They know theyre in trouble. Look at em.
Lauren watched in amazement as the horses fell into a single line at the shoulder of the road, as if to make room for the truck to catch up with them. A warm breeze skittered over her face, tangling her hair, as they raced closer and closer to the horses.
Theyre havin fun. Caleb shouted to be heard over the pounding hoof beats and rush of wind through the cab. Watch, now, how Malia stretches out. She likes to stay in the lead. Shes getting a kick out of this.
Surely this couldnt be safe. She knew the driveway ended around the next turn in the road, which she could see up ahead. They were neck and neck with the last horse of the small herd, giving Lauren a closer look. Foam flecked those sleek glossy coats, but she felt their happiness as they ran free and safe, penned in between the truck and the long, endless row of fencing.
You think this is fun? she asked. What happens when you hit the main road?
Youll see. This isnt the first time weve done this.
Isnt this a little dangerous?
Its a private road. He didnt seem concerned, but she wasnt fooled. He kept a careful watch on the driveway up ahead and on the horses to make sure there was plenty of space between his trucks fender and the wide grassy shoulder the horses were running on.
When the road curved to the left, the horses kept following the fence line, wheeling right like a flock of close-knit birds. The truck swung wider, keeping up with them, bouncing over wild grasses and wildflowers. Up ahead, an intersecting fence line cut off the horses charge. As if the horses knew just what would happen, all but the leader began to slow. Their run for freedom was over. Caleb skidded the pickup to a fast sliding stop, nosing up close to the fence, corralling the horses safely. Lauren watched in amazement as the white mare sailed over the six-foot rail.
Shes mad at me today. Shes probably jealous of you. He swung out of the truck and went to the horses.
Of me? she called out to him.
Sure. Shes the only female in my life.
When she twisted around in her seat, she caught a view of him in the side mirror. He was reaching into the back of the truck for a handful of colored nylon ropes, all the while talking low to the horses.
The dust was settling and she could see the friendliness between the man and the horses, who seemed to know him well. If she opened the door, would it startle them? She was way out of her element here, but Caleb had said he needed help. She leaned out the open window, studying the enormous horses from the safety of her seat. They were much larger and more powerful up close. One of them snorted and stomped its front foot like a bull getting ready to charge. Definitely not safe just yet.
Leopold, stop showin off for the lady. Caleb shook his head, tossing a look to her. Lauren, hes such a show-off. Its okay to come on out. I could use a little help.
You dont look like it.
Its always good to share the load. He snapped a rope onto the stomping horse. You, buddy, calm down. Yes, were all impressed with you.
Lauren opened the door, watching as the other horses sidestepped in response. They watched her with what she hoped was interestand not dislike. She felt very small next to the animals and she was in awe. Caleb snapped a rope onto another horses halter and the remaining two animals looked mischievously at the opening, beyond Caleb.
No, you dont. Hed noticed, too. Lauren, would you mind standing behind me. These two still have a few ideas.
She was already moving through the sunbaked grass that tickled her ankles. And exactly how do you think Im going to stop them if they act on their ideas?
Well, Im banking on the hope that theyll believe your bluff.
I dont bluff.
We might be in trouble, then. He didnt look troubled by it as he went after horse number three.
It was hard not to like Caleb, Lauren decided. The sunlight chose that moment to find him, highlighting his stony quiet strength. Like some Western hero of old, he approached the last free horse with a low word, brushed his big hand over the animals velvety nose. He made an image of rugged masculinity that made even her want to believe.
Lauren, would you mind driving the truck back for me? Ive got my hands full.
What about Malia?
Dont you worry, Ive got her number. He reached into the back of the truck and held out brown squares. It had to be some kind of horse treat. Amusement sparkled in his dark eyes. Watch.
He offered a cube to each horse and, sure enough, the breathtaking white mare hung her head over the board-rail fencing, nickering for her share of the treats.
Sorry, Malia. Youve got to come to me if you want some. Caleb didnt seem too troubled. As he gave attention to the other horses, Malia sailed back over the fence and pranced up to him, expecting her treat.
