by Clay, Verna
With a last pat on Jackel's hind quarter, he closed the stall and left the barn. He wanted to see Sarah, but he wasn't sure how to go about it without raising eyebrows. After showering, he knocked on Julie's door. "Hey, sweetie, you in there?"
"Yeah, Dad." She opened her door.
He handed her an envelope. "I want you to do something for me."
"Sure."
"Run over to the dorm and give this to Sarah, but don't let anyone see you give it to her."
"What is it?"
While Sage tried to think of something convincing, she laughed, "Just kidding, Dad. I don't want to know. I know you like her a lot."
"It's that obvious?"
"Well…yeah."
* * *
Julie ran across the yard toward the dorm. She was glad her father had asked her to deliver a note to Sarah. It would give her a chance to see Jacob again. When she thought about him leaving the next day, she wanted to cry.
She opened the door to the dorm. The great room was empty except for Jacob watching a sci-fi flick. He jumped up when she came in. "Hi Julie. I'm glad you're here. I almost walked over to ask if you wanted to watch a movie. But I figured you were probably too tired."
"I'd love to watch a movie. Give me a minute and I'll call my dad and let him know." She walked to the end of the hallway and knocked on Sarah's door. When Sarah opened it she looked really happy to see her, and when Julie handed her the envelope saying it was from her dad, she looked ecstatic. Yep, they definitely have the hots for each other.
After performing her errand, she returned to the great room and then entered the kitchen to call her dad and let him know she was watching movies with Jacob. Jacob came in and they made microwave popcorn. He asked what movie she wanted to watch and she said the one playing was fine. He started the movie over and when the opening credits rolled, he reached for her hand and entwined his fingers with hers.
* * *
Sarah read the note again.
Sarah,
I'd love for you to come to the house after you receive this. However, if you feel uncomfortable doing so, I certainly understand. Just so you know, tomorrow night I intend to take you to dinner, come hell or high water."
—Sage
Sarah's stomach did a somersault. He wanted her to come to the house. Quickly, she applied a little makeup, fluffed her hair, and changed into a calf length pink cotton skirt and pretty pink peasant blouse. She'd figured out that Sage was fond of her peasant tops.
After a last glance in the mirror, she opened the door and ran smack into one of the twins. Uh oh.
The woman didn't move.
"Excuse me," said Sarah.
The twin bent her knees until she was Sarah's height. "Don't think you're gonna keep him. You're just a distraction. Yeah, you're just a mercy fu…"
"Mandy!"
Sarah looked at the other twin down the hall and then back at Mandy. Ann was right about the girl having shifty eyes.
Mindy walked to stand next to Mandy. "I'm sorry for my sister's lack of manners, Sarah. She's just a sore loser."
"Loser to her!—chubby girl! No way!" Mandy stormed down the hall. Mindy gave Sarah an apologetic look and shook her head before following her sister.
Sarah waited until the twins had closed the door to their room before she walked to the great room. Julie and Jacob were absorbed in a movie and didn't notice her slip into the kitchen. The room was empty and she opened the back door, thankful for the cool night. She just started walking while her mind punched auto replay on the evil twin's hurtful words. Chubby girl…chubby girl…chubby girl. How many times had she heard those words, or close approximations, from her parents, her skinny sister, her ex-husband? She hated the words.
Mandy's meanness had put her in a funk and she couldn't decide whether to knock on Sage's door or go back to her room. She wanted to cry; something she'd been doing a lot of lately.
"Sarah." Sage called her name.
She jerked around. She'd walked almost to his house. He was leaning against the side of it, but straightened and strode toward her. Her heart tried to jackhammer through her ribs.
When he was in front of her, he said, "I was hoping you'd come."
She felt tongue-tied.
"Cat got your tongue?"
She nodded.
He reached for her hand. "Will you come to the house with me?"
She found her voice. "Okay." No power on earth could have made her say no.
