From Here to Texas
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Quito shut the door to the sleek, black sports car and stepped back. “Will I see you again before you leave?”
It wouldn’t be wise. The few minutes she’d spent with him already were burned into her memory. “I don’t know. Do you want to?”
A devilish smile suddenly crooked his mouth and he bent his head through the open window and kissed her. For a moment she was stunned and then, slowly, her mouth opened and her hand came up to cup the side of his face.
How could it be that the taste of him, the feel of his lips, were so sweetly the same? she wondered. And how could it be that she still wanted him so badly?
By the time he pulled his head back from hers, she could feel her pulse beating wildly in her temples.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Dear Reader,
Well, as promised, the dog days of summer have set in, which means one last chance at the beach reading that’s an integral part of this season (even if you do most of it on the subway, like I do!). We begin with The Beauty Queen’s Makeover by Teresa Southwick, next up in our MOST LIKELY TO… miniseries. She was the girl “most likely to” way back when, and he was the awkward geek. Now they’ve all but switched places, and the fireworks are about to begin….
In From Here to Texas, Stella Bagwell’s next MEN OF THE WEST book, a Navajo man and the girl who walked out on him years ago have to decide if they believe in second chances. And speaking of second chances (or first ones, anyway), picture this: a teenaged girl obsessed with a gorgeous college boy writes down some of her impure thoughts in her diary, and buries said diary in the walls of an old house in town. Flash forward ten-ish years, and the boy, now a man, is back in town—and about to dismantle the old house, brick by brick. Can she find her diary before he does? Find out in Christine Flynn’s finale to her GOING HOME miniseries, Confessions of a Small-Town Girl. In Everything She’s Ever Wanted by Mary J. Forbes, a traumatized woman is finally convinced to come out of hiding, thanks to the one man she can trust. In Nicole Foster’s Sawyer’s Special Delivery, a man who’s played knight-in-shining armor gets to do it again—to a woman (cum newborn baby) desperate for his help, even if she hates to admit it. And in The Last Time I Saw Venice by Vivienne Wallington, a couple traumatized by the loss of their child hopes that the beautiful city that brought them together can work its magic—one more time.
So have your fun. And next month it’s time to get serious—about reading, that is….
Enjoy!
Gail Chasan
Senior Editor
FROM HERE TO TEXAS
Stella Bagwell
To my editor, Stacy Boyd, for being such a dear joy to
work with. Thank you for keeping me on the right track.
Books by Stella Bagwell
Silhouette Special Edition
Found: One Runaway Bride #1049
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White Dove’s Promise #1478
††Should Have Been Her Child #1570
††His Defender #1582
††Her Texas Ranger #1622
††A Baby on the Ranch #1648
In a Texas Minute #1677
††Redwing’s Lady #1695
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The Heiress and the Sheriff
Maitland Maternity
Just for Christmas
A Bouquet of Babies
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Going to the Chapel
“The Bride’s Big Adventure”
Silhouette Romance
Golden Glory #469
Moonlight Bandit #485
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Madeline’s Song #543
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The New Kid in Town #587
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Hillbilly Heart #634
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*New Year’s Baby #915
Hero in Disguise #954
Corporate Cowgirl #991
Daniel’s Daddy #1020
A Cowboy for Christmas #1052
Daddy Lessons #1085
Wanted: Wife #1140
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†The Rancher’s Bride #1224
†The Tycoon’s Tots #1228
†The Rancher’s Blessed Event #1296
†The Ranger and the Widow Woman #1314
†The Cowboy and the Debutante #1334
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The Bridal Bargain #1414
Falling for Grace #1456
The Expectant Princess #1504
The Missing Maitland #1546
Because of the Ring #1589
STELLA BAGWELL
sold her first book to Silhouette in November 1985. More than fifty novels later, she still loves her job and says she isn’t completely content unless she’s writing. Recently she and her husband moved from the hills of Oklahoma to Seadrift, Texas, a sleepy little fishing town located on the coastal bend. Stella says the water, the tropical climate and the seabirds make it a lovely place to let her imagination soar and to put the stories in her head down on paper.
She and her husband have one son, Jason, who lives and teaches high school math in nearby Port Lavaca.
My darling Clementine,
Morning is dawning and as I watch the sun rise over the desert mountains, I can hardly wait for the day to come and the hours to pass before I can be with you again.
The scent of you, the taste of you, the feel of your soft body next to mine runs deep in my blood and I realize I am a lost man.
I understand that we come from different worlds and that you’re afraid to try to live in mine. But when we make love I believe we both forget that I am Mexican and Navajo and that you are from a rich, white family.
If you go back to Texas, my love, my broken heart will go with you for always.
