noticed.”
“This week my house will be furnished. I’d like you to have some input.”
“Don’t count on me. I’m too confused to know what I want. If you desire a good old fling, I’m your girl. Commitment to anything scares me.”
“We’ll see if I can’t change your mind. I can be very persuasive.” He kissed her and let her go. “Get to work, woman. The sheriff is paying you good money.” Grinning, he sauntered out the door.
Chapter Five
Sam drove to the airport to meet Grace. He tramped through the terminal and stopped to read the gate number where she’d be arriving. Number six was to the right. The plane moved into place just as he got there.
He waved at Grace. Then he noticed a tall, black-haired man steering himself around the crowd and walking off at a brisk pace.
“Was that Gab Forrester?” Sam asked Grace as she got up to him.
“In the flesh. I was surprised when he boarded late and went to first class. He didn’t see me sitting back with the ordinary people.”
“Give me your bag. Do you have any checked?”
“No, that’s it. I have some clothes at home.”
They started walking toward the exit. “Why didn’t you fly first class?” Sam asked. He glanced down at Grace.
“Why waste the money?”
“When have you started worrying about spending money?”
“The man I’m dating is an accountant. He’s very smart and practical.”
“Oh my, what a match.”
“Don’t say anything. You told me on the phone the other night that you’d fallen for someone the whole family felt wasn’t right for you.”
“True, I won’t say another word, but I’ll warn you, Mom might.”
“I don’t intend to discuss my love life with her.”
“You, me, and Sylvia are going to Wagon Wheel tonight for dinner. So dress up and be ready by six. I’m picking Sylvia up around six thirty.”
Grace leaned her head back and closed her eyes. Sam knew she was giving him the signal she didn’t want to talk anymore. She might act like seeing Gab again after several years didn’t bother her, but the guy had broken her heart, and Sam had wanted to punch him out. Grace wouldn’t let him. I wonder what has brought him back to Frontier City and how long he plans to stay?
When he parked at the ranch house, he shook Grace’s shoulder. “You really were asleep. Been burning the candle at both ends?”
“When you’re on the bottom of the pile in importance, you get all the lowly jobs and get to work late. If you have a social life, it comes afterward.”
“Do I detect a little of the shine has gone off of living in New York?”
“I’m tired. I’ll get over it. There’s Mom at the door.”
Grace got out and ran into her mother’s arms.
Sam waved and headed to his new house. While in town today he’d bought a few items. He parked and got out the extra-large sleeping bag, towels, and a cooler filled with ice and the food and drinks he’d gotten at the local grocery. His refrigerator wouldn’t be delivered for a few days yet, but he did have electricity. If all went well tonight, he’d bring Sylvia back here, and they’d camp out inside.
He walked by the large fireplace in the living room and went into the master bedroom. Light-blue carpet had already been put down. He spread the sleeping bag on top of it. In the master bath he hung the white towels. The smaller fireplace, in the wall facing the bed, was stocked with wood and ready to light. The scene was set. All he needed and wanted was Sylvia.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt so anxious and hungry to make love to a special woman. I guess not since Camille. The others had been for fun, but he never got serious. He always put them out of his mind when they weren’t around. They hadn’t haunted him like Sylvia did.
He glanced at his watch. He’d better get ready and pick up two of his favorite girls, his mom made three.
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Sylvia heard the door open and looked around expecting to see Sheriff Grady