“I’ll take it under advisement,” Josie said. “Go on. There has to be more.”
Logan ran a shaking hand over his face. “There is. Caro, I’d be the luckiest man on the planet if you’d consent to spend the rest of your life with me. With you by my side I can face anything. Including sweat.”
Heart thudding, Caro opened her mouth to reply.
Josie got there first. “Are you talking about shacking up or marriage? Let’s not have any of this vague language going on. Be precise, please.”
Logan looked into Caro’s eyes. Then he dropped to one knee. His bad knee. “Marriage,” he said. “If you’ll have me.”
“Your knee! You shouldn’t be—”
“You’re probably right.” He grimaced and staggered back to his feet. “But it seemed like the thing to do.”
Josie nodded. “Nice gesture. Now what about kids?”
Caro stared at her. “You can’t expect him to answer that in a crowd of people.”
“Sure I can. He created this mess, so now he can clean it up. It’s an important question. You’re looking all dewy-eyed and gaga, so I’m afraid you’ll say yes without finding out the important stuff.”
“I’d love to have kids with you, Caro,” Logan said. “If you want to.”
She forgot all about the people standing around as she met his gaze. Her heart swelled with love for this brave man. “I do.”
“That’s great!” He beamed at her, and then his smile faded as he looked earnestly into her eyes. “I love you so much. Let me make you happy.”
She didn’t realize tears were running down her face until Josie glanced at her and threw up her hands. “See that? You made her cry, after all!”
Swiping at her cheeks, Caro forced words past her tight throat. “But these are good tears. I love you, too, Logan. And I can’t think of a better life than being by your side, wherever you choose to be.”
Joy glowed in the depths of his brown eyes. “I wouldn’t ever ask you to leave Shoshone.”
“You could, though.” She sniffed. “You really could, Logan. It’s not fair of me to expect you to stick around here, when you could—”
“I’ve already made that decision. ESPN wanted to hire me. I turned them down.”
“You did?” Caro was beginning to believe in miracles.
“Yeah, I’m ready to leave those days in the past, where they belong. You’re my future.”
A sigh went up from the crowd. “That’s beautiful,” someone said.
Logan glanced over at Josie. “Is my time up yet?”
Josie was smiling. “It was up quite a while ago, but you were on a roll, so I gave you some overtime.”
Caro looked at her. “Is there any chance that I could take my break, now?”
Josie laughed and hugged her. “Take the night off, kiddo. You’ve earned it. But if this big lug gives you any trouble, call me. I’ll clean his clock, or better yet, get Jack to do it.” She lifted the hinged portion of the bar and Caro ducked out.
As she walked toward Logan, she was aware that everyone continued to stand around watching the show. Logan would probably want to wait until they were alone before they sealed this moment with a kiss.
She took a deep breath as she reached him. “So, maybe we should—”
“I love you.” Then he pulled her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly amid whoops and hollers from the crowd.
At last he released her and lifted his head. “Free drinks for everyone!” he called out. “I’m buying!”
The crowd surged around them, mobbing the bar.
Logan put his lips next to her ear. “Now’s our chance to escape.”
She struggled for breath. “But aren’t you supposed to be buying?”
“I feel certain Josie will put it on my tab.”
“So you want to go upstairs?”
“Uh-huh.” He led her toward the door. “I’ve told you how much I love you, and now I want to show you.”
She slipped out the door with him and nobody seemed to notice. Later, as they lay naked and sated from their lovemaking, she could still hear the party in full swing down below. “They’re going to cost you a fortune.”
“Nope. My fortune is right here.” Moving over her again, he proceeded to show her how rich they were going to be for the rest of their lives.
Epilogue
JACK CHANCE COULDN’T imagine being happier. Until recently, his wife, Josie, had been a little bit on edge about Caro Davis, but that problem had been resolved last night when Logan had shown up and proposed.
