by Rosie Harper
Lucy’s mother lingered in the kitchen while Lucy and Mary poured over the classified section, looking seriously for the man that she was going to stay with for the rest of her life. Mary, of course, was not so secretly of the same opinion as Lucy’s mother, but being Lucy’s best friend also meant taking Lucy seriously in matters of the heart, so she was along for the ride for better or for worse.
Mary was lucky; of course she was already practically married to Jed Bunting, the son of a rancher several miles out of town. They made a handsome couple with Mary’s strawberry blonde hair, clear blue eyes, and Jed’s all-American handsome blond looks. They were the couple that everyone wanted to be and because of that, Lucy knew that Mary would never understand. Mary was clearly in love so how could she know what it was like to be Lucy, a girl who was already eighteen years old and had never kissed a boy? She had seen Mary and Jed holding hands and taking long strolls just outside of town. She had seen Mary’s face when Jed would leave to go back to the ranch, the longing that was there. Everyone was expecting a wedding before the end of the summer, and in spite of her on-going loneliness, Lucy was happy for her friend.
She, of course, had given it a fighting chance when she was younger; trying to dance with boys at holiday socials, but had never found a single one that she would have liked to kiss. It just didn’t seem to be working out for her very well. She liked to blame her parents for this, their obvious happiness had always cast a shadow over her potential romances, and often bitterly wished that her parents hadn’t lived such a fairy tale.
It was not that she didn’t appreciate the love that her parents, she just wished it were a little easier to come by.
With renewed vigor, she focused hard on the paper in front of her. Mary pointed at a classified ad in the paper and grinned.
“What about him? He seems nice.”
Lucy studied words of the advertisement and then turned to her friend.
“Are you kidding? He’s old! He has children!”
Lucy’s mother looked up from the bread she was baking with a stern expression.
“There’s nothing wrong with a man with children, Lucy. It means he’s a good provider who wants to find a mother figure for his children.”
Lucy stared at her mother in disbelief. “You think I would be a good mother for children?”
Her mother laughed. “I suppose we’d see when you’re older.”
Well, for Lucy, she didn’t like that at all. How could she be a mother when she was still a child herself? She didn’t want some older man who had already experienced love and marriage; but wanted a nice man, closer to her age, willing to experience everything new.
“I don’t want someone’s already had a whole life without me,” Lucy said stubbornly. “I want someone new.”
“Then you’re not going to get many options…” Lucy’s mother said. “When I answered, I wasn’t really looking for true love.”
“But you found it,” Lucy said stubbornly. “So I know it’s possible.”
She angrily glanced down at the paper once more.
Lucy’s mother frowned causing her temple to crinkle, unsure of what to do with her daughter’s obsession at finding a man this way. She could remember herself at this age, how impulsive she had been, how she had gone across the country in order to find love. That was something she admired about her daughter, she seemed willing to do the same.
“Oh, how about this one!” Mary nearly pressed her face to the page, picking up the paper and staring intently at it. Another part of the paper slid down and Lucy grabbed it, trying desperately to ignore her friend as she picked what would most likely be another dud for Lucy to reject.
Mary paced up and down the kitchen, her excited eyes reading.
“Up and coming rancher looks for girl who knows how to ride... you know how to ride, Lucy!”
“Who doesn’t know how to ride, Mary? We’re a horse town.”
“Must be able to think for herself, enjoy adventures and challenges, and bake a mean peach pie!”
“That’s silly,” Lucy said, but even then she didn’t sound as turned off as she had been before. “Does he list his name?”
“Chance Delacour...ooh!” Mary looked up excitedly. “I bet he’s handsome.”
“With a name like Chance, he’d have to be,” Lucy’s mother mumbled. Lucy tossed a glare at her mother and nodded.
