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That served another purpose when the conversation turned to the possibility of another child.
Mr. Reynolds was indifferent to the subject.
Mary added another plate to the stack.
She went to the coop first and watered the chickens.
A trip back to the house to drop off the eggs revealed a house still silent.
Carmen sat with her hands clutched together tightly as the plane taxied out to the runway.
She came to the airport with him.
For the remainder of the trip to the ranch, Alex remained in a good mood.
Alex walked in and closed the door to the other bedroom.
She sank to the bed.
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Felipa tipped her head to the side, as if she was considering that information.
He said they as if the horses belonged to the ranch hands.
Felipa left them to their family outing and returned to the house.
On the way back to the house, Alex offered to take them to the gulf for a family outing.
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According to the invitation, the party will be held in the main entrance near the Christmas tree.
Felipa led Carmen to the top of the stairs.
A tall young man tapped his shoulder and Alex surrendered her to the second dance of the evening.
They must have been close, and yet, to the best of her memory, Alex had not spoken of Gerald.
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You don't have to go to the trouble.
She had to grab it to keep it from falling to the floor.
Carmen found Alex relaxing in a chair next to the bed in their room.
He stood and walked over to the window, staring out it absently.
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After breakfast, they all retired to the entry room and gathered around the tree to open presents.
There will be one from each of us to the other, and then a couple for the children from Santa.
He stopped thinking about the past and his gaze seemed to come to the present.
When she got to the room, Alex was sitting on the love seat reading a newspaper.
He glanced up and smiled when she came in, his gaze drifting from her to the door.
He closed the door and walked around to the other side.
Surely Alex wasn't blind to the manipulation going on with intent to keep him in Texas.
When Alex lowered her to the ground, she jerked her hand free and marched off to the house.
Carmen avoided his hands, turning to the closet.
The problem was how they were both reacting to the situation.
Later as she lay awake beside him, listening to the sound of his breathing, it occurred to her that they had fallen into the pattern of making up by making love.
Señor Medena said goodbye to them at the house, but Alondra and Felipa rode with them in the Limousine to the airport.
He had the background and the education, but he obviously didn't have the inclination to adjust to the one being forced on him.
I need to go to the bathroom.
With Alex back at work and Jonathan at school, her attention turned to the nursery.
Why would a good looking wealthy man move to the country, become a veterinarian and marry a country hick?
Actually, what I said was that no one got to the point that they couldn't use more money.
He looked uncomfortable and his gaze shifted absently to the cabinets.
A cold wind tore at her hair as she stomped across the courtyard and out to the chicken coup.
Carmen carried the basket of eggs to the counter beside the sink and watched as Alex took the lid off the roasting pan.
Finally he arched one brow and turned back to the roast.
Katie stood and carried the pan of potatoes to the sink.
Carmen took her to the doctor, but he said there was no cure for the common cold and not to worry about it.
We're going to take Destiny to the hospital.
Carmen sat in a chair next to the bed and prepared for a long night.
Jonathan helped her feed and water the animals and then she took him to the hospital with her.
I've spoken to the school and you can take the bus from there.
She threw the covers back and went down the hall to the stairway.
Climbing the unfinished stairs she opened the door to the new room and looked around.
Have you been listening to the weather?
Carmen could hear her crying all the way down the hall to the elevator.
There was no good way to say it, so she might as well get to the facts.
They did another x-ray this morning and the infection has spread to the other lung.
Carmen grabbed a tissue from the table next to the bed and wiped Destiny's nose.
Señor Medena colored and stepped over to the window, looking out.
Carmen led Felipa to the cafeteria and bought her lunch.
When she and Felipa returned to the room, the doctor was there.
Señor Medena would take care of him and see that he got to the hospital if he needed to go.
At the end of January, Princess gave birth to the first foal on the ranch that wasn't sired by Ed.
By the time she got back to the barn, little Adora was already scrambling to her feet.
When she was close enough to the house, she ran to the courtyard and slipped in through the back door.
Finally he came back to the house and put his gun up.
