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- Herausgeber: MC Two Press
- Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
- Sprache: Englisch
Enjoy this clean, small town western romance by award winning and bestselling author, Lucinda Race.
Can love flourish while danger lurks in the shadow?
For Polly Carson, working the land on a Montana ranch is a dream come true. No one knows she’s on the run, carrying a secret that could endanger the big eclectic family she’s found on the ranch. Not even the man who rescued her broken body from the bottom of a ravine recognizes her. He doesn’t know that it was him who brought her to River Junction in hope of finding a safe haven and a chance to start over.
Something about Polly draws Clint Goodman, foreman of Grace Star Ranch, like a bee to wildflowers. If only he could remember why she seems so familiar. She trips his trigger for sure, but he’s been burned before. He loves his job and his cowboy life, but women want picket fences and a man who doesn’t work weekends. But maybe a woman like Polly is worth taking a second chance.
Polly’s a strong woman with a deep inner strength. Clint, the strong silent type, loves and respects her fierce independence. But just as their slow burn romance is heating up, Polly’s past returns to threaten her future. As lies and secrets are revealed, no one on the ranch will be safe.
Hiding in Montana is the second novel in the Cowboys of River Junction Series, although each book can be read as standalone. A sweet and clean romantic story with a guaranteed happily ever after. Happy reading!
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HIDING IN MONTANA
CLEAN WESTERN ROMANCE SUSPENSE
COWBOYS OF RIVER JUNCTION
BOOK TWO
LUCINDA RACE
CONTENTS
Copyright
Author Note
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter One
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COPYRIGHT
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2023 Lucinda Race
All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Author Lucinda Race.
Editor Kimberly Dawn
Cover design by Jody Kaye
Manufactured in the United States of America
First Edition January 2023
Print Edition 978-1-954520-42-4
E-book ISBN 978-1-954520-47-1
AUTHOR NOTE
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Polly Carson stuck her leather work gloves in the back of her faded Levis. She sat back on her heels, surveying the row of tomato plants she had just mulched. Rubbing the ache in her lower back reminded her she wasn’t twenty anymore. Looking at her surroundings, she wouldn’t change life on Grace Star Ranch for anything in the world. Working the land in Montana had been a dream come true, and it put her in close proximity to Clint Goodman, the only man who made her heart skitter in her chest with just a smile. Not that he even recognized her. No one could. But she knew he had a good heart. What person would happen along, find a woman so badly broken that he’d stay with her, and even visit her in the hospital? She remembered little about those first days, but she remembered his voice, the deep dimples, and sable-brown eyes, and the way he talked about his home, Grace Star Ranch, had sounded like heaven on earth.
She touched her face, picturing her reflection in the mirror. The plastic surgeon had done an amazing job of putting her back together. The only scars that remained were on the inside. She shook off the darkness that threatened to obscure the July sunshine and stood up. This morning she woke in a cold sweat, her heart racing from the same nightmare she’d had for the last three years. She was running and her feet gave way, sliding down a rocky embankment. Helpless. Ending in a heap at the bottom of a ravine. But it hadn’t been a dream. It had been what brought her to this point, even though she remembered nothing after she had breakfast until they found her. Until Clint found her. Even now, her heart pounded in her chest as it tightened with the familiar panic. Taking several deep cleansing breaths, she reminded herself nothing would get done dwelling on the past. She knew better than anyone life could change in an instant.
The sound of someone calling her name interrupted her thoughts. Annie, the owner of the ranch and her boss, was headed in her direction.
“Morning,” she called out. “How’s things going out here?” She popped her hands on her hips and took in the massive garden. “It’s amazing what you’ve done in just a year.” She bent over and tore off a lettuce leaf, inspecting it, and then popping it in her mouth. “Nothing like from garden to mouth.”
Polly liked Annie. Her openness and willingness to listen and implement new ideas was just one reason working here was the best job she’d ever had. “The critters would devour the lettuce if we hadn’t installed that fencing.”
“I’m glad Clint and the boys could get it done before everything grew.”
Polly turned away so Annie couldn’t see her cheeks get pink at the mere mention of his name. “Chicken wire did the trick, that’s for sure.”
“Tell me, what’s the scoop with these tomato plants? They’re already a foot tall and deep green, nothing like what I saw down at The Trading Post a few days ago.”
“I grew these in the greenhouse. We’ve got a grape variety and ones that will ripen in our short growing season. Quinn’s already thinking about how many quarts he can process for the winter.”
