Long Tall Texan
SUMMER
Diana Palmer
           Published by Silhouette Books America's Publisher of Contemporary Romance

For Kelly R., Donna B. and Irene S.

Prologue
"This bud of love, by summer's ripening breatht
May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet!'
-William Shakespeare Romeo and Juliet, II, iit 121



Tom Walker
"If love were what the rose is, And I were like the leaf, Our lives would grow together In sad or singing weather"
-Algernon Charles Swinburne A Match (1866), st. 1

Prologue
The christening was a delightful affair. It seemed that everyone in Jacobsville, Texas, was there to give their best wishes to Dr. Jebe-diah Coltrain and his wife, 
Dr. Louise Col-train, on the birth of their son, John Daniel.
  Afterward, at the reception, the champagne flowed like water. The beautiful day in mid-June was clear and warm.
  Dr. Drew Morris was standing close to the punch bowl enjoying the company of his friends. Beside him stood Ted Regan and Ted's foreman, Jobe Dodd, along with Ted's 
sister, Sandy. Sandy was giving Jobe a black glare, which he was returning with interest. On
   
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the other side of him stood newcomer to town Tom Walker, who'd just opened an investment firm.
   "I need to talk to you about some investments next week," Drew told Tom with a grin. "I had a good year and I want to do something with my cash overflow."
   "I'll be glad to do whatever I can for you, Dr. Morris," Tom said with a grin in his dark, handsome face.
   "By the way," Drew added, "if you're in the market for any computer equipment, Ted's sister there is the lady to see." He nodded toward Sandy. "She works for 
one of the big computer franchises, and she's a whiz with electronics."
   "Sure is," big blond Jobe Dodd said mockingly. "Pity she can't stay on a horse."
   "The devil I can't!" Sandy shot back, her blue eyes flaming.
   "Now, now." Ted separated them. "Go fight somewhere else. We're here to celebrate a christening, not to start a war."
  They glared at him and went their separate ways.
   "Whew!" Ted sighed. "It's like that all the time lately! Coreen and I are about to the point of taking our baby and running for cover. I

wish they'd kill each other and get it over with."
   "They do seem volatile," Drew agreed, sipping punch.
   "How's your new employee working out?" Ted asked him.
   "She can't dress herself, she can't walk through the office without tripping over something and she's forever trying to work without her glasses because she thinks 
she looks better that way." He threw up his hands. "It's a pity they outlawed flogging..."
"How kinky," Ted murmured.
Drew glared at him and stalked off.
   Ted chuckled. His prematurely silver hair sparkled in the light as he glanced at Tom, the only companion left. "That just about clears away the group around the 
punch bowl," he mused, and helped himself to another cup of champagne punch. "Don't you want to glare at me and storm off, too?"
   Tom grinned, his green eyes twinkling. "I don't have any reason to, just yet. Besides, this punch is really good."
"How's business?"
   "Going great," Tom told him, sipping the drink. "Coming down here was one of the best moves I ever made. Matt Caldwell was right. I do have an open field here. 
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up with all the work, and I've barely set up my office."
   "Glad to hear it." Ted studied the younger man over his cup of punch. "Old man Gallagher said you had a dog."
   "He's sort of a toothache with fur," Tom murmured and then grinned at the other man. "I found him in a storm, under a city mailbox in Houston. He was just a little 
ball of fur and scared to death, so I took him home." He took a swallow of champagne punch. "Now he weighs ninety pounds and he's uncivilized. He is housebroken, 
in a sense, but I'd actually call him a housebreaker. I only have one ceramic thing left." He glanced at Ted. "I don't suppose you need a cattle dog?"
  Ted chuckled. "No. Thanks. I gave Coreen a pup before we got married. He's grown now and he's smart enough to do what little herding I need around the place."
   "I wouldn't really give Moose up, anyway," Tom confessed. "I'm all alone, and he's company." His eyes had a sad, faraway look for an instant, before he wiped 
it away. "The Coltrain baby's cute."
   "So he is," Ted agreed, glancing at the two doctors with the baby. "I wonder if he'll be a redhead like his dad or a blonde like his mom?"
   