She walked with him up the back porch steps and into the kitchen. "Can I get you some iced tea?" he asked.
"Yes, please."
"I like your top."
Sarah's heart did a triple somersault.
Sage moved away.
"Wait!"
He turned around.
"I don't want tea."
"What do you want, Sarah?"
"You."
His smile was slow and meaningful. "Just what I wanted to hear."
For the next two hours, if Sage had any misgivings about her weight, he didn't show it. When he urged her into the shower with him, any trepidation was soon dissolved in the steam coming from the water and from them.
He asked her to stay the entire night, but she refused. Instinctively, he knew the reason for her refusal and told her Julie was a big girl and could handle him being with a woman, but he respected her wishes. When he walked her back to the dorm shortly before midnight, Jacob and Julie approached.
"Hello Mr. Tanner," said Jacob. He sounded nervous.
"Hello Jacob. I guess you're leaving tomorrow."
"Yes, sir."
"Have you enjoyed your stay?"
"Yes, sir."
"You seem a little nervous. Is there something you want to say?"
"Yes, sir."
"Okay. You can say it."
"Well, sir."
Sage waited and finally said, "Jacob, just spit it out."
"Sir, I like Julie…a lot. And I want to call her on the phone and come to see her when I can. Maybe I could get a job here during the summer. You could teach me to be a ranch hand."
Julie added, "Yeah, Dad. Jacob would work really hard for you."
Sage asked, "Son, have you mentioned this to your parents?"
"Ah, not yet. I wanted to talk to you first."
"I'll tell you what, I don't have any openings this summer, but if you're still interested next summer, and your parents say okay, I'll hire you for a few weeks."
Jacob looked at Julie and grinned. "That'd be great!"
Julie hugged her father. "Thanks, Dad."
"You're welcome. Now you two should call it a night. We've had a long three days."
Sage and Sarah watched Jacob walk Julie toward the house. Sage chuckled. "We'll see if their long-distance budding romance lasts until next summer; if so, he's got a job."
At the door to the dorm, Sage lifted Sarah's hand and kissed it. "Remember, dinner tomorrow night." Sarah saw the promise of passion in his eyes. She wouldn't mind skipping dinner so she could spend more time in his arms.
"Should I dress fancy or casual?"
"Fancy."
Chapter 17: Sharing
Sarah felt Sage's hand on her elbow as he guided her to a table in a romantic, dimly lit corner of the upscale Italian restaurant, Sizzling Sicily. "Sizzling" described exactly how she felt. A smile tilted the corners of her mouth and when Sage pulled out her chair he bent and whispered, "Sarah, you keep smiling like that and we're not going to be here long." Sarah looked down and tried to make a straight face. She couldn't.
Sage chuckled and sat across from her. "Bet you didn't think this town had such a fancy restaurant."
"That's true. After experiencing Boot Bustin' Barn, I am a little surprised."
Their waiter handed them menus and took drink orders. Sage said, tongue-in-cheek, "Would you like an imported beer?"
Sarah blushed. "I think I'll keep all my faculties intact tonight."
The special look and quirky smile Sage flashed made her
blood rush to her head.
"How about a glass of wine," he suggested.
"Okay."
He asked the waiter for recommendations and then selected a red wine grown in Temecula Valley in California. The waiter left and they perused their menus. "I've had the Tortellini Ricotta and Spinach and it's very good," he said.
I wonder how many women he's brought here.
He looked at her over the top of the tall menu. "Julie's favorite is Spaghetti Marinara."
So maybe he hasn't brought any dates here—yeah, right.
As an appetizer they decided on Porta Bella Mushrooms Smothered with Mozzarella. For her main dish, Sarah ordered Julie's favorite and Sage ordered Grilled Shrimp Caprese.
For the next hour, Sage captured her attention with funny stories of situations involving "dudes" and "dudettes." He laughed, "So, here's this greenhorn wanting to show off for his girlfriend. Only been on a horse twice and he thinks he's ready to ride Demon."
