Wild Cowboy Ways (29 page)

L
izzy's plan was to sneak inside the house, up the stairs and into her room. She could already feel the cool water from the shower, washing away the hot sex still lingering on her body.

Her plan did not work.

She hadn't even kicked her boots off in front of the hall tree when her sister Allie shot out of the kitchen, grabbed her by the hand and tugged her into the table, where the man she'd been in bed with not thirty minutes ago gave her a sly wink. Oh my God, how could her mother—standing right there—not notice the sparks bouncing around the room.  She was sure Allie's husband, Blake, also at the table, was picking up on something.

“Where have you been?” Allie accused. Lizzy braced herself. Allie never paused for breath when she got worked up.  And sure enough…

“I've called a dozen times and we were ready to start up a search and rescue party to find you. Mama says you've been puttin' in too many hours at the store. You've got to get out of this depression, Lizzy. Mitch isn't worth it. He's a sorry son of a bitch, but don't let him ruin your life. It's been over six months since that bastard left for Mexico. In fact, tomorrow is June first, and I declare it the day that you are moving forward with your life.” Allie paused to suck in some air and looked around at the other three people in the kitchen. “She's here. Get out the ice cream, Mama, so we can tell y'all our news.”

Lizzy pulled out a kitchen chair and melted into it. Droplets of water still hung from Toby's hair so he'd had time for a shower before he'd been dragged across the fence to Lizzy and her mother's house. If she hadn't had to run by her feed store for a late delivery, she might have already had time to clean up, too. But fate had not liked her in a very long time.

 Her mother, Katy, dipped ice cream into five bowls. These days she was less stressed, now that Granny was in a care facility in Wichita Falls that specialized in treatment and care of folks with dementia and Alzheimer's.

Allie, looked like she was about to explode with some kind of fabulous news. Her husband, Blake Dawson, had one of those smiles on his face that a dose of alum couldn't erase. And then there was Blake's brother, Toby, leaning against the wall, his rock hard body sending waves of desire shooting through her body like blasts of lightning. It wasn't fair that he could stand there all calm and collected while butterflies fluttered around in her stomach. Sweet Jesus! Why did he have to be right there in the room with her so soon after they'd gotten all slick with sweat on that twin-sized bed in the back room of her mama's convenience store?  

Allie and Katy carried the ice cream to the table and as luck would have it, Toby sat beside Lizzy around the table made for four people. His thigh pressed against hers and she had trouble concentrating on the ice cream, the excitement in her sister's dark brown eyes, her brother-in-law's grin, or anything else.

“We had the ultra sound done yesterday and it's a girl…” Allie reached for Blake's hand.

Katy's spoon hit the table with a thud.

Toby jumped up and hugged his brother across the table.

Lizzy felt as if someone sucked all the oxygen from her lungs and left her to smother to death in a grove of mesquite trees. It was exactly the vision she'd had for herself before her fiancé had run off with another woman.

“Oh, Allie, th-that's wonderful,” Lizzy stammered.

Tears filled Lizzy's eyes. As happy as she was for her sister, she couldn't help feeling a stab of jealousy that Allie now had everything Lizzy ever wanted. Then guilt set in and the tears flowed down her cheeks even worse. How could she ever be jealous of her sister who only wanted the same things that Lizzy did? Poor Allie's ex-husband had lied to her and left her feeling like less of a woman because she couldn't have children. It had taken years for her to get over it and now she'd finally found happiness with Blake in her life.

Lizzy pushed back her chair and rounded the table to hug her sister. “Have you thought of names?”

“We had three boy names picked out, but now we have to do some rethinking,” Allie smiled.

Blake kissed her on the cheek and beamed.

A loud sob turned all their attention in that direction.

“Mama? Are you all right?” Allie asked.

Katy wiped at the tears with a paper towel. “I'm going to be a grandmother, and it's a girl. I wish your dad could have seen this day. He wanted grandchildren so badly.”

“Don't cry, Mama. He knows and so does Granny even though her mind is gone. They both still know on some level.” Allie reached over and squeezed her mother's hand. “I feel like I've been given miracles and magic. Blake and I are having a family and the doctor says there's no reason we can't have more children when we want them.”