Love,
Quito
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter One
Quito Perez was sweating by the time he walked into the Wagon Wheel Café and, though he hated sitting close to the door, he sank onto the first available bar stool rather than work his way toward a booth in the back.
Damn it! He hated the weak quiver in his legs, the labored breathing after two blocks of simple walking. Even so, he was grateful to God to still be alive.
A month had passed since someone had driven up beside his SUV and blasted three nine millimeter slugs at him. The bullets had smashed into his vehicle and gone on to shatter his ribs, collapse a lung and rip his spleen to shreds. But he’d cheated the murdering bastard who’d tried to kill him. He’d survived.
“Hey, Sheriff, how’s it going today?”
He looked up to see Betty, a middle-aged waitress who’d worked at the Wagon Wheel for as long as he could remember. She had coarse features and rough hands but sh
e was a hardworking woman with a soft heart. He could always count on her for good service and a sympathetic word.
“I can’t complain, Betty. I saw the sunrise this morning.”
With an understanding smile, she reached across the countertop and patted his hand. “We all prayed for you, Sheriff, while you were down. And see, you’re already up and around and back in the saddle,” she said brightly.
Quito wasn’t exactly back in the saddle completely. But a week ago, he’d finally returned to light duty at his desk. It was great to be back at work, yet he wished he could go at full throttle. He was a man who’d never been sick or down with an injury. Having to coddle himself was a pain in the rear. One that he was more than ready to be rid of.
“I hope all the people around the county know how much I appreciate their thoughts and prayers,” Quito told her. “I just wish I was back to full strength. Jess and Daniel are working themselves to death.”
Betty pulled a pad and pen from a pocket on her pink uniform. “I wouldn’t worry one minute about those two lawmen of yours. They’re young and in their prime. You can’t work those two guys down. Besides, you’ll be your old self before you know it. You just need some of Nadine’s biscuits and eggs to put some tallow back on you.”
“Add some bacon and hash browns to that and I’ll eat it,” he told her.
“I hear you,” she said with a wide grin. The woman scribbled the order down on her pad, then hurried away to pour the sheriff a cup of coffee.
To his left and a few feet behind him, Quito heard the cowbell jingle as the door to the café opened and closed. Seconds later, a strong male hand was squeezing his shoulder.
“Mornin’ Quito.”
He didn’t have to look up to know the greeting had come from his under sheriff, Jess Hastings. The tall, sandy-haired lawman had been his right-hand man for nearly three years now. Between Jess and their chief deputy, Daniel Redwing, he hadn’t had to worry about law and order being kept in the county while he recuperated. The two men could be trusted completely.
“Good morning, Jess. Where’s Redwing? Isn’t he going to eat breakfast with us this morning?”
Jess grinned slyly as he slung a leg over the adjacent bar stool. “Maggie is seeing that Daniel gets fed.”
The deputy had married Jess’s widowed sister-in-law three weeks ago. Quito had barely been released from the hospital and had still been wearing drain tubes at the time, but he’d managed to sit on the church pew long enough to see the pair exchange their wedding vows. The wedding had been one of the happier moments he’d had since he’d been shot.
Quito chuckled. “Oh, yeah, sometimes I forget he’s a newlywed.”
“Well, it was quite a shock to see the guy walk down the aisle. I thought he hated women.” Jess grunted with amusement. “Little did I know.”
Betty reappeared with Quito’s coffee along with another cup for Jess. She took Jesse’s order and hurried away to a customer who was motioning for her attention.
Quito took a sip of the sustaining caffeine then glanced over at his friend and fellow lawman. “Don’t suppose you’ve had any new leads come into your desk. Leads about the shooting, that is,” he added, even though he figured Jess understood.
The other man glumly shook his head. “Not anything credible. We’ve had all sorts of people saying they saw a black Dodge with heavily tinted windows in the area the day you were shot, but no one has any idea of the tag number. One guy thinks it had Nevada plates, but hell, the thing could have been rented.”
Quito shook his head. “I doubt it, Jess. Pickup trucks aren’t big rental vehicles. A person wouldn’t need a truck, he could shoot out of a car just as easily.”
Jess shrugged. “Yeah, but in a truck the shooter would be sitting up higher and have a better view at the target.”
Quito resisted shuddering at the fact that he’d been the target. “That’s true.” He took another sip of the coffee and rubbed the palm of his hand against his brow. It came away wet even though the room was air-conditioned. “You know, Jess, I lay awake at night—wondering who the hell hates me enough to want me dead. I can’t think of anyone. Or maybe I just don’t want to think any of my friends isn’t really a friend.”
Jess shook his head. “Listen, Quito, I know what you’re thinking—what you’re going through. It doesn’t do any good to let yourself start getting paranoid about everyone around you.”