Jack was glad of it. Josie had been threatening to take a hatchet to the cradle Logan had made, and Jack hated to see good carpentry ruined. He also hated to see his wife in a bad mood, and she’d been extremely cheerful when she’d arrived home after a long night at the bar.
As Jack sat in his dad’s office the next morning, studying Beckett’s plan in preparation for a discussion with the accountant, he smiled to himself. A cheerful Josie was a lusty Josie. They’d set the sheets on fire last night, and this morning Jack was thinking seriously of sending his wife flowers.
He’d have to order them from Jackson, but a motivated and well-paid florist should be able to deliver by dinnertime. That might earn Jack another roll in the hay tonight. He wasn’t above a little bribery.
He was in the middle of checking the phone directory for a florist when Sarah walked into the office. “Someone’s here to see you.”
“Who?” He stood automatically. Sarah Chance had drilled manners into all three of her sons.
“His name’s Wyatt Locke. Does that mean anything to you?”
Jack searched his memory. “No, but I’m not good with names. Did he say what it’s about?”
“Just that it was private business. In fact, he’s acting sort of…mysterious. I was sitting out on the porch with my coffee when he drove up in an SUV. He’s not from around here, though. He asked for your dad, and when I said he’d passed away, this fellow seemed surprised. Then he asked for you.”
“So where is he now?”
“I left him in the living room. Maybe I shouldn’t have.”
Jack rounded the desk and walked toward her. “I’m sure it’s fine, Mom.” He still got a kick out of the way her eyes sparkled when he called her that. A year ago he would have addressed her as Sarah, because of some stupid-ass idea that because he was her stepson, he didn’t have the right to claim her as his mother.
“It probably is fine. I’ll just go back to the porch and finish my coffee. If you need me, you know where I’ll be.”
“Thanks.” He put his hands on her shoulders and leaned down to give her a kiss on the cheek. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to tell you that I approve of Peter Beckett.”
She blinked. “You mean his project?”
“No, I don’t mean his project. I’ve seen the way you look at him, and I just want you to know that I—”
“There’s nothing to approve!” She flushed. “I don’t know what you imagine you’re seeing, but I’m simply being polite to the man. I was happily married to your father for almost thirty years, and I don’t have any intention of—of…” Her face grew redder with each passing second.
Jack chuckled. “Then you might want to be a little less polite, because I think Peter has intentions.”
“He most certainly does not. He’s just being nice.”
“Right.” Still smiling, Jack gave her shoulders a squeeze. “I guess I might as well see what this Wyatt Locke wants from me. Probably a donation to some cause or other.”
“Could be. Just tell him we’re putting all our financial support behind this teen program.” Sarah headed back to her rocker on the front porch.
Making a mental note to order those flowers for Josie the minute this conversation was over, Jack walked into the living room. The visitor looked to be about the age of Jack’s younger brothers, which put him under thirty. He was engrossed in examining the family photos arranged across the mantel, and didn’
t seem to be aware Jack had walked in.
Jack took a moment to try and place him, but nothing about the guy registered. He was at least Jack’s height, and his sandy hair was cut short. Judging from his faded blue T-shirt, khaki shorts with extra pockets, and boots with some serious tread, he was a hiker.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Locke?”
The guy turned and his expression was difficult to read. He studied Jack for several seconds. “So you’re Jack Chance.”
“I take it we haven’t met before?”
“Nope. I didn’t even know you existed until a month ago.”
Now there was a strange statement. Jack frowned. “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I have a full schedule this morning, so could we please cut to the chase?”
Wyatt blew out a breath. “Sure. You might want to sit down while we have this conversation, however.”
“I doubt there’s any need for that.” But uneasiness slithered up his spine.
“Up to you.” Wyatt glanced at the ceiling. “Rafe is going to kill me for coming here, but I just thought…”
Impatience erased Jack’s good manners. “Who the hell is Rafe? Could you just get to the point?”
