Forever Dreams

by Leeanna Morgan

  Trent stood still long enough to glare at his friend. It didn't do much good. Adam stared straight back. "Is this your legal opinion or something you spout off to every idiot who walks through your door?"

  "I don't see many idiots who want a divorce after two weeks of marriage. What's going on?"

  "Nothing."

  "Well, that much is obvious. You didn't mention anything about a divorce at the barbecue last Friday, so what's happened?"

  "It's a long story," Trent muttered.

  Adam stood up and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair.

  "Where are you going?"

  "I need fresh air and coffee. We're heading across the road before I'm tempted to boot you out the door on your backside."

  "What about my divorce?"

  "It's called a Petition for Dissolution of Marriage. And you really don't want to go there until I've had my morning dose of caffeine."

  When Adam got to the reception area, he leaned over the counter and clicked something on the computer. "We're heading to the caf?, Annie. I'll be back in half an hour."

  "Choose the blueberry muffins. I made them this morning."

  Adam pulled on his jacket. "If you used a computer half as well as you cook, I'd give you a permanent job here."

  "You'll have to settle for seeing a little less of me then, won't you?"

  "Come on, Trent. We'd better get out of here before Annie realizes she's better off with Tess and packs her bags for good."

  Trent followed Adam onto the street. He didn't care about Annie, Tess or any damn flavored muffins. He needed a divorce and the one person that could help him was more worried about his stomach. Trent stumbled and Adam grabbed his arm.

  "You'll end up in an ambulance if you don't pay attention."

  A car sped past them, its horn cutting through the fog in Trent's brain. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting a divorce if he was six feet under.

  Adam opened the caf? door, hauling Trent in by the arm. "Two coffees as thick and black as you can make them, Tess, and three of those blueberry muffins."

  "One to go?" she asked.

  "You know me too well."

  "I know Annie and her sweet tooth better." Tess pulled the muffins out of the cabinet. "You'd better put that smile away, Adam Jefferies, or you'll leave a hole in my heart."

  Trent cleared his throat. A man in crisis didn't want to hear flirty talk, especially if one the flirtees was supposed to be his friend. He stared around the caf?, wondering how a sane man could have dug himself into such a mess. At least he could make himself useful and find a table while Romeo worked his magic.

  "Yoo-hoo, Trent. Over here." A white handkerchief waved in the air. Doris and Jessie sat at a table overlooking Main Street. He ignored their expectant faces and headed across to a table on the other side of the room.

  "Over here you two," shouted Jessie. The conversation in the caf? dipped to nothing.

  Trent dragged his feet toward their table. "Morning, ma'am."

  Doris picked up her patchwork handbag. "We were just about to leave, wasn't that right, Jessie."

  Jessie nodded. Her hands were busy stacking empty plates in the center of the table. "Gracie and your mom went past about fifteen minutes ago with a box of chalk in their hands. I'd say they're about to add their doodling to the sidewalk."

  "And there'll be no space left for us if you keep talking," Doris grumbled.

  Adam stopped beside Jessie. The smell of rich coffee sank into Trent's bones. He needed a mug of caffeine real bad.

  "You're such a worry-wart, Doris." Jessie folded a paper napkin in half and added it to the dirty dishes on the table. She glanced across at Trent. "Is everything all right? You look a bit under the weather."

  "I'm fine."

  "It doesn't look that way to me, young man." Jessie frowned as she spotted Doris halfway through the door. "I haven't got time to talk. When you see Gracie and your mom, say hi from me." She shot away from the table, disappearing with Doris into the crowd of people enjoying the summer sunshine.

  Adam put their coffee on the table. "Do you think it's safe to sit down?"

  "You'd better check for hidden wires. They didn't put up enough of a fight to find out why we're here." Trent left his hat on the chair beside him. He sat with his back to the window just in case Doris came back and used her lip-reading abilities to see what was going on.

  "Here you go. Two blueberry muffins with an extra one bagged for Annie. If you need anything else just let me know." Tess left the muffins on the table and walked back to the counter, already smiling at the next customer waiting to be served.

