would I do that?”
“Because you’re crazy about her.”
“That’ll pass.”
“How long have I known you, Josh? More than ten years, right? We started the circuit the same season. I remember how bad things got with Jen, how hard you tried to make it work.”
“Not hard enough.”
“Sara isn’t your ex-wife.”
“Thanks for the insight. But I’m making a life for Claire. One that will keep her safe and out of trouble.”
Dave’s eyes widened a fraction. “This is about your sister,” he whispered.
“Don’t go there.”
Dave ignored the warning in Josh’s voice. “You’d been gone three years when Beth died. The car accident was stupid and tragic but not your fault.”
“I should have been there for her,” Josh argued, shaking his head. “I knew how bad things were between my parents, what kind of hell that house was to live in every day. I could take out my anger in the ring, but she didn’t have that option. If I’d been around to help, maybe she wouldn’t have been drinking that night. Maybe she’d have been strong enough to not get in that car.”
“Not your fault,” Dave repeated.
“It doesn’t matter.” Josh opened the barn door, letting bright light flood the sawdust floor. He stepped into the warmth and took a deep breath. “I have a chance to make things right for Claire. I’m not going to blow it.”
“Part of Claire being happy is you being happy. Sara does that. Everyone can see it except you. Your daughter is a teenager. She needs a woman in her life who isn’t as messed up as her mother. You don’t have to do it alone.”
Josh let his eyes drift closed. He’d done things alone for so long he wasn’t sure if he knew another way. He saw how much Claire was drawn to Sara. More often than not he’d find her curled in the overstuffed chair in the office while Sara was on the computer.
At first he hadn’t wanted his daughter to have anything to do with Hollywood Barbie. As time went on, he could see Sara’s influence on Claire’s behavior in good ways. Claire seemed less sullen and moody. Hell, she’d even smiled at him a couple of times—a big improvement over the start of the summer. He’d felt the change, hard as it was to admit, in himself, as well. Something about Sara gave a lift to his heart. Her unflagging energy and upbeat spirit drew him out of the fog that had become a constant in his life since the accident.
Could it be something more? She said she was leaving at the end of the summer, but he knew she was happy on the ranch. She also said she didn’t do casual relationships. If he offered her something more, he might have a chance of changing her mind about the future.
Sara and Claire were leaving this morning to go shopping in Denver. He checked his watch and pulled off his work gloves, tossing them to Dave.
“Can you guys handle a day on your own?”
Dave nodded. “The plan was fishing, and Noah can get us to the best water.”
“Then do me a favor and close up the barn. I’ve got someplace I need to be.”
* * *
Sara stepped out of her cabin at the sound of a horn honking. Not more unannounced guests, she thought, then stopped at the sight of Josh’s enormous black truck idling in front of her.
Claire opened the door and scrambled into the backseat. “Dad’s coming with us,” she called over her shoulder. “He’s got his credit card. Woo-hoo!”
“Don’t get too crazy,” Josh told his daughter, then patted the seat next to him. “Are you ready?” he called to Sara.
To spend three hours next to him in the front seat? No way, no how.
“Sure.” She walked toward the truck. “What made you decide to spend your afternoon shopping?”
He looked at her through aviator glasses so dark she couldn’t see his eyes. “I have a couple of parts to pick up from a mechanic in north Denver. Thought we could stop by on the way to Cherry Creek.”
Sara’s stomach gave a lurch at the mention of the upscale shopping area. She was bound to be recognized, which had seemed bad enough with Claire, but to add Josh to the mix was almost too much. She had no control over the things complete strangers were willing to say to her, most of them embarrassing.
She hesitated, then hoisted herself into the truck. She could handle whatever came her way, she told herself. This summer was about taking back her power, and dealing with public attention was part of that.
She glanced in the backseat, where Claire had already popped in a pair of earbuds. She gave Sara a thumbs-up and returned to mouthing the lyrics of the song from her iPod.
Buckling her seat belt, Sara turned to Josh. “I think we’re set.”
He continued to watch her, then lowered his glasses to the tip of his nose. “You’re not wearing makeup again.”
He’d noticed. Damn. Sara had put her hair in a long braid and applied just a touch of mascara and gloss, hoping to blend in more with the other shoppers and avoid recognition. She forced a casual smile. “I am, just not as much. Thought I’d give my skin a rest. A little detox for the pores, you know. I think...”
Josh’s hand on her wrist stopped her nervous babble. “You look beautiful,” he said softly, rubbing his thumb across her knuckles.
“Oh” was all she could manage. She looked down at his fingers the way she might eye a rattlesnake on the trail. Without thinking, she snatched her hand away and dug through her purse for her own sunglasses.
He gave a deep chuckle and switched the truck into gear. “Is country music okay?”
“Fine.” Anything to fill the charged silence.
He swung onto the road and turned on the radio, drumming his fingers on the console in time with a song.
Sara kept her gaze focused on the scenery rolling by and soon lost herself in the beauty of the mountains. Driving in from California, she’d been so consumed with what she’d find that she’d given little thought to the jagged peaks that framed the interstate. Now she had time to take in the mountains that had been carved out to create this road through them. She thought about the hours of work it must have taken—the blood, sweat and tears of the men who built it. Her own life felt even more insignificant in comparison.
“It’s humbling, isn’t it?” Josh asked, as if reading her thoughts.
Sara blinked several times. “How did you know that’s what I was thinking about?”
He pointed toward the front window. “It’s hard not to, driving through here. The majesty of this place takes my breath away every time.”
Sara nodded. “That’s exactly right. It makes me feel so small. But in a good way. Like nature is protecting us with its very mass. The things that make