"No telling," Tom said. "How old is your boy?"
   "Just a few months," Ted said, sighing. "Never dreamed I'd become a father at my age. Hell, I never dreamed I'd get married." His eyes searched the room and found 
Coreen's blue ones. She had their little boy in her arms. They never left him for a minute, even with so many willing baby-sitters around. He was a treasure, like 
their love for each other.
  Drew Morris saw that look, and poignant memories flooded through him as he rejoined the men. He'd loved his wife. After she died he'd never thought of finding 
someone else. He still mourned her. He glanced at Tom, who looked as alone and sad as he felt. Farther away, Jobe Dodd was glaring at Sandy Regan, who was standing 
near Coreen. He wondered if all that hostility had something beneath it?
  He sighed and lifted his cup. Ted and Tom lifted theirs, too. The others in the room caught on, and Jobe Dodd lifted his with theirs toward the two doctors and 
their son. It was going to be quite a summer in Jacobsville.
"Cheers!" they all said in unison.
  Three men in the privacy of their own minds stared at the child and wondered how it would be if they had families. Each of them was sure that he never would.
   
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Chapter 1
There was a muffled crash from the living room and Tom Walker let out a weary sigh as he turned from unpacking the few small kitchen appliances that had come with 
him from Houston.
   "Moose!" he grumbled. He got up from the floor and left the box sitting to see what latest disaster his pet had caused.
  It had all started with a rainstorm and a tiny, frightened little ball of fur hiding under a metal mailbox in downtown Houston. Somebody had abandoned the puppy 
and Tom had been unable to leave it there on the side of a busy street. But the act of compassion had re-

percussions. Big ones. The tiny puppy had grown into a gorgeous but enormous German shepherd mix whom he had named Shep, but who was later rechristened Moose.
  As he stood watching the huge animal settle himself among the remains of a once-elegant antique bowl on the big coffee table, he reflected that the new name was 
appropriate. It was like having a moose in the house.
   "Kate will never forgive you," he said pointedly, remembering how happy his sister had been when, newly married, she had given him the bowl as a Christmas gift. 
"That was a Christmas present. It was handmade by a famous Native American potter!"
   "Woof," Moose replied in his deep dog voice, and grinned at him.
  The vet had said that Moose was still going through his puppy stage.
   "Will he outgrow it?" Tom had asked plaintively, having taken the big dog to the vet after Moose had gone swimming in a neighbor's outdoor goldfish pond.
   "Sure!" the vet had assured him, and just as Tom began to sigh with relief, he added with a wicked grin, "Four, five years from now, he'll calm right down!"
  Resigned, he took the big dog back home and hoped he could adapt to living among pot-
   
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tery shards and disemboweled furniture for the next few years of his life.
  One of his neighbors had offered to buy Moose who, while a walking disaster, was absolutely beautiful, with a black coat of fur that shone like coal in sunlight, 
and stark white markings with medium brown eyebrows and facial markings.
  Tom had replied that he liked the man too much to sell Moose to him.
  He gave the coffee table one last look, shook his head and went into the kitchen to make coffee. Just as he started the coffee-maker, he heard a crunching noise 
and turned to find that while he'd been occupied with coffee, Moose had overturned the kitchen trash can and spread the contents all over the linoleum floor. He 
was munching contentedly on an apple core amidst coffee grounds, banana peels and empty TV dinner cartons.
   "Oh, Lord," Tom prayed silently. He took the apple core away, set the trash can upright and went to find a broom. What a good thing that he wasn't entertaining 
thoughts of marriage. No woman in her right mind would put up with his canine companion.
  He was thirty-four. He should have been long-since married, but he and his sister, Kate, had been victims of a shocking, terrible up-

bringing that had stunted them sexually. Their father had beaten both of them as children and raised the devil every time one of them so much as smiled at the opposite 
sex. In fact, sex, he lectured, was the greatest sin of all. He was a lay minister, so they believed him.
  What they hadn't known at the time was that he had a brain tumor that modified his once-loving personality and eventually killed him. Their long-missing mother 
had been found by Jacob Cade, his sister Kate's husband, and presented to them both at Jacob and Kate's wedding, over six years ago. It had been a painful reunion 
until they learned that far from deserting them as children, their mother had never dreamed that their father would kidnap them and spirit them away from her. But 
he had done just that. She'd spent half a lifetime using money from her meager salary trying to find them again. She lived in Missouri, but they both saw her frequently. 
Now that Kate was married and had a son, their mother often visited her.
  Tom wondered if he could ever marry. Kate had, but then Jacob Cade had been the love of her life since her early teens. Presumably Kate's fear of the physical 
side of marriage had been overcome. She and Cade had a son, who was five years old. And although they'd
   
