aliens back in the 1960s.
After a quick hello to everyone in the kitchen, Flint herded all but Darby toward the saloon. As Darby came over to rinse out his bowl and spoon and put them in the dishwasher, Billie Dee took the moment to ask, “I need to run a couple of errands. I’ll leave the gumbo simmering if you wouldn’t mind checking it. I won’t be long.”
“Take as long as you need,” he said, putting an arm around her shoulders. “The gumbo will give me an excuse to cut this family meeting short.” He gave her a wink and headed for the front of the building and the saloon.
Billie Dee watched him go, her eyes misting over. It often surprised her how much she’d become attached to this family—even as hard as she’d tried not to.
Since last night, she hadn’t been able to shake the uneasy feeling after seeing the man across the street. She knew that must have been what Henry had picked up on. She’d been trying to forget about it all morning—obviously without much luck.
Grabbing her purse, she went out the back door to her old car. But she didn’t start it right away. Instead, she checked her messages. Her heart leaped to her throat. Just as she’d feared, there was the cryptic text that she’d prayed to never see again.
With trembling fingers, she punched in the number. The phone went straight to voice mail. No surprise there. She left a succinct message. “It’s Billie Dee.”
Pocketing her phone, she started the engine, grimacing at how loud it was. It was a miracle that the car was still going. It now used more oil than gas, but she was determined to ride it out until the thing finally gave up the ghost. The Cahill men were just as determined to either help her get a new car or at least see that she put in a new engine.
She thought of the text she’d received. She wouldn’t be needing a new car. Tears burned her eyes. She wiped at them angrily. She shouldn’t have gotten so attached to this place, to this family, to being happy here, she told herself as she drove down the road. She hadn’t gone far when her cell phone rang. Glancing at the number, she pulled over in a wide spot, hit Accept and said, “Tell me Gary Barnes is still behind bars.”
* * *
HENRY LARSON WAS saddling up his horse when his son found him in the barn.
Tom was the spitting image of his father at thirty. Dark-haired with expressive blue eyes, he had his share of women coming around. Henry often wondered if any of his children would marry. It made him worry that he and Laurie hadn’t done a very good job if their children didn’t want someone to share their life with as they had done.
Tom was all cowboy and often said he wasn’t ready to be lassoed, let alone hog-tied. “Where you riding to?” his son asked.
“Just up into the mountains. Thought I’d take advantage of the nice weather.” Henry loved the smell of the fallen aspen leaves mixed with that of the pines. True, he liked to take advantage of a nice day this time of year to ride. But he didn’t think he was fooling his son. He had a lot on his mind.
“Heard you were down at the Stagecoach again this morning,” Tom said.
He didn’t know how his son had found out about his visits to Billie Dee. Nor could he explain why sitting in her warm kitchen had become so central to his well-being. But it wasn’t something he wanted to talk about yet with his sons or his daughter. It was why he hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. He didn’t want to spoil it by having to put a name to his feelings when it came to Billie Dee.
The Texas cook was nothing like his deceased wife. Maybe that was the attraction. Laurie had been tiny, soft-spoken, timid and, if he was truthful, needy. She’d leaned on him from the very first and had died in his arms.
But that was five years ago. He’d mourned her loss and still did. Although he couldn’t say he missed her. They’d grown apart before the end, having little in common except for their children. Had his sons and daughter seen that? Was that why none of them had had serious relationships?
Laurie had never cared about ranching or horses or the outdoors, all things that were his life. She took care of the house, made sure everyone got fed and had her friends she lunched with each week. Their lives together had been...structured, comfortable, uneventful. He knew men who would have loved a life like that.
Maybe that was what had drawn him to Billie Dee. In her, he sensed...chaos, surprises, adventure. He smiled at that now as he swung up onto his horse and headed for the mountains behind the ranch house. It sounded crazy, but the first time he’d met Billie Dee, he felt as if his life had been on a set course that had thrown the two of them together at this age. He thought of it as a second chance at happiness.
And yet he hadn’t taken that chance yet. He knew what was holding him back. He reminded himself that he used to be fearless. He still was, he assured himself. He was still a virile man and still up for that second chance with a woman who made him smile.
As he rode out into the beautiful fall day, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He was going to have to tell her. But he worried that it could go badly. The thought of not getting to see her most mornings... So much for being fearless.
* * *
STATIC ON THE phone connection. Billie Dee was about to repeat herself when he finally spoke.
“I thought maybe we could start with hello, how are you,” the man on the other end of the line said. He’d gone on the defense, making her stomach knot. She’d been here before, so she knew the drill.
“You didn’t answer my question. You contacted me. I’m betting it wasn’t to make small talk. Tell me about Barnes. What’s going on?”
US marshal Alex Jordan sighed. “Barnes pulled some legal magic. He won his appeal.”
Her heart pounded so loud in her ears that she could barely hear herself think. “He’s out?”
“One of the arresting officers screwed up. He got off on a technicality.”
“When did he get out?”
“I don’t think you have anything to worry about, but—”
“When did he get out?” Her voice had risen dangerously high. She was trying to hold it together, but he was making it hard.
“Today.”
“Today? And you are just now telling me about this?”
“We had a tail on him, but—”
“But he got away.” She groaned.
“You should come in,” Alex said.
Billie Dee could barely breathe. Her thoughts were spiraling. “Not happening.”
“The only way we can protect you is if you come in.”
“There was a man watching my house last night.” She blurted it out.
“Did you get a look at him?”
“No.”
“Well, it certainly wasn’t Barnes. He only got out today and you’re far enough away that he shouldn’t be able to get to you very fast—if he even comes