Together they went to the kitchen and began putting the food in serving bowls.
When Alex returned to the table, he sat in the chair Carmen held for him.
As his fingers traced a warm tingly path to the back of her dress, hers traced his lips.
She started to get up so she could lead him to their bedroom, but he tugged her back down to the window seat.
From his square-toed boots to the white shirt tucked into indigo jeans, his lean frame was something to admire.
She followed him to the table and sat opposite him, waiting for him to open the subject.
Color crawled up his neck and his gaze shifted to the coffee mug.
The trip to the airport and the flight to Illinois were both uneventful, the hotel accommodations better than they could have expected on such short notice.
The nurse turned to the door.
With every step up to the office where Señor Medena waited, he dreaded the conversation.
Her response to the issue about a son was indication that she was ready to break from the past.
Behind it, sixteen cars were jammed together all the way back to the highway.
Officer Lathum met him half way to the car and lifted a bushy gray brow.
Lathum returned his attention to the tablet and snorted.
Quint nodded and turned to the patrol car.
Being around Lathum had opened his eyes to the number of people who deceive and are deceived.
A long train whistle sounded several times, adding to the dark mood of the evening.
And yet, she had honored her promise to go with him to the party the next night.
After adding a bottom border, she changed to the red icing.
They didn't make it to the restaurant.
When Len walked in, she was on her knees, clinging to the stool.
We're going to take you to the hospital.
I don't want to go to the hospital.
You need to go to the hospital, Lisa.
Nick was trying to wake her up so they could go to the mall.
Lisa dropped back to the bed.
Connie and Howard talked to the school, making arrangements for graduation.
She came to the doorway.
Thanks to the insurance, there aren't any.
I'm going back to the old place in the mountains.
She applied the brakes and the dust cloud caught up, cloaking the road so thickly that visibility was down to the front of the car.
Her first instinct was to scramble to the back of the bus and climb out.
When the spasms passed, she turned to the man she had nearly killed... the man who had helped give her that second chance.
Go up the hill and watch for cars so you can warn anyone before they get to the curve.
I'll ride back to the house and get my car and a chain.
A grinding noise jerked her attention back to the car.
Feeling dizzy, she stepped back and turned to the man hesitantly.
His skin was warm to the touch.
He walked around to the driver's side, ducking his head as he folded his long frame into the car.
All the same, he gently took her elbow and led her to the house.
Are you related to the family that...
Directing Connie to the house would be difficult, but Lisa could wait at the end of the drive.
Maybe Sarah or Giddon would take her to the little country store where the dirt road joined the highway.
The next morning she woke to the first ray of light through the window.
She ate in silence, wondering how she could manage the hike to the car.
A four wheel ATV was parked next to the porch and Giddon stepped over it, seating himself as he turned the key.
It must be nice having your land so close to the park.
The windows were all broken and the front end was smashed back to the windshield.
The agonizing memories ruptured to the surface at last, forcing a long overdue reaction.
By now she was so turned around that she couldn't have found her way to the ATV, much less the road.
He stepped around her and remained silent all the way to the ATV.
Look what you've done to the poor girl.
In the shower, she lifted her face to the warm water.
Turning her face to the shower, she cried again.
Grabbing her clothes and the towel, she took them to the laundry room.
He shrugged, returning his attention to the coffee in his cup.
He gave her a strange look and nodded as he lowered his frame to the sofa.
She was committed to the job.
When Connie continued to watch her dubiously, Lisa dropped to the bed and sighed heavily.
But when she asked Giddon to give Connie his phone number, he looked suspiciously from one of them to the other.
He gave undue attention to the road.
He braked and pulled the car to the side of the road.
He turned back to the wheel, chuckling.
Silence escorted them to the house.
Giddon paid no attention to the three at the pool, patting Diablo's nose and talking softly to him as if no one was around.
He dropped the saddle to the ground and slipped a halter over the horses' nose.
Her head was tipped to the side, resting on her tiny shoulder.
She pulled the lawn chair into the shade under a tree and stretched out, closing her eyes and simply listening to the birds.
