“I do.” Cameron Donnelly nodded. “In fact, I know he’s interested in you. He as much as told me so. He’s talked about you nonstop since the dance, you and this Mary Ellen. And I was thinking, well, if the interest ran both ways, it might be handier for the two of you if you were right there, on the spot, so—”
“So we could—what, fool around?” She’d realized what he was proposing. He had no inkling, of course, that she’d been thinking along the same lines. Some how it seemed a lot worse when it came from him.
Cameron had a strange look on his face. “I didn’t mean that, ma’am. Not at all. ’Course you are adults. No one would care much.” He shrugged broad shoulders. “I just figured, well, maybe you still liked him, and things might work out this time.”
“‘Work out.’ You mean, as in…forever? Love? Marriage? Kids? The whole nine yards?” Zoey couldn’t believe she was having this conversation. If Charlotte and Lydia could see her now. If Elizabeth could see her!
“That’s jumping ahead some, but as a matter of fact, yes, that’s exactly what I’m hoping. Ryan’s been at loose ends. He doesn’t have his heart in ranching, although he pulls his share. I’m not complaining. He’s got a good head for numbers. I believe he’s ready to settle down, maybe go into business on his own.”
“Move out?”
“Yeah. Get married, move out, start a family. He’s pushing thirty. He’s not a kid anymore. He sees a lot of women but nothing ever seems to come of it. Marty would like to move on, too. She feels kind of responsible for Ryan, though, and until something happens with him—” Cameron shook his head. “She’s always talking about going off and traveling with her sister.”
This was a very long speech for Cameron Donnelly, Zoey guessed.
“Sounds like you’re the one who needs the wife!” she quipped.
He flushed darkly and, remembering what Elizabeth had told her about his marriage, Zoey wished she’d kept her big mouth shut.
“No,” he said softly, looking away from her, to ward the window. “I’d hire someone to help me with my little girl, if necessary. That’s not the problem.”
Zoey felt like a heel. She took a deep breath and pasted a bright smile on her face. “So you’re thinking I might be a good prospect for your brother?” It was crazy even talking like this!
“You’d be a good prospect for any man,” he said seriously. Politely. “Definitely for my brother. It’s just an idea I had, ma’am—”
“Zoey.”
“Zoey.” He grinned, and suddenly Zoey had a completely different impression of him. Maybe he had a sense of humor. He was attractive when he smiled. Handsome, even. Well, after all, he was a Donnelly.
He put on his hat and stood. “You think it over and let me know.”
Zoey stood, too. “I have to be honest, Cameron, and tell you that your idea is quite far-fetched. I have a good life in Toronto. I’m here temporarily. Contrary to what you probably think, I’m not exactly desperate to find a man and get married…although, of course, I have an open mind.”
“Okay, forget the romance. Maybe it’s a dumb idea. The place is available, though, and Marty would appreciate the female company. If anything happens between you and my brother, well, it happens. Let’s leave it at that.”
“Fine,” Zoey said and he met her eyes directly. She had a strange sensation in her stomach, like she’d had when he’d laughed in Mr. Furtz’s store.
“Fine?”
She smiled. “You’ve talked me into it. I’m intrigued. I admit I had a crush on your brother in high school, but, that was ten years ago. Things change, right?”
His glance drifted from her face to her breasts, the hem of her jersey and lower. He seemed about to say something, but didn’t; instead, he opened the hall door. “Yeah, things change. What time shall I come for you?”
“Make it just after noon tomorrow. I’ll be packed up and waiting.”
“I’ll be here.” He put on his hat and nodded. He looked one hundred percent serious again. The steady older brother. “You can depend on me.”
CHAPTER FOUR
YES, ZOEY THOUGHT, leaning against the closed door after he’d gone. Yes, somehow she knew she could depend on Cameron Donnelly. Boring, steady, reliable. The kind of man you’d like on your side in a difficult situation.
Especially when you have something as difficult—ridiculous!—as rekindling a romance with his brother on your mind. Zoey moved, went to the window in time to see him cross the street and get into his truck. He didn’t glance up.
His proposition to her was probably just one more entry to be crossed off on his list this morning. If she’d said no, he’d just have moved on to his next item of business. It wasn’t as though he really thought she was perfect for Ryan, just that she was on the spot. An opportunity, that was all she was. A happy coincidence.
As she’d told the elder Mr. Donnelly, she was not on the hunt for a man to complete her life. But, on the other hand, she wasn’t averse to it either. Maybe Cameron was right. Maybe something could happen between her and Ryan.
As Elizabeth had told her point-blank a few days ago, she could do worse. She had done worse. Visions of her last boyfriend—hogging the conversation at parties, glancing in the rearview mirror to check his hair before getting out of the car—came instantly to mind. The worst of it was, she’d actually been prepared to put up with his vanity…until the day she’d caught him in flagrante delicto on his office sofa.
What did that say about her?
Ryan had been different, even at eighteen. Warm, loving, friendly. Considerate. And if it hadn’t been real love back then, it had sure felt like real love.
She remembered the agony when she’d first fallen for him, when he didn’t even know she existed. Then the utter delight that he’d chosen her—her!—to make Adele jealous and the overwhelming despair when he stopped calling. Endless tearful sessions with Mary Ellen, the quiet soothing voice of her mother, telling her not to take on so, there were as many men as there were fish in the sea. She remembered screaming that she didn’t want fish in the sea, she wanted Ryan Donnelly!
She’d never thought of looking him up again until that conversation at the Jasper Park Lodge last spring. But Mary Ellen’s invitation to return to Stoney Creek meant their paths were bound to cross. Fate? Maybe. Stranger things had happened.
If there was still a romantic spark that could be fanned to life, as Ryan’s brother seemed to think—who was she to take the high road?
They were all adults now, as Cameron had reminded her. Not teens anymore, wearing their hearts on their sleeves. Pursuing a flirtation with Ryan would be fun, she decided suddenly—fun and not terribly risky at all. Regardless of what came of it, no one would get hurt.
Either way, wouldn’t it be a knock-out story to take back to the Jasper Park Lodge reunion next year?
WITH THE VISIT from Cameron Donnelly, plus her determination to get through the first chapter of the Chinchilla manuscript, Zoey missed lunch entirely. At two o’clock, she decided to take a break and drive out to Edith Owen’s place, three miles outside town along the river. She grabbed a sandwich from a takeout deli and drove with the radio turned up full blast, singing along to Nellie Furtado as she drove.
Edith lived in a double-wide trailer on a big open lot. There used to be a small three-room log house in that location, long since demolished, where Mary Ellen had lived as a child. Widowed twelve years earlier, Edith Owen was remarrying, a surprise romance with her neighbor, a retired army man, according to Mary Ellen, a tireless fisherman and a lifelong bachelor.
Edith