some new ideas. She said he pushed her into a hay stall and fell on her.”
He burst out laughing, and she found that she could laugh, too—a far cry from her first reaction when Melly had confessed it.
“That sounds like Jerry,” he said after a minute. His eyes searched hers. “It’s what I’d have done, once.”
The smile faded, and she felt a deep sadness for what might have been if she hadn’t been so crazy to go to New York and break into modeling.
“In a hay stall?” she teased halfheartedly.
“Anywhere. As long as it was with you, and I could feel you...all of you...under my body.”
She turned away from the hunger in his eyes with a tiny little sound, and he hit the steering wheel with his hand and stared blindly out the windshield, cursing under his breath.
“I’m sorry,” he ground out. “That was a damned stupid thing to say...!”
“Don’t handle me with kid gloves,” she said, looking back at him. “Melly was right, and so were you. I can’t run away from the memory of the attack, and I can’t run away from life. I’m going to have to learn to deal with...relationships, physical relationships.” Her eyes met his bravely. “Help me.”
“I’ve already told you that I will.”
She studied the worn mat on the floorboard. “And don’t get angry when I react...predictably.”
“Like just now?” he asked, and managed a smile.
She nodded, smiling back. “Like just now.” Her eyes searched his, looking for reassurance. “It frightens me, still, the...the weight of a man’s body,” she whispered shakily, and only realized much later that she’d confessed that to no one else.
“In that case,” he said gently, “I’ll have to let you push me down in the hay, won’t I?”
Tears misted in her eyes. “Oh, Cade...”
“Will you get out of my truck?” he asked pleasantly, preventing her, probably intentionally, from showing any gratitude. “I think I did mention about a half hour ago that I was in a flaming hurry.”
“Some hurry,” she scoffed. “If you were really in a hurry,” she added, nodding toward the snow, “you’d walk.”
“That’s an idea. But I left my snowshoes in the attic. Out! Go let Melly show you how to work the computer. You do realize that somebody’s going to have to do her job while she’s on her honeymoon?”
“Me? But, Cade, I don’t know anything about computers....”
“What a great time for you to learn,” he advised. He searched her flushed face, seeing a new purpose in it, a slackening of the fear, and he nodded. “Don’t rush off to New York after the wedding. Stay with me.”
“I’d like to stay with you,” she said in a soft, gentle tone as she looked into his dark eyes.
He held her gaze for a long, warm moment before he averted his eyes to the gearshift. “Now I’m going,” he said firmly. “Either you skedaddle or you come with me.”
“I’d like to come with you,” she said with a sigh, “but I’d just get in the way, wouldn’t I?”
“Sure,” he said with a flash of white teeth. Then his eyes narrowed. “Do you want to come, really? Because I’m going to let you, and to hell with getting in the way, if you say yes.”
She took a deep, slow breath, and shrugged. “Better not, I suppose,” she said regretfully. “Melly’s wedding dress...I have to get started.”
“Okay. How about fabric?”
“Calla bought it for me. It’s just a matter of deciding what to use,” she told him. “Don’t get sick, okay?”
He lifted an eyebrow. “Why? Afraid you’d have to nurse me?”
“I’d stay up all night for weeks if you needed me. Don’t be silly,” she chided, reaching for the door handle.
“Tell Calla not to keep supper, honey, it’s going to be another long night.”
She nodded as she held the door ajar. “Want me to bring your supper down to you?”
He smiled. “On your snowshoes? Better not, it’s damned cold out here. I’ll have a bite later. See you.”
“See you.”
She closed the door and watched him drive away with wistful eyes. She already regretted not going with him, but she didn’t wait around to wonder why.
That night, she and Melly chose the fabric from the yards and yards of it that Calla had tucked away in the cedar chest.
“Isn’t it strange that I’m getting married first?” Melly asked as they studied the pattern. “I always thought it would be you.”
“Me and who?” Abby laughed.
“Cade, of course.”
Abby caught her breath. “He never felt that way.”
“Oh, you poor blind thing,” Melly said softly. “He used to watch you like a man watching a rainbow. Sometimes his hands would tremble when he was helping you onto a horse or opening a door for you, and you never even noticed, did you?”
Abby’s pale brown eyes widened helplessly. “Cade?”
“Cade.” Melly sat back in her chair and sighed. “He was head over heels about you when you left here. He roared around for two weeks after you were gone, making the men nervous, driving the rest of us up walls. He’d sit by the fire at night and just stare straight ahead. I’ve never seen a man grieve like that over a woman. And you didn’t even know.”
Abby’s eyes closed in pain. If she’d known that, career or no career, she would have come running back to Montana on her bare feet if she’d had to. “I didn’t have any idea. If I’d known that, I never would have left here. Never!” she burst out.
Melly caught her breath at the passion that flared up in her sister’s eyes. “You loved him?”
“Deathlessly.” Her eyes closed, then opened again, misty with tears. “I’ll die loving him.”
“Abby!”
She took a steadying breath and slumped. “Four years. Four long years, and a nightmare at the end of it. And if I’d stayed here... Why didn’t he tell me?”
“I suppose he thought he was doing the best thing for you,” Melly said gently. “You were so excited about a career in modeling.”
“I thought at the time that it would be better to moon over Cade at a distance instead of going to seed while I waited in vain for him to notice me again,” Abby said miserably.
“Again?”
Darn