  Adam took a long sip of his coffee. "Doris and Jessie aren't the only ones wanting to hear your sordid tale. You can start from the beginning while I'm eating."

  Trent watched most of Adam's muffin disappear in a couple of mouthfuls. He leaned forward, just in case someone else had an interest in what was happening on the Triple L. "Gracie wasn't exactly stone cold sober when we got married. The next day she wasn't too pleased that we'd tied the knot."

  Adam coughed into his fist. "Really?"

  "I'm glad you're taking my problem seriously." Trent slouched in his seat, glaring across the table.

  "Don't I always?" Adam polished off the rest of the muffin and wiped his hands on a napkin. "So why did you wait two weeks before coming to see me?"

  "We?umm." Trent took a deep breath. "Gracie wants to find her father and I want a wife. I thought if I could convince her to stay married to me until she finds her father, she might decide she likes me enough to stay."

  "And?"

  "I've found her father."

  "She must be happy."

  Trent swallowed some coffee. "She doesn't know."

  Adam leaned forward. "Are you going to tell her?"

  "Of course I'm going to tell her. Eventually. But she's going to be upset." Upset didn't even come close to how she'd take the news. "I've known for a few weeks."

  "So let me get this straight. You fell in love with her, got married, found her father, don't want her to leave, but you want a divorce?"

  "Sort of. The love thing got a bit jumbled along the way." Trent watched Tess take a couple of coffees across to the people sitting at the next table. "The day after we got married I promised Gracie I'd organize our divorce. So I'm here, only I don't want a divorce. But as soon as I tell her about her father she'll be gone anyway."

  "You don't believe in keeping your life simple, do you?"

  Trent picked up his muffin and took a bite. At least that way he could concentrate on something that didn't involve a five-foot-one redhead.

  "I can start the paperwork rolling, but Gracie needs her own lawyer." Adam looked up as someone else came into the caf?. "We'll need to negotiate the property settlement."

  "The what?" Trent's hand connected with his coffee, spilling half a cup over the table. He grabbed a handful of napkins, soaking up the black liquid before it hit the floor.

  "Property, Trent. Little things like the ranch and whatever else you own."

  "But we've only been married for a couple of weeks."

  "It makes no difference. You don't get special treatment for acting like a fool."

  Trent dropped a handful of soggy napkins onto his plate. "How long will it take?"

  "Once I've filed the paperwork you should be a free man in about five weeks. Are you sure Gracie wants a divorce?"

  "When she finds out how long I've known about her father she won't want to talk to me, let alone stay married to me." Trent stared out the window. Every day he spent with Gracie left him even more confused. She'd wound her way into his heart, buried herself inside him so damn fast that he didn't know when he'd started falling in love with her. And he wanted her to stay with him. Live on the ranch and be part of his life forever. Only forever wouldn't last any longer than a few more weeks.

  As soon their divorce was final she'd be leaving Bozeman with his heart and half his ranch clutched in her hands
.

  ***

  Gracie walked with Karen along the main street of Bozeman, gazing at the chalk drawings on the sidewalk. A group of school children giggled as they added finishing touches to colorful masterpieces in front of them. Gracie stopped to admire a rather ferocious looking grizzly bear with pink fur.

  "Here you go. Time to draw our pictures." Karen handed Gracie a box of chalk and they bent down to draw in the afternoon sunshine. 'Chalk on the Walk' was one of the fun activities the arts festival committee organized every year. Judging by the number of pictures linked along the sidewalk, half of Bozeman had added their drawings to the ground.

  "What did you end up buying when I disappeared into the changing rooms?" Karen picked up a yellow piece of chalk. A huge golden ball appeared in the middle of her sidewalk square.

  Heat crept along Gracie's face. She'd met Karen in town earlier for a shopping spree that had left her feeling a little lightheaded. Seeing Karen's shopping prowess in action was something she wouldn't forget in a hurry. Gracie's credit card had only given a slight tweak at the purchases she'd made. Karen's card had almost run away in horror.