Wow. Lauren held down a sigh. The wind blew against her face, tangling her hair and breezing over her like a reassuring touch. It wasnt a sign from above, really, although the warm peace of the afternoon did feel like a rare blessing. The struggle of her life seemed far away.
She was glad that shed come all this way.
Chapter Two
What are you doing carrying your own bags? Caleb didnt mean to startle her, but he could see by the look on her face that he had. There she was, teetering up the walkway toward the porch steps, a heavy, battered duffel in each hand. While the bags werent big, they were heavy. He remembered that. Put em down. Youre in Montana now. I cant let a woman do the heavy work while I watch.
Isnt that a little chauvinist?
Maybe where youre from, but I call it doing the right thing. He crossed over Marys lawn. Besides, you dont know where youre going.
Uh, how about into the house?
So you think. What was a guy to do? Its one thing to have an independent streak, its another to let a man stand around gettin lazy.
That made her smile and he liked this because her shyness faded away and her unique loveliness shone.
One thing I dont approve of is a lazy man. Amusement warmed the violet of her eyes. I suppose I should put you to work and keep you respectably useful.
Exactly. Its for the greater good.
She lowered the bags with a thud at his feet.
Mary has the carriage house ready for you, out back. He got a good grip on the crackled handles of the bags and heaved. Are there rocks in here? Weights? Or really big shoes?
Books.
That explained it. Hed noticed the backpack. Are you a student?
Yep. Classes start in three weeks.
She was a little old for a college girl, although she might be putting herself through. That could slow a student down, working full-time and juggling classes. He should have noticed the little details. Her car was twenty-years-old and if hed described it as having had seen better days, he would have been kind. She was as neat as a pin, but her clothes were simple and not exactly designer. Her flip-flops were wearing thin. And then there was the backpacktypical student ware.
Curious, he led the way along the path curving around the house. Whats your major?
Curious, he led the way along the path curving around the house. Whats your major?
Im finishing up a masters in business. Hey, dont look so surprised.
You want to be a businesswoman?
A lot of people do. Why?
How did he say it? For some reason I figured, since you lived in L.A.
That you thought Id be like my mom and want to be an actress. Hurt shadowed her eyes and dimmed her smile.
Hey, I didnt mean any insult.
I get that a lot. She shrugged one slim shoulder, as if it were no big deal.
Caleb figured it was. There was something about her, something he still couldnt put his finger on. But there was a lot to like about her.
Oh, there are the horses. She changed the subject as they circled around the side of the house. I hope the gate is secure.
I roped it up good. Its gotten to be a sort of game to Malia. Shes smart, Ive got to give her credit for that. Ill have to order a new latch and hope its the one she wont be able to figure out. Thanks for your help back there. If you hadnt driven the truck back, right now Id be walking in the hot sun to fetch it. Would you like something to cool you off?
Suddenly his voice sounded distant and tinny. What was happening? Laurens feet froze in place at the top of the walk. Emotion spun through her, unnamed and misty, like fog rolling in with the Pacifics tides. Was it a memory of the past? Or the wish for one?
Are you okay? Caleb stopped, reversed and came to stand in front of her. His big shadow fell across her and it felt oddly intimate. Youre pale all of a sudden.
I justI think I remember this place.
It was there, just beyond her reach, an image she couldnt bring into focus. It remained fuzzy, hidden by the mist of twenty years, but it was there. A voice she couldnt hear, a faint scent of apples and cinnamon. Leaves rustling through the trees and a feeling she couldnt pin down that remained cloaked in fog.
The hint of memory disappeared, leaving her empty and alone. Her heart ached with loss and she didnt know why.
It doesnt seem like a very good memory.
Calebs voice surprised her. For a moment it was as if she were alone in the dappled sunlight. But he was there, towering so close he filled her field of vision.
Why dont you sit down, he suggested, right here out of the sun.
There was something in his words, something kind and unexpected. Caleb Stone took her arm, his strong hand cupping her elbow, and guided her. She sank onto the bottom step on the porch, shaded by the house and the overhead trees.