Miracles and magic. Those two words played in a continuous loop through Lizzy's mind as she dipped into her ice cream. That's exactly what Lizzy wanted and she'd get neither if she kept fooling around with Toby Dawson.

Lightning zipped through the sky. Thunder sounded like it was rolling right over the top of Toby's travel trailer and the heavy rain pounded on the metal roof, drowning out Blue's whimpering as the old Catahoula dog cowered beside his bed.

Toby laced his hands behind his head and tried to make sense of what he'd gotten himself into. He'd met Lizzy Logan back in the winter when he came to the Lucky Penny Ranch to visit Blake one weekend and wasn't real impressed with her. But then her fiancé broke up with her on the day of Blake and Allie's wedding and he'd felt sorry for the woman. So he asked her to dance. One thing had led to another, and by the time spring rolled around and he'd moved out to the Lucky Penny permanently, the two of them had just been waiting to combust. Now he and Lizzy were hot and heavy and out of hand, and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

He was flirting with the devil and feeling the blazes of hell. Sitting beside her at the table that night, pretending to be nothing more than acquaintances and knowing that they'd been between the sheets an hour earlier was downright crazy.

The travel trailer where he was living had a small sitting room and kitchen combination right inside the front door. The sofa made out into a bed that slept two people. A booth-type table could be lowered and cushions readjusted to sleep two more. The kitchen consisted of a single sink, microwave, two-burner cook top and a dorm-sized refrigerator situated underneath part of the cabinets. Beyond that was a bedroom with a double bed that took up nearly all the room and a tiny bathroom with a shower, potty and wall hung sink.

In the beginning when he and his brother, Blake, and cousin, Jud, had pooled their money and bought the Lucky Penny, the plan had been that they would all live in the ranch house until such time as Jud and Toby could build a place of their own. But then Blake got married and that changed everything. There was still a room in the house that Toby could use but newlyweds needed their privacy and truth be told, so did he. Living with Blake would be one thing; living with a new sister-in-law was a whole different ballgame.

Not that he didn't like Allie. No sir! She was an angel complete with a halo and wings, or maybe since she was a crackerjack carpenter, complete with a hammer and a buzz saw. She'd tamed his brother, who had the reputation for being the wildest cowboy in Texas and that took someone with special powers for sure.

When the storm moved on, his cow dog, Blue, scratched his ear and then headed toward the trap door in the floor beside the sofa and disappeared down under the trailer. The old boy didn't like being cooped up except when it thundered. He wasn't a bit afraid of a full-grown Angus bull and between him and Shooter, Blake's dog, they could herd cattle with the best of the dogs in the state. But when it came to thunder, poor old Blue wanted to lie on the foot of Toby's bed until it ceased.

Toby heard a noise and thought that Blue had changed his mind and was on his way back inside when suddenly a body appeared in his bedroom door. Adrenaline pumped through his veins as he shot into a sitting position and wished to hell that he wasn't strip stark naked under the covers.

“Toby, are you asleep?” Lizzy whispered.

“Lizzy? Dammit! You scared me,” he said. “I thought we agreed this was too close to the house for us to meet here.”

She sat down on the edge of the bed. “We need to talk.”

“Oh?” He switched on the reading lamp attached to the headboard. If there were four words a man ever dreaded more, he wasn't sure what they were.  “About what?”

Her eyes locked with his, but she immediately blinked and looked away. “Toby, I'm not this person. Before you moved to Dry Creek, I was going to marry a preacher, for God's sake. I've never been a wild woman who fell into bed with a guy she'd just met.”

“I know that you don't trust men after what Mitch did…”

She held up a palm. “It has nothing to do with trust. Mitch was a rotten apple down at the bottom of a barrel. That doesn't mean all the other apples have to be rotten. Some of them might taste real good so it wouldn't be fair to judge them by the rotten one. Trust isn't an issue.”

“Then what is it?”

