You seem pretty good at this, she responded, glancing up. You sure youre not a real criminal?
Im a businessman. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he realized they made him sound like a character from The Godfather. A legitimate one, he added. But that wasnt much better. I dont have so much as a parking ticket, he finished, hoping he hadnt scared her off.
What kind of- But then she determinedly shook her head. Nope. I dont want to know what you do.
The wind had picked up, lifting the loose strands of her hair. He resisted an urge to reach out and smooth them back. Can we at least trade first names?
She hesitated, a look of consternation crossing her face. Then, just as quickly, she grinned. Call me Doll-Face.
He paused as they reached the curb, half turning to offer a handshake. Call me Lucky.
She glanced at his hand briefly, then reached out to wrap her delicate fingers over his rough skin. Hello, Lucky. Her sweet voice seemed to touch a place deep inside him and settled there.
He let their handshake lengthen, having absolutely no desire to let her go.
Abigail Jacobs didnt usually flirt. She rarely had the inclination and, lately, she certainly hadnt had the time. But tonight was different. Her life was about to take a dramatic U-turn, and she didnt want to face the change just yet. Joking with Lucky was keeping the future at bay.
After tonight, shed no longer be Abigail Jacobs, sister and campaign manager to mayoral candidate Seth Jacobs. She wouldnt be running the campaign office, picking up the phone to call business owners and reporters. She wouldnt polish speeches, organize events, manage budgets and head off crises. Tomorrow morning shed pack away her dressy clothes, turn in her office keys, give up the leased Audi and leave Lyndon City in a dusty, ranch pickup truck.
Growing up, shed loved her ranch life, the freedom, the fresh air and open spaces. But somewhere along the way, the city had sunk its hooks in her, making her wish for things she couldnt have. With her sister Mandy recently engaged to their former neighbor Caleb Terrell, and similarly, her other sister Katrina engaged to Calebs brother, Reed, her father and mother in Houston working on his stroke recovery and her brother Seth now the mayor of Lyndon, she couldnt abandon her other brother, Travis, to manage the ranch alone.
Like it or not, the ball was ending, and tomorrow morning Cinderella was going back to the dust and manure of the real world.
Hungry? asked Lucky beside her, his coffee-colored eyes warm in the glow of the streetlights.
Sure. It had been quite a while since Abigail had eaten. In a rush this morning, shed skipped breakfast, and shed been too nervous to eat all day. When the polls finally closed at dinnertime, the entire team had waited with bated breath for the vote count.
Of course, thered been food at tonights victory party, but there shed been too busy fielding congratulations and questions about her future plans to eat anything. Shed told everyone she was looking forward to going home to the family ranch. After about the hundredth lie, shed made her escape to the hotel sports bar.
Steak? Lucky asked with a nod toward the glowing red sign for Calberts.
She shook her head. Too many people Ill know in there.
Thai? he suggested, zeroing in on a smaller, lower-key restaurant a few doors down.
How about a burger from the drive-through?
Berts Burgers, half a block down in the other direction, catered mostly to a teenage crowd. Much as theyd tried to get out the youth vote, Abigail doubted anyone under the age of twenty-one would recognize her.
We dont have a car, Lucky pointed out.
We can walk to the drive-through and take the burgers down to the lake.
He arched a skeptical brow. You sure?
She nodded.
There were some picnic tables on the lawn by the beach. The election party fireworks finale was planned for later on the waterfront. But it would take place on the wharf at the opposite end of the bay. This time of night, their only company in the picnic area would be the mallard ducks that slept in the marsh.
Not much of a date, he noted as they took advantage of a break in traffic to cross in the middle of the block.
She couldnt help smiling at that. This is a date?
Not in my book.
So why are you worrying about the aesthetics?
They stepped up on the sidewalk on the other side of the street.
Because youre wearing a two-thousand-dollar dress, and Im buying you a burger and fries.
Who says youre buying?
Im from Texas.
She smacked her hands dramatically over her ears, signaling her unwillingness to learn where he was from. La, la, la, la-
He playfully pulled one of them away. You can already tell that by my accent.
Just because you grew up in Texas doesnt mean you live there now.
I do.
Quit breaking the rules, she warned him.
There are rules?
Yes, there are rules. We agreed.
Well, the rule in Texas is that a gentleman always buys a ladys dinner.
This is Colorado.
They came to a halt beside the drive-through window, and he peered up at the lighted menu board. And this isnt exactly dinner.
