He stopped the tow truck in the middle of the road and leaned out the window. Hey, good lookin. Need a lift?
Her new blond locks danced against the side of her face, driven by the wind. Do you like the new me?
There was nothing wrong with the old you. He reached for his door to climb down and assist her, but it was too late to help her in. She was already breezing through the beams of the trucks headlights, so he leaned across the seat and opened the door. He gave it a shove for her because it was heavy. Whats with Helen? I saw her new hairdo.
Gramma is having a midlife crisis three decades too late.
Good. Everyone needs to try something new now and then.
Flashing him a grin, Karen climbed inside the cab as if she were used to climbing into big trucks. And then Zach remembered she was a ranch girl and had probably helped her father in the fields through the years by driving hay trucks and tractors.
What would it have been like to grow up as she did, with a solid and close-knit family and hundreds of acres of land to roam on? It was a far cry from living at the edge of town where hed called a singlewide trailer home. And where hed struggled to take care of his younger brother and sister.
The bench seat dipped slightly with her weight. The air-conditioning circulated her vanilla and baby shampoo scent. Yes, a man had to have hope. Thats all it washopeand not the right to be more than a friend.
Not knowing what to say, Zach released the clutch. The truck eased down the street in a smooth rumble.
He headed north, away from the lights of the small town where rolling fields stretched into the deepening twilight. The roar of the engine and the whir of the cool air through the cab covered up the silence that fell between them. But it didnt change the fact that she was sitting next to him with only two feet between them.
Yes, it was good for a man to have hope.
What are you looking at? she asked, her hand flying to the sassy ends of her hair. You hate this, dont you? I cant get used to looking at myself.
Neither can I. He fought the urge to tell her just how great she looked. He thought her beautiful before, but she looked better now. Not because her hair was different, but because there was a sparkle in her eyes he hadnt seen in a long while.
Gramma forced me into this.
She strong-armed you, did she?
She guilted me into it. Works every time. Karen shook her head and her jaunty locks swept her slim shoulders. Im a soft touch when it comes to her.
When it comes to everyone.
Sometimes. She looked unhappy, and he never much thought about the pressures she might face always looked to as one of the well-behaved McKaslin girls, even now when shed been an adult for many years.
I have the same problem, he confessed with a grin. Im always a real softhearted guy. Thats why I drive my motorcycle through town at least once a week. So no one suspects the real me.
Its a good disguise. It fools a lot of people, but not me.
Really? Maybe I shouldnt have left the leather jacket at home. He tossed her a grin as he slowed down to turn into her familys long gravel driveway.
How she liked Zachs smile. Kind and warm with a hint of charm, and when his smile touched his eyes, she could see the goodness in him. In fact, there was a lot to like about the man.
Aside from being a dependable friend, he was probably the most handsome man in town. Hed certainly been considered the best-looking boy in her high school class. All the years since had only improved him.
Even in the dark interior of the truck and silhouetted by the encroaching night, he looked amazing. His profile was strong with a dark shock of hair tumbling over his forehead, a straight nose and a well-carved jaw. Just looking at him made her pulse drum.
Zach slowed the truck down to take the final corner of her parents long gravel driveway. She looked through the windshield and saw her familys home up on the knoll. The lit windows shone like beacons in the descending darkness.
The truck eased to a stop in front of her house, and the silence between them lengthened. Light from the house spilled through the open windows to cast a glow on the trimmed juniper bushes lining the driveway.
She didnt want to walk through that door. The pressure of her parents disappointment in her pressed like an anvil against her chest.
I can take that in if you want. His voice startled her, and his big warm hand curled over hers.
His heat seared her like a jolt of electricity and she jumped at the contact. Then she realized he wasnt trying to hold her hand. He was taking the plastic bag from her grip.
To her amazement, he opened the door and hopped from the cab. His boots crunched in the gravel and then tapped on the brick walk. The light from the windows burnished him with a golden glow. His silhouette was impressivebroad shoulders, wide back, tapered hips and long legs.
He was all male, that was for sure. Hard and strong and powerful. Something shed never quite noticed to this degree before.
Her heart kicked for some unexplained reason, and she fled into the fields where the darkness swallowed her. She knew every bump in the dirt path that led from the house to the stable.
She splayed both palms on the worn smooth curve of the top rail and let the calm of the night surround her. Dark clouds blocked out the stars. She didnt know how long she waited before she heard Zachs gait on the path behind her and felt his presence, substantial like the night.
Karen? Ill head back to town and rescue your car. I can have an estimate ready for you sometime tomorrow.
Theres no hurry. Its not like I can afford that engine.
Stop being so difficult. In my book, youre a good credit risk. Besides, youve got a business to run. You need your car.
I do. Trying not to give in to her troubles, she took a breath and let the wooden rail take the weight of her head. Too lateher neck muscles had coiled into one hard aching mass.
Gathering her hair in her free hand, she held it up in a loose ponytail so the winds could caress a warm current across her knotted muscles.
His work boots tapped behind her. A little tense?
Thats an understatement.
Let me see what I can do about that.
She felt a swish of air over her exposed skin and then his warm fingers settled on her neck. She stiffened at his touch, but the heat of his palm felt like heaven.
A sigh escaped her as his big, callused hands caressed and soothed the pain from her muscles. Her tension melted with every glide of his fingers over the back of her neck.
Too soon he stepped away, leaving her breathless. His touch was like nothing shed known beforeelectrical and enlivening and comforting all at once.
She was grateful for the dark. She didnt know what to say, and even if she did, how would she say it?
As if he were flustered, too, Zach walked away without saying a word.
