And he had no right to tell her that he loved her. Not yet. Not until after the finals. Even then, he wasn’t sure it was a good idea. And if he didn’t win…he wouldn’t even let himself think about it.
Standing in her father’s room, Mary Beth turned to look at Deke as he walked up behind her. He slipped his arms around her waist and brought her fully against him.
“I couldn’t sleep,” she said, and she closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the pleasure of being held in his arms. “I thought maybe I could get a few more things done in here.” She turned in his arms and pressed herself to him, the warmth in his eyes touching her heart. “Do you want some breakfast? I can make you some before I start.”
“I’ll get some at home,” he told her. Deke kissed her neck, then he closed his eyes as he breathed in her scent, wishing he could bottle it and take the fragrance of her with him. How had he ever let himself get so involved with her? It was going to be hard to leave her today. He had plans to head to Vegas by late afternoon, and he still had to go by the Bar M. “You’ve been working hard, sweetheart. The place looks great.”
Pleased that he’d noticed, she smiled at him. “You’re surprised that I started cleaning my father’s room, aren’t you?” She’d spent the better part of yesterday, until Deke had arrived on her doorstep, stripping it of every reminder of the man whose love she’d never been able to obtain. All that remained to be cleared was one drawer full of junk and the shelf in his closet. “I’ve already packed most of his things. I was going to show you last night, but we sort of got sidetracked.” She blushed, remembering that they’d only left her bed long enough to eat.
Deke glanced around the room, taking in the bare walls and the assortment of stacked boxes. His gaze went to the unmade bed, then shifted back to Mary Beth. He reached for her, but she put a firm hand to his chest, keeping him at a distance. “Don’t even think about it. I’m almost finished in here.”
He grinned, and despite her protest, kissed her hungrily. Her lips clung to his as he lifted his head. “All right, sweetheart,” he drawled, and he gave her a sexy grin. “How about some help?”
She chuckled. “Your timing’s impeccable. All I have left is this drawer,” she said, pulling it open. Nodding at the closet, she added, “and that stuff on the shelf in the closet.”
He cocked his head and studied her. “Has it been hard going through his things?”
“A little,” she answered honestly. “My father wasn’t an easy man to understand. He rarely showed emotion. I accepted the fact that I could never do anything to please him a long time ago.” Despite her words, a shiny tear formed in the corner of her eye.
Deke pulled her to him. “I’m sorry he never appreciated you, Mary Beth.” She was so beautiful, so sweet. Her father must have been crazy not to see how special she was. She sniffed, then turned toward the dresser and pulled out the drawer. Deke took it from her and put it on top of the dresser.
“Why don’t you let me go through the rest of this?”
She shook her head. “I’m okay,” she said quietly, and she began fingering the items inside the drawer. “Isn’t it strange the things people keep.” There was an assortment of odds and ends—an old wallet that she remembered her father carrying and a couple of his old watches. “Hmm, look at this.”
Deke stepped closer and put his arm around her. He looked over her shoulder as she picked up a small, plain wooden box and turned toward him. “What is it?”
She studied it, her gaze perplexed. “I don’t know.” She lifted the lid. Inside was a silver key.
“What do you think it’s for?” Deke asked.
Mary Beth stared at it, her eyes wide. “I’ve no idea. I’ve never seen it before.”
“Did you find anything it would fit when you were going through the room?”
“No, nothing.” Puzzled, she looked closely at it. “It doesn’t have any markings or anything.” Shrugging one shoulder, she added, “I doubt that it could open anything important.”
Deke’s curious gaze flicked to hers. “I don’t know. Why would your father keep a key hidden in his drawer, if it didn’t go to something he considered important?”
“You’ve got a point,” she agreed. She turned to look around the room. “But I haven’t seen anything—” Her gaze went to the closet. “What about up there?” she said, indicating the shelf in the closet.
