moved to the ranch where they live now, right?”
“That’s right. Now that they’re married, Lucas told me they’re starting the legal proceedings so that he can adopt Sammy since his father is dead.”
“That’s nice. I hope that someday Cooper will have a father figure in his life.”
“Lucas was the first of us to find love. Then Nick Coleman wound up falling for Adrienne Bailey and Forest fell for Patience.”
“She had a pretty rough time here, didn’t she?”
Dusty nodded. “Yeah, her assistant wound up throwing her in the top of a corn silo in an attempt to kill her. It was a case of professional jealousy at its finest.” He shook his head. “Thank God Forest figured out she was in the silo and managed to get her out and in the process the two of them realized how much they loved each other.”
She eyed him with open speculation. “Tell me, Dusty, why don’t you already have a special woman in your life?” It had been something she’d wondered about for a while. He was handsome and sexy and kind, but she’d never heard any gossip about him and any woman. In fact, she’d never heard any negative gossip about Dusty at all.
His gaze held hers steadily. “I guess part of the reason is that for months I’ve had a secret crush on you and didn’t want to pursue anyone else.”
Her heart fluttered and a wave of warmth swept through her at his words. “Then why didn’t you ask me out sooner?”
“You don’t exactly have a reputation around town for being a dating fiend,” he replied dryly. “I know a lot of men have asked you out before and you’ve turned them all down. It took me forever to get up my nerve and brace myself for what I figured would be an instant rejection. So, why did you agree to go out with me?”
She gazed at her son and then looked back at Dusty. “For the past couple of years my focus has been exclusively on working hard and raising Cooper. It’s only been in the last couple of months that I realized I was ready for more in my life.” She offered him another smile. “I guess the easy answer is that you were the right man at the right time.”
“I’m glad. And speaking of secret crushes, last night you reacted pretty violently to those flowers that somebody left for you.” There was an unspoken question in his voice.
The warmth that had suffused her dissipated. She had reacted badly the night before and he deserved some sort of explanation. She also needed to assure him that she wasn’t a crazy drama queen.
“When I was younger I had a stalker,” she finally replied. “It was one of the most frightening things I’ve ever experienced. When I saw the flowers and the note, I guess I had a kind of flashback to that time.” It certainly wasn’t a complete lie, but it wasn’t the complete truth, either.
His gaze softened. “I’m sorry you went through something like that, but I want you to promise me something.”
“What?” She eyed him cautiously.
“I want you to promise me that if you get another mystery gift, before you freak out and do something impulsive like leave town, you’ll call me. I don’t want you to be afraid, Trisha, but I also don’t want you to go away.”
The inner cold that had threatened to grip her never took complete hold as she saw the strength, the sweet possibilities that shone from his eyes. “Okay, it’s a deal,” she replied.
The blond-haired, blue-eyed man was definitely getting beneath her defenses far more quickly than she could have ever imagined. For the next few minutes the conversation turned to her desire to move out of the motel.
“I’d really like to buy a house, but right now it just isn’t feasible,” she explained. “I did find two rentals in the paper this morning and I think I’m going to check them out before I go in to work tomorrow. I want to make a move out of that motel room soon.”
“I’d be glad to go with you to check them out,” he said. “You know, kick the foundation and check out the roof.”
“I wouldn’t want to take you away from your work here,” she replied, although she wouldn’t mind having a second pair of eyes to see any potential issues that might arise.
“Our work schedule here is fairly flexible. Cassie doesn’t care how many hours we work or when we work them, all she cares about is that the daily chores get done.”
“Then I’d love to have you tag along. I’m planning on heading out around eleven. I have to be at work at the café by two.”
“Then I’ll meet you at the motel at eleven,” he replied with an easy smile.
Trisha was slightly surprised by her pleasure at the idea of spending more time with him the next day. Things were definitely moving fast between them, but she wasn’t at all sure that she wanted them to slow down.
“Is it time to go fishing again?” Cooper asked as he popped up from his prone position and rubbed his eyes with the back of his fists.
Dusty laughed and sat up. “Yeah, I think maybe the fish are especially hungry by now.”
“Good, ’cause I ’specially want to catch a big fish,” Cooper replied.
“Before we go let me hit you with some sunscreen again,” Trisha said and pulled a tube of cream out of her purse.
Minutes later Cooper once again wore his life jacket and the three of them were back on the dock with fishing poles in hand. Trisha watched in amusement how Cooper imitated not only Dusty’s stance but his facial expressions and actions, as well.
There was definitely a little bit of hero worship going on. Did she worry that Dusty might break her son’s heart? Absolutely, but she also wouldn’t take this wonderful experience away from Cooper for the world.
As they waited for a bite, Cooper asked a hundred more questions. Did fish have ears? Did they play games in the water? Did Dusty like fish sticks? Did he like fish sticks with ketchup?
Dusty answered each and every question with thoughtful consideration. And then it happened... Cooper’s bobber took a dive. He squealed and vibrated with excitement as Dusty hurriedly set down his own pole and helped Cooper reel in his catch.
Cooper whooped and hollered until they had the tiny perch on the dock. “I catched a fish! I catched a fish!”
“You sure did,” Dusty replied and crouched down next to the dancing boy.
Cooper grabbed Dusty by the face and kissed him on the cheek. Trisha didn’t know who was more surprised, herself or Dusty. He looked up at her with a stunned expression and then quickly gazed back down at the flopping fish on the dock.
“Ah, it’s just a baby,” Cooper said with disappointment. “It wouldn’t even make one fish stick, so I guess we’d better put it back and let it grow bigger.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” Trisha said.
“Now I wanna catch a bigger one,” Cooper said once the fish had been returned to the water and his hook was once again baited and ready.
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