and low. “Never would have believed that. The club’s been the same for more than a hundred years.”
Sadie rolled her eyes and shook her head. “So it should always stay the same? Why put in electric lights? Why aren’t they still using oil lamps or candles? Why have a telephone? Is tradition so important that no one wants progress?”
“Whoa!” He laughed, then asked, “Is progress so important you just forget about tradition?”
She glared at him, those warm, sexy feelings she’d been experiencing only moments ago dissolving as surely as sugar in hot coffee. “You sound just like Brad. Is this a guy thing? Is it only women who are willing to look at the future?”
“No, but looking to the future doesn’t mean forgetting the past.”
“Who said anything about forgetting?” Sadie waved her hand in dismissal. “All we’re talking about is an up-to-date, comfortable club that every member can enjoy.”
“Now I know what this is about.” He smiled and nodded sagely. “I heard Abby Langley’s a member now. I suppose that’s what’s got the women in town up in arms?”
She just stared at him. “Is it all men or just Texans?”
“Huh? What?”
“You have that drawling tone to your voice when you say ‘women’ like you’re describing a child throwing a tantrum.”
“Hold on a minute, I wasn’t trying to start a fight.”
“No, you’re just stuck in the same rut every other man in town is in.”
“I’ve been home for a day and suddenly I’m the enemy?”
“No,” she said on a sigh. “You just caught me at a bad moment. Sorry.”
He shrugged. “No problem. I know what it’s like to be up to your eyeballs in something and take it out on someone else.”
“Still not much of an excuse. It’s just that Brad makes me so furious.”
“Isn’t that what brothers are for?”
“I suppose so,” she acknowledged, then she smiled. “Besides, I think Brad having to deal with Abby is going to be payback enough.”
“Who knew you had such a mean streak?” he asked, his grin taking the sting out of his words.
“I’m a Price, too, don’t forget.”
“Wouldn’t dare.” He steered into a left turn lane and stopped for the red light. “I’ve done a lot of thinking about you in the last few years, Sadie.”
“You have?” She tensed up again. What was it about this man that could set every nerve in her body to jangling?
His long fingers tapped against the steering wheel. “Sometimes, thoughts of you were all that kept me sane.”
“Rick …”
“You don’t have to say anything,” he said. “I just wanted you to know that the night we had together has stayed with me.”
“It stayed with me, too,” Sadie said, then turned her head to avoid his gaze.
That single night with him three years ago had changed her life so completely, it was no wonder that she’d thought of him often. But now, knowing that he had been doing the same, made her feel even more of a terrible person than she had been. What could she possibly say to him? How would she ever explain?
She’d spent a lot of time assuring herself that one day, she’d tell him everything. That when he got back she would apologize and do whatever she could to make things right.
Yes, she could have written to him, but she had talked herself out of that. She’d been … worried about him. A career marine, he had been in harm’s way for most of the last few years, and every night, she’d said a prayer for his safety. If she had told him the truth in a letter, it might have distracted him when he could least afford it. Besides, a letter would have been the coward’s way out. Face-to-face was the only honorable way. And like she said, Sadie was a Price, too. Her parents had raised their children to be honest, to keep their word and to never break a promise. Honor meant something to the Price family.
But that didn’t mean that she had room for him in her life. She wasn’t looking for a husband. She didn’t need a man, her life was busy enough at the moment, thank you very much. But she did owe him the truth.
And that was something she wasn’t looking forward to.
He pulled to a stop at a red light, then turned his head to give her a quick grin. Only one corner of his mouth tipped up, and in that instant, Sadie felt a flash of heat wash over her. Just like it had on their one and only night together three years ago.
“So tell me what you did in Houston.”
She eased back into the seat. “I did a lot of charity work. The Price family foundation is based in Houston,” she said with a lift of her shoulders. “And I served on the board of my father’s art museum.”
“You enjoyed that?”
She looked at him. “Yes, but …”
“But?”
“But, I always wanted to go into design. Landscape design, really.” She turned to face him. “Planning out gardens, parks, working with the city to fix the roads along the highways …”
When he just stared at her, Sadie stopped talking and shrugged. “It just appeals to me.”
“You should do it then,” he told her. “Go take classes. Learn. Doing what you love is what makes life worth living.”
The light changed and he drove on.
“Is that why you’re still a marine?”
He laughed. “There’s an old saying—once a marine, always a marine.”
“Yes, but you’re still active duty. Why?” She was watching him closely, so she noticed when his jaw tightened slightly. “You could come back to Royal, run your family ranch. Why stay in the Corps?”
“Duty,” he said simply. “It’s an old-fashioned word, but I was raised to take it seriously. My father was a marine, you know.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“We traveled all over the world when I was a kid. Finally settled here when he left the Corps, because my mom had roots here.” He glanced at her. “But when you grow up on bases, when you see what people are willing to give to serve their country … Well, it makes you want to do the same. And by doing my duty, serving my country, I help keep everyone I care about safe.”
She felt a sting of tears in her eyes and frantically blinked them back. Here he was talking about honor and duty and she had been lying to him for nearly three years. She was a rotten human being. She deserved to be flogged.
They drove