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tried to have a second child, they hadn't been able to just yet.
  He'd have liked children. But his one sexual experience had left him sick with guilt Kate's wedding had pointed out, as nothing else ever had, how very alone he 
was. He'd gone back to his job with an advertising firm in New York City and that weekend, to a local bar to drown his sorrows.
  She'd been there at a going-away party for one of the girls in the office. Elysia Craig had been his secretary for two years. She was a pretty blonde with gray 
eyes and a neat little figure who was teased by her co-workers for being so prim and prudish. Tom thought it was a joke. He never realized that she was as inexperienced 
as he was. Not until it was far too late. His most vivid memory of Elysia was of her crouching in the full-sized bed in his apartment with a white sheet clutched 
to her breasts, weeping like a widow. He'd hurt her without meaning to, and the tears had been the last straw. He couldn't remember saying a single word to her as 
she dressed and got into the cab he called for her. He'd been far too inebriated and sick to drive by then.
  He hadn't known how to apologize, or explain. His behavior had shamed him. He couldn't even meet her eyes the next morning,

or speak to her. Most of the women in the office where he worked were sophisticated and savvy, but Elysia wasn't. His inability to communicate with her provoked 
her into quitting her job that very day and going back home to Texas. To his shame, he hadn't even looked for her. He'd still been fighting feelings of shame and 
guilt, holdovers from his brutal childhood, despite the aching hunger he'd felt for Elysia.
   Her gentle, kind nature was what had attracted him to her in the first place, but except for his excessive drinking he would never have approached her. His feelings 
for her he'd kept secret, never dreaming that he might one day end up in bed with her. It had been the most exquisite experience of his life, but the guilt had made 
him sick, so he pushed it to the back of his mind and tried to forget it.
   Not long afterward, he'd given up his advertising job and studied the investment business. His first job had been as an assistant advisor with a well-known national 
company. Then he'd moved to Houston, Texas, to open his own office in the building with a friend, Logan Deverell. But he'd gotten wanderlust again when Logan had 
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thanks to another mutual friend, Matt Cald-well, who owned a stud farm out of town. Matt was friends with the Ballenger brothers, Calhoun and Justin, who owned a 
huge feedlot and liked to invest their earnings. They were all mutual friends of the Tremayne brothers, who owned properties all over Texas. Before he'd even had 
time to unpack, Tom had all the business he could handle.
  A real-estate agent in town had dabbled in the properties market, but since she'd remarried her ex-husband, a pilot, they'd moved house to Atlanta. The nearest 
investment counselor now was in Victoria. Tom had no competition at all, for the moment, in Jacobsville. It seemed like a dream come true.
  Then, yesterday, out of the blue, a new client had walked in the door-Luke Craig-and the bottom had fallen out of Tom's life. Luke had a sister, recently widowed 
with a small daughter. Her first name was Elysia.
  Tom poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down on the sofa. Moose jumped up beside him to rest his chin on his master's leg.
  He petted the big dog absently. "Don't think I'm forgetting the broken pot or the garbage," he murmured.
Moose sighed and gave him a baleful look.
Tom sipped coffee and wondered what he

was going to do. Of all the quirks of fate, to land himself in the one town in America where he couldn't bear to live. No wonder it had all seemed too good to be 
true. Fate was playing a monstrous joke on him. The woman he'd seduced lived right here. Apparently she'd married and had a child after she'd come home. He wondered 
if she remembered him, and then chided himself for his own stupidity. Of course she did. He'd been her first experience, just as she'd been his. She didn't know 
that. She'd still think that he'd seduced and abandoned her, like some big city playboy without a conscience. What a joke.
  He put the coffee cup down. Moose was snoring softly. He stroked the huge head and thought how nice it was to have a companion, even such a one as this.
  He didn't know how he was going to cope, but he knew he would. Jacobsville was a small town, but not all that small. He might never run into Elysia. Worry at this 
stage was premature. He had all this unpacking to do that he'd put off for almost a month. He'd do better to go to work and stop tormenting himself with things that 
might never happen. He probably wouldn't recognize the woman, anyway. It had been years ago, after all.
   
