by Brenda Novak
“What’s up with you girls tonight?” Bobby asked, scratching his head as they all turned slowly in a circle to Lee Ann Womack’s “I Hope You Dance.”
“Conner’s here,” Rebecca explained.
“The millionaire’s grandson?”
Rebecca nodded. “That’s him.”
Billy Joe smiled. “Where?”
“Don’t look now,” Delaney cried. “He might be watching us.”
“Then, let’s give him a show, darlin’.” Pulling her into a much tighter embrace, he buried his face in her neck and clung to her as though they were lovers.
“I think you’ve had too much to drink,” Delaney said, squirming until she could maneuver them into a position that was a little more respectable. But he only laughed and dropped a quick kiss on her lips.
“Let’s see how he likes that,” he said, but Rebecca and Bobby weren’t laughing with him, and the moment Delaney looked up, she saw why. Conner was charging through the dancers, practically shoving them to one side. And he was coming straight for her.
She gazed up at Billy Joe. “I don’t think he liked it.”
“I don’t think so, either,” he said, sobering.
Delaney didn’t have a chance to say any more before Conner took hold of her arm.
“I believe this is my dance,” he said.
Billy Joe hesitated, but after a moment, he stepped back. “Sure. I was just congratulating her on the baby.”
“Fine,” Conner said. “We appreciate it.” But his body language said he didn’t appreciate Billy Joe at all, and Billy Joe knew enough to clear out.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Delaney asked, as Conner slipped his arms around her waist.
“Dancing.”
She tilted back her head to see his face. “You had no right to break in.”
“You’re carrying my baby. I think that gives me some rights.”
Delaney tried to stop dancing, but he pressed his hand against the small of her back and kept her swaying with him to the music.
“Don’t you agree?”
“That would depend on what kind of rights you mean,” she said. “You’re acting as though you have some say over what I do.”
“What’s wrong?” he asked. “You already got what you want from me and now you’re not interested in any more?”
Not interested in any more? Delaney could feel his body only a heartbeat away, and remembered how he’d made love to her. He’d used his hands and his mouth to relax and excite her in ways she’d never imagined, then struck a rhythm that carried her with him, swiftly and easily, until she forgot all self-consciousness and everything else—except him. He’d been part of every thought, every sensation, and was now so inextricably connected to her ideal of the perfect lover that she wondered if anyone else would ever compare.
“I don’t know what you want me to say.” She glanced at the people around them as if the sight of the familiar might take her mind off being in Conner’s arms again. “I can’t undo what happened in Boise.”
Rebecca touched her shoulder from behind. “Laney, we’ll be over at the darts.”
“Great. I’ll go with you,” she said, and started to step away, but Conner locked his hands behind her back.
“She’ll meet you later,” he told Rebecca.
Rebecca looked at Delaney, obviously trying to determine whether or not she should get involved, and Delaney waved her on. “Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll be over in a minute.”
Rebecca hesitated another second, but finally nodded and left, and Delaney watched Conner’s eyes follow her friend across the floor.
“Your partner in crime,” he said.
“She means well.”
“And what about you, Laney? Do you mean well?”
Delaney could smell his cologne, feel his breath on her face. His hands gently massaged her back and held her closer, making her wonder where he was going with all this. Was he still trying to punish her in some way? His anger obviously hadn’t cooled. Delaney wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to forgive her. So why was he dancing with her now?
“Do you want to hear another apology? Is that what you want?” she asked, letting her confusion show in her voice.
He frowned at her, then shook his head and suddenly released her. “I don’t know what I want,” he said, and walked off, leaving her standing on the dance floor staring after him.
CONNER DOWNED the contents of his glass, hoping the alcohol would calm the conflicting emotions inside him. He was angry—but that was okay. Considering the circumstances, anger was a reasonable reaction. What wasn’t so reasonable was the jealousy that twisted inside him every time he saw Delaney dancing or laughing with someone else. The child she carried belonged to him. But she didn’t. As she’d informed him, he had no say over what she did, and he couldn’t figure out why her freedom to interact with other men bothered him so much.
Except she owed him something, didn’t she?
He couldn’t decide. What had happened in Boise was simply a one-night stand. He’d had brief encounters with other women, women from whom he wouldn’t have accepted any claims later on. But this time there was a baby involved, and a baby was a tie that could never be broken. That meant they owed each other something. In his mind, Delaney had no business milling about the singles’ scene.
Only she was still single. And he was here tonight, wasn’t he? If she shouldn’t be acting as though she was available, did that mean he shouldn’t, either?
“Looks like you’re having a great time. I’m glad I brought you,” Roy said, turning back from a conversation he’d been having with a small group of men at the table next to them.
“I’m having a blast,” Conner replied, just as sarcastically, but before he could say more he noticed the tall blond cowboy he’d once met at the feed store approaching their table.
“Hey, Josh,” Roy said. “How’s the horse-breeding business?”
Josh nodded at him. “Roy. Can’t complain. How’s things at the Running Y?”
Roy shook his head. “Could be better. You remember Conner Armstrong, don’t you?”
