Summer Days

by Susan Mallery

  She paused at the door to the kitchen. Rafe was gone. She didn’t have to brace herself to see him. And although it would be difficult to face May, once that was done, she could move on. Start healing. Rita had been right—she was strong. Unlike Melinda, taking her life wasn’t anything she would consider. However much it hurt to be in love with Rafe and know that he didn’t want to love her back, she got through the day. In time, she would heal.

  She stepped into the familiar kitchen.

  “I’m done,” she said.

  “Good.” May motioned for her to join her at the table. There were several stacks of papers there.

  Heidi supposed she had things to sign. The judge’s decision had meant May would now be responsible for the mortgage and everything else that went along with the ranch.

  She took a seat. “I want to say I’m sorry for what I did. Faking the paintings and artifacts. I should have come to talk to you, May.”

  The older woman sighed. “I’m sorry, too. I was so busy falling in love with your grandfather that I didn’t stop to think about anyone else. Here you were, having your own crisis right under my nose. I feel horrible about that.”

  “Falling in love takes a lot out of a person.”

  May’s dark eyes were knowing. “You’ve been dealing with that yourself, haven’t you?”

  Heidi really didn’t want to talk about that, but couldn’t figure out a good way to distract May. Pointing out the window and saying, “Oh, look. An elephant,” probably wouldn’t work.

  That left her in the less-than-mature place of ignoring the obvious.

  “I told Glen that he would be an idiot to lose you over this,” Heidi said. “I hope you’re going to tell me he listened.”

  May smiled, then held out her left hand. A small diamond sparkled from a simple band. “He proposed and I said yes. I’m thrilled.”

  Heidi was stunned. “Congratulations. I’m happy for you.” Surprised, but still happy. “I guess Glen’s been waiting for you for a long time.”

  “That’s what he said. Oh, Heidi, I’m so happy. I loved my first husband, and when I lost him, I vowed I would never love that way again. For years, I didn’t. What a fool I was. Love is a treasure, a gift. And I’m talking like a greeting card because I’m incredibly happy.”

  Heidi squeezed her hand. “I’m happy for you, too. When’s the big day?”

  “We’re going to elope. Probably just drive up to Lake Tahoe and get married there. I don’t want anything fancy.” She patted the stacks of paper. “But that’s not why I wanted to talk to you. We need to discuss the ranch.”

  “There’s not much to discuss.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong. There’s plenty.” May handed Heidi a very long, densely written document. “We’ll need to go to a notary later, to get all this finalized.”

  “What is it?”

  May smiled. “As you know, Rafe has cosigned every document for the past couple of years. Which means he owns half this ranch.” She tapped the form she’d handed Heidi. “This gives his share to you.”

  Heidi was glad she was sitting, because she felt a distinct shift in her equilibrium. “I don’t understand.”

  “He wants you to have his half of the ranch, and so do I.” Happy tears filled May’s eyes. “Wait until you see.”

  The other woman reached for more papers and spread them across the table. “There’s so much to be done.” She smoothed out a drawing of the ranch, including boundaries and the roads that surrounded the land.

  “The vacation rentals will go here.”

  Heidi leaned forward and saw the small, neat drawings.

  “You’re still doing that?” she asked.

  May nodded. “Winter homes for the carnival workers and rental housing for summer. I’ve worked up some preliminary numbers, and the income stream is impressive. Rafe will front the building cost of the houses as a loan to us, and we’ll pay him back with the proceeds.” She beamed. “It helps to have an in with a rich man.”

  “Apparently,” Heidi murmured.

  May laughed, then returned her attention to the map. “Here’s where my animals will go. Here’s where Shane is buying adjoining land for his horses. Glen and I will build a small house here, because I think we’re going to be one of those annoying, cheerful couples, and who needs to see that first thing in the morning?”

  She looked at Heidi. “Which means this house is yours, my dear. Along with the rest of the ranch. Plenty of room for your goats. I do hope you’ll let me use the barn. I’ve heard the cold can be challenging for zebras. Obviously, we’ll have to build a special enclosure for sweet Priscilla.”

  Heidi sat in her chair, too hopeful to even draw breath. To have what had been hers returned was unbelievable, but to have it come from Rafe? She desperately wanted to think it was because he cared, but she couldn’t be sure.