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  Fate must have been howling the next morning when he drove to work, parked his car and started into the office. Next door to his office was an insurance agency. 
And heading toward it was a blond woman in jeans, boots, a T-shirt under a flannel shirt and a neat French braid.
Elysia.
   She stopped dead when she was close enough to recognize him. Gone were the big-rimmed spectacles she'd worn when she worked for him. Gone was the racehorse thinness. 
She'd filled out. She still wasn't pretty, but she was very attractive. He couldn't help staring at her.
   She moved closer, not shy or reticent as she had been. She looked right at him. "I heard you'd moved here to open an investment office. My brother said you looked 
strange when he mentioned my name. I told him I used to work for you, nothing else." She laughed bitterly. "So you don't have to worry about being lynched. Feel 
better, Mr. Walker?"
  The unexpected assault had tied his tongue. She wasn't the same girl he'd known at all.
  His dark green eyes lanced down into hers. "You've changed, Miss Craig."
"Mrs. Nash." She corrected him.
His eyebrow jerked. "Mrs. Nash," he said.
   
She seemed less assertive all at once. "My husband died last year. He had cancer."
"I'm sorry."
   "He was sick for a long time," she murmured. "It's trite to say it, but he really is better off."
"I see."
"You're not married yet?"
   He searched her soft oval face without expression. "That'll be the day," he replied.
   "Yes, I remember. You're the original love-'em-and-leave-'em bachelor." The bitterness was back in her voice. "I guess you're still shaking the women out of your 
bed..."
   He stepped closer, his eyes kindling. "My love life is none of your damned business!" He never raised his voice, but the whip in it cut almost physically. It 
disconcerted her.
"No...of...of course not!" she stammered.
   She actually took a step backward, and he cursed himself inwardly.
   "I'm sorry," he said curtly. "You probably think you were one in a line. That's the joke of the century."
"Ex...excuse me?"
   He checked his watch, feeling self-conscious. "I have to get to work."
   His behavior puzzled her. She'd spent years blaming him, hating him. But he didn't look
   
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like a philanderer. Sure, she reminded herself, and most ax-murderers probably don't look like killers, either.
  She stood aside to let him pass. He hesitated, though, the wind blowing his thick black hair around over a face that was deep olive. He had an untamed look about 
him. He was still very handsome, although she was sure that he was in his middle thirties by now. His build was that of a much younger man, lean and muscular.
   "You have Native American ancestry, don't you?" she asked involuntarily.
   "Sioux," he agreed. "Our great-grandfather."
   "How is your sister?" she asked without wanting to.
   "Fine. She and Jacob have a son. He's five now."
"I'm happy for her."
   "So am I. It wouldn't have surprised me if she'd never married, either."
  There was a deeper meaning to what he was saying. She wished she could read between the lines. Her eyes searched his curiously. If only she could hate him.
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one you could love. I hope he was good to you."
  She flushed. "He was very good to me," she said.
   "And I wasn't." His lean hand reached out, almost touched her hair, withdrawing before it made contact. He laughed at his own inability to show affection. "I 
regret you most of all, Elysia," he said numbly. "I was afraid. Maybe I still am."
  He turned and went into his office, leaving her staring blankly after him.
   She'd hated him so much when she'd come back to Jacobsville after his cold rejection. It hadn't even been much of a memory, that short night she'd spent in his 
arms. He'd been ravenously hungry for her, but rough and at times, oddly hesitant. When he'd hurt her, he'd even tried to draw away, but it hadn't been possible. 
His harsh groan as he gave in to his hunger had stayed with her all these long years. He'd sounded as if he hated himself for wanting her, blamed her for it. He 
hadn't said a single word. Not before, during, or after.
  It was painful to remember how desperately she'd loved him. She'd gambled everything on giving in to him, that once. But instead of bringing them closer, it had 
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tenuous friendship. She'd come home and he'd never tried to contact her at all. Perhaps that was best. She didn't really want him to know about Crissy. Eventually 
he might notice that the child bore a striking resemblance to him, but he wouldn't know what her late husband looked like, so there was little danger of her secret 
coming out.
   She wondered what he would say if he knew that their one intimacy had produced such a beautiful little miracle. She couldn't tell him. Everyone in town thought 
that her late husband had fathered the child, but poor Fred had been far too ill for intimacy, even when they married soon after her flight to Jacobs-ville six years 
before. His illness had been a long-drawn-out one, with brief periods of remission that became even briefer as time passed. He'd been kind to her, though, and she'd 
had affection for him. He'd loved the child. Poor man, whose wife had divorced him to marry someone richer, just when he was diagnosed with cancer. They'd both been 
deserted by the people they loved most. Marriage had been a sensible solution. He wouldn't have to die alone, and her child would have a name.
  The thought of telling Tom Walker about his daughter had never occurred to her. His