Annie shuddered. “We just got over that season. I’m not ready to start thinkin’ about snow.” Her soft twang only came out occasionally, but Polly liked it.
With a soft laugh, she said, “It’s part of growing food. We need to think about the harvest and preserving it. Besides, we have a pleasant summer coming up since our spring has been warm. It’s a good indicator we’re in for a stretch of sunny days ahead.”
“Do you think you’ll have enough greenhouse space to grow even more for next year? With the resort having a soft opening in the fall, I’m hopeful we will book the cabins solid next summer.”
Annie had part of the ranch under construction with six family-style cabins and an expansion to the horse stable. Her plan was to add a dude ranch resort as an offshoot of the cattle business. Daphne, her friend from Boston, had moved out to run it.
“Not to worry, I’m using this year’s harvest as a gauge of what we’ll need to expand for next year. Feeding the ranch hands and preserving what we can is a part of the overall plan. You’ll need to decide how meals will run for the resort, are guests eating with the hands, or is there a separate dining hall? If Jed’s going to oversee everything, then he has ideas about the menu. I guess what I’m saying is, it’s an open-ended discussion until we know if Quinn is the head chef or if you are having two separate kitchens.”
Annie tapped her chin with her index finger and turned her head in the direction of the dining hall. “I’ve been putting off this conversation long enough. I’ll run down and talk to Quinn this morning. I was hoping he’d come to me and ask for the head chef job, but maybe he’s waiting for me to offer it.” With a shake of her head, she grinned. “He’s strong and silent like a few of our men around here.”
Polly instantly thought of Clint. He was the strong, silent type, steady as her heartbeat, well, until he occupied space with her, and then her heart thumped wildly. She really needed to stop crushing on that man.
“And you have a few raucous ones down there, too. Clint had Zak Dawson up helping with the fence and all he did was crack jokes.”
Her eyes grew wide. “Clint or Zak?”
Her cheeks grew warm. “Zak’s the funny man of that duo.” But Clint had the occasional one-liner that cracked her up, too. Not that she was about to tell Annie that.
“Zak’s a good man and even better with the horses. He probably tires of not having people to talk with, so he makes up for it.” Annie gave her a sharp look. “Clint’s got a good sense of humor. He just keeps it on the down low until he really gets to know someone.”
She dipped her head and looked at Annie. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”
“Hey, can you do me a favor before you head out?” Annie glanced back at the main house. “Mary’s a little tired today. Would you cut some lettuce and if there are radishes, harvest some for dinner tonight and drop them at the house? I have to run into town and I’d feel better knowing someone had laid eyes on her while I’m gone.”
“Is she alright?”
“If you ask her, yes, still running this place like my Pops were still alive. But she picked up a cold, and it’s settled in her chest, and we both know Mary, stubborn as a mule about resting. She’ll be down here when she gets ready to fix dinner, getting what she can and well…” Her voice trailed off.
Polly saw the tears well up and then get blinked away from Annie’s eyes. “Consider it done. Maybe we can have tea together and I can pick her brain about her success with the garden all these years.”
“I tried to tell her I’d”—she gave a sheepish grin and shrugged her shoulders—“well, Linc would cook tonight, but she insists on fixing supper.”
“My grandma was just like Mary, never wanting help. At least Mary’s relinquished most of the gardening to me. She even allowed me to work in her flower gardens.”
Annie placed a warm hand on Polly’s arm. “I really appreciate your patience with Mary. She’s the only family I have left.”
“We all love her, so stop worrying. I can pop in whenever for a quick glass of water.” She patted the small walkie-talkie on her hip. “And you can reach me anytime.”
Polly would do just about anything for Annie and her family. After all, if it wasn’t for the woman standing in front of her, Polly wouldn’t be living her dream or live in close proximity to the man who had saved her life. One of these days, she needed to fess up and tell him who she was and thank him.
“I got lucky when Jeremy introduced us at The Trading Post.”
Polly swallowed the lump in her throat; she knew exactly what Annie meant. It was a fresh start for both of them—Annie taking over the family’s ranch and her working at the ranch. They were both building a new life from the ground up.
“Hey, how often is a gardener given the chance to start an entire operation literally from just a patch of land and an idea?”
Annie shrugged. “Like every spring?”
“Nope, this land needed to be cultivated and coaxed back into life. We’ve added compost and fertilizer, turned in nutrients, and let the magic of nature work over the winter.” Much like her transformation as she worked the land, it restored her faith that the future was bright. She had left the withered version of herself on that hiking trail.
