Matt Caldwell: Texas Tycoon
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Matt and Leslie were married in the local Presbyterian church, and the pews were full all the way to the back. Leslie thought that every single inhabitant of Jacobsville had shown up for the wedding, and she wasn’t far wrong. Matt Caldwell had been the town’s foremost bachelor for so long that curiosity brought people for miles around. All the Hart boys showed up, including the state attorney general, as well as the Ballengers, the Tremaynes, the Jacobs, the Coltrains, the Deverells, the Regans and the Burkes. The turnout read like the local social register.
Leslie wore a white designer gown with a long train and oceans of veiling and lace. The women in the office served as maids and matrons of honor, and Luke Craig acted as Matt’s best man. There were flower girls and a concert pianist. The local press was invited, but no out of town reporters. Nobody wrote about Leslie’s tragic past, either. It was a beautiful ceremony and the reception was uproarious.
Matt had pushed back her veil at the altar with the look of a man who’d inherited heaven. He smiled as he bent to kiss her, and his eyes were soft with love, as were her own.
They held hands all through the noisy reception on the lawn at Matt’s ranch, where barbecue was the order of the day.
Leslie had already changed clothes and was walking among the guests when she came upon Carolyn Engles unexpectedly.
The beautiful blonde came right up to her with a genuine smile and a present in her hands.
“I got this for you, in Paris,” Carolyn said with visible hesitation and self-consciousness. “It’s sort of a peace offering and an apology, all in one.”
“You didn’t have to do this,” Leslie stammered.
“I did.” She nodded toward the silver-wrapped present. “Open it.”
Leslie pulled off the paper with helpless excitement, puzzled and touched by the other woman’s gesture. She opened the velvet box inside and her breath caught. It was a beautiful little crystal swan, tiny and perfect.
“I thought it was a nice analogy,” Carolyn murmured. “You’ve turned out to be a lovely swan, and nobody’s going to hurt you when you go swimming around in the Jacobsville pond.”
Impulsively Leslie hugged the older woman, who laughed nervously and actually blushed.
“I’m sorry for what I did that day,” Carolyn said huskily. “Really sorry. I had no idea…”
“I don’t hold grudges,” Leslie said gently.
“I know that.” She shrugged. “I was infatuated with Matt and he couldn’t see me for dust. I went a little crazy, but I’m myself again now. I want you both to be very happy.”
“I hope the same for you,” Leslie said with a smile.
Matt saw them together and frowned. He came up beside Leslie and placed an arm around her protectively.
“Carolyn brought this to me from Paris,” Leslie said excitedly, showing him the tiny thing. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
Matt was obviously puzzled as he exchanged looks with Carolyn.
“I’m not as bad as you think I am,” Carolyn told him. “I really do hope you’ll be happy. Both of you.”
Matt’s eyes smiled. “Thank you.”
Carolyn smiled back ruefully. “I told Leslie how sorry I was for the way I behaved. I really am, Matt.”
“We all have periods of lunacy,” Matt replied. “Otherwise, nobody in his right mind would ever get into the cattle business.”
Carolyn laughed delightedly. “So they say. I have to go. I just wanted to bring Leslie the peace offering. You’ll both be on my guest list for the charity ball, by the way.”
“We’ll come, and thank you,” Matt returned.
Carolyn nodded, smiled and moved away toward where the guests’ cars were parked.
Matt pulled his new wife closer. “Surprises are breaking out like measles.”
“I noticed.” She linked her arms around his neck and reached up to kiss him tenderly. “When everybody goes home, we can lock ourselves in the bedroom and play doctor.”
He chuckled delightedly. “Can we, now? Who gets to go first?”
“Wait and see!”
He turned her back toward their guests with a grin that went from ear to ear. “Lucky me,” he said, and he wasn’t joking.
They woke the next morning in a tangle of arms and legs as the sun peered in through the gauzy curtains. Matt’s ardor had been inexhaustible, and Leslie had discovered a whole new world of sensation.
She rolled over onto her back and stretched, un-inhibited by her nudity. Matt propped himself on an elbow and looked at her with eyes full of love and possession.
“I never realized that marriage would have so many fringe benefits,” she murmured. She stretched again. “I don’t know if I have enough strength to walk after last night.”
“If you don’t, I’ll carry you,” he said with a loving smile. He reached over to kiss her lazily. “Come on, treasure. We’ll have a nice shower and then we’ll go and find some breakfast.”
She kissed him back. “I love you.”
“Same here.”
“You aren’t sorry you married me, are you?” she asked impulsively. “I mean, the past never really goes away. Someday some other reporter may dig it all back up again.”
“It won’t matter,” he said. “Everybody’s got a skeleton or two. And no, I’m not sorry I married you. It was the first sensible thing I’ve done in years. Not to mention,” he added with a sensual touch of his mouth to her body, “the most pleasurable.”
She laughed. “For me, too.” Her arms pulled him down to her and she kissed him heartily.
Her mother did get a new trial, and her sentence was shortened. She went back to serve the rest of her time with a light heart, looking forward to the day when she could get to know her daughter all over again.
As for Leslie, she and Matt grew closer with every passing day and became known locally as “the love-birds,” because they were so rarely seen apart.
Matt’s prediction about her mother’s release came true as well. Three years after the birth of their son, Leslie gave birth to a daughter who had Matt’s dark hair and, he mused, a temper to match his own. He had to fight tears when the baby was placed in his arms. He loved his son, but he’d wanted a little girl who looked like his own treasure, Leslie. Now, he told her, his life was complete. She echoed that sentiment with all her heart. The past had truly been laid to rest. She and Matt had years of happiness ahead of them.
Most of Jacobsville showed up for the baby’s christening, including a small blond woman who was enjoying her first days of freedom. Leslie’s mother had pride of place in the front pew. Leslie looked from Matt to her mother, from their three-year-old son to the baby in her arms. Her gray eyes, when they lifted to Matt’s soft, dark ones, were radiant with joy. Dreams came true, she thought. Dreams came true.
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MATT CALDWELL: TEXAS TYCOON
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dwell: Texas Tycoon