  "I decided to buy a new nightie," Gracie mumbled. Except she didn't think she'd be doing much sleeping when Trent saw the babydoll lingerie she'd bought. She hadn't meant to buy anything, but she couldn't resist the soft lilac silk or the way the lace bodice clung to her body. The red satin slip with black lace trim that made its way onto the counter had been an impulse buy. Gracie wasn't given to impulse buys, but then she'd never been one to buy babydoll lingerie either. Trent McKenzie had a lot to answer for.

  Karen smiled at the picture Gracie drew. "I like your cowboy. Reminds me of a certain son of mine."

  Gracie gave up trying to hide her flaming face. "It might be the only time when I can put Trent exactly where I want him."

  "I wouldn't be so sure about that. The way he looks at you, I think you could wrap him around your little finger without even trying."

  Stopping to fan her hot face with her hand, Gracie glanced up the street. Kristina Green was walking toward them, sun hat perched on her head and a smile on her face. The smile fell straight to her shoes the moment she saw Gracie.

  Karen looked up. "Hi, Kristina. Have you come to draw on the sidewalk?"

  Kristina's gaze shot to their pictures. "No. I've come into Bozeman for something else. You look busy. I'll leave you to your drawings."

  "Gracie and I are nearly finished." Karen stood up and rubbed her hands together. Chalk dust floated in the air. "Do you want to come and have a coffee with us?"

  "Maybe another time," Kristina said. "I've got an appointment that I'm already late for."

  Karen frowned. "Okay, well?another time then."

  Kristina darted a quick look in Gracie's direction then hustled down the street.

  Gracie would have bet a hundred dollars that there wasn't a smile to be seen anywhere near Kristina's face now. "I think it's me."

  "What do you mean?" Karen asked.

  She stood up, wiping her hands on the side of her jeans. "It's me that's causing the problem. I don't think she likes me very much."

  "Nonsense. There's not one thing not to like about you. I saw Kristina last week and she asked all sorts of questions about why you were here. She didn't seem the least bit worried about anything. I don't know what has gotten into the woman."

  Gracie's gaze shot to Karen. "I thought Kristina and Jim had gone on vacation for a few weeks?"

  "No, they've been at home since Jim got back from Texas. They've had their hands full with the rodeo school."

  It didn't take much to work out that Trent McKenzie had been deliberately telling Gracie a bunch of fibs. He hadn't been helping her. He'd been leading her away from Kristina and Jim. Of all the rotten things anyone could have done, this had to be the worst.

  Karen picked her shopping bags off the sidewalk. "She's probably heading over to the library."

  "Why would she be going there?"

  "Jim's giving a talk about his life on the rodeo circuit and the school they run. It's part of a community education program the library runs each year."

  "What time does it start?"

  Karen glanced down at her watch. "In about half an hour."

  "I think I'll go and listen, too."

  "That's a great idea. You can take Trent as well."

  Gracie looked sharply at Karen. "Trent?"

  "Walking straight toward us."

  Gracie stared down the street. Trent was indeed heading toward them and not looking anywhere near his normal sunny self. Funny that.

  He stopped in front of Gracie and raked his hand through his hair. "We need to talk. Mom, do you mind if I take Gracie away?"

  "Of course I don't mind, we were just about to leave anyway. Is everything okay?"

  "It will be. I'll give you a call later." His gaze landed on the parcels at Gracie's feet. "Are these yours?"

  She nodded, not wanting to go anywhere with him, but knowing what she needed to say couldn't be said in front of his mom. "Thanks for the shopping trip, Karen."

  "Anytime. Take care with that son of mine."

  Gracie scowled.

  Trent grabbed her hand, pulling her down the street in double quick time. "Where's the Nissan parked?"

  Gracie pulled him to a stop. "Whatever you've got to say you can tell me here. I only came with you because I didn't want your mom to hear what I've got to say."

  Trent looked down the street and frowned at the crowd of people still drawing on the sidewalk. "What's wrong?"

  Nothing that a good cry wouldn't fix, Gracie thought. But she wasn't going there. "I was about to ask you the same thing. Did you get our divorce papers organized?"

  "Adam started the paperwork, but he said you'll need to organize your own lawyer." His boots scuffed the ground.

  "I don't need my own lawyer."

