He knew the mans name now. The old lady who ran the boardinghouse that passed for a hotel in this one-horse town happily supplied the mans identity over lunch.
Thank goodness for Danny Robertson, shed cooed. Lindy needs a strong man to lean on during these hard times. And Dannys such a great boy.
His hostess, diligently thorough in her gossip, spared no detail about Lindys longtime friendship with the CEO of the local Feed and Seed.
How can these people stand to live in this fishbowl?
Around him, the funeral crowd began reciting a hushed version of the Lords Prayer. Lead us not into temptation
Temptation. Yeah, right.
Shifting under the heat of the sunand his rising angerTravis watched Lindy mutilate her handkerchief. Was it possible she didnt know her attorney had called him yesterday, giving him all the details of Lionels funeral as well as the meeting scheduled for tomorrow afternoon?
Shed seemed genuinely surprised by his presence this morning. And not just because hed caught her practically naked. Coming face-to-face with a barely dressed, smiling Lindy had thrown him for quite a loop. But even through his own surprise, hed noted the shock on her face.
The seductive vision of his wife wearing nothing but two strips of white cotton filled his brain. He couldnt remember the last time hed seen so much of her creamy-white skin.
It had been even longer since hed seen her smile.
His focus had been so riveted on Lindy, he didnt notice Robertson move closer to her side until the grizzly-size man lifted a paw and rested it on her shoulder.
Travis waited for Lindys shoulder to shrug, knock the paw off, refuse the mans affection. Instead her hand lifted, touched the fingers resting on her shoulder. She craned her head, relaxed her lips, favoring him with a small smile.
The big man seemed to swell under Lindys attention. Traviss stomach twisted, along with every other muscle in his body.
Fists clenched, he stepped forward.
Luckily common sense prevailed. He couldnt very well strike the man at Lionels funeral. Forcing his muscles to relax, he fell back in line and tried to pay attention to the service.
Lindy smiled and greeted well-wishers until her cheeks ached. Unshed tears burned the backs of her eyes. Seemed like the entire population of Lands Cross had shown up to pay their respects.
Guilt washed over her. So many people, most shed known her entire life. Yet all afternoon, one guest had monopolized her thoughts. Travis.
Why was he here? Shed give anything to find out hed come to support her, to finally be there in her time of need. Her pride and her memory squashed that thought.
Would the frivolous hope lurking inside her ever accept the truth? During their brief marriage, Travis had shown over and over again that she was not his number one priority. Heck, as his wife and the future mother of his child, she hadnt even rated second best. Shed come a distant third. Far, far behind his family and his precious Monroe Enterprises.
Whatever his reasons for being here, they certainly had nothing to do with comforting her.
Since most of the mourners had already headed to the farm, she dropped her forced smile. Gritting her teeth, she watched Travis stride confidently across the grassy cemetery. Hed removed his sunglasses. His incredible eyes locked on to her, keeping her in his sights, never sparing a glance for the people or grave markers littering his path. He maneuvered through the obstacles without faltering, with the accuracy of a heat-seeking missile, she his target.
A shudder quaked through her, from the inside out.
Beside her, Danny touched her shoulder and bent close to her ear.
You hanging in there? he whispered.
Theyd been friends since their diaper years, and she knew what he really meant. Let me know if you need to cry and Ill carry you out of here so quick no one will see a single tear. Danny had always been good as gold.
She managed a silent nod in answer to his question, but her gaze remained glued to Travis. He continued his approach, seemingly in slow motion. She pressed her right hand against her breastbone and forced a ragged breath into her lungs. A good twenty feet separated them. Still, Lindy felt blanketed by the pure physical force of his presence.
It was a new sensation. More than chemistry. Almost like
Her thoughts broke when Travis cocked his head to the left, releasing her from his visual grip. Noticing movement in her periphery, her eyes rotated, blinked several times. Shed been so wrapped up in Travis, shed forgotten where she was.
Her focus now shifted to the man who stood before her. Chester Warfield studied her, his pale blue eyes narrowed against the afternoon sun. Chester had been Popss best friend for more than sixty years, his attorney for almost fifty. Tears filled her eyes and her tense lips quivered into a weak smile.