Allen swaggered over to the pool, a conceited smile on his handsome face.
He gave Allen a last threatening look and stalked off to the house.
She changed into a sleeveless blouse and shorts, wondering as she did so if he would object to the shorts.
Part of her hair was still damp due to the volume.
She gave her attention to the glass she was rinsing.
Giddon went back into the building and Lisa made her way through the darkening woods to the spot in the drive where she had entered.
His long fingers traced her jaw to the hair on the back of her neck.
Waiting until Yancey disappeared down the path, she walked over to the desk.
Announcing that she was mailing a letter didn't seem wise, so she walked down to the mailbox.
A sharp pain shot through her ankle and a cry escaped her lips as she dropped back to the ground.
I don't need to go to the doctor.
I don't want to go to the doctor.
Lisa struggled out of the chair and limped over to the sack of groceries.
In fact, why don't you take her to the doctor?
I don't need to go to the doctor and I'm not an invalid.
She felt somehow drawn to the picture of a frail looking girl with dark eyes that looked out hauntingly from a delicately beautiful face.
Lisa returned her attention to the picture, her pulse quickening.
Determination was her motivation to stand up to the bully.
He nodded and returned his attention to the steep hill.
When you're riding an ATV you can cover more territory, and the animals have grown used to the sound of them.
You'd see less wildlife if you were walking - making more frightening noises to the animals.
Finally his big hands left her waist and moved to her shoulders, working out the stiffness in them, and then on to the back of her neck.
They had to get away from here - back to the house where there were other people.
He started walking over to the car.
Of course, Howard had talked to Len – even given him instructions to the Giddon house.
Yancey noticed the movement and followed her gaze to the man.
She followed him to the front door and looked up at him inquisitively.
He tipped his head to the side.
She walked slowly back to the kitchen.
Enough time to walk back to the building.
She tipped her head to the side and smiled at Lisa.
You gave Howard access to the checking account.
Don't cling to the first thing you see.
Maybe she shouldn't go back to the Giddon home.
A vague trail led up the side of the mountain to the bluff.
As much evidence as there was to the contrary, she couldn't believe Yancey was involved in drugs.
He turned and marched off to the house.
Her gaze wandered to the path to the building.
The sun made long shadows of her figure as she walked to the house.
Pulling a robe over her nightgown, she tiptoed down the hall and silently opened the door to the patio.
She pulled her arm free and hurried to the house.
Leaping on the bed, which was now in her room at the Giddon home, she bounced up to the window.
Jumping from the bed, she dressed quickly and went to the kitchen.
Yancey was the first one to the kitchen.
More likely it stemmed from the fact that she had not gone to the house yet.
I'm going to go to the house this evening and get a few things.
Maybe that was what the dream was about – shifting from one family to the next.
When Sarah learned of her plan to go to the house and pick up some things, she insisted there was no reason to stay.
Allen had come to the house before she asked Howard to check on Yancey.
As he opened the door, a police car pulled up to the curb.
They both helped her to the chair.
Why don't you come down to the station and file a report.
I'm glad you came, but I'm sorry to put you to the trouble.
I'll follow you back to the house.
Pulling into a well lit empty parking lot, she parked the car to the side.
She leaned into his kiss, completely surrendering to the arms that surrounded her.
Without looking back, she dashed to the house, past a startled Sarah, and then to her room.
She walked stiffly to the closet, deciding quickly on a pair of blue jeans and a light shirt with a collar that would hide most of her neck.
When she decided Yancey wasn't around, she started down the path, keeping close to the trees without breaking her promise not to wander in the woods.
Cautiously, she crept up to the door and peered around it, jerking her head back instinctively when she spotted Yancey unlocking a door to an inner office.
She paused, allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim light.
She dropped the cloth and moved to the next object, which was obviously a painting.
The man came right to the point.
He carefully picked up the box and Yancey followed him out to the car.
She waited until Yancey came back in, but he only locked the door to the office and left, closing the door to the building.
She waited for him to get a little way down the path before she slipped from her hiding place and went to the door.