“Yes, he’s a good one, but how about this? ‘Cowboy looking for a nice girl to settle down and start a life with. Must be kind, sweet, and gentle. Let’s start our life!’ Oh his name is Jake McGraw…”
“McGraw?” Lucy’s mother looked up from her bread making with a look of surprise. “The McGraw family?”
“You know them?” Lucy asked, her mother nodded.
“Of course, your Uncle Harlan and Papa used to buy horses from them. They have a boy around your age, I think,” she said thoughtfully. “Maybe a little older.”
“Perfect!” Lucy held the newspaper close to her, her eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’m going to write to him!”
“Not Chance?” Mary looked disappointed. “He seems like a lot of fun.”
“Don’t be silly, Mary, I can’t write to both.”
“Who says?” An idea was dawning in Mary’s eyes and Lucy wasn’t fully sure if she liked it, but she was willing to hear what her friend had to say regardless. “Why not? Writing to one of them isn’t a guarantee of anything and if you write to both of them, you’ll have options, and options are good!”
“Says the girl that’s going to marry the first boy she ever kissed,” Lucy said with a grin.
“Well, that’s because the first boy I ever kissed ended up being Jed, and since you didn’t have the luck to meet him first, you’ll have to settle for the next best thing, and you think he might be somewhere in there...so why not try a few?”
Lucy stared at her best friend as though seeing her with new eyes. It wasn’t a terrible idea, in fact, it seemed pretty brilliant to Lucy all things considered. Sure, Jake McGraw seemed like an obvious bet, but there was something about the name of Chance Delacour that gave Lucy a little thrill. It was such a silly thing; she didn’t even know what he looked like! It didn’t seem to matter, Lucy was going to attempt to contact two boys from the classifieds, and who knew what would happen?
Under her mother’s wary glance, she grinned broadly. “Get me some paper and ink, Mary, we have some letters to write!”
Three months later, Lucy found herself in a bit of a pickle.
“I haven’t been able to narrow it down yet!” she declared in a quick and nervous voice to Mary, who was busy finishing the hem of her wedding dress. Merely a week after Lucy had first written to Chance and Jake, Jed had finally asked Mary for her hand in marriage. Mary was thrilled, of course, and Lucy was happy for her.
It was so much easier now, of course, given the fact that she was having sparkling conversation with not one, but two fine gentlemen through letters. She had yet to invite either of them. Indeed, Lucy found herself to be a lot shyer than she had anticipated when it came to their attentions, pushing back their future meeting until, in a fit of excitement, she had done the unthinkable.
“I may have invited both of them to the wedding,” Lucy confessed. Mary gasped.
“You didn’t!”
“I didn’t mean to,” Lucy replied, trying to keep her voice very calm so as not to seem hysterical. “It just happened! I was so wrapped up in the excitement of having an excuse to finally meet them I didn’t realize what I was doing.”
Mary stopped her sewing in a fit of exasperation. “Well, you should have narrowed it down by now! It’s been god knows how long and you’re still talking to both of them?”
Lucy didn’t know what to say, since Mary was right. She had yet to decide between Jake and Chance, since both of them seemed so incredibly nice, and so completely different from each other.
When Jake first wrote back to him, he expressed an excitement that she was Kyle Granger’s d
aughter, even admitting that they might have played together as small children back before Lucy moved into town. Lucy could vaguely remember playing with a sandy haired little boy so long ago, and it excited her to know that she had some prior contact with this potential suitor. She loved how prompt his letters were, his eloquent speech. When he described how the mountains by his father’s ranch looked at sunset, Lucy almost thought she was reading fine poetry. He was clearly very taken with her, but there was something about it all that made Lucy worried. While his words were romantic and warmed her heart, she wasn’t sure they were passionate. Where was the fire in his words?
