He made a sound, kind of like a laugh, but with absolutely no humor in it. “As of now, nothing. I want to take it slow, let him get to know me better before I go springing any big surprises on him.”
“Oh. Well. That sounds, um, wise.”
“Thank you,” he said, as if he didn’t mean it in the least. “So I’ll call him—a little later, this evening. I’ll ask him if he wants to come out to the ranch tomorrow, to ride Little Amos, swim, cook hot dogs, play with Fargo…” His voice trailed off.
She thought, sadness squeezing her throat, of that night a little over a week ago, that lovely night when she and Brody had gone to visit him, together.
That night seemed like eons ago now.
“Lori. You with me?”
With him? Not in the least. “I’m here. It’s all fine. Just fine.”
“All right, then. If he says yes to coming on out here tomorrow—” he would, and they both knew it “—I’ll have him ask you. You will agree.”
Irritation made her head throb harder. “I already said it was okay with me.”
“Good. And if he wants you to come, too, you’ll say you don’t feel up to it.”
She didn’t feel up to it. So that wouldn’t be a lie. She leaned back on the bed and shut her eyes. “Yes. All right.”
“If it goes well, tomorrow, I’ll ask him to come Wednesday evening, too. You’ll tell him that you don’t feel up to going Wednesday, either.”
She asked, though she knew she shouldn’t, “What if I do feel up to it Wednesday? What should I say then?”
“You’ll think of something, I’m sure.”
“I’m not going to lie to him.”
He did laugh, then, she was sure of it. A very mean laugh. “That’s a good one. Coming from you.” She opened her mouth to call him hardhearted—and then shut it. The remark had been cruel. But it was also the truth. She’d told a boatload of lies and it would only be lying some more to pretend that she hadn’t.
He said, “Any more objections?”
She lifted her hand and rested it, very carefully, on the bandage that covered her pounding forehead. “You sound like a lawyer.”
“That’s because I am one. I’ll talk to you Thursday.”
“Wait. I…” But it was too late.
He’d already hung up.
Monday, Lena and Dirk were set to leave on the twoweek honeymoon they’d postponed until Lena could be certain that her twin would recover. Lori was still upstairs in bed, with the curtains drawn, when Lena dropped in to tell the family goodbye.
“Mornin’.” Lena poked her head in the bedroom door. “Wake up, Sleeping Beauty. It’s ten o’clock and it’s too dark in here.” Lena bounced into the room and flung the curtains wide. Lori groaned at the brightness of the harsh morning light. “There, now, isn’t that better?”
“Not particularly.” Lori scooted to a sitting position, squinting her good eye as it adjusted to the brightness. Since the other eye was swollen shut, the morning glare didn’t bother it at all.
Lena dropped to the bed. “How you feelin’, hon?”
“Not so great.”
“We’re off to the airport in an hour. And you’ve got a real shiner there. All purple and swollen up. Not too attractive.”
“Gee. Thanks.”
“Get over here.” Lena held out her arms.
Lori went into them. “You have a terrific time, okay?” She gave her sister a good, hard hug.
“Oh, I will. Bahama-mama, that’s me. I can’t wait till Dirk sees this itty-bitty thong bathin’ suit I have bought. Oh, my, and the lingerie…I got a trunk full, been buying it for months now. Me and my darlin’ and Victoria’s Secret are going to have ourselves one fine ol’ time.” Lena took her by the shoulders and held her away.
Lori pulled back, met her twin’s bright eyes and thought how much she loved her. “You know…”
“Say it.”
“All these years, I thought you’d be so mad at me, when you found out.”
Lena shrugged. “Well, I probably would have been. Way back when. But now? Honey, it was so long ago. I look back and I don’t feel a thing—well, except sympathy pains. It must have been so terrible for you, on your own and pregnant, keepin’ that secret, having to tell all those lies…”
Lori sat up straighter. “I didn’t have to tell them. I chose to.”
“Well, you were seventeen and—”
Lori put up a hand. “Don’t make excuses for me. I’ve made too many for myself.”
The sisters shared a long look of perfect understanding, then Lena asked, “So what the heck’s going on with Tucker, anyway? Mama said he didn’t come by all day yesterday.”
Lori stiffened. “What did you tell her?”
“Relax. Not a dang thing. For once, I am keeping out of it. I told Mama if she wants to know about you and Tucker, she’d better ask you.”
“You’re the best.”
“I certainly am.”
Lori slumped back among the pillows. “As far as Tucker and me, I don’t know…”
“You should call him today.”
“I already did, yesterday. I tried to tell him I just want to talk about everything now, to get it over with. He wouldn’t listen. He says he wants me feeling good—when he lays into me.”
“Maybe that’s smart—that you wait till you’re feeling a little better, I mean.”
“Oh, Lori. This is bad. I mean, really bad. He’s so mad and he won’t talk to me. It’s awful.”
Lena gave her a chiding look. “Well, hon, you have to admit he’s got a right to be mad.”
“I know he does.”
“You just be patient, now. You’ll work it out.”
“I don’t know. I just don’t know…”
Lori stewed all day about whether or not she should be downstairs to greet Tucker when he showed up to get Brody. In the end, she decided against it. She looked truly terrible—her forehead, on the left side, beneath the bandage, was all black and blue, her left eye big and purple as a ripe plum. She just didn’t want him to see her that way. She knew he’d feel sorry for her.
She could do without his pity, thank you very much.
He showed up at five on the dot and whisked their son off in the back seat of a big black Cadillac. She stood in her bedroom window and watched the car drive away.
Four hours later, she was waiting in the same spot, watching for their return, with the window open a crack. At two minutes after nine, the big car slid up to the curb and Brody jumped out before the chauffeur could get around and open the door for him.
“It’s all right, Jesse,” she heard Brody say to the driver. “I like to open doors for myself.” The driver went back around the front of the car as Brody leaned in the still-open rear door. “Bye, Tucker. See you Wednesday…”
So, then. Wednesday was a go.
She knew it was