“You know. B-e-d.” Mei closed one eye in a saucy wink and blew Max a kiss before breezing out the door. “Bye, partner. Bye, Erin.”
“Bye.” Erin’s smile, when aimed at his sister, was relaxed and genuine.
Lucas couldn’t help but feel a little envious.
There’d been a time when they were completely at ease in each other’s company. Now, she could barely look at him.
“I’ll drop a check off tomorrow.” Erin’s gaze drifted to Max again.
“No hurry—” Lucas found himself talking to her back. He took Max by the hand and followed Erin out of the barn. “I’ll swing by in a few days to check on Diamond. Is there someone around here during the day?”
“I’m usually at the café.” Erin veered toward the shoveled pathway leading to the house.
“I know that, but the owners won’t mind if I stop by, right?”
She whirled around and sent a spray of snow over the tops of his boots. “What do you mean, the owners?”
Now it was his turn to be confused. “The people who board Diamond for you.”
“I don’t board her here. I live here.”
Frowning, Lucas peered at the two-story eyesore with the dingy white clapboard siding, crooked shutters and a wraparound porch that sagged like an unbuckled belt around its middle. The small outbuildings and barn were in a similar state of disrepair.
“What happened to your house in town?”
Erin looked away. “I sold it after Mom died.”
Lucas felt his stomach turn inside out. Erin’s mother had battled diabetes for years, but no one had bothered to mention that she’d passed away. When had it happened? And why had Erin stayed in Clayton?
She’d been as anxious as he was to leave their hometown, her goal to become a large animal vet. Lucas’s goal had been to break every household rule his parents established.
Did Erin realize she had been instrumental in his choice of a career? Every retired, broken-down ranch horse within a twenty-five mile radius of Clayton had received her loving attention and he’d been right there beside her, currycomb in hand.
His willingness to work with the animals had caught the attention of the local vet on the ranch he’d worked in Georgia.
“You have a way with these critters, Clayton,” the doc had said. “Ever think of making a living at it?”
Until that moment, Lucas hadn’t. But he’d taken the words to heart—and didn’t mention that his “way with critters” had been encouraged by a slender girl with big brown eyes and a luminous smile.
He pulled his thoughts back in line. Looking back had the power to make a man stumble.
“I’m sorry.” The words sounded inadequate but they were the best Lucas could do.
“So am I,” Erin said softly.
“So you bought a…” Lucas searched for the right word. One that wouldn’t offend her. “A…house…out here.”
A shadow of a smile touched Erin’s lips. She’d read his mind. Again. “I’m planning to fix up the place a little at a time and add a few more stalls so I can rescue more horses like Diamond. I think the place has potential.”
Lucas didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was wrong. The same way she’d been wrong about him.
“I can help. I gottsa hammer,” Max announced.
“Really?” Erin reached out and tapped a finger against the tip of his wind-kissed button nose. “You’ll have to show it to me sometime.”
Max looked troubled and Lucas knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, tears welled up in the hazel eyes. “Hammer’s at home.”
And home, no matter how rough it had been, was a place that existed only in Max’s memory now.
A familiar feeling of helplessness once again threatened to swamp Lucas, reminding him that he was in way over his head. He didn’t know what to do about the fresh pain in Max’s eyes…or the shadows that still lingered in Erin’s from the loss of her mother.
Maybe because he’d never figured out how to deal with his own grief.
Losing his father in the car accident that had also claimed the life of his uncle, George Jr., had changed him. Outwardly, no one could see the damage. On the inside, it was a different story. Like tempered glass, Lucas absorbed the impact of the blow but hadn’t been able to stop the tiny cracks from spreading below the surface. Sometimes he felt as if they’d changed the very structure of his soul.
“Wanna go home,” Max choked out.
“We’re setting up camp together, remember? You’ll have your own room and a shelf full of toys.”
It was bribery, plain and simple. The parenting books would disapprove, but it was the best Lucas could do.
Glancing at Erin, he braced himself for the reproach he probably deserved.
The compassion in the golden-brown eyes rocked him to the core.
“You’re looking for a place of your own?” she ventured.
“Mom isn’t used to little kids in the house anymore.” Especially a little kid who woke up in the night, caught in the throes of a waking nightmare.
“There’s a place just down the road for sale,” Erin said, almost reluctantly. “The couple who lives there wants to relocate to Florida to be closer to their daughter.”
Lucas didn’t bother to tell her that he was interested in a house he could rent, not buy. Buying a house meant putting down roots and he was only in Clayton for a year. He silently corrected himself. Eleven months and three weeks.
“I didn’t notice a For Sale sign on the way here.”
“There isn’t one yet.” Erin pushed her hands into her coat pockets. “I heard it’s going on the market this weekend.”
The only place Lucas remembered seeing was a log cabin set back from the road a ways. Small and cozy and surrounded by a yard large enough to appeal to an active boy.
But way too close to Erin.
Seven years ago she’d been both confidante and conscience. His best friend and his first love.
After the way they’d parted, Lucas wasn’t sure what they were anymore. But there was one thing he did know.
The thought of staying in Clayton for a year wasn’t nearly as terrifying as the thought of being Erin Fields’s closest neighbor.
“How long does it take for a guy to get a cup of coffee around this place?”