“You did the work.” Annie gave her a bright smile.
In more ways than just the plot of land in front of them. “Thanks, Annie. All I needed was the opportunity.”
Her smile grew. “Oh, look, there’s Clint and Linc.”
The two cowboys headed in their direction. Clint was taller and thinner than his boss, who was also Annie’s husband, but they both had dark hair and the muscles of a hard-working cowboy. That’s where the similarities ended. Linc’s smile was quick and easy, whereas Clint’s was slow and guarded. He was slowly getting comfortable around her, but it had puzzled Polly why.
“Ladies,” Linc said and pecked his wife’s lips. “I thought I’d find you out here, Annie.”
“Actually, I was talking with Polly about plans for next year, and then I’m on my way down to see Quinn.”
Clint gave Polly a half grin. “Gotta feel sorry for the cook. Once Annie says she’s gonna talk to someone, that means they’d best be prepared to make some decisions.”
Although her tongue felt like she’d trip over it if she spoke, she laughed and then said, “I think I’d been in that same position last year.”
He pushed his Stetson back on his head and gave her a rare, wide smile. “And look how that turned out. We’re now eating better than ever, thanks to your skills.”
She could feel the flush rise in her cheeks and she eked out, “That’s nice of you to say.”
“Wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.” Clint’s deep drawl made her toes curl in her work boots.
Polly could feel Annie’s eyes watching them as they bantered. She chanced a quick look, and Annie’s eyes widened with laughter. But it left her questions unasked. Polly was sure that would be a topic of conversation when they talked later.
“Linc, why don’t we head down to the dining hall? I think Polly was going to ask Clint for some help with something.” Annie gave Polly a sly wink and slipped her arm through her husband’s.
“Clint, after you’re done up here, can you stop down at the horse barn and check on things there? I have some things to go over with Annie in the office.”
Polly noticed the glint in Linc’s eyes and if she were to hazard a guess, this was part of Annie and Linc’s not-so-subtle way of playing matchmaker.
“You got it, and then I’m gonna check on the new calves. Doc Howard will be making a quick trip out later too.”
“Good.” Linc took Annie’s hand and with a smile in Polly’s direction and a curt nod to Clint, he said, “Take all the time Polly needs to get whatever done.”
When they were out of earshot, Clint stuck his hands in his front pockets and rocked back in his boots. He was studying Polly carefully. “So, how can I help you?”
2
Clint always had the vague feeling that he knew the woman standing in front of him. But he couldn’t quite extract the memory. Polly was beautiful—a little taller than the average girl, slender, probably from hard work in the gardens, long reddish-brown hair, and those hazel eyes. They held a hint of a smile in them, which tripped his trigger, that’s for sure. If only he could remember where he had seen her. It had plagued him for almost a year, so he was just gonna stop trying.
“Annie said you needed help with something?”
Polly chewed the corner of her lip and looked around the fenced-in garden. “Not at the moment. We were talking about the greenhouse. Maybe in a few weeks, you can see if one of the guys can help me build some new compost bins closer to the back entrance. Camouflage them from the future guests.”
That’s when Clint realized Annie put him and Polly on the hot seat. Why was it every time newly married people saw a couple of singles talking, they instantly thought of pairing them off? Like couples on Noah’s Ark. Maybe it was the sizzle between them. Heck, if Polly didn’t seem fazed by it, then maybe it wasn’t a big deal after all, just a one-sided attraction.
“Well, you know where to find me, and if everyone’s busy, I’m always ready to lend a hand if you need it.” He lingered, waiting to see if there was anything else she might say, but she remained silent. The uncomfortable silence weighed down on them. “I’ll take off now.”
Polly looked away and then back at him. Her eyes locked on his. “I appreciate the offer, Clint.”
The way she said his name was like a gut punch and an embrace at the same time, and it had been like this since the first day he’d helped her plow up the land and set the fencing.
“Anytime.” He strode away, but he could feel her eyes on his back. He stopped, looked over his shoulder, and strode back to where she was still standing.
“Polly, any chance you want to meet me some night at The Lucky Bucket for supper?”
Her eyes grew wide, as if she’d never been asked out for a meal before. “What about Annie?”
Where did that come from? “Are you saying I should ask Annie for dinner?”
“No,” she stammered, “She might have a policy against people sitting down and having supper together.”
That sounded like the lamest rejection he’d ever heard. “Like a policy for people who work on the ranch can’t date?”
