sat on dry grass, watching her, too. “It’s perfect,” she whispered, reluctant to leave, her mind spinning with possibilities. Carter waited at the back door of the inn. He’d taken her here to show her the seventy-year-old structure that was also abused by neglect. The relic sat one mile into McCay property, and before they’d gotten inside, Macy had spotted the gazebo that drew her like a magnet.
She glanced at Carter, who was waiting and watching her. “Okay, Rock. Looks like we have to go.”
When she reached Carter, he gestured toward the gazebo. “I’m thinking about tearing it down.”
“No! You can’t do that.”
Carter’s brows furrowed at her outburst. “Why not?”
“It’s wonderful, that’s why not. It could be grand again with a little work.”
“It’s dangerous. It won’t hold in a storm.”
“Can it be braced?”
Carter scoffed at that, and Macy thought he was being unreasonable. But what did it matter anyway? She wouldn’t be teaching here, or anyplace else for that matter.
Carter showed her around the six-bedroom inn that had come with the land he’d purchased as an expansion of his uncle’s original property. Macy had to give him credit for being a self-made man. He’d taken an old run-down ranch and built an empire.
Already, in the half day she’d been here, she had seen how different his life was than the flaky phoniness of Hollywood. They were worlds apart.
Carter showed her the dilapidated upstairs bedrooms. Five of the rooms were dusty, the walls a mess of stained old wallpaper and filthy warped floors. Just as he was about to lead her down the staircase again, Macy pointed to one room at the end of the hallway. “Wait, Carter. What’s in there?”
Carter hesitated, his expression closed off. Before he could answer, Macy, too curious for her own good, walked toward the door and pushed it open. She poked her head inside. “Oh wow. This is…amazing.” She turned to him in surprise. “It’s completely refurbished.”
He frowned. “I know. It’s just one room.”
Macy glanced at the freshly painted walls, the king-size bed decorated with a brown silk comforter and the polished wood floors. “It’s a picture of what the whole house could look like.”
Carter’s mouth twisted again, as if he’d bitten into a sour lemon. “Yeah, well, we’ll see.”
He turned and started for the stairs.
Macy closed the door softly and followed him downstairs, a dozen questions filling her mind.
They wound up in the kitchen. Cobwebs in the corner of the ceilings made her arms itch. Carter stood by a bay window, looking out. “Do you think it’s worth fixing up?”
“Yes, of course. It’s full of charm.”
He shrugged. “For some, it’s charming. For others, it’s old and run-down, just like a lot of places around here.”
Panic rose in her throat. “You’re not seriously thinking about destroying this place?”
“It’s an eyesore on the property.”
Macy doubted that. The house wasn’t set on the highway, but deep into Carter’s land. No one could find the place, much less see it, unless they were searching for it. “With a little time and effort, the house could really shine. You could open it to the public and rent out rooms or use it as a guesthouse.”
He contemplated for a few moments, then gave her a nod, as if her opinion mattered. “I’ll think about it.”
They left the inn and walked along the river’s edge. Macy let the peace and calm settle into her bones. The quiet surge of the water glistening under the Texas sun soothed and filled her with ease.
“This is exactly what I needed,” she whispered.
“Wild River does that.” It was a statement of fact, one that wasn’t up for interpretation. Carter truly loved this place.
Cottonwoods shaded them as they strolled on, Rocky at Carter’s heels. She felt safe here, out in the middle of nowhere, living with a stranger. Carter had hardly known her before offering up his home, and with him by her side, Macy felt protected.
“I’m glad you invited me here,” she said, holding back another round of thanks. She didn’t want to sound like a broken record.
He looked toward the river, his eyes squinting against the rays of sunlight. “Stay as long as you need, Hollywood.”
She chuckled at the nickname, not sure she liked it yet. She wasn’t the clichéd Hollywood type, but then, as she gazed at herself in the water’s reflection, she could see his point. Everything about her spoke of disguise and fraud.
In her heart, Macy knew who she really was, but she hadn’t been allowed to follow her own dreams, not when she was busy living her mother’s.
Now, she was at a crossroads, unsure where to turn.
She vowed she wouldn’t let it get her down.
Not while she was living at Wild River.
She was on vacation…from life.
After dinner, Carter left Macy to her own devices, needing to get something off his chest. Or at least, get an explanation from his cousin. At Brady’s house on the outskirts of town he climbed out of his Jeep, slamming the door closed. He glanced at the front entrance and drew a deep breath. Having to admit being rejected wasn’t easy, but under these circumstances, it really burned.
No one answered his knocking. But the scent of a fired-up grill drew him to the backyard. He found Brady on his deck cooking a steak. Smoke ruffled the heavy air as he met his cousin’s inquisitive stare.
“Hey, Carter. Didn’t expect to see you so soon. Thought maybe you’d be out making wedding plans.” He poked at his steak with a long-pronged fork and turned it over.
Carter’s mouth twisted. “That’s not happening. She turned me down.”
Brady set his barbecue fork onto the side of the grill and snapped up his head. “She did?”
Carter leveled him a direct look. “Thought maybe you’d know why.”
Brady’s brows gathered tight. “Me? How should I know? Didn’t she give you a reason?”
Carter paced behind Brady, carefully choosing his words. He’d always been close to Brady, and he trusted him. The man had scruples and had brought himself up from poverty to become quite successful in commercial real estate. Carter wasn’t accusing him of anything, but a man had a right to know what end was up. “She did. But I’d like to know what you’ve got to say about it.”
His cousin moved his steak to the side of the grill, taking it away from the heat, and turned to him. “You have dinner yet?”
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