by Vonnie Davis
“Is Gus here?” Her gaze darted toward Brandon, and she relaxed. He’d slid his chair over to the table of women and was deep in conversation.
“No, he slipped out early. Said he needed to be somewhere.” A twinkle sparkled in his blue eyes. “Figure it must’ve been important for him to leave on a Friday night.”
A man stepped to the bar, cue stick in hand. “Need four long necks.”
“Lose another game, Billy Wayne?” Marshall reached into the cooler for the beer.
The man slapped some cash on the bar, then looked at her and smiled. “Hey, aren’t you the girl my cousin’s been seeing?” He forked his fingers around the four bottles the bar tender opened for him.
“Cousin?” He did look familiar.
“Tyler Desmond. When I visited him in the hospital, he told me how you’d taken care of little Livvy for him. Was right kind of you.”
“Thanks.” She gave him a weak smile before looking around the bar. Who could she ask for a ride home? None of her girlfriends were here. Oh, crap.
Marshall tapped her arm. “You okay, Lacy? You look troubled.”
“My date is drunk, and I’m going to need a ride home. I was hoping I could borrow some money from Gus to call a cab.”
“What the hell are you doing? Throwing that ass of yours at another man while I’m the one paying for your dinner and booze?” The belligerent voice made her turn.
“There’s no need to get nasty, Brandon,” she replied, not trying to keep the annoyance from her voice. “I think this date’s over, don’t you? Why don’t you just go on back to the lady in pink and leave me alone. I’ll find my own way home.”
“Like hell. You owe me.” Her date grabbed her arm.
Billy Wayne set the bottles back on the bar before his hand clasped hard on Brandon’s shoulder. “How ’bout a game of pool, buddy?”
Lacy stepped back as Billy Wayne’s diversionary tactic worked.
Brandon’s scowl went from her to him. “No way in hell, buddy.”
Once her date stormed off, Billy Wayne reached for his phone and dialed a number. “Got a situation here, cousin.” He winked at her. “Some bastard’s got his hands on Lacy. Thought you two was serious. What the hell’s goin’ on?” He chuckled as he slipped the phone back in his pocket. “Sometimes that cousin of mine needs a fire lit under his carcass. He’ll be here before you finish a drink.”
Ten minutes later, perched on a barstool next to Billy Wayne, Lacy watched Tyler charge into the Lonesome Steer with hellfire in his eyes. She’d never seen her cowboy’s Comanche heritage more pronounced than it was at this moment. For some reason, a jolt of desire shocked her entire system.
After stalking up to them, he wrapped his arm around her waist and spared Billy Wayne a glance. “Thanks, cousin. I’m indebted.” Not one word for her. No. Not a single one.
Billy Wayne leaned over to make eye contact with Tyler. “Bastard left once he knew I’d called you. For some reason he seemed scared of a confrontation.”
“Then he’s not as dumb as he appeared.”
The Rattlesnakes started playing, and Tyler tugged her off the stool. He led her to the dance floor, but didn’t look at her or talk. Anger vibrated off him, making her nervous.
“Aren’t you going to speak to me?” She felt a full-blown prattle coming on, but all air whooshed from her lungs when he pulled her against the strength of him. A tingle of awareness started in her belly and rippled out like a stone thrown in a pond.
She had to concentrate on breathing. The power of him at this moment was something she’d never experienced. Should she be scared, or aroused?
“I’m sorry Billy Wayne called you,” she eventually continued in response to his silence. “I know you’d rather be home with Olivia. See, he saw Brandon grab me when I told him our date was over. I…I never asked him to call you.”
Tyler stared straight ahead at some unseen object, the muscle in his jaw bunching. Oh, he was in a temper, he was. She fought back a smile. Why did that please her?
“Brandon had too much to drink and was turning into a bully.”
“Like me?” He still wouldn’t look at her as he expertly led her across the floor in a smooth Texas two-step. Gus’s lecture on male pride rushed back. She’d wounded Tyler’s when she lashed out, calling him a bully.
“I was wrong to call you that.” Her hand swept up to his neck and cupped it, hoping to lower his head to hers. “You could never be a bully. And Brandon could never measure up to you.” She leaned in and kissed his neck, feeling him shudder. “Never in a million years could he measure up to the wonderful man you are.”
