with him.
As he swung himself onto the back of the paint, she said, “I suppose that’s a technique you use to help everyone into the saddle.”
He laughed under his breath, and Christina realized she’d never heard a more sexy sound.
“Well, just the women. None of the men around here need help getting into the saddle.”
Women. No doubt he had girlfriends in the plural, she thought. He had that rakish, devil-may-care attitude that drew women like bears to a beehive. She ought to know. Mike had been a charmer deluxe, the smoothest-talking man she’d ever run across. Still, that shouldn’t have been any excuse for her to go on believing his gaff for four long years. Once she’d finally smartened up and left, she’d vowed to never believe anything a smooth-talking man said without some sort of action to back it up.
Lex nudged his horse forward, and Christina quickly drew the mare abreast of Leo. As they moved away from the barn, he pointed in a westerly direction.
“The river is that way, and that’s where my sisters love to ride,” he said. “But the trail is rough. We’ll go north today and travel the road that leads to the vet’s house. Maybe later, after I see how well you can ride, we’ll go to the river one day.”
Christina had only suggested getting out this morning because she’d believed it would be a way of getting Lex to relax and talk more freely about his father. She’d not been thinking about future days or spending any more casual time with this man. But now that they were riding along, their stirrups brushing, the wind at their back and a crooked, contagious grin on Lex’s face, she could very easily imagine doing all this again. It was a dangerous thought…especially since it seemed so tempting.
“I promise not to hurt Hannah or myself,” she assured him.
Forty minutes later, they reached a small stream with a low wooden bridge. On the other side of the little creek was a small house shaded by oaks, a barn and a network of cattle pens. Before they crossed the bridge, Lex suggested they stop for a break. After dismounting, he tethered their horses to a nearby willow tree and pulled the thermos of coffee and plastic-wrapped cookies from his saddle bags.
“Is that the vet’s house?” Christina asked as they took seats on the side of the bridge.
“Yeah, Jubal and his family live there. He’s our resident veterinarian. I don’t think any of them are home at the moment, but I’m sure you’ll get a chance to meet them all later. Angie has a teaching degree, but for now she’s staying home to take care of their daughter, Melanie, and baby son, Daniel.”
Another real family, Christina thought wistfully. The Sandbur seemed to be full of them, reminding her just how unsuccessful she’d been in finding a man to love her and give her children.
“Sounds like a nice family.”
“They are,” he agreed, then handed her the bag of cookies. “Here. I’d better warn you that you can’t eat only one. They’re too good.”
After a breakfast of eggs and biscuits, she wasn’t the least bit hungry, but after one bite of pecans and chocolate chips, she couldn’t resist eating a whole cookie and wistfully eyeing those that remained.
He took a short drink from the thermos cup, then passed it to her. For some reason, drinking after the man felt very intimate. As Christina sipped the hot liquid, she felt her cheeks grow unaccustomedly warm.
“So your father was a rancher, too,” she commented after a few moments of easy silence had passed.
He picked up a tiny piece of gravel and tossed it into the shallow water. “For most of his early life—before he went to work in the oil business. And even after that, he helped here on the ranch as much as time allowed. Even to this day, I don’t know half as much about cattle as he did. He was a very intelligent man.”
There was love and pride in his voice, and Christina wondered how it would feel, to know her father had lived an admirable life. She was very proud that Delbert Logan was now staying sober, holding down a good job and taking care of himself, instead of expecting someone to take care of him. Still, she couldn’t help but envy the relationship Lex had clearly had with his father.
“That’s what I keep hearing.” She smiled at him. “It’s obvious that you were very close to him. Did he spend much time with all his children?”
“As much as possible. My sisters were very close to our father, too. But whenever he was home on the ranch, he and I were practically inseparable.”
“So you were living here on the ranch at the time of his death?”
He nodded grimly. “I hadn’t been out of college long and had moved back home from Texas A&M. God, I’m just thankful he got to see me graduate.”
No doubt, Paul Saddler would be proud of his son if he could see him now, Christina thought. Lex appeared to be a man who loved his family deeply and was dedicated to doing his part to keep their ranch successful.
“So what made your father decide to go into the oil business, anyway?”
Lex shrugged. “I’m not exactly sure. I was still in grade school when that happened. I think it was a time when cattle prices had sunk to the bottom of the barrel, and Dad decided he’d be more help to the ranch if he brought in outside money. You see, he’d graduated college with a chemical engineering degree and had always planned to work for one of the chemical plants located on the coast. But then he met my mother, and after they married, he decided that ranching would make him just as happy.”
“Hmm. So he went to work at Coastal Oil out of necessity?” she asked.
Lex nodded. “But I think after he’d been with the company awhile, the money and the benefits became too good to leave. Plus, he was getting something out of his degree. And then there was always the thought of a nice retirement check, which gave him more incentive to stay.”
She handed the thermos cup back to him. “Did you personally know the three friends Paul worked with? The ones who were with him the day of his accident?”
He poured more coffee into the metal cup. “Yes. They seemed to be okay guys, I suppose. Mom has always loved to throw parties for a variety of reasons, and these guys would always attend—until Dad died. After that, they never came back to the ranch. Guess they thought it might bring up bad memories for Mom or something. I thought it was a bit odd, myself.” He looked thoughtfully over at her. “Have you read through their testimonies?”
She nodded. “Yes, but I’m not putting too much stock in them. Most eyewitnesses are very unreliable. They don’t accurately recall what happened, even though they swear they’re sure about what they saw. And the ones that seem to remember every tiny detail are usually lying.”
“Oh. Do you think Dad’s friends accurately described what happened that day?”
“I don’t yet know enough about them or the case to form an opinion.” She gave him an encouraging smile. “Can you tell me more about them?”
His expression thoughtful, he gazed out at the open range dotted with gray Brahman cattle. “They were Dad’s work buddies, not necessarily friends of mine. But I recall a little about them. Red Winters was a big, burly guy. A bit obnoxious, always telling crude jokes. He thought he knew more than everybody, including