The thick blanket of clouds broke apart overhead, and thin, silvery moonlight brushed the ground where Zach walked. A verse from Matthew came to her as soft as the breeze. and He will give you all you need from day to day.
There was no doubt about it. She was blessed with Zach for a friend.
She stepped into the swatch of moonlight and began jogging to catch up with him. Hey, where do you think youre running off to? Did you get supper?
No. I was in the middle of chiseling frozen hot dogs out of my freezer when you called.
Chiseling? Unbelievable. Ive heard bachelor stories before, but I didnt think they were true. Even my father can cook well enough to make an omelet in a pinch.
Ive been busy. I didnt have time to get to the grocery store.
Sure, a likely story. She met him halfway across the yard. Zachary Drake, youre pathetic, but I cant in good conscience let you starve.
Pathetic? Cmon, give me a break, Im not that bad. Usually.
Sure, like I believe you. She led the way up the brick steps and onto the porch. A man who thinks crusted-over hot dogs is a worthy meal is a danger to himself.
Does this mean Im in luck and youre going to feed me?
Somebodys got to.
He laughed, a rich, wonderful sound that warmed her all the way to her soul.
Chapter Four
The microwave beeped and Zach watched Karen pop open the little door. The light inside snapped on to reveal the sight of a steaming cheesy casserole. It made his mouth water.
Thats the best thing Ive seen all day.
Karen smiled breezily. If youre really nice to me, Ill give you the recipe. If you can fix a car, you can learn to make this.
Thats a bet Im not willing to take. If I could cook as good as I can build a transmission, my stomach wouldnt be growling. I havent had a decent meal since my little sister left for college.
Karen set the plate on the kitchen table. What have you been eating for the last year?
They have these boxes in the freezer part of the grocery store. I buy em, take em home, and when Im hungry, put one in the oven. Theyre called frozen dinners.
Shocking. Teasing glints lit her eyes and chased away the worry lines across her brow. She tugged flatware from a nearby drawer and set a knife and fork on the table. Sit. Eat. Its a wonder you havent spontaneously combusted with all the chemicals youve been ingesting.
Its not that bad. Theyve got these healthy frozen meals that taste pretty good. But nothing like your grandmothers cooking.
I wont argue with you about that. Karen set two soda cans on the table. Go ahead and get started. Ill dish up a nice bowl of salad.
Youre going to torment me with vegetables?
Even a man as handsome as you needs his antioxidants.
Antiwhats? That sounds suspicious. Let me guess. It has something to do with broccoli.
She peered around the edge of the refrigerator door. Whats wrong with broccoli?
It tastes like cellophane, for one thing. As a general rule, I never eat anything green.
Its a wonder youve made it this far, Zachary Drake. A tough guy like you needs his vitamins. She shook her head, golden locks shimmering as she shut the door. Ive got a bowl of carrot sticks. Do me a favor and eat a few. Hey, dont look at me like that. Theyre orange, not green.
Orange is a good color. Lots of junk food is orange.
She rewarded him with another smile, one that chased away all the shadows from her eyes and the strain from her face. A smile that made her look like the Karen he remembered. Happy and wholesome, with the kind of beauty that settled in a mans heart and never faded.
Those are dangerous thoughts, Zach. He tried not to notice the way his skin felt prickly when she sat down beside him.
He bowed his head in a quick prayer and reached for his fork.
Delicious spices and creamy cheese melted across his tongue. This is great. Im so grateful, Im liable to give you the engine you need for free.
Dont you dare, although Gramma will appreciate the compliment. Karen popped the top of the cola can and sipped.
No ring sparkled on her finger. He couldnt forget what shed told him. That she wasnt going to marry Jay. Ever.
Hope was a bright blessing as the night darkened and he could see his reflection in the white-paned glass of the kitchens bay window. And of the woman sitting next to him, her bouncy hair sparkling like pure gold, her presence as sweet as the cut roses scenting the air.
This was definitely something he could get used to. Forget coming home to an empty apartment and eating alone in front of the TV.
A door opened behind him and the hot, evening wind whipped across the back of his neck as Karens mother and grandmother entered the kitchen.
Mom. Karen bolted out of her chair and circled around the table, her arms extended.
Zach watched as she wrapped her mother in a comforting hug. Mrs. McKaslin looked frail and ashen, but when she glared at him over Karens shoulder, she looked as tough as nails.
Mrs. McKaslin didnt need to say the words. Zach had lived with the same looks from half the town since he was a boylooks of disdain and judgment. Looks that said he wasnt quite good enough, even twenty years later. Hed worked hard to become a man of integrity, but he was still Sylvia Drakes son from the wrong side of town.
Im in the way here, Karen. He grabbed his empty plate and carried it to the sink. Let me rinse this off and Ill be on my way.
What? No seconds? Karen released her mother and moved to stop him, her beauty just as bright and her friendship as genuine. Let me grab the casserole from the fridge and Ill dish you up another
Im good, Karen. Thanks anyway.
You havent had dessert yet.
Mrs. McKaslins gaze grew sharper, and Zach could feel the man he was fade a little. Its getting late.
Are you sure? Mom, would you mind wrapping up a few of your brownies? If Zach has to go, at least he can take heaven with him. Karens smile shot straight to his heart.
She was heaven.
Good thing she couldnt read his thoughts. Embarrassed, he set his plate in the sink.
Oh, no, you dont. Karen sidled up to him and curled her hand around the hot water tap. Id still be sitting on that lonely sidewalk if you hadnt shown up tonight. Thanks, Zach. I owe you big-time.