Wyatt’s eyes were a clear gray, almost silver, and he focused them intently on Jack. “Okay. Rafe is my twin brother. We’re from San Francisco, where our mother moved after she left Shoshone. She married Harlan Locke, who’s our father.”
Jack grabbed at the most salient piece of information in that barrage of words. “Your mother used to live here?”
“She used to live right here, as a matter of fact, in this house. Her name is Diana, and you look a hell of a lot like her. It startled me at first.”
All the air left Jack’s lungs. He stared at Wyatt. His mother had given birth again, and this time, apparently, she’d stuck around to raise her kids. All this time Jack had told himself that she’d left because she wasn’t the motherly type. Apparently she was when she chose to be.
He’d thought he was over the pain of her abandonment. Between Sarah and Josie, he’d thought he’d healed. But Wyatt had just ripped that wound wide open. He swallowed. “Why are you here?”
“Mom and Dad got a divorce this year. I think he sensed that she was keeping some big secret from him, and he finally left in frustration. She got counseling and decided to tell us what she’d been hiding all these years. Turns out it was you.”
Jack felt shaky, and wished he’d taken Wyatt’s suggestion of sitting down. But he’d be damned if he’d do it now and show any weakness.
He cleared his throat. “So I’ll ask again. Why are you here? If you expect me to roll out the red carpet, or give you a job, then I’m afraid you—”
“I don’t want a damned thing. I guess Rafe was right, and this was a mistake. But I thought I should at least meet my half brother. Sorry to have taken up your time.” He started for the door.
“Wait.”
Wyatt glanced back, his stance wary.
“I need some time to get used to this.”
Wyatt hesitated. “I suppose that’s fair. Look, I don’t want you to think I came all this way just to lay this on you. I’m a wilderness guide. I took a bunch of folks on a trek through Yellowstone this past week.”
Jack nodded. “I figured you for a hiker.”
“And I figured you for a cowboy.”
The mood lightened a little. Not much, but enough for Jack to consider this might not be totally bad news if Wyatt had a sense of humor. Jack admitted to being curious about these two guys. And Diana. He wouldn’t call her his mother, but he wondered…lots of things.
He gazed at Wyatt. “So do you get down this way much?”
“It’s my last trip to Wyoming this year, but I’ll be back in June.”
Jack let out his breath. That would give him plenty of time to get his head around this. “Maybe you could stop by when you come back.”
“I’ll think about it.” Wyatt fixed that silver gaze on Jack. “You really do look like her. So does Rafe.”
“So you’re not identical twins?”
“Fraternal. He’s four minutes older. People might not see much resemblance between you and me, but they’d know immediately you and Rafe were brothers. Doesn’t matter, though. You’ll probably never meet him. Well, so long, bro.” Then he was gone.
Jack scrubbed his hands over his face. Hell of a way to start the day. At least he wouldn’t have to think about the situation again until next June. Maybe Wyatt was so turned off that he wouldn’t come back.
Jack wasn’t sure whether he wanted him to or not.
NOTORIOUS
1
GIRLS! GIRLS! GIRLS!
The electronic message on the billboard over the Pussycat Lounge expanded against a background of cascading fireworks, then disintegrated as a new message took shape.
ON STAGE NOW!
Noah Garfield walked past the entrance to the bar, located two streets over from the Las Vegas Strip. Although he had no intention of entering the place, he wouldn’t be a normal guy if he didn’t spend a moment picturing topless women dancing inside the darkened interior. Sexual adventure seemed more wicked when it was offered at two in the afternoon.
And sexual adventure still made him think of Keely, even after ten years. He could hardly believe so much time had gone by since she’d shocked the good folks of Saguaro Junction, Arizona, by posing for the centerfold of Macho magazine. With no trouble at all he could still see her stretched out in all her nineteen-year-old glory, smiling at him and about half a million other guys. Born to be wild, that was Keely Branscom.
He’d love to know where she was now. Maybe married with three kids, although he had a hard time picturing that. More likely she was performing in a club exactly like the one he’d just passed. That wasn’t so hard to imagine.
