the growl of her motorcycle engine, he felt himself relax. It was just another day at the saloon. But at the back of his mind, he wondered how long this could last. How long she was going to let it?
* * *
“SORRY ABOUT EARLIER,” Lillie said as she plopped down at the bar several hours later. “I didn’t mean to give you a hard time about Mariah.” She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the woman couldn’t hear, but Mariah was busy with a group that had just come in. “I hate this new schedule. I never see you anymore. I miss talking with you.”
“I miss you too. But soon your house will be done, you’ll be happily married and summer will be over. Things always slow down in the winter. But right now, you have a lot on your plate.”
She groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“Oh, come on—it can’t be that bad.”
“Ha. Like you know anything about it. What kind of decorating have you done with the apartment?” she asked.
He laughed. “You can’t stand it. You want to see upstairs, don’t you?”
“I just want to see what you’ve done.”
“Lillie, you know me. I haven’t done anything.”
“I could help you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t look so disappointed. I love you, but the apartment will never be as nice as when you lived there. I like things...simple.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to add just a few things. Maybe some pillows or a wall hanging or—”
“Lillie, what is going on with you?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she snapped as she got up to come around the bar and poured herself a cola. “I will never understand you. Kendall was all wrong for you, according to you. But Mariah? What are you waiting for?”
He looked across the room at the woman taking orders from the large table. Mariah made it look easy. She made a lot of things look easy and appealing. He liked the way she smelled, that citrusy perfume she wore. He liked the way she moved, like a sleek cat. He liked the way she smiled, her dark eyes gleaming.
“She likes you, so what is the problem?” his sister demanded quietly.
He chuckled. “You’re sure it’s me she’s interested in?”
“What? You think she wants the bar?” Lillie shook her head. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”
“Really?” he asked, turning to gaze into his sister’s beautiful face. “And how exactly does she look at me?”
“Like a woman who is trying to figure out a man. But it is more than that. She looks at you like she has feelings for you and she wishes she didn’t.”
Darby laughed. “All that in a look?”
“Make fun, but it’s true. And you know what? I can tell that you are interested in her. I’ve seen you watching her.” Lillie grinned as if she’d discovered a truth that he’d tried hard to hide. “Admit it.”
“I’m fascinated by the woman,” Darby confessed.
“I knew it. So ask her out.”
He shook his head. “Fascinated from a distance, a safe distance. Like you pointed out before, what do we know about her?”
“You’re going to let fear stand in your way?” She sounded appalled. But then again, she was an engaged woman in love.
“Nothing wrong with a good healthy dose of fear.” He had good reason to fear Mariah’s motivations—and her interest in him.
* * *
MARIAH CAME BACK to the bar with her order. Darby had his arm around his sister as the two stood together laughing.
“You just need to settle into your new lifestyle,” Darby was saying to his sister. “Once the wedding is over and the house is done, you’ll be just fine. Trust me.”
Lillie smiled up at him. “I do trust you. Trust me. Take a chance.”
He laughed and gently pushed her away. “Go, bride-to-be. The sooner this wedding is over, the happier we will all be.”
As Mariah watched Lillie leave, she felt a pang of envy at how close Darby and Lillie were. She’d never had a sibling. Never had anyone who cared the way he did for his twin except maybe her grandmother, but no one since. Maybe things would have been different if she’d had a brother to look after her. She quickly shoved that thought away.
She’d never been one to live in the past. It did no good to spend her time going over the what-ifs. Things were the way they were. She had to deal with them.
The clock was ticking. She’d been here too long. She couldn’t stay much longer. So what was holding her up? She knew staying here was dangerous. But she couldn’t leave without her bracelet.
That was the only thing keeping her here, she told herself as Darby smiled as he took her drink order. She felt that tug at her heart, the one that told her she’d put off the inevitable too long. She had to end this.
* * *
IT WAS A busy night. Darby had spent it behind the bar, trying to keep up with drink orders. Mariah had kept up well with the demand on the floor. He had to hand it to her, she really was good at this.
When she came in for a drink order, he slipped her a water while she waited. She looked surprised, took a drink and said, “Thanks.” For a moment their eyes met. That thrill he’d felt that first day rippled through him.
He started to lift one of the drinks he’d made up to her tray. At the same time, she reached for it. Her fingers brushed against his. He felt a jolt and dropped the glass. It hit the edge of the bar and shattered, glass going everywhere along with the bright colored liquid.
“Are you cut?” Mariah asked, looking alarmed. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reached for it.” She quickly grabbed his hand, turning it this way and that to see if there was any blood. The bright red of the grenadine had splashed over his skin, but he could see that he hadn’t been injured.
Still she didn’t release his hand. She turned it palm up. He watched her trace a finger along one of the lines and then another.
“What do you see?” he asked, stunned by the shock of her touch. A current ran through his veins, racing toward his heart at a gallop.
“You’ve never had your heart broken,” she said studying his hand with utmost seriousness. “You will have only one love.” Her finger traced a line across the center of his palm to his wrist.
He felt a shiver he tried to rein in, but he knew she hadn’t missed it. Her gaze came up to meet his.
“I see a long life if you aren’t foolish, if you don’t fall for the wrong woman before you find your true love.” She let go of his hand.
“How