“Let’s have a look.” They walked to the closet, and he began handing things down to her. Mary Beth took the items from Deke, then stuffed them in an empty box as he reached for more. “Wait, what’s this?” At the very back of the shelf was a large silver box. He took it down and held it out to her.
Mary Beth’s stomach knotted. “I wonder what’s inside?”
“Try the key.”
Biting her lip, she slipped the key into the small opening. It fit perfectly. Her fingers trembled as she turned it, then lifted the lid. “Oh, my God,” she whispered, turning pale. “Deke, look.” She barely got the words out before she took the box from him, then sank down on the edge of the bed. Her heart began to pound in her chest.
Deke sat on the bed beside her as he looked at the contents of the box. Inside was an array of mementos of Mary Beth’s life—a picture of her as a baby, a locket of her hair pressed in a small square of wax paper, a barrette she’d worn as a child.
“Oh, Deke,” she cried softly. “Look.” She held up a blue ribbon. “I won this at the Texas State Fair when I was twelve. I remember coming home from school one day and finding it missing. I wondered where it had gotten to. I thought my mother had thrown it out.” Sniffing back tears, she looked at Deke. “But she hadn’t. My father had taken it, kept it hidden in here. All these years.”
Deke rubbed her shoulder as she discovered a folded piece of paper. It was so old that it practically tore in the creases as she unfolded it. Inside was a drawing she’d made at a young age.
“I can’t believe my father kept all this.” Her throat tight, she could barely talk.
Tugging her closer, Deke touched his lips to her brow. He could only imagine what she was feeling. “Your father must have loved you in his own special way, sweetheart. Maybe he just couldn’t say the words,” he said solemnly.
“Maybe.” Mary Beth couldn’t remember a time when her father had ever said he loved her. He’d never shown much emotion toward her mother, either. Doubts assailed her. What if Deke was right? What if her father had loved her the only way he’d known how?
“He wouldn’t have kept all this if he hadn’t cared about you.”
Mary Beth leaned against Deke, glad that he was there with her. “I never knew,” she whispered shakily, thinking about all the times she’d tried to talk to her father. Her shoulders began to tremble as she clutched the box to her chest. “I thought… Deke, I thought he hated me.”
Wrapping his arms around her, Deke held Mary Beth tight against him as she wept. He wished he had the power to ease her pain, but knew she had to work through her emotions concerning her father.
“I wasn’t sorry when he died,” she confessed breaking the silence that lay between them. Lifting her tear-streaked face, Mary Beth looked into Deke’s eyes. She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I wasn’t grieving for him the day you made love to me. Not the way you and everyone else probably thought. My father was never around when we needed him. And when he was here, we didn’t get along. I couldn’t wait to grow up so I could leave here and get away from him.”
Deke slipped the box from her hands and set it aside. Spotting some tissues, he grabbed a handful and gave them to her. “Don’t feel guilty, Mary Beth.”
“I can’t help it. If I’d known—”
“But you didn’t know. Don’t tear yourself up over something you had no control over. Chances are that your father wouldn’t have ever admitted his feelings even if you’d confronted him.”
She sniffed and blew her nose. “You’re right. I know you’re right,” she whispered sadly. She turned away to
look at the box. Her eyes filled again.
And Deke held her while she cried.
Matthew McCall stood on the front porch of the large ranch house on the Bar M, and watched sharp streaks of lightning arc across the sky. The screen door opened behind him, and he looked at his uncle as he walked up beside him.
“Your mom sent me to tell you to get your butt inside,” Deke said, leaning against one of the posts. “She doesn’t think it’s safe for you to be out here with the storm moving in.” He had to agree with Catherine. It looked as if it was going to be a particularly bad one. Rain had been falling for the better part of the afternoon, and by the look of the darkening sky, it wasn’t going to stop anytime soon. The local weather forecast had just confirmed his suspicions, calling for a severe line of thunderstorms to move through over the next few hours.
