by Jeannie Watt
“Don’t make me become intimidating.”
Jason leaned back against the counter, folding his arms over his middle, very much the relaxed male now that he’d gotten over the shock of being a model.
“There’s something you should know,” he said.
“What’s that?” She eased the patties into the pan.
“I have a friend who’s so prickly, he makes you look soft.”
“Hard to believe,” Allie said facetiously. “Yet he’s your friend.”
“He wasn’t always prickly.” Jason’s voice softened. “He was my mentor and teammate, both in college and the pros.”
“What happened?”
“He had issues after he retired from the game.”
Allie shot him a look as she moved to the fridge to take out the condiments, the tomatoes and lettuce. She set the tomato on a cutting board next to Jason. “Would you mind slicing?” He took a knife out of the block without comment and Allie asked, “What kind of issues?”
“He discovered he was no longer a hot commodity. That the real world, as you call it, operates differently than that of professional sports. He couldn’t get a job he thought worthy of himself.” Jason took the tomato to the sink, washed it and brought it back to the cutting board. “Then he had an accident and now he’s in a wheelchair.”
Allie paused with the spatula hovering over the hamburgers she’d just rearranged in the pan. “And now he’s angry?”
“Very much so.”
“And you have survivor’s guilt?” A healthy silence followed her words.
“Maybe so,” Jason finally said.
Allie set down the spatula and turned down the burner. Okay...
Her phone vibrated, stopping her from doing whatever she’d been about to do. She crossed to the living room and pulled the phone out of her purse, muttering a low curse when she saw Kyle’s name on the screen.
“What’s wrong?” Jason asked from the doorway.
“Just my ex.” Allie set the phone down on the sideboard, beneath her garden painting, and went back to the kitchen. “I think he needs money for his medical bills.”
“Why come to you?”
Allie smiled humorlessly. “He wants me to co-sign a loan, using an eighty-acre parcel of the Lightning Creek as collateral.”
“Tell him no.”
“If it were only that easy.” She glanced up at him as she passed by him on her way to the stove. “Let’s finish dinner, so I can do the prelim work on the portrait.”
Jason looked as if he wanted to argue for all of a second, then he gave an assenting nod and followed her into the kitchen.
* * *
AS MUCH AS Jason wanted to pursue the matter of the money-seeking ex, he didn’t. Instead he sliced tomatoes and tore lettuce leaves. He got the pickles out of the fridge along with the macaroni salad and helped Allie set the table.
She wanted to draw him. Was it some kind of twisted punishment? Did she know how hard it was for him to hold still?
Or was this a way of telling him to be careful how he treaded around her—that she’d find a way to make him uncomfortable, too?
“This friend of yours,” Allie said as she shoveled the hamburgers onto the buns. “Does he have a job now?”
“He’s still dealing with his injuries.”
“He’s paralyzed?”
“Paraplegic.” Jason took the loaded plates to the kitchen table, where Allie had set out ketchup, mustard and relish. “He’s lucky, because he tried to be dead.”
Allie gave an audible gasp. “Dear heavens.”
“Yeah. He still pretends it’s an accident, but witnesses made it clear that he deliberately drove into a tree.”
“Damn.”
“I know. And this isn’t exactly pleasant dinner talk.”
Allie took the seat on the opposite side of the oak table. “You’re right.” She poured ketchup onto her burger and plopped the top bun on. “Tell me about the ranch you want to buy.”
“It’s the Bella Ridge, on the other side of the valley.”
“I’ve heard of the property, but I’m not sure where it is, exactly. Liz would know. Her ex-husband’s ranch is in that area.”
“It’s a pretty piece of property. It’ll be a nice getaway.” He’d decided before coming that he wasn’t going to tippy-toe around his reality. Yes, he could afford a getaway. “And if things go wrong in my life, I can either live there or sell it.”
“How will things go wrong?”
“I end up here permanently.”
Allie’s lips tilted up. “That would be awful, to end up in a place a lot of people dream of living.”
“If it had a college football team, I’d be content. So would my father.”
“What’s your plan, Jason?”
He set down his hamburger and wiped his fingers. “I’d hoped to get an assistant coaching job, but that’s not panning out. My next idea was to get on in the athletic department, but I don’t have the experience I need.” He crumpled the napkin in his fist. “An intern position is opening up that they might consider me for, and I’m quickly learning that I’m not in a position to be proud or picky. If they let me apply, I will.”
“Have you ever thought of doing anything else?”
“Allie... I’m trained to do nothing. The world is my oyster.”
She gave a small cough, then pressed her napkin to her lips. “You’re good at barn demolition.”
“I am. And I like being around the cattle and stuff, but I don’t think I have what it takes to be a rancher.”
“I know I don’t.” She spoke adamantly.
“Don’t or won’t?”
Her beautiful blue gaze zeroed in on him and he realized he was doing it again. Pointing out perceived flaws in her approach to life when he hadn’t figured out a lot of his own life. “Sorry.”