“I do.” Josh reached out to shake his hand, which forced Conner to turn his thoughts away from Delaney for a few seconds.
“Good to see you again,” Conner said. “Want to sit down?”
“Sure.” Josh pulled up a chair, stretched his legs out in front of him and hooked an arm over the wooden back. “I’ll have a Heineken,” he told the waitress, who’d hurried over the moment she saw him and was smiling eagerly at them both.
“I’ll have one, too,” Conner said.
She looked expectantly at Roy, who shook his head, then told them she’d be right back.
Josh scooted his chair around so he was half facing the dance floor. “I hear you’ve put the place up for sale,” he said.
Roy’s scowl left no question as to how he felt about that, so Conner answered. “Yeah.”
“How much you askin’?”
“You in the market?”
“Possibly. My brother and I’ve been looking for some long-term investments and we think the land will be worth quite a bit someday, when the economy improves.” He shrugged. “In the meantime, we can always use the acreage to expand our business.”
Conner thought about how his grandfather had started out—as a poor country boy who’d borrowed every dime he needed to buy land and stock his first year. Somehow Clive had managed to make good, to build something out of nothing. The last thing Conner wanted was to let the symbol of that legacy slip through his fingers.
But all the nostalgia in the world couldn’t save a failing ranch. “I’ll send you a sales packet,” he said.
Josh gave him a friendly smile. “Roy knows where to find me.”
The waitress returned with their beers, and Conner insisted on buying. Josh said he’d grab the next round, but the way he kept glancing at the corner where Delaney and her friends were playing darts bothered Conner. He wasn’t sure t
here’d be a next round.
“You see something you like?” Conner finally asked.
“What?”
Conner indicated Delaney and her group with a nod.
Josh grimaced and brought his chair around. “No, Rebecca’s engaged. And I’m going out with someone else.”
So it was Rebecca who kept drawing his eye, not Delaney. Conner couldn’t understand any man being attracted to Rebecca over Delaney, but in that instant, he decided he liked Josh Hill, after all.
Roy chuckled. “Josh would never get involved with Rebecca, anyway. They can’t even say hello without an argument. Ain’t that right, Josh?”
“Right. I’m not a glutton for punishment,” he said, but something about the way he said it made Conner wonder whom the man was trying to convince.
“Remember that time when you two were still in high school and she wrote ‘Josh sucks’ with bleach on your lawn?” Roy asked.
“How could I forget?” Josh laughed and shook his head. “My father was furious. It took all summer to restore the grass.”
“What did you do to set her off?” Conner asked.
“Stole some panties from her gym locker and ran them up the flagpole,” Josh said with a grin. “Which was probably bad enough. Only Rebecca doesn’t wear just any panties. These were more like a thong, so she was pretty embarrassed.”
“But he didn’t have to do anything to provoke her,” Roy explained. “For some reason, she’s always had it in for him.”
Josh glanced over at Rebecca again. “Yeah, it’s a good thing she’s marrying and settling down.”
The wistfulness in his voice told Conner he wasn’t very convinced of that, either, but before the conversation could go any further, a tiny brunette—probably only five feet flat and a hundred pounds—marched up, wearing a pair of tight jeans and an even tighter sweater, and helped herself to Josh’s beer.
“There you are,” she said to him. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”
“This is Mary,” Josh said. He took a drink from his beer bottle, since she had his glass, then tipped the mouth of it at a slight angle toward Conner. “Mary, have you met Clive Armstrong’s grandson?”
She shook her head, her smile bright. “This is Conner? I haven’t met him, but I’ve heard a lot about him.”
Conner could only imagine what.
“Congratulations on the coming baby, by the way,” she said. “I didn’t realize you and Delaney even knew each other before you moved to town.”
We didn’t, Conner thought, but he wouldn’t say it. He sensed Mary was probing, and whether Delaney deserved to have the truth catch up with her or not, he refused to leave her vulnerable to the ridicule of this woman or anyone else. “We once met in Boise,” he said, making it sound as though it was some time ago.
“That must have been a memorable meeting,” she said.
Conner smiled. “It was.”
Too memorable, he added mentally.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK they’re talking about?” Rebecca asked, covertly eyeing Conner and Josh when Billy Joe and Bobby went to the bar to get another drink.
Delaney set down her darts and took a stool, firmly keeping her back to Conner so she wouldn’t be tempted to stare. “Us. They keep glancing over here.” She knew because she caught Conner looking at her whenever she looked at him.
Rebecca bit her lip, and Delaney knew she wanted to smoke, just as she knew Rebecca would never let herself do it while Josh Hill was in the bar.
“I haven’t seen Josh for months and now I seem to run into him everywhere,” she complained.
“Maybe he’s trying to warn Conner about us,” Delaney said.
“No one’s ever warned anyone about you.”
“He’s too late, anyway.”
Rebecca didn’t seem to be listening. “And where there’s Josh, there’s Mary,” she added.
“Beck, you’re really scaring me. You’re getting married in a month, and yet I’m beginning to suspect you have some sort of interest in Josh.”