Calebs hand moved to her shoulder. A comforting gesture. He clearly thought she was ill. Its over a hundred in the shade. This mountain air is so dry, you dehydrate before you know it. I kept you out in the sun too long.
Her chest twisted so tight, she couldnt answer. She didnt think it was the heat and sun that was affecting her so much. It was the past and this reaction was something she hadnt expected. She hadnt come here to dredge up hurt. No, shed come out of curiosity. She wanted to know where shed come from. Who she was. Maybe that would help her figure out better where she was headed in life.
You stay right here. His big fingers squeezed once, gentle and soothing, sending a rush of peace through her troubled heart. Ill be right back.
His boots knelled against the wood steps and the wraparound porch. A screen door squeaked open somewhere at the side of the house.
The pressure in her chest increased. Was she upset by this strangers kindness? Or from memories, unseen and without shape, remembered in her heart? And why? Why had it always remained a blank? Mom refused to talk about the past. Refused to say if there were any siblings, a father, cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents left behind. People that might have mattered to her.
Calebs steps approached her from behind with an easygoing cadence. She heard ice tinkling in a glass. Here.
She stared at the tall glass of lemonade he offered. The scent was bright and sour-sweet as he lowered the glass into her hand.
Youre still not looking too well. Did you drive straight through?
She shook her head. Took the glass. Stared at the lemony goodness. Here was the edge of that memory. She tasted the lemonade and already knew the flavorful and sweet-tart taste before it hit her tongue. Frustrated, she wished there was more to her recollection.
You rest here. Rehydrate. Caleb rose. He remained behind her, out of her sight, but his presence was substantial all the same. Ill take your bags out to the carriage house.
It had been a long time since anyone had helped her. Thanks, Caleb.
Sure thing. Then he was gone, leaving her alone with the glass of lemonade.
Maybe her lack of memory was a sign. Her mind had buried something so deep on purposeto protect her or because it hadnt mattered. She wanted answers, but what if she didnt like what she found out?
I could get hurt.
Uncertainty and regret swirled into a black mass in the middle of her stomach. Her hands began to tremble, sloshing the lemonade around in the tall cool glass.
What would her grandmother think of her? Would there be disappointment on her face? Would she, like her daughter, Laurens mother, find so much to criticize?
So many worries. She would give them to the Lord. She took a shaky breath, trying to pull herself together. Hot wind breezed against her face like a touch, reminding her of where she was. The drum of a mans sure and leisurely gait knelled on the porch boards behind her. She could feel the vibration of his steps roll through her.
Lauren couldnt exactly say why she was so aware of Calebs Stone presence.
He sat next to her and shaded his eyes with one broad, sun-browned hand. He gazed down the long stretch of gravel driveway. You feel a little nervous about all this?
Something like that. Although nervous didnt begin to describe it. As nice as Caleb seemed, he was a stranger to her, and she didnt feel comfortable talking about something so private. Time to change the subject. The horses are all right?
Ive got to get back and give them a rub down and a little water, but I had to see to you first. It cant be easy coming back after all these years.
Coming back? I dont remember this place at all. Nothing.
You were pretty young when you left.
When my mother took me. There was a difference. All she could remember was crying and then choking on her own sobs, bouncing around on the vinyl backseat of her moms 1962 Ford as they drove away forever. Shed been two. She could still hear her moms voice, trembling with that high, nervous tone she had when everything was going wrong. Were meant for better things, you and me. Youll see, sweetness.
Better things had been a long string of shabby apartmentsand sometimes worseuntil Lauren had struck out on her own. In a way, shed always been alone. She didnt mind it. Shed never known anything else.
He broke into her thoughts. Im a good friend with your brother. Spence. I know your sisters real well.
Then youre not only a neighbor, but a family friend.
You could say that.
But what wasnt he saying, Lauren wondered. Was he starting to piece things together and beginning to wonder about her? If she was like her mother? She took a sip of lemonade. The flavor burst across her tongue more sweet than tart and that tugged at lost memories, too.