Glancing around to see if Yancey was gone, she spotted him disappearing around the bend, on his way to the house.
She carried a chair to a spot that wouldn't be visible on a course from the path to the door, and sat down.
He was walking down the path, back to the building.
He knew she was not in the chair, but he had no way of knowing she had been to the building.
She forced herself to walk, not run, back to the house.
After several rings, it went to the message.
She glanced out the window and saw Yancey was almost to the house.
She walked by him to the car, mustering up a voice that approached normal.
Don't go back to the house.
Look, I'm going to go back to the house and pack my things.
Lisa opened her door and motioned to Yancey, who immediately returned to the car.
Yancey didn't get out, but he did wait until she had her car started before he turned his car around and headed back to the house.
He glanced at her and then turned his attention back to the can in his hand.
Tammy was in the back seat asleep, so she carefully unbuckled her and carried her to the house while Sarah brought in the shopping sacks.
She sank to the bed weakly and covered her face with her hands.
He motioned to the others to follow and they all went down the path to the building.
The yellow skirt of her sundress was molded to the soft curves one side of her body by a breeze.
Each still held the final pieces to the puzzle they left behind.
He went straight to the driver's side of his vehicle.
Connie caught her breath So you were the one who told him how to get to the house.
I trusted you with that information and you gave it to the one person she didn't want to know.
She relaxed her grip on his shirt and allowed him to guide her back to the couch.
His gaze shifted to the doorway as Julia entered the room.
Let's get over to the Git 'N' Go and back.
Adrienne shook her head and turned to the kitchen.
She finished the last of the food on her plate and carried it to the sink.
Adrienne was acutely aware of Roxanne's attention to the conversation.
Once she was settled in the seat, he shut the door and walked around the car to the driver's side.
He was silent for a few moments and she thought he was listening to the radio.
Following a long drive that consisted of little more than two ruts worn by vehicle tires, they came to the Marsh ranch.
I want to take you out to the north pasture before we leave today.
Brandon should have told them, and when they finally made it to the barn, she said as much.
Julia and Rachel were looking forward to the event, and each had a boyfriend to drag along.
Still, Brandon insisted on driving her to the house.
Brandon stepped over to the stove and poured a cup of coffee.
We'd better get back to the apartment.
He led the way to the door, all the while muttering something under his breath about something being stupid.
That could be attributed greatly to the fact that she had avoided any relationships.
She gently tugged her wrist from his hand, searching in her purse for the keys to the apartment.
If only she could shout it to the world.
Mom said Dad hasn't been feeling well, and he won't go to the doctor.
He sure wouldn't go to the doctor then.
If he thinks there's no help coming to him, maybe he'll to the doctor.
Maybe you could even talk him into going to the doctor - or at least calling the doctor.
If his father was that ill, maybe she could encourage him to go to the doctor.
She leaped from her bed, the book falling to the floor unnoticed.
Without a word, he backed the car until they were close to the one that had pulled out in front of them.
Adrienne followed him to the other car.
Brandon leaned down and spoke to the woman behind the wheel.
He refused to go to the doctor.
Brandon, you're father died because he wouldn't go to the doctor.
She managed to make two 1-day trips to the ranch and Brandon came down to watch her graduate.
He went back to the ranch that night, saying that he had cattle to take care of.
On her next visit to the ranch, Adrienne arrived to find Mrs. Marsh busy cooking lunch.
The envelope had a mind of its own, and it drew her back to the coffee table - demanded that she tear it open and read the answer.
We'll get down to the details.
I talked to the school and they let me take the finals, since I was so close to completing school.
Some people get to the top of the ladder, only to find that it's leaning against the wrong wall?
They married a month later at a small church in Bartlesville and Adrienne moved to the farm.
She stared into her cup, not wanting to say anything that would add fuel to the torch she suspected he was carrying for her.
As far as she was concerned, he had relinquished his right to the ranch.
It brought her closer to the time when she could go back to the ranch.
Pete threw his feet over the wagon seat and dropped to the ground.