cold avoidance of Elysia after they were intimate had told her all she needed to know. He no longer wanted her. Certainly he wouldn't want a child.
   She went into the insurance office to pay her bill without a backward glance. Their time was over, before it even began. He would never have to know about Crissy, 
anyway. And if he could bear to live here with the constant sight of her to remind him of the past, she could endure it as well. She was a successful businesswoman 
with rich clients at her exclusive fashion boutique that shipped couture and locally designed garments all over the world. She had a wonderful child and a bright 
future. She didn't need Tom Walker to complete her life, even if the sight of him had knocked the breath out of her all over again. She'd just have to exercise some 
strong self-control, that was all. Because judging by his behavior, he hadn't missed her. She wished that she could have said the same.
  Tom sat down behind his desk, shaken. Elysia looked as lovely to his eyes as she ever had. She was more mature, much more desirable. He felt ashamed all over again. 
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done. He wished things had gone differently for them. If he'd been able to communicate, a little less proud about his past, a little more open with her, who knew 
what might have happened. But he'd let his chance for happiness slip right by him. He'd given her the idea that he found her easy and undesirable after one night. 
How could he blame her for being bitter?
  The phone rang. He picked it up. It was a potential client. He put on his best business manner and forced the thought of Elysia to the back of his mind for the 
moment.
  It was inevitable that he was going to run into the Craigs sooner or later. As it happened, it was Luke he saw first, and he had Elysia's daughter with him.
  Tom stopped dead at the sight of the child. There was something about her that reminded him vividly of his sister, Kate. The child had olive skin and light green 
eyes. Her hair was long and straight and jet black. She was almost the image of Kate. He smiled in spite of himself. What a beautiful child!
   "Hi, Tom," Luke said with his easy friendliness. He had the little girl by the hand. He drew her forward. "I'm taking my niece to a

movie. Crissy, honey, this is Mr. Walker. He's Uncle Luke's investment counselor."
   "Hello," the child said politely, eyeing the tall man curiously. "You look like an Indian."
  His eyebrow quirked. He smiled faintly. "I had a Sioux great-grandfather."
   "I like to wear my hair in braids. Mama took me to an Indian powwow. That's a festival where you can learn all about their culture and history, and all sorts 
of crafts. I had fun."
  That interesting fact piqued Tom's curiosity, but before he could say anything, Luke cut the child off.
   "Christine, you're babbling," Luke chided gently, chuckling as he glanced at Tom. "She'll talk your leg off. She's only in kindergarten, too."
   "Uncle Luke thinks I talk too much," the little girl muttered, glowering up at her uncle.
   "No, I don't, pet," her relative assured her. "She wants to see the pig movie." He sighed. "I'm not keen, but I don't have much to do around the ranch today, 
so I was free. Elysia's at home with every pot we own on the stove putting up sauce. We're going to die of tomato poisoning. Honest to God, she's put up enough sauce 
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   "I love it, as it happens," Tom admitted, amused. "Why does she put up so much of it?"
   "Just between us, I think something's upset her," he confessed. "She's been like this for several days. She's cleaned the house twice and washed both cars, now 
she's determined to corner the tomato sauce market."
   "Mama always works when she's upset," Crissy volunteered. "Last time was when Miss Henry told her I pushed Markie down the steps."
Tom's eyebrows both rose. "Did you?"
  Her lower lip thrust out. "He called me a sissy," she said belligerently. "Just because I made him stop throwing rocks at a little frog." She brightened. "I told 
his mama what he did, and he got whipped. His mama has an aquarium with lots of little fire toads in it. She let me see them."
"Poor Markie," Luke said under his breath.
"Good for you," Tom told the child.
   "Do you like cows?" she asked Tom. "We've got lots. I'll bet Uncle Luke would even let you pet one, if you want."
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   "I'm a city boy," Tom mused, his hands in his pockets. "Lately, anyway."
   "Yes, you're from Houston, aren't you?" Luke asked.
   "Originally, I'm from South Dakota," he replied. "I grew up around Jacob Cade's ranch near Blairsville. He taught Kate and me how to ride when we were young. 
He's a whiz at it."
   "I know that name," Luke replied. "He and I were at a cattle auction in Montana a couple of years back. He's your brother-in-law? Well, well. I have to say I 
was impressed. He knows cattle."
"So does Kate. I'm the odd one out."
   "You know how to invest money," Luke said pointedly. "That's no small talent."
Tom smiled. "Thanks."
  Luke was frowning. "Jacob said something about you... Oh, I remember," he added with a grin. "You threw a client out the door in Houston for making remarks to 
your secretary, as I recall."
   "He was a-" he glanced at the little girl "-chauvinist." He amended the word he'd been about to use. "It was no great business
   