Sarah laughed. "Demon?"
"Yeah. A horse spawned by the devil himself. His eyes turn red when anyone comes near. We were boarding him for another rancher for a few weeks. Anyway, the dude actually climbs bareback on Demon and the horse doesn't do anything."
"What!"
"The poor man couldn't get the horse to move."
Sarah was hooked. "Why not?"
Sage leaned in. "What the man didn't know was Demon had just been tranquilized so the vet could get close. Needless to say, the girlfriend wasn't impressed. The man actually asked for a refund."
"No kidding?"
Sage sipped his wine. "No kidding. Hey, I've been talking for an hour about the ranch. I want to talk about you. Tell me about your writing. How did you get started? Have you always wanted to be a writer?"
Sarah sipped her wine, stalling for time. Setting her glass down, she twirled her finger around the lip. She looked up to see Sage watching her finger. His look sent goose flesh up her spine and she lost her train of thought. He looked up with smoldering eyes. Sarah chewed on her bottom lip.
Sage spoke over the top of his glass again. "Sarah, I swear everything you do sends me over the edge."
Her eyes rounded. "Um, er, I started writing about fifteen years ago. I'd never thought about it before then."
"What made you think of it then?"
She gave him a sad smile. "The need to do something after divorcing a cheating husband."
"I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to pry. You don't have to talk about it."
"Oh, it's okay. I was over him before our second anniversary. I just kept thinking he'd change if we had children. Stupid thinking on my part. But I was young and wanted a family." She lowered her eyes and stared at a drop of wine on the white tablecloth. Taking a deep breath, she said, "I also had a son. He was born premature and only lived a day. My panic attacks started after he died." She glanced up.
Sage was frowning. He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. "I'm so sorry, honey."
She gave him a little smile and looked back at the wine spot.
"Sarah..."
She lifted her eyes again and stared into sympathetic blue ones, waiting for him to finish his sentence.
"You fascinate me."
She hadn't expected that and wrinkled her brow. "I'm very ordinary and…plain."
"There's nothing plain or ordinary about you. When I first saw you at Imaginings Publishing, I felt a draw. Of course, I figured you were some uppity author and wouldn't waste your time with me."
"You've got to be kidding?"
"I kid you not."
"That's crazy."
"Well, when you got mad and left, that solidified it in my mind."
Sarah grinned and shyly looked away. "If it's any consolation, I find you just as fascinating."
Sage squeezed her hand. "Stay with me all night."
Sarah blinked rapidly at the sweetness in his voice. She nodded.
The waiter brought dessert menus and interrupted the intense moment. "What are your suggestions for dessert?" she asked. "Or maybe I should ask, 'what is Julie's favorite dessert'?"
"That's easy, anything with chocolate." They both ordered Chocolate Ricotta Pie with Hazelnuts. The waiter served their desserts with cinnamon coffees.
"You've done a wonderful job of raising Julie," Sarah said, while lifting her fork to savor her first bite. She closed her eyes.
Sage said, "Do that again."
She opened her eyes. "What?"
"Enjoy another bite."
Sarah's heart fluttered and she turned crimson.
"I love it when you blush."
She turned even redder.
Sage laughed and leaned back. "Thanks for the compliment about Julie. She got a great start in life from her mother. Marylou doted on her children. She started teaching them to read and write long before they went to kindergarten and the house was always strewn with art projects." He smiled at fond memories and then looked sad.
Sarah changed the subject. "When did you start modeling? Or how did you get into the profession?"
"We were talking about you."
"We can talk about me later."
