house with his booted feet propped on a rail as he watched a red pickup race up the road and onto the circular drive in front of the house. Aldridge Landscape Design was in red letters on the side, against a white circle background. Having known the driver as far back in his life as he could remember, he couldn’t imagine what could have made her so desperate to call him, let alone to drive the two hours southwest from Dallas to his ranch. Unless she had been in Downly, the nearest town and only thirty minutes away from him. For Meg the drive would be longer.
As the truck screeched to a stop, he winced and stood, walking to the top of the steps. He waited there till Megan Louise Aldridge popped out of the pickup and charged toward the porch.
“Good morning, Meg,” he said, addressing her the way he had since she had been in preschool and he had been in the first grade. He nodded toward the pickup. “When are you going to learn to drive?”
She didn’t laugh or even smile at his usual teasing, so whatever the problem was, it was big.
“Let’s go inside,” he said quietly, realizing something was really wrong. That alone was startling because Meg was usually cheerful. At least the Meg he remembered. He hadn’t seen much of her the past few years.
“Let’s sit in the library,” he directed as he motioned her into the house.
As she walked beside him, he caught a whiff of the familiar lilac perfume she had worn since middle school. He gave her a sidelong glance. She hadn’t changed much. Though she was taller now, her long pale brown hair was still held back from her forehead by a blue headband—the same style hairdo she’d worn since preschool. Her hair had always been either caught by a headband or braided in pigtails. And once again, she wore no makeup. Frank, honest, sweet—that was exactly how he’d describe the Meg he remembered. And exactly how she looked right now.
Though these days they kept in touch mainly through social media and through the grapevine, back in the day Meg had been a great friend—and in the earliest years, his best friend. As kids, she had been there for him during the bad times and he had been there for her. All that despite a family feud that had put a wedge between the Callahans and the Aldridges.
Sometime after his high school graduation, they’d begun to drift apart, seeing each other less, and to his relief, as far as he knew, neither one of them had had as many problems as they’d had growing up. At least not until now. Something was definitely wrong in her life to send her to his ranch looking as worried as she did.
He closed the double library doors, glancing around a room that had three walls covered with shelves of books that he loved. From the day he moved in, this room had been his sanctuary. Crossing the room, he placed his hands on her slender shoulders. “It’s been a long time since we’ve really talked, Meg. It’s good to see you again.”
“It’s good to see you, too,” she said, giving him a tight smile.
“I appreciated you coming to the memorial service for my brother and sister-in-law.”
“I was sorry about Nathan and Lydia.”
“Thanks. We’ve both lost brothers,” he stated. “That isn’t why you’re here. I get the feeling something’s wrong.” He searched her eyes. “What is it? Do you need something from me?”
She looked directly into his eyes, and her expression was firm yet unreadable. Then she nodded. “Yes, Gabe, I need something. I need us to get engaged.”
The laugh burst out of him like a popped balloon. “Nice one.” He wasn’t used to Meg being the jokester in the relationship, but he enjoyed a good laugh as much as anyone.
But Meg didn’t laugh, or even smile. She merely stared at him and then said bluntly, “I want to get engaged to you for about a month. I want you to propose marriage.”
So she wasn’t kidding?
Not knowing what to think, he wiped away his grin and looked down at the floor while he pulled himself together. Then, frowning, he met her gaze once again. He could only manage one word. “Why?”
“To get my family off my back.”
The explanation may have made perfect sense to her, but he felt as if he’d come in on the second act. He had no idea what she was talking about.
Before he could ask her to explain, she went on.
“Of course, it wouldn’t be for real or for long. Just long enough to get my family to back off, settle down and let me live my life.” Now her eyes went wide and he saw the emotion in them once again. She was deeply troubled. “They want me to marry and I don’t want to get married. But they don’t seem to care. Mom and Dad are pushing me even when they know I don’t want this.”
“But everyone in these parts knows we’ve never been in love or even dated. Why me?”
“Because you’re my friend. I know we’re not as close as we were, but in a lot of ways, Gabe, you’re still my best friend. Who else would I turn to?”
“Meg, you’re my best female friend—” He paused and studied her. “In fact, you may be my best friend except for my brothers, and I’ve told you secrets I haven’t told them.” What was he saying? Instead of strolling down memory lane with her, he needed to talk some sense into her. He took her by the hands and led her over to two chairs. “Let’s sit and talk.”
Clamping her lips together, she sat. Leaning back in his chair with one foot on his knee, he gazed at her. She looked about the same as she had the last time he had seen her, over a year ago. She had on a baggy gray sweatshirt, worn, faded jeans and scuffed, dusty boots. From what he’d heard through the grapevine, her landscape design business in Dallas was growing and successful.
It felt good to see her again, to talk to her again. They’d always discussed their problems, but he had to admit, this one was a doozy. “Talk to me, Meg. What’s the deal? You have a nice family.”
“Not about this,” she said, frowning, worry filling her big, thickly lashed dark brown eyes. Really pretty eyes. That thought surprised him because he had never been physically attracted to Meg. She wasn’t his type of woman.
“I need your help,” she said, leaning forward and taking his hands in her dainty ones that were as cold as ice.
“You’re freezing,” he said, covering her hands with his. “Calm down. I’ll help you. Any way I can.”
“I hope you mean that,” she said in a low, intense voice. “Because I really need you to ask me to marry you.”
He pulled his hands back, but she grasped them tighter. “It’s temporary, very temporary,” she said quickly. “I think one month should do it. And it wouldn’t be a real engagement, of course.” She leaned closer and her voice took on a more earnest tone. “I need your help, Gabe. Please,” she begged, as if he had threatened to toss her out of his house.
He did what he did best. He tried to lighten the mood. “Hey, remember, you’re talking to me—best friends since forever.”
“I’m serious, Gabe, and I’m desperate.”
“I believe you,” he said, getting more worried.
She took a deep breath and looked as if she faced a firing squad.
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