After doing some of Mary Beth’s chores, Deke had finally headed for the Bar M when it began to rain. He’d planned to leave an hour ago for Las Vegas but had decided to wait until the storm passed.
The finals were due to start in two days. Deke had to get his mind off of Mary Beth and back on competing, if he stood a chance of winning. Still, as stupid as it sounded, he planned to stop by to see her again on his way out.
He looked off in the direction of her place. His eyes widened when he saw billows of thick black smoke rising in the sky. “What the hell?”
Startled, Matt glanced in the direction of his uncle’s gaze. “Is that smoke?”
But Deke was already moving toward his truck, his fear for Mary Beth’s safety ripping through his heart. “Get Ryder and Jake! Hurry!” he yelled over the roar of thunder. He jumped in his truck and started it. With a curse, he gunned the engine, then tore out of the yard.
Mary Beth jumped at the loud clap of thunder. A chill raced down her spine as a streak of lightning flashed outside her window and she heard a loud crack! That was close! She raced to the window and peered out, her heart beating wildly. Rain slashed against the ground so thick that she could barely see. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
When Lightning and Lady began to bark, she hurried to the living room. Both dogs were in a frenzy at the front door. Grimacing, Mary Beth jerked it open and gasped.
The barn’s on fire!
Flames shot toward the sky from the rafters of the barn. Giving little thought to her own safety, she rushed outside and ran across the yard. In seconds she was soaked to her skin, but she didn’t care. Her hard work, what she’d struggled to build, was being torn from her. She fought against the wind and rain until she was able to unlatch the barn doors and pull them open.
“Stay!” she ordered the dogs when she realized they’d followed her. Taking a deep breath, she rushed inside the barn to free the horses. Already restless, they milled about in their stalls.
It wasn’t until she’d released the first horse that she realized the seriousness of the fire. It had spread from the roof and now engulfed the sides of the old structure. She yelled and flapped her arms at the horse she was trying to free. His eyes wild, he finally raced toward the door. Shaking, she jerked her wet shirt out of her jeans, ripped it open, then held a part of it over her mouth and nose as she made her way to the next stall.
By the time she’d freed the last horse, the barn was completely consumed with smoke so thick she could barely breathe. With each step Mary Beth could feel herself becoming disoriented.
Oh, God! You have to get out now!
Then she heard Lightning and Lady. Barely able to see the door, she staggered in the direction of their persistent barks. Her lungs burned from the smoke, and she stumbled and nearly fell. Regaining her balance, she struggled a little farther, then dropped to her knees on the dirt just as she made it outside.
Choking, gasping for air, Mary Beth half crawled, half dragged herself away from the burning building as the rain beat down on her. Barking wildly, Lightning and Lady ran up to her, their cold noses sniffing her face. She hugged them to her, thankful that their barks had led her to safety. Struggling to her feet, she turned around. Then she screamed.
The fire had spread to the house. Despair overwhelmed her as all she could do was watch it burn. Flames licked up the side of it and engulfed the roof.
“No!” She darted forward, then stopped in her tracks. There was no way she could stop the fire. Not on her own.
Tears rolled down her cheeks. She was going to lose her home. Everything she’d worked so hard to achieve. Lost. She’d thought she hated this house and everything it represented. But she didn’t.
The memory box!
Mary Beth bolted for the front door. She had to save it!
Eleven
Deke held Mary Beth’s hand while she slept, concern etched on his brow.
She’d remained semiunconscious for the past two days. Her doctor had assured him that she should soon recover from her concussion. He wanted to believe that, but other than occasionally moving restlessly in her bed, Mary Beth hadn’t shown any other signs of awakening.
His gaze slowly slid over her, lingering on her pale face. She looked so fragile. He sighed and lifted her hand to his cheek, pressing his lips to her palm. God, it was a miracle that she hadn’t been burned. He sent up a prayer of thanks.