She nodded, but she kept her wide hazel eyes locked on his. If he didn’t know better, he’d swear he saw a hint of fear in them.
“Are you saying if you knew for sure, you might consider it?”
She shrugged. “Maybe?”
That was better than an outright no. “I’ll talk to Linc and see what he says and I’ll get back to you. So think about it. Just a couple of friendly co-workers sharing a bite. No strings.” He threw that out there and saw a spark of something recede in her eyes. She couldn’t be afraid of him, could she?
“Great, thanks, and well, um, I’ll see ya around.”
He walked off in the direction of the horse barn, determined to find out if there was a no dating policy among ranch workers. And if there was, he was going to see what he could do to change it. There was something about Polly that drew him in like a bee to wildflowers.
Clint saw Linc walking in his direction and he was going to find out if Annie had rules for him dating Polly.
“Clint, why the serious expression?” Linc looked around the horse barn. “Busy day?”
“A mite. I’ve been rustling something over in my head, and I have to ask, does Annie have any rules about co-workers dating?”
“Are you talking about someone specific who might work for the ranch, or is this hypothetical?” He pushed the brim of his hat back and his grin grew wide.
His old friend was going to make him shoot straight. “I asked Polly if she wanted to meet me at the Bucket for supper some night, and she said there might be something that Annie had in place so we couldn’t.” He scuffed his boot and kicked a small bundle of hay skittering across the cement floor.
“Well, if she had, that rule was shot to the devil with not only us dating, but we got married to boot.” Linc clamped his hand on Clint’s shoulder. “I’d say you're safe to take the woman out.”
With a slow shake of his head, he said, “I’ll ask Annie just to be sure.”
“You really like this woman. I’ve never seen you get so riled up around a pretty face before.”
Hooking his thumbs in his belt loops, Clint leaned back against the wall. “From the first moment I laid eyes on her, I felt like we’d met, but I’ve racked my brain and come up with nothing. But the pull is still there.” This was unfamiliar territory for him. He dated but let no one get too serious, except for one time. He had a job he loved and he lived on the nicest ranch in Montana. He wasn’t about to let a woman change all that, and most wanted the picket fence, house with the sunny-yellow door, and a man who didn’t have to work weekends.
“I get it, Clint, and from this viewpoint, you got it bad for this woman.”
He nodded and felt his face fall. “That’s why I want to take her out, see what’s going on between us. I think she feels it too.” He wiped his hands down his legs. “Heck, maybe it’s just wishful thinking, but I’ve gotta try, right?” Out of all his buddies, Linc would understand what he was trying to say. When all hope was lost with him and Annie, they put their stubborn pride aside, talked, and found their way back to each other. They gave him hope he could have it all.
“I’m the first one to say go for it. I spent too many years not being honest with Annie and it cost us years together, so don’t follow my lead.” He pointed to the main house. “I know for a fact Annie’s in her office and her door is always open. Go talk to her and find out straight from the boss’ mouth that you’re free to date whoever you want, and that includes the pretty Polly Carson.”
* * *
Clint rapped on the doorjamb to Annie’s office. She looked up from the paper she was reading and put it down, a welcoming smile on her face.
“Clint, come on in.”
He entered through the glass door from the back patio of the house. He didn’t want to carry in any dirt. And also, he didn’t want Mary to know since she’d been poking at him all winter to cowboy up and ask Polly out on a proper date instead of mooning around the ranch. Her words, not his.
He swept his hat off his head and held it in his hands. “Got a minute to talk?”
She gestured to the chair opposite her. “Have a seat and tell me what’s on your mind.”
His gut tightened as he sat down. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything, but I was talking to Linc, and he suggested I come up.”
Her smile reassured him it was more than okay. “When I took over the ranch after Pops died, I said his long-standing open-door policy was going to remain the same with me and I meant it.” She folded her hands together and leaned forward and just waited.
It surprised him she didn’t have questions, but remained patient until he was ready to talk. But he wasn’t sure how to begin.
“Clint, I’m a firm believer that when you're struggling to share what’s on your mind, it’s best to start at the beginning.”
He swallowed hard. “You’re right. I like Polly.”
She smiled with a nod. “I might have noticed the looks between the two of you.”
Did Annie just say that Polly was looking at him, too? “Well, today, after you and Linc left us, I asked her if she wanted to meet me at The Lucky Bucket sometime. She mentioned you might have a policy against co-workers spending time together.”
