his biologically, either, but it still rankled him that she needed that genetic link, no matter how he felt about it. For him, the priority had been to give a loving home to a child who might otherwise have been lost in the foster system. They’d never been able to find a solution that they were both happy with.
A man’s virility was a large part of his identity, too, and he’d had to come to terms with the fact that he’d never be a biological dad, so watching her grieve her lack of a baby hurt him, too. Deep down he knew it was a little different for Leanne, and looking back on it, he wished he’d considered using some donor sperm, given her what she wanted.
There was a tap on the garage door window, and he looked around the hood to see Bernie’s face in the glass. His heart sped up a little at the sight of her, and he glanced up at the clock. It was almost eleven. Had that much time really passed?
He went over to the side door and pushed it open. She stood in the yard, her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail that made her look younger, somehow. She wore a summer dress that was long and flowing with a busy pattern of pinks, reds and oranges. It was the perfect contrast to her big dark eyes. He had to swallow before he could say anything.
“Hi,” he said. “Come on in.”
She smiled and slipped past him into the shop, her perfume lingering in the air. How did women do that—make walking through a door somehow more than that. She crossed the garage and stood looking at her car, hands folded.
“So you’ve started,” she said.
“Yep. I’ve figured out what the problem is, but I’ll need to order parts. We don’t carry Rolls-Royce parts in Runt River.”
“Hmm.” She nodded. “How long will it take?”
“To get the parts—a week, maybe ten days,” he said. “Then I’ll have to work on it, which will take a few more days.”
“Hmm.”
She wasn’t giving much away, and he waited to see if she’d say anything more. She didn’t.
“I’ve drawn up an estimate for parts and labor as it stands now,” he went on. “Then you can decide if you want me to continue or not.”
He grabbed a paper from the workbench and handed it to her. She scanned it, then shrugged. “That looks fine to me. I honestly don’t know much about cars, but if I get back to New York and find out you took advantage of me—”
“I’m not that kind of guy,” he said. “I’ll give you fair prices and honest work.”
She met his eyes for a moment, then smiled wanly. “I believe you.” She adjusted her purse on her shoulder. “Truth is, I’m kind of relieved to be stuck here for a little while. I’m not ready to go back.”
“Yeah?” He eyed her cautiously. Would she still feel that way when they were waiting for late parts? These things happened in his business. The last thing he needed was a car in pieces and his client raging mad that she couldn’t leave town fast enough once the novelty had worn off. He headed over to the sink and turned on the water to wash his hands. She was silent for a moment while he lathered up, scrubbing around his nails with a brush.
“There are two sides to every story,” she said, turning toward him. “I heard one side for my entire life, and meeting my aunt is giving me a glimpse at the other side. This is an opportunity I never realized I wanted before.”
He turned off the water and reached for a towel. It was a strangely sensitive comment, and her expression made her look almost ordinary—if that was the right word for it. For a moment, she was no longer the wealthy heiress. She could have been any woman born and raised on these plains.
When he turned back, Bernadette was looking at his shop more closely, her gaze moving over the tools hanging on the walls, then across the floor and up the opposite wall.
“You said you’re the only garage in Runt River, right?” she said.
“That’s right.”
She nodded slowly. “Did you ever consider moving to a larger area?”
“You sound like Leanne.” He smiled wanly. “She wanted to move somewhere bigger. I didn’t.”
“Why not?” she asked, her gaze on him.
Liam shook his head. “She was really having a hard time with not being able to have a baby,” he confessed. “And I think she wanted to move in order to get away from all her friends who were pregnant and growing their families. I was too practical for that. Like you said, it’s a local monopoly. I couldn’t have done better somewhere bigger.”
“That seems logical.” Her expression softened. “You seem to have a solid business sense.”
He could hear the compliment in those words. He didn’t know Bernie, obviously, but she struck him as a rather straightforward kind of person.
“Thanks,” Liam said. “Call me old-fashioned, but in my books, a man provides. And I might not have been able to give her a baby the old-fashioned way, but I could provide a decent income. I was just sticking to my strengths.”
He’d also been stubbornly holding out on the one thing that would have soothed his wife’s grief.
Why was he talking so openly with this woman? It had started the night before when she’d helped him with Ike, and it seemed like that hadn’t turned off. He’d probably regret this later.
She glanced at her watch. “I’m hungry.”
He could use a bite, too.
“Want to go get some lunch?” Ordinarily he wouldn’t have dreamed of asking her to a meal, but she was different inside this garage, somehow. More accessible.
“Sure,” she said. “My treat.”
Liam laughed softly. “Bernie, that’s not how it works around here. I’m taking you to lunch. After what you’ve been through, I think you could use it.”
She eyed him for a moment, then shrugged weakly. “Thanks.”
She might be the heiress in New York, and she might bomb around in a Rolls-Royce without much thought, but here in Runt River she was a client, and he was a man. Men provided, and sometimes that was all a guy had left. Simple as that.
* * *
BERNADETTE STOLE A glance at Liam walking down the sidewalk next to her. He wore cowboy boots that clunked against the pavement, a pair of jeans and a T-shirt—the same casual dress he’d sported the day before, too. She estimated him to be late thirties, so about ten years older than she was, but there was something about him that felt oddly reassuring, and it wasn’t just the fact that he’d been friendly when she needed it. Maybe it was the slow way he had of looking around himself, as if he had all the time in the world.
The road was webbed with cracks, and trees grew large and stretched leafy limbs between buildings. Her first impression of this town had been that it was so empty it was almost eerie, but now that she was walking down the road toward Main Street, the quiet was soothing. No traffic, honking or sirens. She hadn’t been given the bird once by a passing cabbie since she’d arrived.