Pulling his Winchester from a boot attached to the side of the wagon, he walked toward her.
As they watched, the figures in the dusty heat waves finally became recognizable as cavalry - even to the naked eye.
Bordeaux casually lifted his gaze to the captain.
Winding the reins around the saddle horn, he shook out his rope and tied it to the bridle.
He gave the horse enough room to walk away from the wagon and then tied the rope to the wagon.
She pulled a handful of hay from under the tarp and fed it to the horse.
He told me to stay close to the wagons.
She grabbed a handful of the Bay's mane and swung to the ground.
After listening to the night for a while she fell asleep again.
She returned to the fire and found the men filling their bowls.
Bordeaux took her elbow in his hand and ceremoniously led her to the wagon.
She waited until the others were in their wagons and then slapped the lines to the backs of the mules.
Each day brought them closer to the time he would be riding away permanently.
The railroad was scheduled to reach Ashley soon and there would be no need for freighting goods to the little town.
Four more days and she would go back to the ranch.
Fritz and Royce were squatted close to the fire, probably not wanting to get far from the food.
The confusion was partly due to the fact that everything was happening so fast and partly because she had never responded to a man that way before.
Pete's attention was darting from one of them to the other.
She gasped, clinging desperately to the whip.
The single word spoken by Davis held a tone that silenced Royce like a slap to the mouth.
He shrugged and offered her a hand up to the wagon seat.
Good, now stick close to the wagons.
Pete walked back to her, signaling to the other men to join them.
She dropped to the sand as a hail of bullets whistled above her head.
Since his back was to the danger, he was unaware when the man gunned the engine and started to drive towards him.
She dropped her head back to the blanket.
If something happens to the rest of us, I want you to ride as fast as you can to Ashley.
He dropped to the sand and crawled the rest of the way to the top, peering over the edge before he motioned for her to continue.
He carried it a short distance from the others and dropped it to the sand.
Cassie could feel them all watching her as she settled to the ground.
Let's get back to the others.
They shouldered the full canteens and, picking up their rifles, started back to the camp.
They climbed the dune and kneeled close to the top.
The sand stretched out before her, their tracks pointing to the escape route.
It will be easier for a while until we get to the Lava fields.
The horse finally came into view and she slumped to the ground in relief.
He led the horse around and they left the ravine, traveling at right angles to the path the Indians had taken.
He paused and pulled a weed from between some rocks and fed it to the bay.
But the black rocks sucked the heat in and held it close to the earth.
Bordeaux stepped from behind the rock and called to the Indians.
Then he motioned to the others and pointed up at Bordeaux, speaking in guttural tones.
Having no way to refuse, she followed him to the campfire of their host.
He handed the glasses to the chief and spoke to him in their language.
He swung the bay around and left her to the townspeople.
Fritz is down to the store gettin' supplies, and Davis is sleepin' in the hotel.
He took his horse to the stable.
He led her to the restaurant and they took a table, ordering supper and exchanging stories.
Cassie felt the warmth of the sun as her cloud descended to the ranch.
Did Bordeaux actually love her or was it a contrived affair to get her back to the ranch?
A side-glance led her gaze to the startled eyes of Bordeaux.
Darting down the stairs, she ran to the stage office, arriving as the driver was preparing to climb into the seat.
Cassie turned her face to the window.
I told him I wasn't going back to the ranch.
Carmen tried to shut them out by thinking about something else, but her mind kept going back to the same thing.
With every mile they traveled closer to the ranch, her anxiety increased.
She'd rent a horse at the livery in the morning and ride out to the ranch.
Tom, could you get this young lady's luggage and take her to the restaurant?
Cassie clung to the seat to keep from falling out of the lurching buggy as Bordeaux took them out of town at a run.
He could put her in the buggy and he could forcefully take her to the ranch, but he couldn't make her look at her father or talk to him.
He turned and stalked back to the buggy.
Climbing aboard, he slapped the reins to the team.
She ran to the horse and lifted her skirt high enough to get a foot into the stirrup.