“It's just…when Allie…what we're doing...”  Damn, this went a lot better in her head when she practiced on the way over. She took a deep breath. “Toby, we have to stop this. I want kids and maybe someday a place big enough they can have freedom to run and play. You are a player, a damn hot cowboy, but you aren't interested in settling down and I am. So let's not waste each other's time.”

“Blunt, aren't you?” He gently turned her chin so she was looking into his eyes. “Lizzy, I was well aware this was rebound sex from the first time.” His mouth curved up in a saucy grin. “And I'm still happy to help you practice in the hot sex department until you find your Mr. Wonderful.”

“You aren't even my type, but I'd be lying if I said it hasn't been fun.”

“And you damn sure aren't mine,” he said.

“What is your type?” she asked.

“No strings. Likes to party, drink beer, dance in old honky-tonks and after my famous breakfast-after-sex the next morning, she goes on her way.” He tried for a flip tone and hoped she couldn't hear the catch in his throat. He didn't even know why it was happening. It wasn't like he'd miss her after a mere three weeks.   

“Well, then I guess this is good-bye, Toby,” she whispered.

“Can't be. We'll see each other every day probably.”

“Then it's goodbye to the sex,” she said.

He wiggled his dark eyebrows. “Unless you want one more time to seal the deal.”

She stood and moved to the door. “It sounds inviting, but if I fall into that bed with you tonight, my gut tells me we'll never end this.”

“Hey, I told you what my type is, so before you go tell me what you want in a man,” he said.

She tucked a damp strand of hair back into her ponytail and pulled the hood of her sweatshirt up. “Someone who loves me for who I am, not what he wants to change me into and someone who wants the same things I do. Who'd just as soon sit on the porch and hold hands as go dancing in a honky-tonk. And who wants a yard full of kids and who isn't afraid of hard work.”

“I hope you find him,” Toby said.

“Thanks for the good times, Toby.”  She paused. “You helped more than you know.”

“Does that make me a therapist?” In truth he didn't want her to leave. But he couldn't make the commitment she wanted in asking her to stay either. The thought of settling down put him in flight mode.

“Maybe it does.” She smiled again. “See you Sunday after church. I guess dinner is at our place.”

“Lizzy…” He swallowed hard.  “Thanks for being honest with me.”

She slipped out the door and Blue found his way back up through the trap door to stretch out on the rug in front of the sofa. Toby shut his eyes, glad that she'd made the first step. God, he hated it when women cried, which was probably the reason he didn't let himself get roped into relationships. Toby Dawson was a player, plain and simple, and he had just dodged a bullet.

Lizzy let herself into the house quietly and went straight to her room. She heard the rattle of glass as her mother unloaded the dishwasher, but Lizzy didn't want to talk to or see anyone that night. Especially her mother.  Mama would've immediately sniffed out the lie, and the house would have exploded if Lizzy had admitted that she'd been screwing around with Toby Dawson almost every day for three weeks.

It was nothing short of a miracle that they hadn't gotten caught.

Already the rumors were hovering like buzzards waiting for roadkill. From day one, the Lucky Penny couldn't buy an ounce of good luck and everything that happened on the ranch was fodder for the gossip. Half the folks in Dry Creek, Texas, were hoping that Blake and his family joined the long list of folks who failed at trying to make the Lucky Penny a profitable ranch. The other half were rooting for the three Dawsons—Blake, Toby and their cousin, Jud, who would be joining them in the fall.

Lizzy pulled off her boots, kicked them somewhere close to the closet door and changed into a faded nightshirt that she pulled from last week's laundry still tossed in the rocking chair in the corner. Cleanliness was a virtue, according to the Good Book, but neatness was not mentioned. Unlike her sisters, Allie and Fiona, Lizzy must have been out chasing butterflies or playing with baby lambs when they passed out neatness because she didn't get a bit of it.

She fell back on the bed, legs dangling off the side and head nowhere near a pillow. Staring at the ceiling with nothing but the small bedside lamp to light the room, she let the past run through her mind again for the hundredth time since Mitch had called to tell her he loved another woman. He and the preacher's daughter had decided to become missionaries and he would preach at the little church they'd gone to Mexico to build.