The afternoon of the fire, he’d arrived at Paradise to find the barn nearly burned to the ground and her house in flames—and Mary Beth nowhere in sight. Deke’s worst fear, that she was still in the house, was confirmed when Lightning and Lady led him to the front door with anxious barks.
Barely able to see through the dense smoke, Deke had made his way inside and had seen Mary Beth struggling to make her way outside. But just as he’d reached her, a ceiling beam had fallen and struck her in the head. He’d felt his heart stop as she’d staggered, then collapsed to the floor.
At the sound of the door opening, Deke glanced up as Jake and Ryder walked into the sterile hospital room. His family had stayed with him at the hospital around the clock, lending support and ensuring that Mary Beth received the best of care. Deke didn’t know what he would have done without them.
“How are you doing?” Jake asked Deke as he walked closer to the bed, his expression solemn as he looked at Mary Beth’s still figure lying on the stark, white sheets.
“I’m okay.” Deke’s gaze never left Mary Beth.
“Has there been any change in her condition?”
Deke shook his head. He swallowed past the hard knot in his throat and squeezed her hand a little tighter.
Ryder walked over and put his hand on Deke’s shoulder, then very cautiously said, “You know the finals start tomorrow. If you’re gonna get there in time, you’re going to have to leave soon.”
“Dammit, I know what I have to do!” Letting go of Mary Beth, Deke got abruptly to his feet and shrugged Ryder’s hand from his shoulder.
I hate you. The angry words he’d said to his father all those years ago ripped through his mind. Those hurtful words had tortured him for years. Now he was so close to fulfilling the promise that he’d made to his father. Only, in order to participate in the finals, he would fail the one person he loved the most.
Mary Beth.
Jake and Ryder exchanged a look. “What was that all about, Deke?” Jake asked quietly, raising a dark brow. His youngest brother was the most easygoing of the three of them. Something had him wound tighter than a drum. When Deke remained silent, he said, “C’mon, Deke, talk to us. We want to help you.”
Deke paced to the window, fighting against the urge to share his shame with his brothers. He wrestled with the decision another moment, then turned to look at them, his expression one of deep remorse.
“There’s no easy way to say this,” he began, jamming his hands in his pockets. “You wouldn’t remember any of this, Jake, because you were away at school the day Mom and Dad died in that plane crash.” His voice was tight, his throat dry as he spoke. His gaze went to Ryder. “Do you remember what happened the night before?”
/> Ryder looked thoughtful, then shook his head. “I’m not sure what you’re getting at,” he said, his expression guarded. “I remember that I was sick the night before with some kind of stomach flu or something. Mom had reconsidered going with Dad, but by morning I was feeling better.”
Deke didn’t remember any of that. He only remembered the terribly crushing things he’d said to his father. “I had a fight with Dad,” he told them both, and his voice shook. He drew a deep breath, then forged on, “I’d been giving him hell for a couple of months. Ignoring my homework. Skipping chores. Dad had restricted me from leaving the house.”
“That I remember,” Ryder told him, thinking back.
“Yeah, well, I was hardheaded and snuck out, anyway.” His eyes began to sting, and he blinked back tears. “Dad discovered that I was gone, and he came after me, showing up at Becky Parson’s house just as we were about to go out to the lake.” Deke didn’t have to explain why he and Becky were going to the lake.
“He dragged me home. I was embarrassed and angry. The entire ride back I wouldn’t even speak to him.” He gave a twisted smile. “But you know Dad. He never could let anything go. He tried to talk to me, and we ended up having a huge fight.” Deke gritted his teeth, then looked directly at his two brothers.
“I told him…God, I told him that I hated him.” His face contorted with anguish. He paused as the memories slammed through his mind—the anger and pain, the hard silence that could never be broken. “The next day, he and Mom were killed in that plane crash. I never got the chance to take back what I said,” he admitted, his throat tight. “I never got the chance to tell him I loved him.”
Jake looked confused. “What does that have to do with the rodeo?”
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