“Here’s the deal,” she said, setting her napkin on the table. “I don’t love the Lightning Creek. For whatever reason, I cannot separate past traumas from the actual physical ranch. When I walk around the place, I think of my dad. I think of how I came here with Kyle to exorcize the memories and ended up making even worse memories. I think of all our mom gave up to keep us on the ranch, because that had been what Dad would have wanted, and how much I wanted her to give up and live her life the way she wanted.”
“Did she?”
“Yes. She married Principal Reyes. They live in Florida now.”
“Reyes? No kidding.”
“Surprised us all,” Allie said. “We didn’t think she’d remarry, but she did. She finally escaped the Lightning Creek before it beat her into the ground.” She smiled humorlessly. “Not that it didn’t come close to winning.”
“We’re really bad at cheerful dinner conversation,” Jason said.
Allie nodded at her plate and picked her burger back up. “We’re a pair all right.”
Twenty minutes later the dishes were done and Jason was sitting in a hardback chair near the floor lamp, doing his best to hold still while Allie sketched.
“Why don’t you just take a photo?” he finally asked.
“That wouldn’t torture you as much.”
“As I assumed.”
Allie gave a small laugh. “I want to try sketching from life. I’ll take a photo for the actual painting.”
“You’re painting me?”
“Don’t worry. No one will recognize you.”
Now it was Jason’s turn to laugh. “Maybe I can buy it from you. Put it over my mantel on the Bella Ridge.”
“Because everyone needs a portrait that doesn’t look like them over their mantel.”
Another half hour passed before Allie let Jason move. Before giving him the go-ahead, she took several photos of him
with her phone, then set her sketchbook aside.
“Can I see?” He could tell that she wanted to say no, but instead, she flipped the book open. She’d done several sketches, the pencil strokes dark and bold—slashes across the paper that somehow captured his likeness. Wow.
“Seen enough?”
“They look good.”
Allie didn’t answer. She got to her feet and stretched, which Jason took as a hint that it was time to go home.
“You’ll keep me updated on the status of my portrait.”
“I will.” She walked with him to the door. “Thanks for coming, Jason.” She raised up on her toes, put a light hand on his shoulder for balance and brushed a quick kiss against his lips.
“And that was for...?”
“Being a good sport. See you tomorrow.”
Jason sucked in a breath that made his chest expand. He wanted to see more of her tonight, but... He let out the breath. “Yeah. See you tomorrow.
CHAPTER TWELVE
JASON BREATHED A sigh of relief when he walked into the living room and saw the empty recliner. The cell phone was gone and he could hear the Dobes stirring in the room down the hall from the living room before settling again. No parental arguments tonight.
He got a beer and settled in the recliner, popping the top and enjoying the fact that he was drinking it because he liked beer, not to relieve stress. Would his dad still be in a decent frame of mind in the morning?
He hoped so, but right now he wasn’t going to waste time worrying about his dad’s moods. Nope. He was going to enjoy thoughts of a woman who wasn’t really so prickly.
Jason had just turned off the television and was starting for the stairs when the landline rang in the kitchen. He reversed course to grab it before it woke up his father. It had to be Kate or one of his other sisters, hopefully not with an emergency.
“Jason?”
He instantly recognized Zach’s voice. “Yeah, Zach. What’s up?”
“I, uh, need your help.”
“Sure.” He spoke as if it weren’t at all strange for the kid to be calling him close to midnight.
“I got picked up.”
Jason leaned a forearm on the doorjamb. “For...?”
“Drinking.” He hesitated, then added, “And resisting. I ran.”
“Did you hit anybody?”
“No,” he muttered. “I ran on foot.”
Thank God. “You know I can’t take custody of you, right?”
“I guess I was hoping that you might come down here and calm my mom down when she gets here.”
When Jason didn’t respond immediately, Zach said, “Please, Jason. She’s going to freak over this.”
“All right. I’ll come down.”
Sure enough, a few minutes after Jason arrived at the sheriff’s office, Zach’s mom showed up looking stressed. She barely seemed to register that he was there as she approached the dispatch window, but Jason instantly recognized her.
She spoke to the woman behind the window, who then disappeared.
“Liz?” Jason said from behind her. “I’m Jason Hudson. I work with Zach.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “I know who you are...but why are you here?”
“Zach called me.”
“What?” she asked in a stunned voice.
“I’m guessing that it’s to take the heat off from him.”
“Like that’s going to work.”
“Are you going to bail him out?”
“Do you think I should leave him here?”
He shrugged. Yeah, he thought she should, but it wasn’t his place to say so. He also knew that she was dealing with this alone. “Could I buy you a cup of coffee before you make your decision?”
She stared at him as if he were crazy. “To calm me down?” she asked with a snap.
“Not if you prefer to remain angry.”
“I just want to grab my kid and head home and cry.” She shoved her hands through her hair, her purse dangling from her elbow. “I don’t know if I can down a cup of coffee. I don’t know what he’s trying to prove.” She met Jason’s gaze. “I’m rambling.”
