“Are you saying your father holds out some hope of a reconciliation?” Dennis asked, unable to believe it. Sarah hardly ever mentioned Willie, and when she did, it was with disgust for the things he’d done.
“He still loves her,” Calla blurted out. “He told me so himself.”
“I see.”
“No, you don’t,” Calla cried. She turned toward the house and jerked open the screen door. “If it wasn’t for you, I’d have a real family.” Then she glared at him with such fierce animosity Dennis felt as if he’d been slapped. “I hate you. You’ve ruined my entire life.” She whirled into the house, slamming the door hard enough to shake the front windows.
Dennis waited for the anger to wash over him. Calla’s, plus his own. So much for clearing the air. She hated his guts. Furthermore, she lived in a fantasy world in which he was the villain.
Not knowing what else he could say or do, Dennis walked over to Sarah’s shop. Luckily she wasn’t in the middle of a class, but he could tell from the way her eyes shifted away from his that she wasn’t pleased to see him.
“Hello, Sarah,” he said, standing just inside the doorway.
She nodded; however, she didn’t return his greeting.
“I have a question for you.”
“All right,” she said, but she stayed on the other side of the room. He understood her need to maintain a distance. It was necessary just then for both of them.
“Is there any chance of you reconciling with Willie?”
Her head shot up and she laughed shortly. “No!” The vehemence of her response told him everything he needed to know.
“That’s not what Calla thinks.”
She continued to stare at him, her eyes narrowing. “You talked to Calla? When?”
“Just now.”
“What gave you the right to talk to my daughter about my marriage?”
“I didn’t. I came to talk to her about you and me.”
That apparently wasn’t the answer she wanted to hear, either. She closed her eyes, mouth tensed, as if trying to hold back her anger.
“You don’t think I should be talking to Calla? Is that it?”
“She’s my daughter.”
“I know, and she hates me. I wanted to find out what I’ve done that’s so awful she doesn’t want anything to do with me. Or worse, why she doesn’t want me to be with you.”
“My daughter is my concern.”
“I’m not telling you how to raise her,” he said. “All I wanted to do was set things straight.”
“And she told you there’s a chance her father and I will reconcile?”
He nodded.
“Stay away from my daughter, Dennis.”
“Fine, if that’s the way you want it.” He didn’t know what terrible crime he’d committed. “Do you want me to stay away from you, too?” he demanded.
She didn’t answer.
“Do you?” he asked a second time. “You say the word and I’m out of here, Sarah. I’m tired of ramming my head against a brick wall. It hurts too damn much.” He wasn’t a man who raised his voice often nor did he easily lose his temper, but he’d reached his limit with both Sarah and Calla.
“Don’t do this,” she pleaded.
Her voice was so soft he wasn’t sure he’d heard her correctly.
“Don’t do what?” he burst out. “Don’t want a life with the woman I love? Don’t want to share my days and nights with you? Don’t want children of my own?” He was still too angry to lower his voice.
“Dennis…”
“You ask too much.” Shaking his head, he walked out of the store and headed back to the service station, his heart as heavy as his steps.
Maddy checked the printed directions to the Clemens’ Triple C cattle ranch as she crossed the highway over Juniper Creek. On the spur of the moment, she’d decided to leave Jeb’s ranch for last. Driving to the Clemens’ spread first meant going out of her way, but she didn’t mind.
Her practice run a week earlier had helped her figure out the unfamiliar country roads. As before, she marveled at the beauty of the landscape—the pastureland, the wheat fields recently shorn, the row upon row of glorious sunflowers, ready for harvest. Birds were everywhere, their song a perfect counterpoint to the visual delights all around her.
Maddy looked forward to meeting the Clemenses. So far, every conversation with Bernard Clemens had been by phone. He’d mentioned his daughter, Margaret, in passing and Maddy was particularly eager to meet her. Lindsay never had. It seemed the Clemens property was an equal distance between Buffalo Valley and Bellmont, and Lindsay assumed that Margaret usually did her shopping in Bellmont. Still, the housekeeper had faxed Maddy a long supply list earlier in the week, obviously interested in her new delivery service.
Turning down the dirt roadway, Maddy could see a large two-story white house in the distance, an impressive-looking place with a pasture out front where three sleek horses grazed. The outbuildings were well maintained, too. Unaccustomed to farm and ranch living, she couldn’t identify all of them, but in addition to the huge red barn there appeared to be a grain silo and several other structures, including a foreman’s house and a bunkhouse. She might not know much about country living, but she knew the Clemenses had money.
No expense had been spared. Everything about the ranch spoke of prosperity and abundance, unlike most of the other farms and ranches she’d visited earlier in the day.
She parked her Bronco, and by the time she’d climbed out, a young man was strolling briskly toward her. He wore jeans, a plaid shirt, chaps and a cowboy hat—what seemed to be the uniform of a rancher.
“Can I help you?”
Maddy frowned, noting that the man’s voice sounded feminine.
The cowboy raised wide expectant eyes to her. “I’m Margaret Clemens.”
“You’re Margaret?” Maddy said aloud before she could stop herself.
Margaret removed one glove and boldly thrust out her hand. Maddy shook it briskly.
“I’m Maddy… Maddy Washburn,” she muttered, embarrassed that she hadn’t concealed her shock a little more effectively.
Margaret swept off her hat to reveal short cropped hair. Then she wiped her brow. “You the new grocer?”
Maddy nodded.
“Welcome to Buffalo County.”
“Thank you,” Maddy managed to say. “Actually, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you.”
Margaret set her hat back on her head. “Me?”
The question flustered Maddy even more. “Well, you know, we’re both women, and close in age and… well,” she faltered, afraid to say anything else.
Margaret let loose with a bull laugh and slapped Maddy hard on the back. “I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, too. You seem a bit… surprised.”
“You aren’t exactly what I expected.”
Thankfully she didn’t take offense at Maddy’s honesty and instead responded with another deep laugh. “Guess I’m not what most people expect. Come on inside and we can talk.” She led the way toward the house, stopping just outside