A teenage girl in a navy-blue-and-white uniform, her hair pulled back in a ponytail revealing purple beaded earrings, slid the window open. Whatll you have?
A mountain burger, Abigail decided. No onions, extra tomato and a chocolate shake.
Same for me, said Lucky, extracting his wallet. But Ill take some fries with that.
Abigail decided not to press the issue of payment. What point would she be making? That she was an independent woman? That this wasnt a date? Date or not, she doubted a five-dollar dinner would make any man feel entitled to so much as a good-night kiss.
Not that shed necessarily mind kissing Lucky. She found herself stealing a glance at his profile while he handed the girl a twenty. He was an incredibly attractive man. As tall as her brothers, easily over six feet. He had gorgeous brown eyes, thick, dark hair, full lips, a straight nose, with a square chin that was slightly beard shadowed. He wasnt cowboy. Shed call it urbane. With an edge. She liked that.
Cherry turnover? he asked, turning to catch her staring.
She quickly blinked away her curiosity. No, thanks.
Were good, he said to the girl.
The cashier rang their purchase through the register, handing him the change, while another employee appeared with a white paper bag of food and a cardboard tray holding two milk shakes and paper-covered straws.
Lucky took the bag in one hand, the milk shakes in the other. Lead on.
You want some help?
Ive got it.
Texans dont let women carry things?
No, maam.
Abigail couldnt help wondering what hed think of her hauling hay bales and lumber, and hefting saddles back at the ranch. Then she compressed her lips, determinedly banishing the image. That would be her life tomorrow. For tonight, she was going to be a girlie girl, with makeup, jewelry, horribly impractical shoes and a Texas man who insisted on buying her dinner.
This way, she told him with determined cheer.
They headed for the lighted, bark-mulch path that led from the side of the parking lot down to the beach and picnic area. They made their way beneath the glow of overhead lights and the rustle of aspens and sugar maple trees. Her narrow, three-inch heels sank into the loose bark mulch of the pathway. After stumbling a few times, she moved to one side, stopped and slipped off the shoes to stand barefoot on the lush lawn.
Lucky halted to check on her. You okay there?
Im fine. She picked up the sandals, dangling them from the straps, the grass cool and soft against her soles.
Is it safe to walk barefoot?
The parks well maintained.
He frowned in obvious concern. I could give you a lift.
Is that how they do it in Texas? Haul their women around over their shoulders?
When necessary.
Its not necessary. Ive been running barefoot through this park since I was two years old.
You sure?
Im sure. She began walking, passing him. But thank you, she added belatedly, turning to pace backward so she could watch him.
He had a long, easy stride. His shirt collar was open. She could see the fabric was wrinkled, but his blazer was well cut, delineating broad, and what she guessed were well-muscled, shoulders. She wondered if he also had a six-pack.
You grew up in Lyndon? he asked.
I did.
Technically her familys ranch was two hours west of Lyndon. But she wasnt going to fret over the details. Tonight she was a city girl through and through.
Brothers and sisters? he asked.
Both. You? She didnt think the question would take them too far down the road to revealing their identities. Mainly, she didnt want him to know she was the mayors sister, and she didnt want him to know she was really a ranch hand.
He shook his head. Nope.
You were an only child?
Thats right. Watch where youre going.
She turned her head to discover they were only a few feet from the first picnic table. The grass was about to give way to sand.
Perfect, she pronounced, dropping her sandals to the ground and stepping up on the wooden bench seat, intending to perch on the tabletop facing the lake.
Hold up there. Lucky swiftly set down the burgers. Stripping off his blazer, he laid it down like a blanket for her to sit on. The simple gesture made her chest tighten.
Gotta love Texans, she joked, taking in the breadth of his chest beneath the thin, white cotton shirt. The fabric was tight over his biceps, and she was more willing than ever to lay a bet on him having six-pack abs.
Cant have you ruining your dress, he said.
So were going to ruin your jacket instead? But she sat down on the warm satin lining.
He shrugged, plunking down beside her, placing the burgers and shakes between them.
A couple of fat mallards splashed and waddled their way out of the water, crossing the pebbles and sand to investigate their presence, obviously on the lookout for bread crumbs.
Lucky handed her a foil-wrapped burger. The jacket will clean.
So would the dress.
He simply shrugged again.
The wrapper crackled as she peeled it halfway down the thick burger. Then Lucky was handing her a shake with a plastic straw already sticking through the lid.
She transferred the burger to the opposite hand as she accepted the drink, taking a sip of the icy, smooth treat.