To Annie’s credit, she didn’t grimace or laugh. “I appreciate you coming to talk with me, but I don’t believe in restricting who my employees date. But I would ask if you two decide to start something and it doesn’t work out to be professional when working together. But your personal life is just that, personal, to do as you wish.”
He felt as if an enormous weight had slipped from his shoulders. They were free to go out and spend time together. “That’s great. Thanks, Annie.” He stood up, and she held out her hand as if stopping him. He sank back into the chair.
“I’m not one to pry into anyone’s life. It’s just not my way. Take it at Polly’s pace. I get the feeling she’s been through some tough patches in her past and I want what’s best for you both.”
He toyed with his hat in his hands and nodded. He understood what she meant. There was something fragile in her eyes and the last thing he’d do was rush Polly into anything. “You don’t have to worry. I care a lot about her.” As he spoke those words, he realized just how accurate they were. He wanted to get to know Polly and have fun, put a smile on her face, and just live in the moment.
“You’re a good man and if Polly agrees to date you, well, you’re both very lucky.”
Now he stood up and grinned at his boss. She was a lot like her grandfather. “Pops would be proud of you, since I’m pretty sure he would have handled this conversation much the same way.”
She pushed her chair back and stood up. “Thank you. I’m trying to make him proud of me, even as he’s looking down on the ranch from heaven.” She tipped her head. “I’m curious. What did Linc say to you about dating?”
He chuckled. “Pretty much what you said, and he tossed into the mix that the two of you not only dated, but got hitched to boot.”
“I married a very smart man, but do me one favor and pick Polly up like a proper date. Don’t ask her to meet you there. And Clint, my door is open to all employees, and this wasn’t the first conversation I had on this topic today.” She gave him a knowing wink. “The last time I saw Polly, she was headed in the direction of the greenhouse.”
That was the only prod he needed. After saying goodbye to Annie, he strode out the door. He scanned the fenced-in garden and didn’t see anyone. It was then he noticed her old truck puttering down the road that would go past the main house in less than two minutes, and if he hurried, he could still catch her.
He rounded the corner and held up his hand to flag Polly down. She stopped the truck and put it in park before the driver’s window was cranked down.
“Hey, Clint. What’s going on?”
He jerked his thumb toward the house. “I just talked to Annie and I’m about to ask you a question for the second time. Will you have dinner with me at The Lucky Bucket?”
3
Polly knew Clint would seek her out as soon as he discovered dating was back on the table. It was all she had thought about over the last few hours. The silence seemed to weigh heavy between them and she knew there was only one answer she wanted to give. She just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. “I’d like that.”
His face lit up like the midday sun. “That’s great. When? Thursday night?”
Her thoughts raced. That would give her two days to come up with the perfect outfit for a casual dinner with a drop-dead gorgeous man. “Sounds good. What time should I meet you there?”
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to pick you up. My momma would have a fit if she knew I was taking a beautiful woman out for dinner and she drove herself.”
Did he just call her beautiful or was it a slip of the tongue? “Sure, I live out on Dry Creek Road. At the south end of Main Street, you take a left.”
“I know the area; how’s six?”
“That’d be nice. My house is the log cabin with deep-green shutters. It’s the only log cabin, so I’ll be easy to find.” Her heart skipped, but she plowed ahead. She had gone this far; she might as well get his number too.
“Why don’t you text me your cell number and that way we can reach out if something comes up?” Not that there was anything that would stop her from going out to dinner with Clint. This was something she had wanted but thought would never happen.
He withdrew his cell and handed it to her. “Why don’t you put your number in and call yourself?”
“Efficient. I like it.” She flashed him a grin and tapped her digits into a new contact and then dialed her cell so caller ID would register his number too. Once that was accomplished, she handed him his phone. “Alright, well, I’m gonna head home. It’s been a busy day.”
He took a step back from her truck and tapped the open window. “Drive carefully.”
His heart-melting smile made her insides tingle. She fluttered her fingertips in a wave before she put the truck back into drive and pulled away from him. Looking in her rearview mirror, she could see him watching her leave, and he lifted his hand in one last wave before she went around the bend in the long driveway.
Once Clint was out of sight, she exhaled and then squealed with delight. She had a date and she couldn’t wait. She glanced at the clock. In fifty hours, he’d be picking her up. The first thing she had to do when she got home was check her closet for the perfect outfit.