The stout man answered with a solemn nod and spread his arms wide. She didnt hesitate, just buried herself in his hug. His familiar scent of lemon drops and arthritis rub engulfed her. For a split second, Lindy allowed herself to pretend everything would be okay.
Then Travis cleared his throat.
Who was she kidding? Her life would never be okay again.
After a few more pats on her back, Chester released her and turned to face Travis, extending his right hand. You must be Mr. Monroe. Im Chester Warfield. We spoke yesterday?
Travis dipped his head slightly in acknowledgment and accepted the older mans hand.
Good to finally meet you in person, Mr. Monroe, even under such sad circumstances.
Lindy studied both men, Travis with his veiled expression, Chester with his odd smile. You two know each other?
Not exactly. Chesters gaze settled somewhere near her earring. The tiny hairs on the back of Lindys neck snapped to attention.
Chester cleared his throat before continuing. As your attorney, it was my legal obligation to contact him.
Lindy shook her head, trying to make sense of Chesters words. Dannys body brushed against hers as his large hand cupped her elbow. Shed forgotten he was there.
You ready to go? he asked softly.
No, she answered, stepping away from Dannys grasp. Back up, Chester. What do you mean, legal obligation?
Lindy felt a moments panic when Chesters face flushed and his finger dug into the neckband of his shirt. Popss face had turned that same shade of purple moments before his heart attack.
But upon closer inspection, she realized Chester wasnt having a heart attack. Rather, he suffered from an acute case of youre not going to like what I have to say.
Lindys internal warning siren began to hum. Her gaze snapped back to Travis. His face gave no hint of his thoughts.
She returned her attention to her perspiring lawyer. Her finger poked the center of his chest hard enough to force him back a step. Spill it.
Chesters eyes flicked to Danny. This is a family matter.
What a crock.
Lindy recognized the old mans stall tactic. Still, even though Danny was practically family, a little privacy sounded like a very good idea. Fewer witnesses.
Danny, would you mind excusing us?
Sure. Ill just wait by the truck and take you home when youre done.
That wont be necessary. Travis spoke for the first time. After the family details are dealt with, Ill see my wife home.
Danny, would you mind excusing us?
Sure. Ill just wait by the truck and take you home when youre done.
That wont be necessary. Travis spoke for the first time. After the family details are dealt with, Ill see my wife home.
Family? Oh, great. Now he gets it.
Stunned, she twisted her head whiplash-fast, but the scathing comment shed planned dissolved on the tip of her tongue. Travis and Danny stood there, less than two feet apart, shoulders thrown back, eyes squinted, sneering at each other.
Lindy stomped her foot on the ground, the way she would if her prized Holsteins Thelma and Louise were being bullheaded and needed a distraction. The heel of her black pump burrowed into the ground. Darn it.
You two look like a couple of puffed-up peacocks. Cut it out! She took a deep breath, counted to ten. Then twenty.
Danny, Ill call you tomorrow. Okay? She lifted her cheek to accept his kiss. With a last glare at Travis, Danny turned and headed back to his truck.
Too tired for more stalling, she addressed her attorney. Im assuming whatever you dont want to tell me has something to do with him. She indicated Travis with a jerk of her thumb.
Chester nodded.
Okay. Another deep breath. Lets hear it.
Yesterday, I contacted Mr. Monroe in my capacity as executor of the Lewis estate, Chester said, sounding very lawyerly. I informed him of Mr. Lewiss death and requested his presence at the reading of Lionels will.
Why? Lindys voice echoed inside her head, as if it came from the end of a very long, very dark tunnel. Her internal warning siren no longer hummed. It clanged. At full volume.
Your grandfather left his entire estate to Mr. and Mrs. Travis Monroe.
The clanging in Lindys brain stopped, replaced by the rushing roar of shock. Her heart sank to her feet, taking her blood supply with it. Despite the afternoon suns warmth, a chill seeped into her bones. She wrapped her arms around her body and squeezed her eyes shut tight. Keeping her tears locked up felt like an impossible task.
Mr. and Mrs. Travis Monroe. The words danced a teasing jig around her brain. Suddenly the ground beneath her feet seemed to shift, throwing Lindy off balance. Traviss strong grip on her shoulders steadied the ground, righted the world.
No, she whispered. Her eyes popped open. Traviss face hovered a few inches from hers. Dont touch me.