The bachelor party tonight would be at a similar kind of place, and Noah wasn’t really looking forward to it. He didn’t have a steady relationship with a woman like the other guys in the wedding party, which meant he was sexually on edge. It wasn’t a good idea to watch a lot of seminaked women bobbing around when you were in that state.
The heels of his boots tapped out a steady rhythm as he continued on his way. The last time he was in this town for a pro rodeo about five years ago, he distinctly remembered a little neighborhood-type bar in this area. No dancers, no loud music, just cold beer and a couple of outdated slot machines.
Now he couldn’t find it.
He’d counted on that little bar to be his hidey-hole over the weekend, whenever the festivities for his good buddy Brandon threatened to overwhelm him. He was glad, honored even, to be a groomsman—he really was. But Brandon and Jenny’s engagement last fall had meant that Noah was the only one of his rodeo buddies who hadn’t found himself a wife.
To top it off, his little brother, Jonas, had become engaged, and of all people, he’d picked Keely’s sister, B.J. Noah wouldn’t mind getting married. In fact, he would love getting married. But he’d been kept busy with the ranch, and Saguaro Junction wasn’t exactly overrun with eligible females. Until recently, any that happened along had been instantly appropriated by Jonas.
Well, maybe now that Jonas was settling down, Noah would have the time and opportunity to find a wife of his own. But, in the meantime, here he was, smack-dab in the middle of Sin City at a time when he was feeling especially vulnerable to suggestions.
You could do just about anything you wanted to in this town, and that was way too much freedom for his taste. After only a few hours here he could already feel the sexual pull of the city, the urge to do things you’d never think of doing in your own hometown. It made him nervous.
Keely had affected him that way, all those years ago, and he’d wisely decided to steer clear of her. If he could just get that centerfold picture out of his mind, he’d be all set. But this was the sort of place to freshen that memory, not erase it.
At the next intersection he paused and glanced around at a passel of gift
shops, liquor stores and pawnshops. No neighborhood bar. It had probably gone out of business. With a sigh he turned around to retrace his path to the hotel.
The hotel had several bars, but they were all too trendy, too noisy. He hungered for worn vinyl stools and a little country music. Someplace like the Roundup Saloon in Saguaro Junction.
It was a pitiful thing for a man of thirty-two to be homesick, but that’s what he was. He wouldn’t even mind mucking out stalls right now if he could be back on the ranch looking forward to a barbecue this evening and a sunset that would make your eyes water with its beauty. He loved that ranch the same way his daddy had, and his daddy before him. It was Garfield land, and Noah always felt better when his feet were planted on it.
He was so caught up in his daydreaming that he wasn’t paying any attention to the other people on the sidewalk. It took him a while to realize that the redhead walking toward him looked a lot like Keely. But his mind was probably playing tricks on him, considering he’d just been thinking of her.
With his hat pulled low to shade his eyes, he could study her more closely without being caught at it. Yep, sure reminded him of Keely. The blue flowers decorating her dress looked sweet and innocent, but the dress itself, filmy and cut to midthigh, was anything but. The skirt flounced around her smooth legs with every step she took.
It was a mouthwatering dress, clingy enough to allow every curve to make itself known when she moved. It laced up over her breasts, and although the neckline didn’t show much cleavage, the dress revealed a hell of a lot of leg. Bare, brightly painted toes peeked out of a pair of high-heeled sandals. Keely could wear high-heeled sandals like nobody else.
Of course, this wasn’t Keely. But this woman could be her twin. Same full, pouty mouth; same determined chin; same “I Gotta Be Me” stride.
She wore sunglasses, so he couldn’t see her eyes. The eyes would be the clincher. No other woman in the world had Keely’s eyes. Some people said green was a soothing, cool color. Not on Keely. She could scorch a man’s heart with one glance. A few thought the devil himself stoked that blaze, and it could well be. Looking into her eyes, a man might consider selling his soul.
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