Galloping to the head of the team, she reached out to grab the halter on the lead horse.
She threw her leg over the horse and dropped to the ground in a swirl of skirts.
Finally he drew back and slid her over to the seat beside him.
We were captured by the Comanche and sold to the Apache.
Darcie couldn't stand the gossip and rude behavior in every town, so she finally went back to the Indians.
Cassie went back to the ranch to live with her father and the twins until their wedding day.
She moved to the counter without writing anything down.
If all their conversations in the three months he had been coming to the diner were put together, it was doubtful that they would make a respectable paragraph.
Promptly at nine, she removed her apron and crossed to the table where Cade sat nursing his fifth cup of coffee.
She slid into the opposite bench and let her gaze drop significantly to the cup in his hand.
He shifted his attention to the lighted street.
Adrena tipped her head to the side and studied Cynthia thoughtfully for a moment.
Your boss says you're the best thing that ever happened to the diner.
She tipped her head to the side reflectively.
She led him to the back room where her things were piled and then resumed her last hour of work at the diner.
This would be one Saturday she wouldn't have to crawl out of bed and get ready to go to the diner.
To the left was a tall narrow window, bare to the coldness of the room.
The sting of his cool hospitality was quickly replaced with awe as she turned back to the room.
They trekked back down the hallway to the family room and then into a spacious kitchen.
A small round table and two chairs were placed in a corner near the doorway to the family room, providing a view of the fireplace.
Opening her door quietly she carried her shoes to the kitchen before putting them on.
Three empty bedrooms were closed off to the heat, as well as a full bath that looked as though it hadn't been used in years.
At the end of the hall, a steep set of stairs led to the attic.
I grew up thirty miles to the north.
He strode to the door, clamped on his hat, shrugged into his coat and left the house without so much as a good-bye.
She removed the book from the shelf and opened it to the dedication page.
She lifted the chair and ignored his offer to carry it to the kitchen for her.
He followed her to the kitchen.
Donning a heavy coat and some rubber boots that she found in the entry closet, she battled the storm to the shed.
She stumbled to the door.
She crunched through the snow back to the house and removed her coat and boots before entering the living room.
She dropped to the floor in front of the fireplace and crossed her legs.
She shifted her attention to the fire and rubbed the beginnings of a crick from her neck.
The horse snorted and sidestepped, letting her fall to the ground.
She hobbled to the edge of the creek.
Suddenly strong fingers began working her shoulder muscles, delightfully descending to the muscles on either side of her spine.
She breathed deeply of the clear air and listened to the sound of the creek darting over rocks - swirling against its banks.
Somewhere in the distance, a Meadowlark called, its melodic song adding sweetness to the smell of wild roses.
She finished her sandwich and drank some coffee, shoving the thought to the deepest recesses of her mind.
Lunch finished, they mounted and started back to the house.
Of course, it would be more profitable for the ranch if I culled those animals by taking them to the slaughter house.
Thankful for the change of subject, Cynthia launched into a description of her latest conquests with the cat, again tucking that nagging doubt to the back of her mind.
Like the way his broad shoulders swayed so gracefully with each step as he strode to the corral - or the way he lounged in a doorway, coffee in one hand, one long leg thrown carelessly over the other.
So far she had never mentioned her excursions to the attic, but when things got too dull around the house, she went up to explore.
He crossed to the sink.
He gave his attention to the food in his plate.
She scooted her chair back without responding and went to the laundry room where the pie was cooling.
As she re-entered the kitchen, he watched her cross to the table.
Mary, on the other hand, was vocal about her opinion of Cade, even to the point of stating that he would be the greatest catch of the century - no doubt, even an exaggeration in Mary's mind.
His question brought her to the present and she glanced up sharply, warmth crawling up her neck again.
He pushed his chair away from the table and crossed to the family room doorway.
He sauntered to the stove and poured himself another cup of steaming coffee.
She moved to the sink and turned on the water.
Instantly strong arms scooped her off the ladder and lowered her safely to the floor.