She jerked her shoulders free from his hold and moved away. He stepped closer, his startled eyes drilling into hers.
At least now I know why youre here. She widened the gap between them. This time, he didnt follow. You came to Lands Cross because of Popss will.
A pink tinge crept up Traviss neck, but he kept his eyes level with hers. Fraid so.
Shed known his reasons for being here had nothing to do with her, but hearing him admit the truth still stung. See, Pops, he doesnt want me.
Apparently, though, he wanted her farm. Why else would he be interested in Popss will? Her dreams for the future were tied to that land. No way shed let him get his hands on her dreams. Not again.
How do you know what he wants, Lindy girl? Did you ask? Did you ever tell him what you wanted? Popss words drifted into her memory. Her old-fashioned grandfather had spent the past year trying to convince Lindy to give her marriage a second chance.
Now, Lindy, give the boy a break. Chesters voice shocked her. For the second time in under an hour, Travis had made her forget where she was. Hes just doing what Lionel wanted.
What about what I want? she demanded.
Travis stepped up again and opened his mouth. Before he could speak, she raised her hand between them. Dont bother asking, Travis. You cant give me what I want.
She wanted Pops to be alive.
She wanted to make her dream of opening Country Daze, a hands-on teaching farm for schoolchildren, a reality.
She wanted to be a wife and mother.
I want to go home.
Travis watched Lindy stalk away, disappearing behind the giant oak in the cemeterys center. At least six feet wide, the tree hid her completely, offering the perfect place for a good cry. And if anyone deserved to shed a few tears, it was Lindy.
Knowing an audience would only embarrass her, Travis stayed put, letting her grieve in private.
You cant give me what I want.
Nothing new there. Hed failed his wife in every way possible.
Much sooner than he expected, Lindy stepped back around the tree. Her face showed no signs of a crying jag, just pure determination. Blond curls, freed from their knot, bounced on her shoulders. Bare legs protruded from the black skirt still partially bunched up around her hips. After three steps, the lightweight material resettled at her knees. Black pumps dangled from her right hand. Dark stockings hung from her left.
What the devil is she up to?
As she walked toward him, the breeze stirred. A strand of hair brushed her cheek, clung to the corner of her mouth. The black silk stockings she carried fanned out, wrapping around her derriere.
He swallowed. Hard. The lump in his throat slid into his gut. An acidic trail of need burned through him.
Beside him, Warfield expelled a forced cough.
Travis cleared his throat, dried his palms on his thighs before jutting a hand into her path. Lindy, whatre you doing?
Without breaking her stride, she walked around his arm. I told you. Im going home.
He spun, watching her hips twitch as she stalked toward the road. Those sexy stockings billowed behind her, taunting him.
Warfield clucked like a little old lady.
What? Travis snapped.
Nothing. Chester shrugged, smiling. Travis hated that smile, like the old guy knew a secret. Those Lewises are the most stubborn creatures God ever put on this Earth. With a final cluck, Warfield turned and headed in the opposite direction Lindy had taken.
Damn, these people are all nuts. Shaking his head, Travis jogged after Lindy, catching up to her quickly. He grasped her arm just long enough to stop her momentum.
Lindy, wait. My cars this way. Pointing in the direction Warfield had gone, he indicated his silver BMW. Come on. Ill drive you home.
She ignored him and silently resumed her escape, stomping down the road that led to the main highway. Catching up to her again, he grabbed her arm, stopping her, but this time, he didnt drop his hold. Damn it, Lindy. Im the only one left to give you a ride home.
She stilled, her face angled over her shoulder, her blue eyes wide as saucers in her unexpectedly pale face. For a second, she looked more scared than angry. Then her eyes narrowed. I have no intention of taking a ride from you. Her voice quivered as she yanked her arm out of his grasp.
Then how do you plan on getting home?
Walk.
You cant walk home from here.
Sure I can. Its only two miles. Angry color refilled her cheeks as she once more turned her back on him.
He watched in amazement as she took off again, this time cutting across the grassy lawn. The rattle of a diesel engine sounded behind Travis. He stepped to the shoulder as Warfields truck rolled to a stop next to him.
Told you she was stubborn, boy. She decides shes gonna walk, you can bet your bottom dollar shell walk all the way. Leastways, shes sure not gonna take a ride from the enemy.