Sage must have sensed her reticence. He rubbed his jaw. "I actually got approached by an agent on my honeymoon. Marylou and I met in high school and she got pregnant the end of our senior year. I had no qualms about marrying her. We'd known each other since third grade and fell in love during Junior High. We'd always planned to marry and the babies just hurried things up a bit. Our parents didn't have a problem with us marrying. Of course, when she got pregnant we got lectured. But secretly, I think the grandparents were just as excited as we were. When we found out we were having twins, both sets of grandparents were over the moon. But getting back to your question, we were honeymooning in the Florida Keys and sitting on the beach when this guy, not much older than ourselves, came up and introduced himself; said he was an agent looking for modeling clients. I gave him the brush off but he handed me his card and Marylou stuck it in her beach bag. After the babies were born, money was tight. My Dad's health had started to decline and he couldn't keep the ranch going without my help. I'd been attending college and working part time with him. Marylou and I decided I needed to work fulltime at the ranch; especially after my mom died suddenly of a heart attack. She had a congenital heart defect that was never diagnosed."
He paused and tapped his fingers on the table. Sarah reached and placed her hand over his. He looked up with such sadness that her heart melted. He continued. "Even though I started working at the ranch fulltime, things were still tough, but none of us wanted to sell off any of our property to make ends meet. Dad died just before the twins turned three. A few months later, Marylou accidently came across the business card in her beach bag. She handed it to me and said, 'I think you should call him. It couldn't hurt to see what he has to say.' So, I called Pinky Marsh, and yes, that's his real name. He remembered me and set up a test shoot. After that, he put a portfolio together, and voila."
"Well, from what I've seen, you're wonderful at modeling."
Sage lifted his wine glass and twirled it. "You think so?"
Sarah's heart stopped. "Yes."
"I'd actually like to quit modeling. I'm getting a bit old for it."
"No way. You're only what, thirty-four?"
"Almost. But modeling is a short-lived career. Besides, I don't really enjoy it. At first, it was exciting when Marylou and the kids traveled with me. I liked that part because we could sightsee and visit places we'd never have had the opportunity to otherwise. After she and Michael died, I only continued for the money. I love this ranch; modeling and the dude ranch allow me to keep it going in style. I've been saving and investing so I can retire from modeling and still have enough to tide us over during lean years."
Sarah rubbed the back of her neck and looked across the room.
"What's that look, Sarah?"
She bit her bottom lip and looked back at him. "I'm almost forty."
"And…"
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"It doesn't bother you that I'm older than you?"
"Do I look like I'm bothered?"
Sarah lifted her eyes to a blue gaze flashing desire. She shook her head.
Sage reached across the table and trailed the tip of his finger down her cheek. "Let's go home, honey."
Chapter 18: High Fashion Greenhorns
Sage wrapped his arms around Sarah's middle and pulled her back against his body, spoon style. He'd called Newt and Beaner the night before and given them responsibility for the dudes so he and Sarah could spend time together. Julie had stayed the night at Tooty's and wouldn't be home until late afternoon. Weak sunlight filtered through cracks in the curtains and he lifted his head to watch Sarah sleep. She looked sweet, peaceful, and…inviting. He smiled remembering the previous night. After a delicious dinner and heartfelt conversation, he'd wanted nothing more than to end the perfect night with her in his arms. She was an itch he didn't want to go away. She made a sighing sound. He wanted to trace the dusting of freckles across her nose with his lips, but he didn't want to wake her…not yet. He'd let her sleep a little longer.
Lying back down he decided her feisty attitude appealed to him more than any woman he'd ever met. He admired her victory in overcoming life's hurdles. When he thought about her low-life ex-husband, he wanted to pulverize the man. Of course, if her ex-husband hadn't been such a bottom feeder, she wouldn't be in his bed right now. He remembered her sadness in talking about the child she'd lost. Oh, how he could relate to that. After losing Marylou and Michael he hadn't wanted to live. The only thing that had kept him going was raising Julie. Realizing that Sarah hadn't had anyone to keep her going, his heart ached for her. Sarah was a keeper. Before he could contemplate the ramifications of that, she turned over and looked at him.
He smiled, "Good morning, Sunshine. Did you sleep well?"