She nodded, but it was the smile on her lips that fascinated Rich.
“What’s funny?”
“Nothing.”
“So Brad is the reason you decided to leave town?”
She nodded again.
“But your friends—”
“I’d only been there since the last of February, Rich. It’s no big deal.”
“But what if you can’t find a job in Rawhide?”
She smiled again. “Don’t panic. I take care of myself. If I can’t find a job, I’ll move on.”
Once, when he’d been irritated with his parents, and even his twin, Russ, he’d wished he didn’t have a family, that he could be all alone. In his juvenile imagination, he’d thought that would be a good thing. Now, he ached for the woman across from him. No family. No friends. Totally alone, no one to rely on.
“That’s a tough life.”
She shook her head, still calm. “It was worse when my father was alive.”
“Worse? How?”
She sighed, then nodded at his plate. “You’d better eat your cheeseburger before it gets cold. Besides, I think you’re going to need another pill tonight.”
“No, I don’t. Two in one day is enough.”
“I’m not sure.”
He realized she’d distracted him from her strange answer. He couldn’t imagine life without his father and mother, his brothers, his huge family. They all lived on the ranch outside Rawhide. Well, actually, some of his cousins were down in Laramie attending college. But there were still a lot of Randalls around.
“When did your dad die?” he asked, after taking a bite.
“When I was sixteen.”
“So…last year?”
“You think flattery will get you whatever you want, don’t you?”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“I guess not,” she agreed, but she didn’t say anything else.
“Okay, I’ll be more direct. How old are you?”
“None of your business.” She said the words pleasantly, but Rich could hear the steel in them.
“Why are you so secretive?” he demanded.
“Because you’re not a friend. I hardly know you. It doesn’t pay to tell your business to strangers. I’m driving you to Wyoming. That’s it. I’ll be on my way tomorrow after I get you home.”
He didn’t like the thought of that. She was too pretty and young to wander around without any protection. But she was right about him getting tired. He decided to talk to her about the dangers of her lifestyle tomorrow in the truck. They’d have plenty of time.
The waitress arrived with his pie. He ate it slowly, finding himself filled up on the cheeseburger. But he had to finish it after making a big deal about it to Sam.
As he took the last bite, the waitress returned with their bill. He was surprised but relieved when Sam didn’t reach for the ticket. At last, she was accepting his providing for her. Next, she’d agree to take a room.
Looking at the total, he called the waitress back. “You forgot to put her salad on the bill.”
“No, sir. She paid before you got here.”
He glared at Sam. “You did what?”
“Let’s not argue in front of everyone, Rich.” She slid from the booth, thanking the waitress again. Rich noted she’d left some money for a tip.
He handed the waitress a twenty and told her to keep the change. He knew they didn’t do much business.
Then he hurried after Sam, catching her arm to stop her outside. “Why did you pay for your food yourself?”
“I told you I take care of myself. I handled it like that because I knew you’d make a fuss.”
“Woman, you’re trying my temper!”
“I’m tired, Rich. Just go to bed.”
“Come on, then. They’ve got enough rooms. I’ll get you one.”
“No. I need to save my money. I’ll sleep in the truck.” She pulled her arm out of his clutches and headed for the truck.
He stared after her, unable to believe she could be so hardheaded. Then she stopped and turned around, coming back to him.
“I forgot.” She pulled the pills out of her pocket and took one out. “Here’s a pill, in case your foot starts hurting. What time do you want to leave in the morning?”
“I suppose eight o’clock. We’re about eight or nine hours away. Unless you’re too tired to get up that early.”
“That will be fine.” Then she walked away.
Rich stared after her, frustrated. He didn’t have a sister, but he had girl cousins. And he wouldn’t let any of them sleep in the truck when there were empty rooms available. But he had no choice. He could rent every room available and it wouldn’t matter. Sam was going to sleep in the truck.
What was he going to do with her?
That was something else he’d worry about tomorrow.
Once in his room, he undressed and stretched out on the bed. His foot was throbbing. After a moment’s debate, he decided to take the pill Sam had given him. He’d cut back tomorrow.
After swallowing the pill, he reached for the phone and dialed home, wanting to give his parents warning of his imminent arrival.
His mother answered. “Rich! How are you?”
“Fine, Mom. I’m fine.”
“Don’t lie to me, young man. Gabe called us.”
“Ah. Well, I had an accident. I broke my ankle, but it will be good as new in six weeks.”
“Oh, dear. Is it painful?”
“It’s not bad.”
“Where are you?”
“I’m on the Utah-Wyoming border. I’ll be home tomorrow.”
“You’re not driving, are you? Gabe said your fiancée was with you. Have you got something to tell us?”
Rich rubbed his forehead. He was feeling very groggy. “Uh, no. Just Sam.”
“What?”