  “Glen and I are planning a series of cruises starting in the fall,” May continued. “Through Europe, mostly. Did you know your grandfather is the most divine dancer? I can’t wait to get him out on the dance floor. We’ll cha-cha the night away. We’ll miss most of the construction on our new place, but I’m hoping that, until it’s done, you’ll let us stay here when we’re in town.”

  “Ah, sure.” Her head spun, and she couldn’t read the words on the contract she held. Everything blurred. “May, why are you doing this? You could have had it all.”

  “I never wanted it all, Heidi. I wanted a home. Coming back here has been wonderful. I’ve found so much more than I had ever hoped. As for giving you his half of the ranch, that was Rafe’s idea.”

  Rafe, who had never been what he seemed, she realized. Underneath that exterior of cool confidence, lay a warm and giving heart.

  “Is he back in San Francisco?” she asked.

  “Yes. I’m not sure when he plans to return, though.”

  May’s tone was concerned, as if she were worried about Heidi being upset by the news.

  “Can you tell me where his office is?” she asked.

  “Yes. Of course. You’re going to see him?”

  Heidi nodded.

  Like May, she’d been given her heart’s desire. Fear and the need to protect herself had nearly robbed her of the perfect ending. But everything was clear now.

  She and Rafe were so much alike. They both took care of the people around them. They urged others to do better, to achieve. But under all the words was fear. Fear of losing. Fear of being rejected. Fear of being hurt.

  She’d lost her parents when she was a toddler, and although Glen had loved her, she’d felt a gaping emptiness. She’d been afraid to love and lose again. Not consciously, but underneath. Then Melinda had taken her own life, cementing Heidi’s belief that loving meant losing in the most destructive way.

  Rafe, too, had seen the consequences of love and loss. His father hadn’t just died—his passing had ripped away Rafe’s childhood. He’d grown up too quickly, and parts of him had never healed.

  When his first marriage had failed, he’d had his fears confirmed. The dissolution was worse, because he didn’t feel devastated. Not realizing he’d deliberately avoided love, he took the absence of pain as proof love didn’t exist.

  They probably all needed years of therapy. Maybe they could get a group rate somewhere. But until then, they had each other. Because she knew what had gone wrong. Neither of them had been willing to risk it all. Neither of them had put their hearts on the line, exposing their souls. Neither had taken the chance.

  “I’m going right now,” Heidi said. “Just as soon as I find one thing I’ll need to take with me.”

  * * *

  HEIDI DIDN’T LIKE CITY DRIVING in the best of times, and making her way through the downtown part of San Francisco turned into a disaster. She got lost three times before finally spotting the b
uilding that housed Rafe’s office. She parked in an underground lot that had what felt like six hundred levels. She expected to have to pick her way over molten rivers from the earth’s core when she finally climbed out of her truck.

  She consoled herself with the hope that she would never have to come here again—at least not by herself. If things went well, then next time Rafe would be with her. If they went badly, she was going to let Athena loose in his lobby.

  Comforted by her plan, she took the elevator up a dizzying forty-something floors and was deposited in an elegant lobby with stunning views of the bay.

  The receptionist glanced at the pin on her blazer. Finding a Team Rafe button had been a challenge, but May had finally located one of only a half dozen made, and Heidi had collected it before leaving town.

  “I’m here to see Rafe Stryker,” Heidi told the well-dressed woman at the reception desk.

  “Do you have an appointment?”

  “No.”

  “Mr. Stryker requires all visitors to have an appointment.”

  “Why am I not surprised?” she muttered. “Please tell him Heidi Simpson would like to see him.”

  A stern-looking woman in a black suit paused by the reception desk. She turned to Heidi.

  “You are Ms. Simpson of Fool’s Gold?” she asked.

  Heidi felt as if she’d been called before the principal for mooning the school board. “Um, yes?”

  The gray-haired woman actually flashed a smile. “I’ll take care of this, Charlotte.”

  “Of course, Ms. Jennings.”

  “Follow me, please,” Ms. Jennings said.

  Heidi fell into step behind her.

  Minutes later she was walking past a big desk guarding double doors. Ms. Jennings opened the one to the right.

  “He’s in a meeting, but I’m sure he won’t mind the interruption.” There was another unexpected smile. “Well done, Ms. Simpson. Well done.”

