Her Forever Cowboy. Debra Clopton
some kind of picture!”
Cole grimaced. “True. Still, it is amazing that he met Melody one day and knew she was the match for you.” He cocked a brow at Seth, who reciprocated. It had been a weird thing when Wyatt met Melody and decided instantly to have her do some research on the family history. History that Seth hadn’t wanted researched. It had thrown the two of them into a battle of wills and then into a hunt for long-lost treasure.
“Wyatt wouldn’t be such a great lawyer unless he was good at reading people,” Seth mused. “Maybe that was it.”
Cole didn’t know what it was, but serious, levelheaded Seth was happier and more relaxed than Cole had thought possible. He deserved it. “You look good, Seth,” he said, drawing his own thoughts away from Lori. Thoughts of how happy they could have been if things hadn’t been…the way they’d been.
“I am happy. Melody—”
“Completes you,” Cole teased with the famous movie line, forcing the door to his past shut.
“You laugh, but it’s so true.”
“I’m not laughing. I like it. Wyatt might have missed his calling.”
“Maybe he’ll do the same for you.”
“Oh, no,” Cole said. “I’ve got places to be and things to see. I’m not settling down—but it sure looks good on you.”
“So, any clues why Wyatt wanted you home or what he had to do to get you here? What’s up with that?”
“He said he’d tell me when he showed up tomorrow.” Cole set his coffee down and headed toward the hall, tugging his shirt up over his head as he went. “But I came because I decided it was time to come see how married life was treatin’ you.”
“Well, in that case it should be clear that I’m doin’ well.”
Cole halted at the doorway to the hall. “I can see that, but I want to get a gander at Melody and make sure she’s got the same goofy grin on her face. I’ll be out in a minute.”
“Cole, hold up a minute. About Susan.”
“What about her?”
“I’m guessing you’re in town for a short visit and, well, you should know Susan is looking for a real relationship. One that includes a future and a family. I hope you keep that in mind while you’re here.”
Cole shot Seth a warning look. “I didn’t come back here to break any hearts, if that’s what you’re worried about. I’m here and then I’m back on the road. I’ve got places to be.”
“Look, Cole, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s been six years. I’m actually hoping you’re ready to settle down and think—”
“Don’t go there, Seth,” Cole warned, an edge to his voice that had Seth setting his coffee down and frowning at him in disappointment. He pushed away from the counter and stood staring at Cole. The tension between them was born of love and concern. Still, Cole hadn’t come home for more lectures on the life he’d chosen.
He turned and headed to the bathroom. Truth was, he didn’t really have a clue why he’d come home. Sure Wyatt had forced him in a way Seth would never know about…but even with that, Cole hadn’t had to come. So why had he?
Okay, just calm down! “What do you mean you’re going on an extended hunt in Alaska?”
Susan was behind the counter at Sam’s diner talking on the diner phone. The cell reception in Mule Hollow was extremely scarce so she often had to use client landlines to keep in touch with Betty, her part-time receptionist, back at the office. Today she’d expected to meet her contractor out at the new property so they could go over plans before he started working. He hadn’t shown. After waiting an hour she’d driven into town to use Sam’s phone.
Betty had given her the distressing news that her contractor had quit. Quit! He couldn’t quit. She’d immediately dialed him up.
“Just what I said,” the louse drawled. “I’m goin’ to Alaska.”
Susan turned her back to the diner, lowering her voice so as not to shout to the small crowd in the diner. She didn’t want everyone to know she had trouble. “You said I was next in line,” she said, using great restraint. Her daddy always told her to keep a lid on her temper, that a ranting woman didn’t get any respect from a man, but…she was so mad she could spit nails! “We had a deal.”
“Look, lady, I got a better deal. An offer I couldn’t refuse, so to speak. I’m outta here on the fishing trip of a lifetime.”
An offer he couldn’t refuse. Where did he get such an offer? “So, let me get this straight. Your word means nothing.”
His next words were not nice. And being told in no uncertain terms that she was “up a creek without a paddle” did not help her mood.
If the guy quit for a better job she might not be so furious. But, no, the man was going fishing. Fishing!
Fighting down the urge to kick something, Susan carefully hung the wall phone in its cradle. It took all she had not to slam it down.
Now what?
She bit her lip and stared hard at the phone. What was she going to do? The interior of her new office space needed walls torn out and new ones built. Counters and shelves, not to mention the electric wiring and plumbing required updates, too. And it all had to be done by the end of the month. She could hear her dad’s calm voice reminding her to keep her cool, buckle down, and get the job done. “Getting the job done was what mattered,” he’d say, in that Texas twang that still made her smile to think of it. Still made her miss him like crazy. Still made her want to please him. And she would. She’d had setbacks before and his words always drove her to get it done.
Right now she had to get her appointments finished for the day and get home. If she was lucky tonight, she’d get a full night’s sleep and be ready to tackle finding a new contractor tomorrow. She was still working on fumes from exhaustion. If tonight went without an emergency call she’d get the much-needed sleep and wipe out the fog of exhaustion clouding her head. But lately it seemed like emergency calls were non-stop.
“Here’s your burger, Doc,” Sam said, coming out of the back with a paper bag in his hand. His sharp old eyes seemed to look through her. “Every thang okay? You look kinda pink.”
“Everything’s fine, Sam—” She bit her lip. “Actually that’s not true. You wouldn’t happen to know a good contractor, would you?”
Sam was a tiny man in his mid- to late-sixties with the boundless energy of a man much younger. He was a hard worker like her dad had been and she respected him greatly. He also knew everyone within a hundred-mile radius of town.
He scrubbed his chin. “Contractors. “You got trouble?”
“Looks that way. I need to get moved in before my contract deadline gets here in three weeks. But,” she practically growled the word, “my guy just hung me out to dry. He said he got offered a fishing trip. A fishing trip. And is going fishing in Alaska.”
Sam grimaced, his weathered face wrinkling. “Tank Clawson always was one ta put play b’fore work. It’s a wonder the man kin afford ta finance all his vacations.”
Susan knew what it was. Supply and demand paid well. The man did good work when he did it and people were willing to pay him top dollar. She’d hired him because he’d said he could fit her in between two big jobs that were scheduled. “I didn’t get the impression that he was paying for this trip.”
Sam tugged on his ear. “That’s purdy odd.”
“Yes, sir, it is. Thanks for the lunch, Sam. What would I do without you?”
His brows dipped. “You’d dry up and wither away. You need ta slow down, sit in one of them thar booths and eat that burger on the sit-down rather