Chance, on the other hand, had responded to her letter explaining that his older brother had submitted the ad on his behalf, and to warn her that he didn’t usually get involved with this sort of thing. As their correspondence continued, he had shown a wild, tempestuous side that Lucy could not resist playing with. Mary insisted that it was more than just a game and Lucy was slowly beginning to believe her. They spent an entire month arguing on what the best name for a cow could be. Lucy had insisted that Bessie was the best since it sounded good natured, but Chance had quickly responded by saying that clearly all cows were best suited with the names of grandmotherly women: Mabel, Ethel, Abigail. Lucy had lost sleep over her argument, although when pressed she could not explain a single point. It felt like her and Chance were writing in their own language, no matter what they talked about the attraction just seemed to grow.
But how could that be sustainable? That was what Lucy could not stop wondering when it came to Chance.
There also was, of course, the simple and small fact that she had yet to meet either of these men, so how could she choose? The wedding was equal footing for the both of them, yet perhaps in each other’s presence, Lucy would be able to see them more clearly.
“I hope by the end of your wedding celebration that I’ll have an idea of who I’m going to marry.”
“Lucy! At my wedding? How will you see what a beautiful bride I am if you are spending the entire wedding trying to decide which cowboy you wanna screw?”
Lucy grinned. “Don’t you worry about me, Mary, I don’t know how I’m going to even see these boys since I’ll be blinded by how pretty you look in this dress!” She touched the beautiful white linen of Mary’s wedding gown, feeling a pang of joy for her friend, and a tingle of excitement, wondering when it would be her turn to wear a white dress.
Mary smiled at Lucy’s kind words.
“But what if they fight at my wedding over you?”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Lucy said seriously. “I told the both of them about the other, it shouldn’t be a problem.”
“Good, I just hope it doesn’t become a disaster!”
A week later, Lucy stood nervously in the barn where Mary and Jed were to have their grand entrance as husband and wife any minute now. Mary had looked utterly radiant in her gown, and Jed had stared at her as though he couldn’t believe his own luck. Lucy had originally sworn not to cry, but as soon as Mary and Jed locked eyes she was bawling like a baby. Luckily for her, her own mother wept a little too, so Lucy didn’t feel alone.
She had agreed to meet both of them at the reception, and now her heart was pounding in a frantic, terrified beat as she looked around to see which one it could possibly be. Could the dark haired man who was hungrily eyeing the steaming buffet be Jake? Could the red haired boy speaking to one of the members of the band that Mary and Jed hired for the party be Chance? The only thing she knew was that she had told them both that she was wearing a blue dress.
It was the nicest dress she owned, a cornflower blue that made her eyes almost seem aqua. She nervously smoothed it down in the front, trying to keep herself from playing with her hair; she didn’t want it to lose its curl.
That’s when she saw him.
The first thing she noticed was his smile. Bright, big, and genuine, it belonged to a tall man with sandy blond hair and hazel eyes. There was something familiar about the way the corner of his eyes crinkled up when he smiled, and Lucy had a momentary flash of a little boy sitting beside her in the mud.
“Jake!” she said happily, walking over to him but stopping short as though unsure of how close she was allowed to stand. “It’s you!”
“Lucy,” he replied, moving to give her a handshake before stopping upon realizing who she was. “It’s nice to meet you.”
His voice had a soft, gentle quality, and Lucy wondered if he had ever raised his voice in anger in his life. She wanted to hug him, no question, but didn’t think it was the right moment to do so.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” she replied, and he smiled.
“Hello,” a voice said from behind her. Lucy turned to see a tall man with dark hair and a sweeping five o’clock shadow that Lucy was shocked to find handsome. His eyes were dark brown, almost black, and when he smiled at her it looked like the edge of a knife.
“Chance?” Her voice trembled a little, what had gotten into her? She could see the sharp, worried gaze of her mother from across the room, and Lucy quickly locked eyes with her and smiled to let her know that everything was okay.
Chance approached her and took her hand, Lucy’s stomach flip-flopped as he brought her hand to his lips, placing a single kiss on the back of it.
“Oh my,” she breathed.