  Heidi had no idea what she was talking about, but nodded, anyway, and stepped inside. Rafe sat on a sofa next to a stunning blonde. They were very close together, bent over some papers. Heidi was pretty sure she saw the blonde’s hand edging toward Rafe’s thigh.

  “I don’t think so,” she snapped, heading toward the couple.

  They both looked up. Rafe jumped to his feet.

  “Heidi? What are you doing here?”

  “I want to talk to you, but first, I need to take care of some business.” She stalked over to the blonde, put her hands on her hips and raised her chin. “No. You can’t have him. I don’t care what Nina told you and how compatible you think you are. The answer is no. He’s mine. He may not realize it just yet, but he will. He’s the kind of guy who accepts the fact that his mother bought an elephant. He takes care of my goats when I have the flu and…and I love him.”

  The woman stared at her for several seconds. “I’m the decorator.”

  Heidi blinked. “What?”

  The blonde smiled. “It’s okay. I can see you two have some things you need to work out. I’ll be in touch with you later, Rafe.” She collected sketches and fabric samples, slipped them into her briefcase, then stood. “I like your button,” she said, then left.

  Heidi felt heat on her cheeks. If they were closer to being on actual ground, she would wish for it to open up and swallow her whole. Or half. Half a swallowing would be a distraction.

  Rafe leaned against his desk. “You know how to make an entrance.”

  “I thought…” She swallowed. “You probably know what I thought.”

  “I told you I was done with Nina.”

  “You told me a lot of things.”

  “You should listen better.”

  “You should…” She sighed. “I can’t think of anything good to say.”

  He moved toward her. “You were doing fine a few minutes ago.” He touched the button on her shirt. “You mean that?”

  Here it was, the moment she’d been anticipating the whole drive over. She’d rehearsed speeches in her head, not able to get the words right. Which meant she was probably going to get this all wrong, but she had to try.

  “I’m sorry about the cave paintings, and the artifacts.”

  “I’m sorry I even thought about putting up those houses. It was a mistake. The town needs them, but not on the ranch.”

  She drew in a breath. This was going better than she’d hoped. “I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you. That I just acted. I should have trusted you.”

  “I should have trusted you, too.” He stroked the side of her face, then bent down and kissed her. “We’re both pretty bad at this, huh?”

  “At what?” she whispered.

  “Being in love. You did say you loved me.”

  “I meant it.”

  His dark gaze locked with hers. “I love you, too, goat girl. That decorator you attacked? She’s helping design the vacation homes we’re building. Later, she’s going to handle the remodel of the building I bought in Fool’s Gold.”

  She was still caught up in the magical phrase “I love you, too,” and couldn’t make sense of the rest of it.

  “What are you doing in Fool’s Gold?”

  “Moving my company. Dante swears he’s not leaving the Giants, but I think he can be convinced.”

  Her mind seemed to shut off. She heard the words, but they had no meaning.

  Rafe chuckled, then kissed her again. “If we’re going to be together, it’ll help if we’re in the same city, don’t you think?”

  She nodded.

  “You were planning to marry me, weren’t you?” he asked.

  She nodded again.

  She wasn’t sure if she reached for him or he reached for her. Either way she ended up in his arms, which was just where she wanted to be.

  “I’m never letting go of you,” he promised. “I’ve let go of too many of the people I love. It’s taken me a while, but I’ve learned my lesson.”

  She wasn’t sure exactly what he was talking about, but they would have plenty of time for him to explain.

  “You know, your mom and Glen are getting married.”

  “Yeah. He asked my permission to propose. That was a comfortable conversation.”

  She laughed, still hanging on, so safe and happy in his arms.

  “She really has bought some zebras,” Heidi told him. “I saw their stalls on the plans.”

  “You know anything about zebras?”

  “No.”

  “Then we’ll figure out that together, too.” His mouth brushed against the top of her head. “Ready to go home?”

  “As long as I’m with you.”

  “You’re never getting rid of me, goat girl.”

  “That’s a promise I can live with.”

  * * * * *

  Summer Love Can Last a Lifetime…

  If you loved Summer Days, don’t miss the next two titles in Susan Mallery’s new Fool’s Gold trilogy featuring three California cowboys who find love in the unlikeliest of places.

  Summer Nights (July 2012)

  All Summer Long (August 2012)

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  ISBN: 9781459230057

  Copyright © 2012 by Susan Macias Redmond

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