  "Yes you do. We need to work out a property settlement."

  Of all the things she thought he'd say, that didn't even come close. "I don't want your property. I want a divorce."

  Gray eyes snapped at her. "You don't have a choice."

  Blue eyes snapped back. "Yes, I do." Gracie rummaged around in her handbag, pulling out a pen and a scrunched up piece of paper. In big bold letters she wrote, "I, Gracie McKenzie, do not want any property or assets that Trent McKenzie owned before or after I married him." She added the date and her signature and waved it in front of her husband's nose. "Give that to our lawyer. Now are you going to tell me what else is churning you up or do I have to guess?"

  Trent stared at the piece of paper in her hands.

  "It won't do much good hanging in midair." Gracie shoved it in his pocket.

  "I think I've found your father."

  She crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Who is he?"

  "Jim Green. Kristina's husband."

  Gracie blinked once, then again, just to make sure the water gathering behind her eyes didn't make it to her face. It didn't work.

  "I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner. Don't cry."

  She shrugged Trent's hand off her arm. It felt like a branding iron, hot enough to blister her skin. "I'm heading across to the library."

  He frowned. "Why?"

  Something inside Gracie snapped. She didn't care two hoots about Trent McKenzie. The last six weeks had left her emotions raw and her heart in shreds. Searching for her father, getting married, falling in love with a stubborn cowboy-it had all become too much. A whole bunch of lies had twisted into an ugly mess and she wanted it to stop.

  She yanked the strap of her handbag over her shoulder. "I won't be going to the library to look at the information Erin spent hours researching. And I'm not going to spend another three hours hunting through newspapers. And I've already gone through every damn phone book in three states, so it can't be for that."

  Trent's jaw dropped. "You know about your father?"

  "Not until about ten minutes ago. I thought Kristina did
n't like me. Every time I saw her she ran a mile. When your mom told me she's been asking questions about me, it all fell into place. Kristina has known for weeks that I could be her husband's daughter. How long have you known?"

  Trent cleared his throat. "I had a feeling it was him the week after you arrived in Bozeman. I found out for sure last Friday."

  "Five weeks? You kept this bit of news to yourself for most of my stay and didn't think I might be interested?"

  "I didn't tell you because I don't want you to leave."

  "I'm not about to stay with a man who lies to me about one of the most important things in my life," Gracie yelled.

  "I didn't lie. I just didn't?I mean, I?" Trent dropped Gracie's shopping on the sidewalk. "I care about you."

  "You've got a warped way of showing it." She glanced down at her watch. "I've got to go."

  Trent frowned. "To the library?"

  "Jim Green is the guest speaker." Gracie snatched her shopping off the ground.

  "Do you think that's a good idea?"

  "Nothing I've done since I got here has been a good idea, so what difference will this make?"

  "We'd better hurry, then."

  "I'm going on my own."

  "No, you're not. I'm coming with you whether you like it or not."

  Gracie stared at his stubborn face. She knew that look and no amount of arguing would get her anywhere. "Please yourself." She turned on her heel and stalked across to the library.

  ***

  Gracie sat as straight as a board in the library meeting room waiting for Jim Green to arrive. Trent had reorganized the entire back row so he could sit beside his wife. Damn fool man, she fumed. She didn't need him interfering with her life any more than he had.

  The flyer in her hand fluttered to the ground. Picking it up, she stared at the brief details of Jim Green's life. He'd been busy. Over the years, he'd visited lots of countries with a rodeo company and made a successful career out of doing what he loved.

  "Kristina's here."

  Gracie looked up. Trent nodded toward the front of the room. Kristina sat in the first row, looking tense and pale under her Montana tan.

  Applause filled the room. Gracie's gaze landed on a set of double doors opening on her right. A man in his mid-fifties walked into the room. He stopped behind the speaker's podium and smiled at Kristina.

  Gracie's vision blurred. She felt like she'd been slammed head first into a concrete brick wall, knocking every ounce of oxygen out of her body. Hands continued clapping around her. People moved in front of her, finding a seat at the last minute. She watched Jim Green take some notes out of his pocket. He said something to the woman standing beside him and she smiled.