It all happened so fast that she didn't have time to think, only to cling to the one solid thing she could find - Cade.
He could always find another maid and she could go back to the diner.
She crossed to the window and stood watching another majestic sunset.
She tugged the curl from his hand and turned to the old piano as a diversion tactic.
A brow quirked and he motioned to the bench.
She was attached to the arm of good-looking man wearing a business suit.
She carefully laid out the food in an attractive manner and retired to the kitchen.
She quietly crossed to the kitchen and put some water on the stove for coffee.
Scruffy limped to the bowl and she kneeled beside him.
By the end of the second day, she had adapted to the guests and felt completely at ease - a state that Claudette apparently wanted to shatter.
When Dad died, he left this Ranch to his wife and stepson and his fortune went to the rest of us kids.
Claudette turned her palms to the air.
As far as I'm concerned, good riddance to the ranch.
She staggered on legs of rubber and he lifted her to the counter, sitting her in front of him.
His jaw muscles worked as he spun on one heel and marched to the outside door, slamming it as he left.
She turned to the stove to prepare supper and Claudette left the room.
Finally he pushed away from the wall and crossed to the table.
He washed and bellied up to the table, proving his statement as he delved into the food.
He followed her to the family room and made sure she was safely lying down before he left.
Of course, if he was already going to the store to get something...
She put the things in her bathroom and was returning to the bedroom when Cade knocked on her open door.
The next day Cade worked close to the house - trying to keep an eye on her, no doubt.
Why don't I pack a lunch so we can go down to the pond for a picnic?
He stood and walked to the edge of the pond.
A low rumble brought her attention to the horizon.
She turned to go back to the house and realized she wouldn't be able to make it before the storm caught up with her.
The storm kicked up dust behind them, but they managed to beat it to the corral.
He returned to the kitchen after a few minutes in dry clothes, his hair freshly combed.
She threw the covers back and dashed to the patio doors, staring outside.
Get to the lowest story, in a central location away from hallways and windows.
A dark form hunkered before the fire, feeding small twigs to the flames.
He turned his attention to the fire and tucked another piece of bark into the bright coals.
Feeling rejected, she nodded and moved to the couch.
When had he changed from the unattractive older man she met in the diner to the good looking young man who now lay beside her?
Half an hour later, her eyes swollen and her chest sore from sobbing, she turned her face up to the warm water in the shower.
In a few more weeks she could make a routine visit to the doctor.
Yet, when the smell of bacon lured him to the kitchen, she found herself wishing he would address the subject.
Had he given himself to the wrong woman?
Was he hinting that she should give more attention to the exterior of the house?
She pushed the door open and hurried to the sink.
When he returned to the kitchen, she was still staring absently into the refrigerator.
She reluctantly relinquished the kitten and watched him retrace his steps to the barn.
He hated cats, but he carried the kitten all the way to the kitchen and back simply to show her one.
She smiled wistfully and turned back to the table.
She squirmed and he lowered her to the floor.
He lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, gently lowering her to the bed.
He stood and carried his coffee cup to the sink, pouring out the remains.
If she went back to the diner she would be lonely and broke.
She carried her plate to the sink.
Cade brought his dishes to the sink and paused gazing down at her, but she refused to look up.
He turned to the stove, pouring himself another cup of coffee and leaned against the counter, watching her thoughtfully as he sipped the coffee.
He went to the rake.
It was a good thing Cade was with her, because she had no idea how to get back to the house.
Cynthia dropped to the couch and held the cool rag to her face as a new wave of nausea clutched her stomach.
She wiped a table and turned to take the dishes to the kitchen.
He slammed the door and strode purposefully around to the other side, jerking the driver's side door open.
And then she saw the note clipped to the adoption form.
I stopped by to see her on my way to the store.
So after a cab ride to the airport rental agency, we escaped the fumes of Manhattan on an August Friday noon and joined the city escapees heading north.
The two women adjourned to the front porch to cut green beans and shuck corn.
He's only here until Sunday night when we drop him off in Boston for his flight back to the west coast.
