what his condition is.”
“What is his name?”
Before Kaye could answer, she heard, “Sis?”
She turned and saw her brother and grandfather. Gramps was in a wheelchair, an attendant pushing him. Gramps’s right arm was in a sling, and his face sported bruises around his right eye, along with a cut above his brow. His ear looked like one of the cows in the back pasture had been chewing on it or his old, mean bull had stomped him.
“Gramps, are you all right?” She made her way to his side. Fighting her welling emotion, she carefully brushed a kiss across his cheek. When she pulled back, she had to blink away the tears.
“I look worse for wear, but nothing broken,” he muttered.
Not trusting her voice, she nodded.
“His shoulder was dislocated,” her brother explained.
“They knocked me out before they put the shoulder back in place,” Gramps grumbled. “Thought I was too old to stand up to the pain.”
Joel fought a grin and managed not to smile.
“I dislocated my shoulder once, Grandpa Niall,” Caleb offered. “They didn’t knock me out, but the pain did. Be grateful they put you to sleep.”
Gramps frowned.
Kaye glanced at Caleb. Nice of him to ease her grandfather’s pride. Joel glanced from Caleb to her. She saw the question in her brother’s eyes.
“Let’s get you home,” Kaye said, ignoring her brother.
“I’ll go get the truck.” Joel raced out of the E.R. Caleb followed.
Gramps looked at her. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s good to see you, too.”
He waved away the comment. “You know what I mean. You haven’t shown up unannounced since the day you graduated from high school and left for the army.”
The rebuke hurt, but it was well deserved. “Gramps, I woke up early, and I knew inside I had to come home. Grandma would’ve said The Spirit whispered to me.” She knew her grandfather would understand her feeling.
“About time.”
Leaning down, she whispered, “I’m a little unsteady on my feet after that long drive, so I might need to hold on to your wheelchair.”
Glancing up again, his gaze softened.
Both trucks pulled up. Caleb helped her back into his truck while Joel and the attendant got Gramps settled into the front seat of Joel’s truck.
“I’ll follow behind you,” Caleb called out. Getting into his truck, he looked at her. “Seat belt.”
“Are you usually so bossy?” Kaye wasn’t used to taking orders from civilians.
“No, just safety conscious.”
The way he said it made her realize there was more to the situation than just buckling a seat belt. She wondered what.
* * *
Caleb glanced over at Kaye. He wasn’t surprised exhaustion had overwhelmed her on the drive into Fort Worth. It would’ve been easier if she’d waited at the ranch, but she’d made it clear she wanted to see her grandfather. Faced with her determination, he couldn’t let her drive that last leg herself.
He knew who she was and what had happened to her. When he spent time at the ranch, he stayed in her room. Over the past few years he felt he’d come to know the teenage Brenda. He wasn’t sure about this mature woman. Through the countless times he’d stayed there, she’d crept into his consciousness. Seeing her this afternoon in person had knocked him for a loop.
The sparks of attraction he felt dumbfounded him. He was at the ranch to sort out the mess his life had become. His reaction was the last thing he expected. At least that was what he told himself.
“I’m glad Gramps only had his shoulder dislocated. When I saw him under that tractor, I had all sorts of visions. Once he started yelling at me, I could breathe again. It surely was a sweet sound.”
“Thanks for helping him.”
“Anyone would’ve done that.”
“No, they wouldn’t.”
The force of her words made him realize her comment came from experience.
She studied him before asking, “You said you were a friend of my brother’s from his rodeo days.”
“That’s where we met.”
“That was a while ago, wasn’t it?”
“Ouch, I’m not that old,” he teased.
“I’ve been gone that long.”
“Can’t be that long ago, since you’re still a young woman.”
She threw him a look that said she didn’t buy his line. “Remember, I’ve dealt with a lot of males in the army who tried to snow me.”
“I call ’em as I see ’em.”
Her gaze jerked back to his. She searched his face as if looking for the truth, then turned to stare out her window.
He wanted to ask more questions, but from her closed posture, he knew she wouldn’t welcome any. Instead, he turned on the radio to fill the silence on the balance of the ride back to the ranch.
An hour later, he pulled his truck next to Joel’s by the back door. Joel helped Gramps from his truck. By the time Kaye unhooked her belt, Caleb had opened the passenger door. She didn’t hesitate this time but stepped down to the ground. Her legs were steadier.
They followed Gramps up the porch steps and into the kitchen. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “I think I’ll lie down for a while.”
Joel walked Gramps to the master bedroom, which was Joel’s parents’ old room. Kaye settled at the kitchen table, her face fixed on the disappearing figures.
Caleb joined her. “Your grandfather is quite something. Nothing seems to stop him.”
“He’s amazing, for sure.”
Joel appeared and joined them.
Resting her elbows on the table, Kaye asked, “How is Gramps, really?”
Joel wiped his hand over his face. “The doctors and nurses in the E.R. were amazed that only his arm was dislocated. I told them he was a tough old coot.” Joel rested his hand over hers. “I’m glad you’re here, Sis, but what prompted you to come home now? Don’t get me wrong, you’re welcome, but—”
“What is this? First Gramps, then you. I’m beginning to feel unwelcome.”
Joel