“Chance,” Jake said in gruff greeting. Chance bowed his head in greeting back. Lucy, not for the first time, wondered if this was a good idea at all.
“Jake,” Chance replied. “Do you mind if I take our girl out on the dance floor?”
A muscle in Jake’s jaw twitched at the notion, but he merely smiled and nodded slightly.
“Sure, I’ll talk to you later, Lucy, if that’s alright?”
Lucy smiled at him. “Of course it is.”
“Great,” Jake nodded his head at her and then made his way over to her parents. Lucy liked the fact that he was able to talk so comfortably with her father, a hugely kind man, but never really one to go out of his way to make friends. Jake, in the meantime, walked right up to her usually quiet father and began a quiet conversation of their own.
Chance squeezed her hand, gently reminding her that he was there, and she quickly blushed deeply at the realization that they were still holding hands. The band had started playing before Lucy even noticed, and he led her out to the dance floor where Mary and Jed were already cutting a joyous rug as a newly married couple, along with several other couples. Chance pulled her close and it made her dizzy with his closeness. He was a good dancer, which made up for Lucy’s awkwardness as a beginner. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mary watching her with an expectant, excited look. Relax, Lucy thought. You need to focus on your wedding night!
“Thank you for coming out to meet me,” Lucy whispered into Chance’s sleeve.
“It’s really no trouble,” he replied. “I like to travel, plus, I’ve been dying to see if you’re as cute as you sounded in your letters.”
“And?” Lucy looked up at him. Chance mimicked a disturbed face.
“It’s okay.”
Lucy faked a gasp and swatted him on the arm. When they had first started dancing, Lucy had kept casting little glances in Jake’s direction to make sure he was getting along okay, but as the dance progressed, she felt as though she was forgetting everything, Chance was so engaging. They laughed a little too loud, drawing stares from the dancers around them, but in all the fun she was having, Lucy didn’t seem to care.
“Well, you’re almost exactly how I pictured it,” Lucy told him. Chance looked surprised at that.
“Oh really?”
“Sure, surly, grumpy looking…”
Chance frowned grumpily. “I’m not grumpy looking.”
“That’s because you’ve clearly never looked into a mirror.”
“Oh you think you’re funny, right?”
“Lucy!” Lucy’s parents had taken to the dance floor, holding each other closely. Her mother waved at her, and her f
ather smiled almost apologetically over interrupting her, but that wasn’t Lucy’s concern.
“Where’s Jake?” she asked her father. He pointed over to the punch bowl, where poor Jake sat, holding a cup of punch and watching the dancers. Flushed with shame, Lucy took a step back from Chance and gave a little curtsy.
“Thank you for dancing with me, Chance, but I think it’s time for me to talk to Jake for a little while.”
Chance smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course,” he said.
As she walked away, he couldn’t help but frown as he watched her walk away. Lucy was everything that he could ever want, smart, beautiful, and with a spirit he had never seen in another girl. As he watched her take Jake’s hand and pull him to the dance floor, he decided that he couldn’t allow it to happen. He was going to try his hardest to win Lucy’s hand, even if it was the last thing he did.
Lucy was sad to see the wedding end as it was at the end of her time with Jake and Chance. Everyone happily wished Mary and Jed well as they went off on their honeymoon in the mountains, Lucy sat awkwardly on the front porch of her house, looking down at the both of them, wondering if now was the time she would have to make a choice.
“I just can’t do it,” she said sadly to them. “I can’t make up my mind.”
The two boys exchanged looks before Jake spoke up.
“It’s hard to make a decision so big so quickly,” he said. “I have family in town, why don’t I stick around for a few days before I head back to the ranch?”
Lucy’s eyes brightened at the idea of it. “Really?”
“I can do that too,” Chance said quickly. “Friends in town would be more than happy to put me up for a few days if needed.”
Lucy was too happy at the notion of more time that she didn’t notice the cold look Jake shot Chance.