be a clothing line with her name on it. The idea that she could be a fashion designer with her own label had been born when she’d been the bored, neglected wife of a wealthy man.
Cassie had nurtured the idea because it worked with the idea of her store and her identity as a creative artist who surrounded herself with other creative people. The problem was since her divorce Nicolette hadn’t managed to figure out exactly what she wanted to do and where exactly she belonged.
After lunch Cassie disappeared into her bedroom and Nicolette sat on the back porch to watch for Sammy. A faint breeze blew the scent of grass and hay that was both novel and pleasant. In the distance she could see cows in the pasture, and she heard the rustle of leaves in the trees.
For a few minutes she felt completely at peace. Her thoughts didn’t linger on the painful past, or jump ahead to worry about the future. She was just in the moment, enjoying the lack of traffic noise and the press of people at a stoplight, the feeling that you were always one step behind everyone else in the world.
She sat up straighter upon seeing Sammy in the distance, Lucas by his side. She watched as the two of them headed in her direction and she tried not to admire the confidence and easy roll of Lucas’s hips with each step.
She couldn’t help but notice that Sammy appeared taller, more grown up, as he tried to match Lucas stride for stride.
They got halfway to the house and then Lucas stopped and raised a hand to her. Sammy broke into a run and Nicolette felt a faint disappointment as she realized Lucas didn’t intend to escort him all the way home.
And why should he? she chided herself. He probably had afternoon chores to get done and he’d already gone out of his way to allow Sammy to eat with them.
Sammy’s face was lit with a smile that flew happiness through her. “It was great, Mom,” he exclaimed as he plopped down next to her on the stoop. “I met all of the cowboys. There’s Dusty and Mac, and Tony and Brody and Clay...”
“Whoa.” Nicolette laughed. “I won’t be able to remember all those names. What did you have to eat?”
“A big bowl of beef stew and corn bread. It was awesome. And they all said I could be the mascot of the ranch and eat lunch there every day if you let me, and Lucas said he’d start teaching me about being a cowboy. You’ll let me, right, Mom?”
Oh, those blue eyes of his held such wonder and excitement, things she hadn’t seen in him for a very long time. “I think we can work it out that you can have lunch there occasionally as long as the men don’t mind. As far as Lucas teaching you to be a cowboy, we’ll have to make sure he has time for that.”
“He already told me he’d do it in the evenings after all his chores are done for the day,” Sammy replied. “Maybe when we go to town we could get me a cowboy hat.”
“We’ll see,” Nicolette replied.
Sammy jumped to his feet. “I’m going to find Cassie. I got to tell her all about her cowboys.” Before Nicolette could reply, Sammy disappeared through the screen door and into the house.
Hours later Nicolette once again found herself sitting on the porch step, gazing upward at the thousands of stars that glittered like diamonds in the sky.
Sammy was in bed asleep, Cassie had retired to her room, but Nicolette had been too restless to settle in for the night. She was pleased with her decision to sit out here, the starlit sky an unexpected surprise.
In New York their apartment windows looked out on other apartment windows. Even standing outside, the bright lights of the city obscured the glimpse of most of the stars.
“Bored to tears?”
The deep voice so close to her made her jump. She turned to see Lucas standing nearby, his features hidden in night shadows. “You scared me half to death,” she replied.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” He stepped up on the porch and then took his hat off and sat down next to her. Instantly she was surrounded by his slightly wild, wonderful scent. “And no, I’m not bored. I was just enjoying the beauty of the night skies.”
He tilted his head and looked up, then gazed back at her. “It is pretty, isn’t it?”
She nodded. “And as alien to me as the cows in the pasture. We don’t get many stargazing nights in New York City. I hope Sammy wasn’t too big of a pain today.”
He smiled, his teeth flashing white in the semidarkness of the porch. “The men all easily took to him. He seems to be a good kid.”
“He is, but you don’t have to teach him how to be a cowboy. I’m sure you have other, more important things to do in your spare time.” She could feel a faint heat wafting from him, a heat that flowed through her veins and curled into a pool inside her stomach.
“Don’t have a wife, don’t have a girlfriend, I’ve got plenty of time on my hands and I can’t think of any way I’d rather spend it right now than with a kid eager to learn.” He hesitated a moment and then continued, “What about you? You have a boyfriend anxiously awaiting your return to the big city?”
She laughed and shook her head. “In the last two years I’ve only had two priorities in my life, Sammy and the store I co-own with Cassie, and they don’t leave any time for dating. Besides, I’m not looking for a romance right now. Since my divorce two years ago I’m just trying to figure out my life.”
She was far too conscious of his nearness, of the scent of him, the heat of him and the allure of his beautiful eyes. Once again she looked up at the stars as they both fell silent.
There were so many things she wanted to ask him, such as how he’d come to work for Cass Holiday and where he had come from. Did he have a close family who lived in the area? And yet she knew Cassie was right—she’d be a fool to get close to anyone here.
“I guess you haven’t had a chance to get into Bitterroot yet,” he said, finally breaking the silence that had become more uncomfortable by the second.
“Actually we need to go there tomorrow to return the rental car. We were going to ask one of you to follow us so that we’d have a ride home.”
“I’d be glad to do it,” he replied instantly. “I’ve got a king cab pickup so there would be plenty of room for everyone. Maybe you all would like to go a little early, have some lunch at the Bitterroot Café and take some time to soak up some of the local color.”
“That sounds like a good idea. I’ll talk to Cassie in the morning and see if we can make plans to go around eleven or so. Sammy wants a cowboy hat, so before lunch we could get that. We could arrange for a time for you to come back and pick us up so that you aren’t cooling your heels while we do a little exploring of the town.” She was babbling and she knew it, but seemed unable to help herself.
He stood and held out a hand to help her up from the porch stoop. “Why don’t we plan on eleven.”
She hesitated only a moment and then held out her hand to grasp his. Warm and big and slightly calloused, his hand engulfed hers. She stood, half-breathless by the simple contact.
“Okay, then I guess I’ll see you in the morning around eleven,” she replied.
Only then did he release
