deep, familiar voice that made her pulse leap said, “Hello.”
“Calhoun?” she asked softly.
“I can’t sit up and wait for you anymore,” he said. “So I thought I’d make sure you got home all right.”
“I did.”
“Where did you go?”
She lay back on the bed, her head on the pillow. “To the new Greek place.”
“Ummm,” he murmured, sounding as if he were stretched out on his own bed. “I’ve been there for business dinners a time or two. Did you try the moussaka? It’s delicious.”
“Yes, that’s what I had, and some of that resinated wine. It’s very strong.”
He paused. “Did you come straight home?”
She almost smiled at his concern. “Yes, I came straight home. He didn’t even try to seduce me.”
“I don’t remember accusing him of it.”
She touched the receiver gently. “Is everything all right at the house?”
“I guess so.” There was a pause. “It’s lonely.”
“It’s lonely here, too,” she said.
Another pause. “I didn’t mean what you thought I did,” he said quietly. “I wouldn’t take you to bed on a bet. You aren’t the kind of woman to be used and thrown aside. I’m ashamed of you for thinking I could treat you like that after all these years.”
Her heart ran away. She clutched the receiver closer to her ear. “But you said—”
“I said we could go to the apartment and be alone,” he interrupted. “And that we could make love. I meant we could make a few memories and then I’d take you home.” He sighed. “I’d probably do it bent double, but I never had any intention of taking advantage of the situation.”
“Oh.”
“So now that we’ve cleared that up, how about dinner tomorrow night?” he asked.
She hesitated. “Calhoun, wouldn’t it be better if we just didn’t see each other again?” she asked quietly, even though it broke her heart to say the words.
“I’ve looked out for you, watched over you and ordered your life for years,” he replied. “Now you’re grown, and things have happened between us that I never expected. We can’t go back to the relationship we had, and we can’t be intimate. But there has to be a way that we can keep each other,” he said heavily. “Because I can’t quite put you out of my life, Abby. I hate like hell going past your room at night and knowing you aren’t in it. I hate watching television alone and sitting at a table alone when Justin has business dinners. I hate the feedlot because there’s going to be another woman at your desk.”
“She’s blond,” she reminded him.
“She isn’t you,” he said shortly. “Are you going to come with me or not?”
“I shouldn’t….”
“But you will,” he returned.
She sighed, smiling. “Yes.”
“I’ll pick you up at five.”
“Five?”
“We’re going to Houston, remember?” he laughed softly.
“Dining and dancing.”
“Just that, if it’s what you want,” he said gently. “I won’t even touch you unless you want it.”
“That apartment,” she asked hesitantly. “Have you…have you taken a lot of women there?”
He didn’t answer her immediately. “While I was away those few days, I moved. I changed apartments,” he said. “This one is across town from the one I had. And I’ve never taken a woman there.”
She wondered at the switch, wondered why he’d bothered. Surely it couldn’t be to protect her from the memory of his old life, in case one day she did go there with him?
“I see,” she murmured.
“No, I don’t think you do,” he replied, his voice deep and soft. “Not yet, anyway. I’d better let you get to sleep. It’s late.”
She didn’t want him to hang up. She searched for something to say, something to keep him on the line, but her mind was blank.
“You and Justin never came to blows over Shelby, I guess,” she asked then, because it had just occurred to her that Justin had threatened to punch Calhoun the morning after the square dance.
“Justin and I had a long talk,” he replied. “Not that I expect it to do any good. He’s too set in his ways to bend, and he won’t let Shelby get near him.”
“Maybe someday he’ll listen.”
“Maybe.” He sighed. “Five tomorrow. Don’t forget.”
As if she could! She touched the receiver as if she were touching him. “Good night.”
“Good night, sweetheart,” he said softly, and the line went dead.
She floated into her nightgown and into bed, hearing nothing but the endearment, that unexpected, beautiful word, until sleep finally claimed her.
It was the longest Saturday of Abby’s life. She tried to sleep late, but she couldn’t. She went downstairs and had breakfast with Mrs. Simpson and then she went back to her room and forced herself to watch television. Having Saturdays free was still new. At the feedlot, she’d always worked them. Now she had the whole weekend off, and she didn’t know what to do with herself.
Time dragged all day long. She went for a ride just to give herself something to do and wound up in town shopping for a new dress to wear on her date with Calhoun.
She came out with a pretty red patterned silk skirt and matching sweater. It brought out her tan and made her look sophisticated. She thought about having her hair cut, but she’d gotten used to its length. She experimented with different hairstyles for an hour, only to brush it out and leave it around her shoulders afterward.
She was dressed and ready at 4:30. She tried to get interested in a book while she waited. Those thirty minutes were going to be agony.
Apparently Calhoun felt the same way, because he showed up twenty minutes early.
She forced herself not to run to let him in, but she was breathless all the same as she looked up into his dark, quiet eyes.
“Hi,” she said.
He smiled slowly, gazing approvingly not only at her outfit but at her hairdo as well. “Hi,” he replied lazily.
He was wearing a charcoal-gray suit with pale gray handtooled leather boots and a pearl