At last, Tyler’s fuming hold on her softened and he audibly exhaled. A warm hand swept up and down her back, as if branding her to his touch. His dark head inclined and he whispered in her ear. “I told you I loved you, and you threw it back in my face, as if it didn’t matter a tinker’s damn.”
“Oh, it matters, cowboy. I’ve loved you since forever, and I couldn’t believe you could ever feel love for me.”
“Why? Don’t you think you’re deserving of love? The forever kind?”
She snuggled into the warmth of him, and tears flowed.
“I told you I didn’t want you seeing anyone else.”
Evidently, he needed to get it all out of his system. She’d give him that. “Yes, you did. But when you stopped contacting me, I thought our relationship was over. What was I to think, Tyler?” She wiped away tears.
“Did you think my feelings for you would go away over an argument?”
“You never told me you loved me until today.” Her temper rose. What was she? A mind reader? If he wouldn’t say it, how was she to know?
He kissed her neck, nipped it and soothed it with his tongue. Wetness pooled and dampened her panties.
“Didn’t I show you with every word, every touch, every kiss? Must a man always say the words?”
“Just as a man has his pride, a woman has a need to hear words of love. It’s one of the ways we’re different.”
The music stopped, and they pulled apart, staring at each other. Was he contemplating her remarks? Was he getting it? Applause erupted as the Rattlesnakes began playing the crowd favorite, “Back Where You Belong.”
Tyler extended his hand, and she stepped into his arms.
“I love you. I’ve never loved a woman the way I love you. At times I think you’re the air I breathe. These last two weeks without you have been pure hell.” He kissed her slow and tender, his lips caressing hers.
“What kind of relationship will we have? It’s going to be mighty shallow if you won’t allow me to be part of your daughter’s life.” She needed to get this important aspect ironed out.
He pulled her closer as if he could absorb her into his body. “Guess I didn’t realize how territorial I was where she’s concerned. When her mother left, I picked up the reins of total parenthood. Everything about Olivia was my responsibility. I knew her mother’s leaving left scars and I was determined to erase them.”
“You’re a great father.”
“I try. But looks like I need to try harder at being a better man for you. A man who includes you in all areas of his life.”
“You mean with Olivia?”
He nodded and smiled. “She needs you almost as much as I do. Been giving some thought to your fine project of helping teens who’ve been bullied. I can see where it’s needed. Not just locally, but nationally. What if we made it a family project? The three of us pulling together to create a common good.” He pulled back as if to gauge her reaction to his question.
“A family project?” He wanted to help her with TAB? That would be great, but what did he mean by a family project? Did he want them to live together? Not a good choice when an impressionable teenager was involved. Or, did he mean marriage? Dare she hope?
He turned her around on the dance floor and kissed her ear. “Listen…”
She did so, to the lead singer of the Rattlesnakes crooning…
This cold world tugs us apart,
Yet you know what’s in my heart.
A love that’s true and sweet and strong,
For you’re right back where you belong.
I’ve loved you through the hard times;
Through the bleak and lonely night times.
When I thought all hope was gone,
You came on back where you belong.
Lacy gazed at him through a film of tears. The words to the song pulled on her emotions, on her love for him.
“This is where you belong. Here in my arms, and in my family. I’ll love you forever and a day. Marry me, Lacy. Olivia and I need you.”
“Well,” she smiled and pursed her lips. “I do love an intelligent cowboy. And you’re so right. This is where I belong.”
She rose on her tiptoes and kissed the man she adored.
Long and slow and forever.
A word about the author…
Vonnie Davis holds a degree in English with a concentration in technical writing. She is retired and has traded in her tailored technical writing clothes for the feather boa of a romance writer. She considers herself a fairy godmother, of sorts, creating happy endings for her characters. Her debut novel, Storm’s Interlude, was awarded the HOLT Medallion Award of Merit in two categories: Best book by a Virginia author and Best Mainstream Single Title.
She lives in southern Virginia with her husband, who is also a writer, and one spoiled tabby, who prefers to read the labels on his cat food bags. She is an active blogger on www.vintagevonnie.blogspot.com and a regular contributor to the Roses of Prose, www.rosesofprose.blogspot.com and RWA’s From the Heart’s blog, www.voicesftheart.blogspot.com.
She loves hearing from her readers. You may email her at [email protected]
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