immediately put on the large sunglasses that covered half her face.
She opened the lobby door and walked right into a man. He caught her shoulders as she tottered on her heels and almost fell over.
“Thank you,” she said, looking up into the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Christopher Richardson … her high school sweetheart and the man she’d broken up with when her daddy had demanded it.
It had been almost fourteen years since they’d last seen each other and she … well, she felt as if no time had passed. Chris looked just as handsome as he had in high school and just as tempting.
“Macy. Some things never change and you get more beautiful each time I see you,” he said. There was more than a hint of irony in his voice.
She flushed, remembering how she’d dumped him all those years ago. “You haven’t seen me since high school.”
“True enough. When a woman tells me to hit the road I tend to do that and not look back,” he said. “What are you doing here?”
Should she apologize for what she’d done years earlier? She knew that she owed him way more than a casual “I’m sorry” though. “Um … I had an accident a few years ago,” she said. Dang it, why hadn’t she lied and said she was here for her charitable work with the Burn Unit.
“I heard about that. Are you okay now?”
She nodded. “Better every day.”
“And you, Mr. Big City, what brings you back to Royal?”
“My mom is in the hospital. But I’m back in Royal to bid on rebuilding the Texas Cattleman’s Club headquarters.”
“Oh. I think I heard something about how you’re in real estate like my father,” she said.
“I’m bigger than your father, Macy. In fact, Richardson Development is the biggest developer in Texas.”
“Wow,” she said. She didn’t know how to respond. Did he think that she’d be impressed—that she still measured people by their bank accounts?
So she changed the subject. “I hope your mom is okay,” Macy said.
She remembered Margaret Richardson as a very kind woman who thought Chris hung the moon.
“She’ll be fine. She has a recurring heart problem but the doctors are taking good care of her,” Chris said.
An awkward silence lagged between them. He was standing there in front of her looking very sexy and she felt bruised and battered.
“Where are you living now?” Chris asked at last.
“With my dad on our ranch.” It had been a hard time when she’d had the accident, and moving back to the ranch had been her only option.
“I never suspected you’d stay with your daddy, but I guess that makes sense,” Chris said.
“I moved back to town a little while ago,” she said. She didn’t have to justify her choices to anyone, but Chris made her feel as if she should explain.
“Go figure. I guess I always thought you’d find a nice rich boy and settle down,” Chris said. He rubbed a hand through his shaggy blond hair and gave her that charming grin of his that made her want to melt.
“I did. But he ran away when I proved not to be the Texas beauty queen he’d hoped for,” she said, and thought she didn’t sound bitter at all.
“Loser,” Chris said.
She laughed. “He was a very respectable man from a good family.”
“If he couldn’t make you happy then he’s a loser. I always loved your spirit.”
“Why, thank you, Chris. I think you are just what the doctor ordered.”
“While I’m here, I could use the insight of someone who’s been living here. Maybe you can tell me a little about what’s going on at the club. Would you join me for dinner tonight?”
She thought about it for a minute, but she knew she wanted to go. “I will. If you’re lucky I will introduce you to the next president of TCC, Ms. Abigail Langley.”
“I’d heard all the wives and daughters were campaigning for Abby. That’s the kind of information I need before I put in my bid to do the development,” Chris said.
“We are. It’s about time women had an equal stake in the Texas Cattleman’s Club. My father and his cronies aren’t sure what they are going to do. It completely threw them when Abby’s husband died and for the first time since Tex Langley founded the club a hundred years ago they didn’t have a male-Langley heir as a member. That’s the only reason Abby’s an honorary member.”
“That’s not my fight. I’m just the developer they’re thinking of hiring. What do you say to six-thirty? If you’re staying with your dad, I have the address.”
“Sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.”
Macy walked away very aware that Chris was watching her. The confidence she lost when Benjamin left her was finally coming back. She wanted to pretend that it was because the last of her surgeries was over, but she knew that it was because of Chris.
Chris Richardson had been on the high school varsity football team, which had made him something akin to a god in the tiny town of Royal, Texas. And it hadn’t taken Macy too long to set her sights on him. She was used to getting what she’d wanted back then, so he was hers just as junior year ended. They dated over the summer and through homecoming, but then her father had put his foot down.
Harrison Reynolds didn’t want his daughter dating a boy whose dad worked for the oil companies instead of owning one. A man who wasn’t a member of the Texas Cattleman’s Club, ensuring his son would never be one either.
Looking back now, Macy wished she’d been a different sort of girl and had maybe stood up for Chris. But she hadn’t been and she wondered sometimes if the accident was what it had taken to really shake things up for her.
One thing she knew for sure was that she’d never really gotten over him and she was glad he was back in Royal.
Chris watched Macy walk away. The sway of her hips and those gorgeous legs going a long way toward reminding him why he’d gone after her in high school. It hadn’t mattered to Macy’s dad that he was a star wide receiver back then, because he came from the wrong side of town.
But today he was here to visit his mom and to do a little work on the Texas Cattleman’s Club project. It was one of the most exclusive luxury country clubs in Texas. Only families with the right pedigree and the right amount of money could get in. And Chris’s working-class dad hadn’t provided either for Chris; though today he had more than enough money to buy himself a place in Royal’s exclusive club.
He took the elevator to the sixth floor and asked at the reception desk for his mom’s room. He walked down the hall to her room and opened the door to see her sitting up in her bed watching TV.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Chris!
