stopped. There was no sound of her son scurrying from tree to tree. Nothing but the chirping of birds.
She hurried out the door onto the small landing at the top of the stairs and called, “Eddie!”
Nothing.
She ran down the steps, calling him again. And again. No Eddie.
Travis stepped outside onto his deck, baby Marsha in his arms. “What’s wrong?”
“I think Eddie has run off again.”
“If you wait, I’ll take you in the pickup.” Travis kept an old truck for driving across his rolling pastures to feed his longhorns, especially in the winters.
“No, he was just outside playing. I think I can catch up with him. Then I’m grounding him until he’s thirty.”
Travis unclipped his cell phone from his waistband. “Take this in case you need to call.”
“Thanks. I keep forgetting mine.”
“You should always have a cell phone with you, Kate. Or a walkie-talkie. I’ll get some for us. Be careful.”
“It’s just a pasture.”
“I know.”
She rushed off, grateful she was wearing a comfortable pair of jeans, a turtleneck and sneakers, her “suburban mom” uniform. At the edge of the backyard she discovered Eddie’s empty juice box. Following the path two little feet had worked into the winter-dry grass wasn’t difficult. Eddie had obviously walked this way many times. Too many times, she silently corrected herself.
By the time she arrived at the wire fence separating Travis’s property from Luke Simon’s ranch, she was out of breath. “I’ve got to start exercising again,” she whispered as she placed her hands on her knees and breathed deeply. Keeping up with one six-year-old was difficult enough, but soon she’d be charged with handling about twenty energetic elementary students on a daily basis. If she got the job.
To her left she heard the faint sound of her son singing his favorite song. Relief swept through her, because although she didn’t doubt that he’d once again migrated to see the odd animals—and their equally mysterious owner—she was now sure he was safe.
She’d just glimpsed his red shirt when the roar of a powerful engine disturbed the nature sounds. Looking toward Luke Simon’s driveway, she saw a large silver crew-cab pickup move toward the run-down ranch house.
Curious, knowing she shouldn’t be, she jogged to the row of trees dividing the pasture and the driveway.
“Luke!” a female voice called from the truck as the engine died. “Where are you?”
A door banged shut. A few seconds later, Luke appeared, dressed in tight, faded jeans and a white T-shirt. His long hair was disheveled and his feet bare.
Kate sucked in a breath. He looked like a movie star. A Greek god. Stop staring at him, she told herself. Concentrate on your son.
Eddie was crouched behind a large oak, also watching the group that had arrived in the noisy pickup, and seemingly unaware that his mother had followed him.
“What the hell are you guys doing here?”
Luke’s clearly disbelieving tone carried through the trees. Just then, a big-busted blonde bounced from the truck, giggling as she jogged toward him. It’s a wonder she doesn’t seriously hurt herself, Kate thought, glancing down at her own modest B-cups.
“Luke! We missed you so much that we had to visit.”
“I can’t believe you moved to the middle of nowhere!” an equally well-endowed redhead squealed, also running over to him. Both women hugged him, one on each side, until Kate thought he might be crushed by silicone. Or whatever doctors were implanting now.
It was Baywatch on the Prairie.
“You don’t like my ranch?” Luke asked.
“It’s so…rural!” the blonde exclaimed.
A California-style cowboy eased around the front of the truck and grinned. Dressed in new jeans and a flashy snap-front shirt, he “wasn’t from around here,” as they said in town. “I couldn’t keep them away,” he said.
“I just hadn’t expected to see you guys in Texas.”
“We’re working on a movie just outside of Austin. We’ve got today and tomorrow off while they add new sets, so here we are,” the man said.
“I’m not exactly set up for guests,” Luke replied.
The blonde hugged him so tight she nearly knocked him off balance. Kate almost snorted at the ridiculous display. But then, Luke was probably used to that kind of attention from that type of woman.
“That’s okay, honey. We can sleep anywhere.”
The redhead giggled. The California cowboy laughed and slapped Luke on the back, and then headed toward the house.
Eddie chose that moment to dart from his hiding place, across the driveway toward the small pasture where the two zebras, their long fuzzy ears twitching, sized up the newcomers.
Luke and the others turned at the sound of Eddie’s tennis shoes crunching the gravel. Kate cringed, knowing she’d have to reveal herself, hoping they didn’t assume she’d been lurking in the bushes, watching the tawdry scene. Which of course was exactly what she’d been doing.
She made a lot of noise rustling bushes, then called out, “Eddie! You come back here right now!”
All eyes were on her as she stumbled out of the tree line, got her balance and dashed across the drive. She hated doing this. Making a scene in front of Luke Simon’s guests. His gorgeous, movie-people guests.
“Sorry for the interruption,” Kate said, breathless. “I’ll just get Eddie and we’ll be gone.”
“Well, aren’t you cute?” The blonde peeled herself off Luke and turned to Eddie, perhaps fifteen feet away near the fence, frozen because he knew he’d been discovered. The little scamp.
Kate rushed over, putting her arm around him before the blonde could crush him to her unnaturally large chest. No telling what trauma would be revealed when he was an adult!
The group followed the blonde until they were all standing there, staring at Kate and Eddie as though they were oddities.
“These animals can be dangerous,” Luke said to Eddie in a surprisingly patient and focused voice. “I told you before that you can’t come over here by yourself.”
“He’s not by himself,” Kate said. “I’m with him now, and I’m taking him home, and he’s not going to bother you again, are you, Eddie?”
“No, ma’am.”
“Oh, isn’t that cute?” the blonde gushed again, reaching for Eddie. “He’s so polite.”
Kate pulled him behind her. “Excuse
