one of our great-great-grandchildren will come upon that Bible and wonder about us. I’d want them to know—just from the way we lived—that despite everything life threw at us, our love survived.”

  “Oh, Glen, that’s beautiful,” Dovie said softly and squeezed his hand.

  “It was?”

  “Tell Ellie that.”

  “About putting our names in her family Bible?”

  “Yes. Speak from your heart and don’t mention the farrier, all right?”

  “I’ll do it.” Glen felt immediately better.

  GRADY RELAXED AGAINST THE BACK of a molded plastic bench in the bowling alley. Lloyd Bonney had asked if he’d substitute for him the next two weeks while he was on vacation. It’d been ages since Grady had last bowled, but Lloyd was a likable guy and he hated to turn him down. That wasn’t the only reason, either; for the first time in six years, he was able to indulge himself with a few leisure activities. He used to enjoy bowling and had been fairly good at it.

  He was a bit rusty, but he’d bowled a decent series tonight. It felt good to be with friends, to laugh again. Finally he had the financial security and the extra time to make it possible. This evening had whetted his appetite for more.

  He was on his way to Billy D’s afterward when Max Jordan followed him outside.

  “Grady, you got a moment?”

  “Sure.”

  Max shifted his gaze away from Grady. “Listen, I realize this is a bad time and all, but I need to talk to you about Richard.”

  “Yeah?” Grady didn’t like the sound of this.

  “He charged a few things at my store—clothes and boots— when he first came back to town and he hasn’t paid me and…well, it’s been almost three months now.”

  Grady’s grip tightened on his bowling bag. “How much does he owe you?”

  Max stated an amount that made Grady’s stomach clench. His brother must have picked out the most expensive clothes in the store.

  “Earlier this week he charged a new suit,” Max continued. “It’s a pricey one, and—”

  “You let him do that even when he hadn’t paid you for the other things?” Grady was furious with his brother and with Max, too.

  Max lowered his eyes to the pavement. “I feel like an old fool now. Richard stopped in the store and told me he was getting married.
I was pleased for him and Ellie. It wasn’t until later that I learned they weren’t engaged, at all.”

  “It isn’t your fault.” Grady blamed himself as much as anyone. It’d been a mistake to let Richard stay at the ranch for even one night. He knew the kind of man his brother was, and still he’d allowed Richard to take advantage of him. Well, no more. He was sending that bastard packing.

  “I’ll take the suit back,” Max said.

  “I’ll personally see that he returns it,” Grady told him. “I can’t tell you how bad I feel about all this.”

  “And the other money he owes? Richard had me put it on the family account, but so far I’ve mailed all the bills to him.”

  “I’ll make sure he takes care of it right away,” Grady pledged. Richard would pay one way or another, he decided. He should have realized sooner what was happening. His no-good brother arrives in town, throws himself a party and buys some fancy duds to go along with everything else.

  Max Jordan wasn’t the old fool; Grady was. Why hadn’t he guessed where Richard’s clothes had come from? Why hadn’t he known Richard would pull something like this?

  The evening that had started out with such promise was ruined. Grady changed his mind about meeting his friends for a beer and headed directly back to the ranch, instead. He was having this out with Richard once and for all.

  The lights in the house were off when Grady got home. He attacked the stairs with a vengeance and didn’t bother to knock on his brother’s door. It shouldn’t have surprised him to find the bed empty, but for some reason it did. Although it was about midnight, Richard wasn’t anywhere to be found. Why the hell shouldn’t he party half the night, seeing as he hadn’t done a lick of work all day, or any day since he arrived? Grady resisted the temptation to slam the door shut.

  He lay awake half the night, listening for his brother’s return. Eventually he’d fallen asleep and never did hear him come home. But then, Richard seemed to have a sixth sense about such things; even as a child, he’d been able to smell trouble and avoid it.

  In the morning another check of his brother’s room showed that Richard hadn’t been home that night.

  “Have you seen Richard lately?” he asked his sister when he went downstairs for breakfast.

  Savannah shook her head. “He’s probably still sleeping.”

  “His bed is empty.” Grady used his fork to grab a pancake from the stack in the middle of the table. “When you see him, tell him I need to talk to him, all right?”

  “Problems?”

  Grady didn’t want to involve Savannah in this, but she knew him too well not to realize something was wrong. He tried distancing her with another question. “Did Laredo leave the house already?”

  “What’s Richard done?” Savannah asked, ignoring the question.

  Grady sighed and set down the jar of maple syrup. “Max Jordan talked to me last night about some money Richard owes him. Apparently our dear little brother has charged a few things at Max’s he hasn’t bothered to pay for.”

  Savannah didn’t comment, but he saw sadness on her face.

  “It makes me wonder if he’s been doing the same thing with anyone else in town.” Grady grabbed another pancake and picked up the syrup again.

  “He has,” Savannah confessed in a small voice.

  “And you knew about it?”

  “I…” She bit her lip. “I just found out about it myself. Millie Greenville talked to me last week. She suggested that perhaps we could trade something for the money Richard owes her. My roses, for example.”

  Grady slammed the syrup jar down. “You didn’t agree to this, did you?”

  “No.”

  “Good.”

  “But—”

  “I won’t hear of it, Savannah, and neither will Laredo. Richard’s the one who owes that money, not you and not me. He’s going to repay it, too, if it’s the last thing he ever does. Every penny.”

