isn’t so far off, you know,” she murmured. “Even foster ones.”
“Really?” he said, almost to himself.
“Really.” She yawned and his next comment fell on deaf ears. She drifted off into a brief oblivion.
* * *
IT WASN’T A long drive, but it felt as if they’d just left the ranch when Maggie was brought awake by a tap from Davis’s hand. She opened her eyes and noticed that they’d already reached the city limits of Houston.
“Sorry to wake you, but we’re in town now. Do you have any idea where you want me to take you?” Davis asked gently.
“To a nice, comfortable, cheap hotel,” she murmured dryly. “I’m living on my savings until I get another job, and they don’t amount to much.”
He grimaced. “You should have told him.”
“Oh, no!” she disagreed. She smoothed her pink-tipped fingernails over her white purse. “I’m not his responsibility. I only wanted to take care of him. Funny, isn’t it? He doesn’t need anybody. He never has.” She turned her eyes out the window. She wasn’t a weepy sort of person. She was strong and spirited and independent. The hard knocks of her life had made her strong. But she was tired and sleepy and she felt Cord’s cold rejection deeply. She was momentarily weak and she didn’t want Davis to see it.
Davis mumbled something under his breath. It sounded like “damned idiot,” but Maggie wasn’t rising to the bait.
“It isn’t right,” he said angrily. “Letting you out the door without even knowing if you had a way back to town.”
“Don’t you dare tell him about the suitcase or the trip,” she said impatiently when she saw the look on his face. “Don’t you dare, Red!”
“I won’t tell him about the suitcase,” he agreed, mentally crossing his fingers. “There’s a good hotel downtown, not expensive, where my mother stays when she comes to see me,” he added quickly. “You’ll like it.”
She nodded. “Okay. That’ll do. I think I could sleep for a week.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
“Tomorrow, I’ll get a newspaper and find a job.” She yawned again. “Things will look bright tomorrow.”
“I’m sorry you had such a rough day,” he told her as he pulled up in front of a nice, but nondescript hotel downtown.
“They’re all rough days, lately,” she murmured with a smile. “Life is trial by fire, didn’t you know? It’s an obstacle course. If you survive it, you get to wear wings and float around feeling sorry for the living!”
“Think so?” he teased.
“Of course, when I think about Cord, I want to come back as a stump and trip him twice a day,” she commented drily. She turned toward him. “Thanks for the ride, Red. Thanks a lot. It would have been a long walk.”
“No problem.”
He went around and got her suitcase out for her. She walked into the hotel dragging it behind her. Davis thought he’d never seen such poise, and the thought “grace under fire” came unwillingly to his mind. And Cord Romero could turn his back on a woman like that! The man had to be nuts.
Maggie checked in, went up to her room, locked the door, took off her pantsuit and fell into the bed. She put Cord’s handsome face out of her mind firmly and closed her eyes. She was asleep seconds later.
* * *
BACK AT THE ranch, Cord was sipping coffee and going over ledgers on his computer. He’d spent a lot of time away in recent months, and it was tough catching up on business.
He wondered sometimes why he didn’t just sell the ranch and move into an apartment. He was all on his own, and he never planned to marry again. Life would be less complicated if he lived out of a suitcase, as he’d done most of his adult life except during his brief marriage. But he loved his cattle, and the pair of Andalusian horses he’d purchased on his last visit to his cousin in Andalusia, in the south of Spain not too long a drive from the Rock of Gibraltar.
He leaned back and stared blankly at the black type on the computer screen. He couldn’t get Maggie’s eyes out of his thoughts. When she’d first seen him, before he spoke, those green eyes had been alive with concern, with pleasure, with tentative affection, with joy. So soon, they’d faded to dullness and the joy in them had eclipsed into a sadness that was painful to recall, although she’d quickly hidden it.
It didn’t take good eyesight to recognize her unrequited love for him. At some level, he’d known about it for years. He simply ignored it. She’d grown up, become engaged to his best friend, but married someone else, been widowed—her life had been more of thorns than roses. He’d offered her pain in return for those years of fierce loyalty and affection.
When she’d gone out of his life, he’d expected to have peace, finally. But the loneliness had worn him down until he became careless. In the past, it would have taken far more than a simple electronic bomb to damage him.
In past weeks, for reasons he didn’t really understand, she’d avoided him completely. That had hurt. He’d taken a case in Florida, wounded because Maggie didn’t want to see him. He’d let down his guard and had almost been killed, by an old enemy whose livelihood had been threatened by Cord’s investigation of an employment agency with which he was somehow connected. He’d planted a bomb and Cord had walked into a trap because his mind had been on Maggie instead of the job.
At least she’d finally come to see about him! He’d known that Eb was going to get in touch with her. But he’d stopped just short of telling the man to ask her to come and see about him. He’d expected—no, he’d hoped—that she cared enough to come running the minute he got home. But she hadn’t. It had shaken him.
He’d become accustomed to Maggie on the fringes of his life, always laughing, making him laugh, making him feel safe. She was always there, always waiting for him to...
He cursed under his breath and ran an angry hand through his thick, dark hair. Maggie had finally given up on him. She’d decided that he was never going to turn to her with anything more than sarcasm or indifference. She’d removed herself from the periphery of his life and cut him out of hers. That was what had hurt the most. Having her wait days to acknowledge his injury had only added fuel to the fire.
Well, he’d chased her away for the last time and he wasn’t going to sit around counting his regrets. He couldn’t blame her for not caring, when her place in his life had always been a reluctant one, a remote one, barely tolerated, and totally unappreciated. He couldn’t remember a single time when he’d admitted how much it mattered that she was concerned for him. He’d never told her the comfort it gave him when Patricia died, when he was wounded, when he was in trouble, to have her hold his big hand in her small one so tightly and never let go.
She was a rock in hard times. He hadn’t realized how much he counted on her presence for comfort, for security. Now that comfort was removed, perhaps forever, and her absence was like a hole inside him that nothing could ever fill again. He forced his attention back to the computer screen, grateful that he still had his vision, even if he lost everything else. Not that he was going to advertise his recovery. Not yet.
Impulsively
