the days before the picnic, Mac teased her mercilessly about her plan to wear a dress, since she only wore jeans and a T-shirt around the ranch.
Her eldest sister, Rolleen, had agreed to make a pink gingham dress for her, copying a spaghetti-strapped dress pattern that Jewel loved, but which she couldn’t wear because her large breasts needed the support of a heavy-duty bra. Rolleen created essentially the same fitted-bodice, bare-shouldered, full-skirted dress, but made the shoulder straps an inch wide so they would hide her bra straps.
On the day of the picnic, Jewel donned the dress and tied up her shoulder-length hair in a ponytail with a pink gingham bow. Her newest Whitelaw sibling, fifteen-year-old Cherry, insisted that she needed pink lipstick on her lips, which Cherry applied for her with the expertise of one who had been wearing lipstick since she was twelve.
Then Jewel headed out the kitchen door to find Mac, who was driving her to the picnic grounds to meet Harvey.
“Wow!” Mac said when he saw her. “Wow!”
Jewel found it hard to believe the admiration she saw in Mac’s eyes. She had long ago accepted the fact she wasn’t pretty. She had sun-streaked brown hair and plain brown eyes and extraordinarily ordinary features. Her body was fit and healthy, but faint, crisscrossing scars laced her face, and she had a distinctive permanent limp.
The look in Mac’s eyes made her feel radiantly beautiful.
She held out the gingham dress and twirled around for him. “Do you think Harvey will like it?”
“Harvey’s gonna love it!” he assured her. “You look good enough to eat. I hope this Harvey character knows how lucky he is.” The furrow reappeared on his brow. “He better not—”
She put a finger on the wrinkles in his forehead to smooth them out. “You worry too much, Mac. Nothing bad is going to happen.”
Looking back now, Jewel wished she had listened to Mac. She wished she hadn’t tried to look so pretty for Harvey Barnes. She wished…
Jewel had gotten counseling in college to help her deal with what had happened that day. The counselor had urged her to tell her parents, and when she had met Jerry Cain and fallen in love with him her junior year at Baylor, the counselor had urged her to tell Jerry, too.
She just couldn’t.
Jerry had been a graduate student, years older than she was, and more mature than the other college boys she had met. He had figured out right away that she was self-conscious about the size of her breasts, and it was his consideration for her feelings that had first attracted her to him. It had been easy to fall in love with him. It had been more difficult—impossible—to trust him with her secret.
Jerry had been more patient with her than she had any right to expect. She had loved kissing him. Been more anxious—but finally accepting—of his caresses. They were engaged before he pressed her to sleep with him. They had already sent out the wedding invitations by the time she did.
It had been a disaster.
They had called off the wedding.
That was a year ago. Jewel had decided that if she couldn’t marry and have kids of her own, she could at least work with children who needed her.
So she had come back to Camp LittleHawk.
“Hey. You look like you’re a million miles away.”
Jewel glanced around and realized she could hardly see the white adobe ranch buildings, they had walked so far. “Oh. I was thinking.”
“To tell you the truth, I enjoyed the quiet company.” Sweat beaded Mac’s forehead and his upper lip. He winced every time he took a step.
“Haven’t we gone far enough?” she asked.
“The doctor said I can do as much as I can stand.”
“You look like you’re there already,” she said.
“Just a little bit farther.”
That attitude explained why Mac had become the best at what he did, but Jewel worried about him all the same. “Just don’t expect me to carry you back,” she joked.
Mac shot her one of his dimpled smiles and said, “Tell me what you’ve been doing with yourself lately.”
“I’ve been figuring out the daily schedule for Camp LittleHawk.”
“Need any help?”
She gave him a surprised look. “I’d love some. Do you have the time?”
He shrugged. “Don’t have anything else planned. What kinds of things are you having the kids do these days?”
She told him, unable to keep the excitement from her voice. “Horseback riding, picnics and hayrides, of course. And handicrafts, naturally.
“But I’ve come up with something really exciting this year. We’re going to have art sessions at the site of those primitive drawings on the canyon wall here at Hawk’s Pride. Once the kids have copied down all the various symbols, we’re going to send them off to an archaeologist at the state university for interpretation.
“When her findings are available, I’ll forward a copy of them to the kids, wherever they are. It’ll remind them what fun they had at camp even after they’ve gone.”
“And maybe take their minds off their illness, if they’re back in the hospital,” Mac noted quietly.
Jewel sat silently watching Mac stare into the distance and knew he was remembering how it had been in the beginning, how they had provided solace to each other, a needed word of encouragement and a shoulder to lean on. She knew he had come back because she was here, a friend when he needed one.
“I can remember being fascinated by those drawings myself as a kid,” Mac mused.
“Didn’t you want to be an archaeologist once upon a time?”
“Paleontologist,” he corrected.
“What’s the difference?”
“An archaeologist studies the past by looking at what people have left behind. A paleontologist studies fossils to recreate a picture of life in the past.”
“What happened to those plans?” she asked.
“It got harder and harder to focus on the past when I realized I was going to have a future.”
“What college degree did you finally end up getting?”
He laughed self-consciously. “Business. I figured I’d need to know how to handle all the money I’d make playing football.”
But his career had been cut short.
He turned abruptly and headed back toward the ranch without another word to her.
Jewel figured the distance they had come at about a mile. She looked at her watch. Six-thirty. Not very far or very fast for a man who depended on his speed for a living.