“Interest?” Rebecca cried. “I have no interest in Josh Hill. I’ve never even liked him. He’s the last person on earth I’d ever get with. I—I don’t even find him attractive.”
Delaney narrowed her eyes. “Okay, I know that’s a big lie.”
Rebecca glowered at her for a moment before answering. “All right, so six feet two inches of lean muscle, a calendar smile and golden-brown skin would be attractive to anyone. But the only feelings I have for him are bad feelings.”
“I don’t know, Beck. Methinks thou dost protest too much.”
“When I was eight, he made me wreck my bicycle and skin both my knees,” she said, as if this unfortunate incident was somehow relevant today.
“So? You paid him back by giving him a fat lip. Besides, that was twenty-three years ago. What’s your point?”
“That I don’t like him any more now than I did then.”
Delaney scrutinized Rebecca’s face. She knew her best friend too well to believe what she was saying, and yet Rebecca was so emphatic about it that Delaney could do nothing but accept her words at face value. “You’re sure, then? About Buddy, I mean?”
Rebecca waved her concern away. “Of course I’m sure.”
“How are you sure?” Delaney pressed.
“What do you mean?” Rebecca picked up her darts and threw a perfect bull’s-eye. “He loves me for who I am. And he…I don’t know.” She threw another dart and hit a ten, which didn’t count for anything. “There’s no pressure. It’s nice.”
“And Josh?” Delaney asked.
Rebecca threw her third dart, which missed the board entirely, bounced off the wall and hit the floor. The two groups playing on either side of them looked up in surprise. Rebecca gave them a glare that told them to mind their own business, and they went back to their respective games. “He and Mary are meant for each other,” she said. “Golden boy marries golden girl. High school quarterback marries high school cheerleader.”
Delaney scooped up her own darts, waited for Rebecca to remove hers from the board, then began to throw. “I hope you’re right—about Buddy, about Josh, about everything,” she said. “Because I’ve got to tell you, I’ve never met anybody as unlucky in love as we are.”
“Did someone say they want to get lucky?” Billy Joe piped up as he and his brother returned, coming in on the end of the conversation.
Bobby wiggled his brows at them. “Ladies, look no farther,” he said, but before Delaney and Rebecca could tell them both to quit dreaming, another man interrupted. A man who hadn’t previously been part of their group.
“Not tonight,” he said, and the sound of his voice made Delaney’s final throw veer off and nearly stab Rebecca. It was Conner. He was standing at their table, holding her coat, which she’d slung over a stool. “Come on, Delaney,” he said. “It’s time to go.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
DELANEY BLINKED. “Did we have plans to leave together?” she asked.
For a moment Conner looked a little uncomfortable. “No, but it’s getting late and you need your rest.”
Delaney wasn’t ready to go. She was having fun for the first time in weeks. “But I’m not going back to the ranch,” she said, trying to understand why he was being so insistent. “I’m off for the weekend, remember?”
“I know,” he said. “I’ll give you a ride home.”
An assertive person stands up for her tastes, desires, values and opinions, Delaney told herself. An assertive person does not give in to the domination of others.
But an assertive person also recognizes the validity of others’ views. So she didn’t see any harm in standing up to Conner without making a scene.
“Will you excuse us for a moment?” she asked Rebecca, Billy Joe and Bobby, who were staring at them in surprise.
“Remember what I did to Josh when he skinned my knees?” Rebecca muttered. “All it takes is one punch.”
Delaney feared it wasn’t going to be as eas
y as one punch. “I’ll be right back,” she said, and took her coat from Conner.
“You tell him, Laney!” she heard Billy Joe call as they made their way out.
The cold air felt good after the overcrowded, smoky atmosphere of the Honky Tonk. The night was clear, the stars bright. Delaney leaned against the outside wall and opened her mouth to tell Conner exactly what she thought, but then Josh and Mary came out and she said good-night to them instead.
“What’s the matter?” she asked Conner once they were gone.
The light from the windows of the Honky Tonk was too dim to read much of his expression, but Conner didn’t look happy.
“Nothing,” he said. “Everything’s fine. It’s just getting late.”
“Late? It’s not even midnight. The Honky Tonk doesn’t close until two.”
“I’m ready to leave,” he said.
“I’m not.”
Shoving his hands in his pockets, he walked to the edge of the porch, pivoted and came back. “Well, you shouldn’t be drinking. It’s not good for the baby,” he said.
“I’m not drinking. I’ve only had soda water. I’d never do anything to endanger this baby.”
He hesitated. “Secondhand smoke isn’t good for the baby, either.”
Where was he going with this? “Conner, Rebecca always smokes outside the house. So the only time I’m around secondhand smoke, even hers, is here, and I come maybe twice a month. I don’t think that puts me in a high-risk category.”
“Why do you want to stay here, anyway?” he suddenly demanded. “So you can dance with Curly and Moe in there?”
“That’s Billy Joe and Bobby, and they happen to be friends of mine.” She pushed away from the wall and went to sit on the bench that seated the Honky Tonk’s overflow on warm summer nights. “And I’m having fun. You don’t have a problem with that, do you? Because I’m finding your reaction a little strange. You’re my employer.”