I followed Quinn down to the water's edge as the women waved from whicker rocking chairs on the wide verandah.
I get the hint this Ronnie and Howie don't dance to the same fiddle player.
Is he going back to the priesthood?
No one ever thought he'd return to the living.
Howie put his knuckles to the side of his head and closed his eyes.
Quinn, sensing his wife's discomfort, changed the subject back to the game.
Martha was already on the stairs when I returned to the room.
We shook ourselves dry on the porch and returned to the warmth of the cabin.
He nodded and crossed to the window and stared out at the rain.
She didn't mention any trips to the country.
Today, we leave this rustic life and move to the city.
My first visit to the infamous room was disappointing.
As Betsy and I climbed the stairs to the lab room, Howie laughed nervously.
All such concerns flew away likes ducks going south when he returned to the room.
The love of my life moved to the edge of her chair.
I opened the door to the questioning looks of the ladies.
The four of us retreated to the first floor, amid a rain of questions while he remained upstairs.
Martha knocked over her chair as she rushed to the kitchen.
None of us admitted to the possibility that the visions were real visits to the past.
Across the lake, the beginning glow of from the late summer sun broke through the low clouds, signaling an end to the rain.
Howie extinguished the light, went directly to the small bed and turned to the wall.
I badly had to pee and I beat her to the downstairs bathroom.
The exchange was a stark testimony to the incongruities of man versus woman, and the pending adjustments of our marriage, looming ahead.
He came up to the cabin the week before he was leaving for the seminary, four or five years later.
He may have spent time there or read about the place; we only had his word to the contrary.
I'll try my luck closer to the seashore where the scenery is as fair as the little ones I seek.
I drove and contributed minimally to the conversation.
Betsy pulled to the side.
Howie bounded out of the car and crossed to the newer side of the street where he had a better view of the few older buildings that remained.
I go back to the late 1940s.
He would cab to the airport in the morning and return to California.
We gave only limited thought to the upcoming session as our pre wedding trip and plans took precedence in our hectic schedule.
Due to the closeness of the neighbors, I was fearful of noise causing Howie problems.
Howie remained silent during verbal our exchange, looking form one of us to the other, content to let us orchestrate the production.
When I rose and asked if we were ready to begin another session, he was eager to join us on our trek to the basement.
Quinn was finishing removing the plans and I helped hauling them to the attached garage.
I still won't buy these apparitions are trips to the past.
It was the first occasion the dream took place close to the present time; less than four years ago!
As eager as Betsy and I were to pursue our testing, we were out to the picture for several weeks.
A few hours later, Quinn would set the power source to the time and location, not informing Howie.
After that, it diminishes roughly in proportion to the delay.
Instead we speculated on what we'd personally do if we had this gift or curse and it proved to be a true trip to the past.
It was a beautiful morning and there was plenty of time to kill as Howie wasn't schedule to return to the house until late afternoon.
We traipsed up the stairs to the living room, a parade of zombies, each as stunned and speechless as the others.
He rose and went to the kitchen.
Betsy raced up to the bedroom and returned with her lap top computer.
Without a word, Howie crossed to the basement stairs, with Quinn close behind.
Once he did, he moved to the back yard where mother was pushing her gleeful young son on a large wooden swing set.
As soon as the mother entered the house, he pocketed the phone, scaled the fence at a low corner, crossed to the surprised boy in a few steps, and placed a rag over his face.
Betsy screamed, It's like if The Lord Jesus was standing here, writing a mother's day card to the Virgin Mary, you'd be sitting around on your asses discussing if it was really the month of May!
Yes, I was as eager as the others to hear results, but my mind shifted to the practical.
It was your notes that Ben conveyed to the tip line.
I jumped in to the discussion.
Howie remained intransigent in restricting his gift to the rescue children.
I put my arm around her and walked her to the bedroom.
Contrary to the others, my employment wasn't a career and frankly, I didn't enjoy what I was doing.
The number of choices available added to the confusion.
I used them a lot over the years, not always to the FBI liking which didn't help my career but I found they often work.