His dark eyes narrowed. “Do you want me to send Miss Turner over to spend the night with you?” he asked.
“No. I’ll be fine. Thank you,” she added jerkily.
He scowled. She’d been relaxed at the hospital, with Coltrain nearby. But on her own like this, with him, she seemed to grow thorns and barbed wire. It didn’t take rocket science to know that she was uncomfortable. He wondered if she was that way with other men.
“You’ve got our number,” he reminded her. “If you need us, just call.”
“Thank you. It’s very kind,” she said.
He drew in a long breath. “I have a hard time with relationships of any sort,” he said out of the blue. “My line of work puts off any number of people, especially when they realize that I carry a gun all the time, even off duty. I make them uncomfortable.”
She bit her lower lip. “I’m not used to people, either,” she confessed. “Granny and I keep to ourselves. I have little jobs that I go to,” she added, “and I have just a handful of casual friends. But nobody close.”
He cocked his head. “Is there a reason for that?”
“Yes,” she said simply. “But I don’t talk about it.”
She made him curious. He noticed that she was still wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, with a jacket. None of her clothing was new, and her loafers had torn places and scuff marks. She must budget like crazy, he thought.
“You like roses?” he asked, noticing the pruned bushes near the front porch.
“I love them,” she replied, smiling. “I’m especially fond of my Audrey Hepburn and my Chrysler Imperial.”
“A pink and a red,” he mused.
“Why, yes!” she burst out, surprised.
“I haven’t had much opportunity to plant bushes in recent years,” he said. “I might get back to it, now that I’ve got the ranch. It used to be a hobby.”
“I’ve babied these rosebushes since I was a little girl,” she recalled warmly. “My grandfather—he’s dead now—loved to grow them. He knew all the varieties, and he taught me. We were best friends. He died when I was nine.”
“I never knew any of my grandparents,” Garon replied. “They all died before we were born.”
“We?” she asked. “You and Cash?”
“There are four brothers,” he replied. “Cort and Parker are the other two. Cort runs our West Texas ranch with our father. Parker’s in law enforcement.”
“Was your dad a lawman?” she wondered.
“No. But our grandfather was a U.S. Marshal,” he said proudly. “I’ve still got his gunbelt and his old Colt .45.”
“My granddad was a horse wrangler,” she said. “But he got kicked by a bull and crippled. He retired and moved here with Granny when my mother was a little girl.”
“Your roots go back a ways here,” he said.
“Yes. It’s nice to have some.”
He checked his watch. “I’d better get home. I’ve got some paperwork to do before I can go to bed. Call if you need us.”
“I will. Thanks,” she added.
He shrugged. “It was a good cake.”
She smiled. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“Lock your doors,” he called as he got into his car.
“I will. Good night.”
He waved and drove off, but she saw him hesitate at the end of her driveway until he saw lights go on in her house. It was rather comforting.
SHE LOCKED THE DOORS and checked them twice. She checked the broom handles placed crosswise in all the long, old-fashioned windows to keep anyone from opening them. She checked her bedroom window four times. It was a ritual that she never skipped.
Her neighbor had surprised her by showing up at the hospital. He was a loner, as she was. She hadn’t liked him at first, but he did seem to have a few saving graces.
She put on her long white gown and brushed out her hair so that it swirled around her shoulders like a sheet of gold. She didn’t look into the mirror while she did it. She didn’t like looking at herself.
It was almost dawn when she heard someone knocking like crazy at the front door. She was sleeping in a downstairs room, rather than the old bedroom she’d had on the second floor of the house. It wasn’t far down the hall. She threw on a thick robe and paused to look out the small square windowpanes after she turned on the porch light.
She frowned. It was her neighbor, dressed and solemn. Her heart ran away with her. She could only think of one reason he might be here.
She opened the door with a little sob in her voice. “No,” she said huskily. “Please, no…!”
“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
“She’s…gone?”
He nodded.
Tears ran down her cheeks. She didn’t make a sound. She just looked up at him with her tragic face, crying helplessly.
He moved forward to take her by the shoulders. It was an invasion of her personal space that shocked, frightened her. She jerked nervously, but when his hands loosened and were barely resting on her, she relaxed suddenly and moved into his arms. She couldn’t remember a time in her young life when anyone had held her while she cried.
He smoothed her long, tousled hair with a big, gentle hand. “People die, Grace,” he said gently, using her name for the first time. “It’s something we all have to go through.”
“You lost your mother,” she recalled, sobbing.
“Yes.” He didn’t add that she wasn’t the only person close to him that he’d lost. He didn’t know her well enough to confide in her.
“Was it quick?” she wanted to know.
“Coltrain said she just took a little breath and relaxed,” he replied. “It was quick and painless. She never regained consciousness.”
She bit her lower lip. “Heavens,” she choked, “I don’t know anything about her burial policy. She went to the funeral home herself and filled out all the papers. She had a little policy…I don’t know where it is.” She wept again, liking the feeling it gave her to lean on him. She hadn’t ever been the sort to lean. He was warm and strong and right now, he wasn’t threatening.
“I’ll help you with that,” he said. “But you’re coming home with me now. Go upstairs and change, Grace. We’ll worry about the arrangements tomorrow. Which funeral home?”
“Jackson and Williams,” she recalled.
“I’ll phone them while you’re getting dressed. I’ll phone the hospital, too,” he added before she could ask.
“I don’t know how to thank you…” she began, lifting a face torn with grief to his eyes.
“I don’t want thanks,” he returned. “Go on.”
“Okay.”
She turned and went to her room.
Garon watched her go with narrowed eyes. Coltrain had been emphatic about keeping an eye on Grace. He said that she was going to take it hard, and she’d need someone to watch her. The redheaded doctor had known her for many years. Maybe he just cared more than most other people did.
Garon