There was a really huge older home that anchored the town at one end. It had a green roof with turrets on each corner and a sign that read Adela’s Apartments. Amanda studied the structure with interest. What would it be like to just walk in there and rent an apartment? Start over?
Crazy. She was thinking crazy and she knew it. It had been one thing to pretend she was running away from her life when she was coming here for a job, but this—this was simply a daydream, and it was too much. She was not the kind of person who ran away. At least not for good. She would get her head on straight. She would.
Yet it was as if Wyatt Turner’s stormy scowl had burned its way into her head.
She wondered if he’d slammed the door after she left. Something about the man intrigued her, despite his easy dismissal of her. Maybe it was simply that she hated to see anyone in pain. Maybe it wasn’t the man himself that kept her attention but the fact that she knew she could help him.
She could help him if he’d only give her the chance.
The man had to want her help. There was no getting around that. She couldn’t force anyone to accept her. Especially a man like him! She bit her lip and stared at the rooster weather vane sitting on the top of one of Adela’s turrets. No seesawing or riding the fence for him. Jonathan came to mind and she cringed. Jonathan had probably known his mind long before he’d finally spoken it. Maybe if he’d have cut her loose early like Wyatt had she wouldn’t be hurting so much right now.
At least Wyatt had been honest with how he felt. For that she admired him—even if he did need her.
A squeaking door sounded behind her. “Norma Sue, are you or are you not going to come out tonight and see my moon lily?” a woman said.
“I told you I would, but you were too busy running your mouth in there to hear me.”
Amanda turned. Two women were coming out of the diner. They looked up from their conversation and stopped short when they spotted her.
“Hello there,” the one who’d just been accused of running her mouth said. She had bright red hair and was wearing a daffodil-yellow capri set.
“Hello,” Amanda said.
“Honey, you look a bit dazed. Are you all right?” the woman called Norma Sue asked. She was a robust, strong-looking woman with wiry gray curls and a big wide smile that spread all the way across her face.
“Being dazed is understandable when folks first look at all these wild colors. It tends to make people’s heads spin.”
“Now, Norma Sue, we don’t know that this is her first time to see Mule Hollow—”
“Esther Mae.” Norma Sue stared in disbelief at her friend. “Have you ever seen her before?”
“Well, no—” The redhead looked at Amanda sheepishly.
“Then there you go. She’s as new to Mule Hollow as that calf I had born this morning.” She directed her hazel eyes back at Amanda. “Tell her this is your first time to our little metropolis, isn’t it?”
Amanda smiled, liking these two on the spot. “First time.”
“See, I knew it was!”
“I’m Amanda Hathaway.” She held up her right hand like she was swearing in at court and said, “And yes, I am new in town and I love it. I was just admiring the colors.”
Both ladies grinned as she let her hand fall.
“It does attract folks—kind of like red flowers attract hummingbirds. I’m Esther Mae Wilcox, by the way, and this is Norma Sue Jenkins.” She leaned forward slightly as if telling a secret. “She’s my sidekick.”
“Ha! Don’t believe a word of it,” Norma Sue huffed.
“She’s my sidekick.”
It was easy to visualize these two getting into all kinds of trouble.
“What brings you to town?” Esther Mae asked. “Are you here looking for a cowboy?”
The statement took Amanda by surprise, even though she knew the background of the town. She said the first thing that came to mind. “I don’t know, do you have some for sale?”
“We don’t sale ’um, but we sure do give them away at the altar,” Esther Mae volleyed back.
“To the right women,” Norma Sue added. “You need one, don’t you? I don’t see a ring on your hand.”
Amanda glanced at her finger where three weeks earlier there had been a ring. She blinked hard and stilled the sudden rolling of her stomach.
“Honey, you okay?” Esther Mae asked.
“Y-yes, I’m fine.” Meeting two sets of curious eyes, she pushed the jab of pain back into the corner of her heart where she’d barricaded it. “Um, how exactly do you get these cowboys to the altar?” she asked, a little too brightly. A vivid picture of Norma Sue behind them with a shotgun popped into her mind. “And is it legal?”
That got her chuckles from both women.
Norma Sue’s grin was wide. “Oh, the preacher makes it legal and the cowboys usually go willingly after a spell. Ain’t that right, Esther Mae?”
Esther Mae was watching her intently and Amanda feared she might have seen more than she’d needed anyone to see.
“Esther Mae, did you hear me?”
“Of course I did,” she said, her cinnamon brows puckered above alert green eyes. “So are you really telling us you haven’t heard about us?”
“No, I was teasing. I’ve heard a little about Mule Hollow.” It hit her that she had been teasing—it seemed like forever since she’d done that. She glanced at her ring finger, as empty as her heart felt. As her life was now. And yet she’d just teased these ladies spontaneously.
It was a good sign that maybe the entire trip out here hadn’t been a waste. “And no, I’m not looking to marry one of your cowboys. I came here from San Antonio for a job I was supposed to start today.”
“A job?” Esther Mae cooed. “What job?”
Amanda’s stomach growled loudly, reminding her why she’d come to town. She slapped a hand over it.
“Whoa, girl, that’s not good.” Norma Sue grabbed her by the arm. “C’mon, Esther Mae, we’ve got to get this young’un inside the diner and fill that stomach up with some of Sam’s good cooking.”
Esther Mae scooted to the door. “While you eat, you can tell us what job brought you to our neck of the woods.”
And just like that Amanda found herself being escorted into the diner by her new best buds. One thing was certain, this trip had been anything but boring. She might be headed home in an hour, but today—though disappointing in that she’d been dismissed basically on sight—she felt better.
“So you know about our little advertisements for wives?” Norma Sue asked.
“Yes, I don’t think many people, at least here in Texas, haven’t heard about it. My boss reminded me. I had forgotten about it when I first got my assignment, but I read a few of Molly Jacob’s columns back when they started.” Molly was a local newspaper reporter who’d begun writing a column about the goings-on of the little town that advertised for wives and it had been syndicated across the country. She enjoyed reading, but the column had taken a backseat to her always-full work schedule, training for the marathons she loved to run and…then, the connection she’d finally found with Jonathan. As soon as the thoughts of him came she pushed them away, refusing to go there.
“Then you know gals