More than a year ago, Jess had also been shot while investigating a murder. The bullet had knocked him over into a deep ravine and the fall itself had nearly killed him, not to mention all the blood that he’d lost. Thankfully they’d eventually found the shooter and a jury had sentenced him to many long years in the penitentiary.
“You’re right,” Quito replied. “I just need to keep my eyes and ears open. That’s all.”
“And you need to get completely well before you start working ten to twelve hours a day,” Jess told him. “Bet the doctor has already given you those orders.”
Quito nodded. “Don’t worry, Jess, I’m taking things slow. Well, as slow as I can.”
From the other end of the busy diner, Betty appeared through a set of swinging doors. She was carrying a tray loaded with two platters of breakfast food and she headed straight for the two San Juan County lawmen.
“Here you go, guys.” She placed the steaming food in front of them. “I’ll get you some more coffee. Want anything else?”
The two men both assured her they were content and they dug into their eggs and biscuits. As they ate, they continued to talk about the few leads they’d had on Quito’s shooting before they finally turned their attention to a recent rash of burglaries.
Jess had just finished the last bite on his plate when his pager went off. After he checked the message, he told Quito he had to go and threw down a bill large enough to pay for several meals.
“Hey, this is too much money!” Quito called after him.
Jess waved a hand as he hurried out the door. “You can buy next time.”
He gave the bill to Betty and she went to the cash register to pay both men out. While he waited for her to return with the change, he sipped the last of his coffee and glanced around the long room. It was seven-thirty and the place was jammed with customers. A nonsmoking policy had never been enforced in the eating place and the blue-gray clouds waved and dipped through the air as diners ate and read the Farmington Daily.
Betty got caught at the register and ended up waiting on several customers before she finally returned with Quito’s change. As she counted the change out to him, she said with a wide grin, “Looks like Jess was feeling generous this morning. Guess that’s what living with Victoria does to the man. When are you ever going to find yourself a good woman, Quito?”
Just as he started to tell her there weren’t any good women who’d put up with him, the cowbell jangled and Betty eyed the potential customer with great interest.
“Uh—maybe that’s her right there,” she murmured under her breath.
Quito slowly looked over his shoulder and immediately felt as though someone had smashed him in the gut.
Dear God, it was Clementine Jones!
Without even glancing his way, she walked past him and eased into an empty booth. For a moment, as Quito watched her settle herself on the vinyl seat, he thought his lung must have collapsed again. He couldn’t breathe in or out and his heart was racing, tripping weakly against his busted ribs.
“Sheriff? Is that someone you know?”
The question had come from Betty and he looked around to see the waitress was still standing across the counter from him. Her curious gaze was wavering between him and Clementine.
“Yeah,” he said grimly. “I thought I knew her.” He adjusted the brim of his gray Stetson and slid from the bar stool. “Excuse me, Betty. Oh, here you go.” He tossed an extra nice tip on the table and walked away from the bar.
Clementine didn’t notice his approach. She was too busy folding away her designer sun
glasses and stowing them in a leather handbag.
Once he was standing at the side of her table, he said in a low voice, “Hello, Clementine.”
The greeting caused her head to jerk up. Recognition flashed in her eyes and just as quickly her rosy-beige skin turned the color of a sick olive.
“Hello, Quito.”
His nostrils flared as he tried to draw in the oxygen his body was craving. Clementine Jones was as beautiful, no he mentally corrected himself, she was even more beautiful than he remembered. Her waist-length hair was straight and glossy and the color of a west Texas wheat field just before harvest time. Eyes as blue as a New Mexican sky were almond shaped and fringed with long dark lashes. Her lips were full and bow shaped, and at the moment naked. The point of her chin was slightly dented and though it wasn’t evident now, when she smiled there was a dimple in her left cheek.
Clementine looked as classy and out of place in this diner, Quito thought, as a Mustang would in Linc Ketchum’s remuda on the T Bar K.
“This is quite a surprise,” he said, “seeing you back in town.”
Her gaze fluttered awkwardly away from his as she shrugged a long strand of hair back over her shoulder. “Yes, it’s been a while.”
“Eleven years is a long time,” he stated.
The idea that he’d kept count had her gaze swinging back to his. Pink color seeped into the skin covering her high, slanted cheekbones.
“How have you been, Quito? Still the sheriff, I see.”
Something inside him snapped, then ricocheted around in him as her gaze slipped to the badge pinned to the left side of his chest.
“I’m making it, okay. The people around here still want me as their peacemaker and I’m glad to oblige.”
His drawl held the faintest edge and she must have picked up on the sharpness because the corners of her lips tightened ever so slightly.
“Must be nice to be wanted,” she murmured.
“You ought to know,” he countered softly. “See ya’ around, Clem.”
He turned away from the booth to leave and noticed Betty heading toward them with her pad and pencil.