Tularosa
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“I’m doing okay,” Kerney admitted. “How is Eddie?”
“He’s coming along. The doctors took the pins out of his fingers. He’s started physical therapy.”
“That’s good to hear,” he answered. There was a brief silence.
“I got to meet Enrique DeLeon,” Sara declared. Clearly, the conversation wasn’t going anywhere.
“Did you give him my regards?” he inquired.
“As a matter of fact, I did.”
Kerney felt clumsy. He was killing the conversation deader than a doornail. “I looked for you at Sammy’s funeral. I thought you might be there.”
Sara took one step toward him and stopped. “I wanted to go, but I couldn’t get away.” She waited for more. He just stared at her.
“Passing through Santa Fe?” Kerney asked awkwardly, looking at her vehicle. The back of the four-by-four was filled with gear.
Sara shook her head. “I came to see you.”
“Really?” Surprise made Kerney’s voice sound thin. He concealed it by clearing his throat.
Sara took her time before replying. She decided to trust the instinct that had brought her to Santa Fe. “I am not a one-night stand, Kerney,” she said.
The corners of his eyes crinkled into a smile. “I’m not either.”
She laughed and tossed her head. “So why didn’t you call?”
He shook his head. “I guess I was too much of a coward to find out how you really felt.”
“I’ve been feeling rejected.”
“Don’t do that.”
“I have another option to suggest.”
“Which is?”
“A one-time offer. You’ve never been to Montana, have you?”
“No. Never.” A smile broke across his face.
“I make a pretty good tour guide.”
“I could use a vacation.”
“There are certain conditions attached to this offer,” Sara said, taking his hand and walking him toward the cabin.
“What are they?”
“I’ll show you.”
In the bedroom, astride Kerney, Sara arched her back and smiled down at him.
“How did you know I was leaving Santa Fe?” he asked.
“Dale told me.”
“You saw Dale?”
“Yes.” Sara moved her hips. “Stop talking. I’m not finished with you.”
“Do I get to meet your parents?”
“You may not get any further than this.”