“She’s seventeen or she’s forty, Mike, you’re the type of guy a girl does not want to lose. Not even the memory of what had been. We’ve tarnished what she’s held golden for years.”
“If she wasn’t such a bitch, honey, she’d have something more than money to fill that hole I left that she clearly never filled. That’s on her. Do not take any of this shit on you. She was fuckin’ seventeen when I broke it off with her. She holds onto that, onto me, thinkin’ she can lay claim when decades have passed and she doesn’t even live in the same goddamn state, you gotta get that…is…whacked.”
He watched her eyes work then her mouth moved then he got a partial smile before he got a soft, “Yeah.”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
She sighed again.
Then he watched her brows lift and she said, “Your, uh…Violet is married to Joe Callahan?”
“Yeah,” he repeated.
“Didn’t he marry his high school girlfriend and then she –?”
Mike cut her off with another, “Yeah.”
“Whoa,” she breathed. “Shit like that breaks a man.”
“He was broken all right. Vi fixed him.”
“Clearly quite a woman,” she muttered.
“I had a fifteen year lesson to settle for nothin’ less,” Mike muttered back.
Her face grew suddenly soft and something sweet flashed in her eyes.
And the pain was gone.
Mike grinned.
She continued, “Darrin told me Alec Colton and February Owens finally pulled their fingers out.”
“That would be Alec and February Colton who have a son named Jack so, yeah to that too.”
“That’s cool,” she whispered. “Finally.”
She was not wrong about that. Still, he didn’t know the particulars so he couldn’t do the math but he was thinking he waited for Dusty longer than Colt waited to have February.
“Uh, you gonna introduce me to your boys?” she prompted.
“This would require me ending our huddle. And the reason I got a chance to have this huddle fuckin’ sucks but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it now I got it,” he returned and got a grin.
“This is true,” she muttered, her arms around him getting tighter telling him she wanted to let go as much as he did. Which was to say, not at all.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I’ll survive.”
“You call your Dad, minute I leave. Then we need a powwow.”
She nodded.
“I’ll feel the kids out and you’re back for dinner.”
She nodded again then asked, “You like sandwiches for lunch?”
He felt his brows draw together as he answered, “Yeah.”
“How do you feel about eating them in your bed? Walk’s short for me, I’ll meet you there and bring the sandwiches.”
At that, his arms got tighter.
“I’ll be careful with crumbs,” she whispered.
“Sweetheart, by the time I get from the Station to home and then have to get back on the road to get back to work, we’ll have half an hour.”
“I’ll wrap your sandwiches up. You can take them with you.”
Lunchtime quickie.
He could do that. Fuck yes, he could do that.
“Works for me.”
That got him a smile.
Then the smile faded and her eyes, already holding his, locked tight.
“You dropped everything, shot out here to take care of me. That doesn’t say dirty, that says sweet. But it’s your payback so you get to pick.”
Fuck, it was like she wanted to make his dick hard.
“I’ll decide at lunch,” he said and got the smile back.
“If I don’t let you go, they might be moved to call for the jaws of life to pry us apart,” she told him.
He laughed softly before he replied, “Then I best introduce you to my boys.”
“Yeah,” she whispered.
He leaned in and took her mouth. Too short but his lips left hers with the taste of her on them.
It would work in a pinch.
Then he separated from her and walked her across the yard to introduce her to his boys.
And while he did it, Mike Haines experienced something profound. Watching Dusty with her hair in a messy knot, cowboy boots on her feet, a slit in the knee of her jeans and a gorgeous smile on her face, his arm around her, he did it proud.
Audrey was pretty. When he met her, she was funny. When he made her his, he thought he was happy. But even back then, when she stood at his side, he didn’t feel lucky.
Watching Dusty charm his boys with a natural ease that was all her, he felt both.
Proud and lucky.
*
Merry at his side, Mike driving the unit on the way back to the Station from the farmhouse, Merry muttered, “McGrath. Not good.”
“No,” Mike agreed.
“Haven’t shined my crystal ball in a while,” Merry remarked.
“Don’t ‘spect you need to,” Mike replied.
He knew from his voice Merry had turned to face him when he asked, “How do you think he’ll come at them? Money?”
Mike nodded. “He’ll try that first. But Dusty’ll stake herself to that land before she’ll allow Fin to lose his birthright. And that’s just Dusty. No tellin’ what her Dad’ll do.”