“With good cause.”
“Allie said you were patient.”
“I don’t know about that, but since Zach’s not my kid, I don’t have an emotional stake in this.”
Liz stared at him again, wearily this time. “Maybe he knew what he was doing calling you. Yes, I’ll take a cup of coffee.”
“Another half hour won’t kill him,” Jason said. “And it might do you some good.”
She nodded and they walked together down the short hall to the city hall cafeteria, which had two coffeepots and a row of vending machines.
Jason poured two cups of coffee that in all likelihood wouldn’t be very good, but would give them both something to do while they talked.
“It’s been a long time, Jason.” Liz smiled distantly. “You were setting state records the last time I saw you.”
“And now I’m tearing down a barn,” he said easily.
“What do you think of Zach?”
“He’s really angry.”
“It scares me,” she said. “I know he’s done this before, but hasn’t been caught.
“Do you think he’s driving drunk?”
She shook her head. “He doesn’t take his truck at night. He and his friends seem to be on foot for the most part. One of his friends has a dad in prison for third-offense DUI. It left an impression.”
“Well, that’s something anyway.”
“How much do you know?” she asked when they were seated in plastic chairs at a small table.
“I know that Zach had planned to work for his dad on the ranch this summer and it fell through.”
“Do you know why?”
“I do.”
“So you can see why Zach is bitter and acting out.”
“Yes.”
She tilted her head as she scrutinized his face. “But you don’t think it’s an excuse.”
“People react differently to things, but frankly, I think he can find a better way to express himself than getting arrested.”
“He’s going to counseling, but he hates it.”
“Because he wants to stay mad.”
“Maybe so.” She rested her elbow on the table, pushed her fingers into her hair and placed her head in her palm. “I don’t know how many times he’s done this and not gotten caught,” she said. “I just...don’t know.” She met his gaze. “And I have no idea why he called you. No offense, but I don’t think you’re his favorite person.”
“I gave him some life advice.”
“I heard.” She let out a small snort. “Something he needed to hear.”
“But didn’t like.”
“Who likes the truth when they’re avoiding it?”
An excellent point.
Liz glanced down at the full coffee cup. “I feel better now. A little anyway.” She gathered her purse. “I guess I’d better decide whether or not to let my son stay in jail for the night. I’m so sorry he dragged you down here.”
“Don’t be. I, uh, hope you encourage him to come to work tomorrow.”
“Are you kidding? He’ll be there if I have to call his dad and have him help deliver him.” She quirked one corner of her mouth. “And I never call his dad.”
* * *
AS IT TURNED OUT, Jason didn’t see Zach that night. After finishing their talk, Liz had asked him to go home while she decided how to deal with her son. He did, however, see the kid bright and early the next day when his mom dropped him off for work. Liz had bailed him out, but she’d also taken away his truck.
Zach shot Jason a quick look, but didn’t say anything before putting on his hard h
at and walking to the toolbox to take out the pry bar.
“I called Allie,” Liz said as Zach stalked through the gate. “She knows what happened.”
Jason had spoken to Allie briefly when they’d met at the mailbox—her on the way to work, him on his way into the Lightning Creek.
“How’re you doing?” he asked gently. She looked as if she hadn’t slept at all.
Liz smiled self-consciously and smoothed her hair back. “Okay. I’m going to talk to the school counselor today. Reality check.” She smiled tightly and looked past him to Zach. “He’s embarrassed and angry at getting caught.”
Jason was well aware. He’d had a brush or two with the law during high school, but the difference was that because of who he was, the coach and the powers that be managed to get him off the hook. Allie was right. He really hadn’t lived in the real world.
“Don’t worry,” he said, knowing even as he said the words that there was no way she wasn’t going to worry. “This’ll pass.”
“I hope so.” With a small wave, Liz rolled up the window and started down the driveway.
Jason and Zach worked in silence for most of the morning, maneuvering around the elephant in the room as well as they were able. Finally, when they’d stopped for a water break, Zach said, “My mom said that you wanted to leave me in jail overnight.” He sounded utterly betrayed.
“I did.”
“Why? To teach me a lesson?”
“I’m a big believer in negative reinforcement.”
“Thanks.”
“You asked me to help your mom and I did.”
Zach grunted something unintelligible and went back to work. Jason joined him and the two of them spent another silent hour busting up foundation before they stopped for lunch.
Jason’s phone buzzed in his pocket while he was digging his lunch out of the cooler. He pulled it out, hoping it wasn’t Kate with bad news about Max, and was stunned to see Pat’s name on the screen. Finally. He’d sent three unanswered texts over the past two weeks and after checking with Pat’s sister to make certain he was okay, had all but given up on hearing from the guy in the near future.
“About time,” he said instead of hello, a note of dry humor in his voice. “I’ve been thinking about you.” More and more since getting the depressing call from Amanda Morehouse.