* * *
Polly looked in the mirror again. After trying on four different outfits, she settled on a Boho turquoise floral dress and brown cowboy boots. She added a heart-shaped turquoise necklace and large hoop earrings. The question she had was whether to leave her hair down or pull it back in a clip. Then she thought of the faint scars on her neck from a tube inserted after her accident and left it down. Better camouflage. Tonight was not the night to reveal her accident, which would only lead to more questions. That could cause this budding friendship to wither and die before it even had time to take root.
A sharp rap on her door snapped her out of the oppressive secret. She put a smile on her face and called out, “Coming!”
Clint was standing on her wide porch dressed in snug dark blue jeans, a crisp butter-colored shirt, and he held his hat in his hand. His gaze roamed from her eyes to her toes and he smiled appreciatively. “Evening, Polly. You look beautiful.”
By the sparkle in his eyes, he thought she looked pretty good. “Other than the wedding, this is probably the only time you’ve seen me in a dress.”
“It looks real nice, too.”
“I’ll just get my bag and we can leave.”
He held out a brown paper sack. “I brought this for you. I know flowers are traditional for a date, but since you take care of the gardens, I thought you might have some here.” He glanced at her yard. “I was right. I hope you like ice cream.”
She opened the top of the bag and saw, in fact, there was ice cream and more. With a soft laugh, she asked, “What all is in here?”
“Fixings for banana splits, complete with nuts and whipped cream.”
He beamed. She couldn’t help it, so she took a step toward him and barely brushed her lips against his cheek. “Thank you. This was very thoughtful and completely unexpected.” She bopped her head in the kitchen's direction. “Let me put this away and we can go.”
Clint stood on the porch and never crossed the threshold while she hurried into the other room. In record time, she put everything in the freezer and refrigerator. When she came back out, he was still standing on the porch.
“Why didn’t you come in?”
He looked her directly in the eye. “You didn’t invite me.”
Clint stated the reason so simply she was taken aback. “I’m sorry; that was rude of me.”
He gave her that smile again and said, “Don’t worry. When you do invite me in, you won’t have to ask me twice.”
That made her heart race with all that his statement could imply. But she was sure by the smile that filled his face and warmed his eyes she would be perfectly safe.
The door opened and Clint waited until she stepped onto the porch before he pulled the heavy wooden door closed tight. She put the key in the lock and made sure it was secured.
“I’m ready if you are?”
With his hand placed lightly in the curve of the small of her back, they walked to his truck and once again he held the door and offered his hand to help her inside. She never realized he was such a gentleman, a far cry from her ex who said unless she had a broken limb, he was never holding a door for her. His logic. No one had ever held a door for him.
Her smile dipped and Clint said, “Is everything okay? I only have one vehicle.”
Now she felt like a jerk. This was their night, not for her to relive another unpleasant memory. “No, the truck is fine. I was just remembering something I had forgotten about.”
Doubt remained on his face.
“Really, Clint. I will never lie to you, so when I tell you something, you can trust it.”
He closed the passenger door and jogged around to the driver’s side. “I’m hoping the Bucket won’t be too busy tonight.”
She appreciated his attempt to lighten the mood. The last thing she wanted was her past to intrude again. The ghosts were supposed to be vanquished. She had certainly spent enough time with the psychologist when she was in rehab after her discharge from the hospital.
With a laugh, she said, “All ready to get the night over with?”
“Oh, gosh, no. Not at all. I just didn’t want you to have to wait.”
He turned quickly to look at her and hopefully he’d realize she was trying to joke. “Clint, if they’re busy, maybe we can sit outside? Annie mentioned they had a few tables along the front.”
His face visibly relaxed and now he grinned, and those dimples appeared. “We can do whatever you’d like.”
“How about we just play it by ear and let’s see where the night takes us?” Her stomach flipped when she said that, when all she meant was where they would sit. But then her thoughts returned to the fixings for sundaes and there was the idea of asking him to stay for dessert.
“I thought you were a planner.” He turned on Main Street and puttered down, scanning for parking spots.
Most of the spots were taken, which was odd since it was a Thursday. “I wonder what’s going on downtown with so many people out tonight.”
Clint slipped the truck into a vacant spot near the bar and grill and turned off the key. “We can wander down Main Street and check it out before dinner, if you’d like?”
“I love that idea.” She hopped out of the truck before Clint even got his door opened. She really didn’t want him to come around and open her door again and, if she was to guess, that was on his radar.
She waited for him at the back of the truck, and his expression was a tad serious.
“Polly, I know you’re an independent woman, strong and more than capable. But I would really like it, when we’re on a date, if I could hold the doors for you. It may sound old-fashioned, but it’s something that’s kind of important to me.”