  “I know,” she said. “Laredo and I’ve already discussed what to do, and he’s as adamant as you are.”

  Grady’s fork sliced viciously across the pancake. He forced himself to relax, knowing his anger would ultimately hurt him far more than it would Richard.

  Laredo had saddled the horses and was waiting for him outside when he finished his meal. Savannah walked out, too, and with an agility Grady envied, her husband leaned over his horse’s neck and kissed her.

  “If Richard shows up, tell him…” Grady paused, then shook his head. “Don’t tell him anything. Let me do the talking this time.”

  Savannah nodded. “He’s been making himself scarce lately.”

  “Now we know why, don’t we?”

  The sadness was back in his sister’s eyes before she turned away and hurried into the house.

  RICHARD DOMINATED GRADY’S thoughts for the rest of the day. By the time he got home, he was ready to read his brother the riot act. To his surprise Richard was there waiting for him.

  “I understand you want to talk to me,” his brother said.

  Grady was so angry he needed every bit of self-control not to explode with it. “Damn right I want to talk to you.”

  “It’s about the stuff I charged in town, isn’t it?”

  “Yes. I can’t believe you’d take advantage of our good name to—”

  “Listen, Grady, you’ve got every right to be mad, but I don’t need a lecture.”

  “That’s too bad because—”

  “Before you get all bent out of shape, let me say something. I’ve been sick with worry about those charges. Ask Savannah if you don’t believe me. I have some money owed to me, quite a bit as it happens—you know that. It was supposed to have been mailed to me long before this.” He frowned thoughtfully. “It must have been misdirected. I’ve spent weeks trying to track it down.”

  If anyone knew what it was like to be low on cash, it was Grady, but he wasn’t falling for his brother’s lies again. He opened his mouth to tell him so when Richard continued.

  “I figured I’d have those bills paid off before now. I haven’t charged anything in weeks.”

  “What about the suit?” Grady flared.

  His brother’s expression became pained. “That was a…mistake. I was tricked into thinking Ellie had agreed to marry me and didn’t learn until later it wasn’t true.” He inhaled sharply. “In my excitement I went down and bought myself a decent suit for the wedding.”

  “Max said he’d let you return it.”

  Richard smiled slightly. “As it happens the money was at the post office when I picked up the mail this afternoon. The first thing I did was pay off all the bills.” He slid his hands into his jeans pockets. “I realize it was a mistake not to discuss this with you earlier.”

  “Yes, it was.” Grady’s relief was tremendous. The problem was solved and the family’s good name redeemed. And none of the business owners was losing any money.

  “I’m sorry you had to find out about it the way you did.”

  While reassured that the money matters had been properly dealt with, Grady wasn’t willing to make any further allowances for his brother. Richard had worn out his welcome. “Now that your money’s here, you’ll be reimbursing me—and then moving on, right?”

  “Yes. I appreciate you letting me stay this long. I know it’s been an inconvenience, but I didn’t have anywhere else to go. We’ve had our problems over the years, and I’m hoping we can put those behind us now.” He held out his hand for Grady to shake.

  Grady accepted it, glad to see that his brother had revealed the maturity to confront him man to man.

  Perhaps there was hope for Richard, after all.

  ELLIE HAD BEEN RESTLESS all day. With the big Fourth of July weekend coming up, business was slower than it had been in weeks. She found herself waiting, watching, hoping to see Glen—and was furious with herself for caring.

  She was finished with men, Ellie told herself. She’d rather herd goats than be married, but even as she entertained the thought, she realized it
was a lie. Although she was fond of Savannah’s goats, she was more than fond of Glen Patterson. Not that he deserved her affections!

  Once the store had closed for the day, she returned home. The afternoon heat was intense, so she made herself some iced tea. She tugged her shirt free of her waistband, propped her bare feet on the coffee table and let the fan cool her. But it was going to take more than a fan and a glass of iced tea to revive her sagging spirits.

  Because of the fan’s drone she didn’t hear her doorbell. When she finally realized someone was at her door, she got to her feet and hurried across the room. She threw open the door and on the other side of the screen was the largest bouquet of flowers she’d laid eyes on. While she couldn’t see the man behind it, she could easily identify him by his boots.

  Glen.

  He waited a moment, then peeked behind the flowers and beamed her a smile. That slow sexy smile of his, capable of melting the hardest hearts, the strongest wills.

  “Hello, sweetheart,” he said, his smile growing wider. “Aren’t you going to let me in?”

  Wordlessly she unlatched the screen door and opened it for him.

  He carried in the flowers and set them in the middle of her coffee table. They towered over it, filling the room with a profusion of glorious scents. Then he kissed her cheek and said, “I’ll be right back.”

  When he returned, his arms were laden with gifts. She noted the chocolates, the basket of exotic fruit, the bottle of champagne. He set everything down next to the flowers and added three wrapped gifts.

  “What’s all this?” she asked, glancing at the table and then at him.

  “Bribes,” he said, looking very pleased with himself.

  “For what?”

  “I’ll get to that in a moment.” Taking her by the shoulders, he guided her back to the sofa. “Sit,” he instructed.

  She complied before she realized she should have made at least a token protest about being ordered around, but curiosity won her over.

  “Here,” he said, handing her the smallest of the wrapped gifts. “Open this one first.”

  Christmas didn’t yield this many presents. “Don’t think you can buy my love, Mr. Patterson.”