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loss. I don't like people hassling my employees."
   "Didn't Elysia used to work for you, when you were working at that ad agency in New York?" Luke asked suddenly.
  Tom's face showed no expression at all, but he felt a sinking feeling inside. "Yes, she did. I was sorry to lose her. She was a terrific secretary."
   "She said she got tired of New York," Luke replied easily. "I don't blame her, what with all that noise and concrete. Anyway, it was a good thing she came home, 
or she'd never had married Fred and had Crissy. It's been nice having her back here. I expect you missed her."
   "More than she'll ever know," Tom replied absently, his eyes with a faraway look. He shook himself mentally. "I have to go. Nice to have met you, Miss Nash," 
he told Crissy, extending a lean hand.
  She shook it warmly. "Nice to meet you, too, Mr. Walker."
"Great manners," he remarked-to Luke.
   "Oh, Elysia's a stickler for them. Crissy's much loved, but she doesn't lack for discipline, either."
"What does Elysia do now?"
"She owns an exclusive fashion boutique,

actually," he told Tom. "She enrolled in college after Crissy was born and got her degree in business and marketing. She has a backlog of designers and dressmakers 
and despite the small size of our town, she's getting an international reputation for her fashion sense. She gets orders from all over. She even does a little designing 
as well. I knew she could draw, and she's always been good at numbers, but I don't think she really applied herself until she married Fred. He had contacts in the 
fashion world and in business and he pushed her- gently, of course. All that hidden talent came out. She's only been in business a few years, and she already makes 
more on her boutique than I do on my cattle. Kills my ego."
"I can imagine."
   "She and Crissy live with me. I don't have any marriage plans and it's our old family home-one of those big Victorian horrors. Of course, Matt Caldwell's sweet 
on her. She may give in and marry him one day and move out."
  For some reason, that casual remark played on Tom's mind all day long, and into the night. Matt hadn't mentioned Elysia at all when they'd talked, before he moved 
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Tom and Elysia were acquainted and was protecting what he thought of as his property. It was odd that he hadn't mentioned her.
  Moose was waiting for him when he got home. The dog really was huge, he thought, as he fended off huge paws on his chest and an affectionate tongue the size of 
a washcloth.
   "Down, you moose," he muttered, laughing as he patted the dog's head. "Hungry, are you, or desperate for a fire hydrant? Come on."
  He led the way to the back door and opened it. The backyard was fenced and reinforced on the bottom, fortunately, because Moose liked to dig. Local gardeners wouldn't 
appreciate a visit from his pet.
  He waited until Moose was ready to come back in and opened the door for him. He filled the food and water dishes and left the big animal to have his supper.
  Tom went through his cabinets looking for something to tempt his appetite. He finally settled on a bowl of cold cereal. He had no appetite at all. Too many questions 
were plaguing him.

Chapter 2
Tom's opinion of the new Elysia underwent a series of changes in the following few weeks. There was still plenty of gossip about her in Jacobsville, and he heard 
it all in bits and pieces of conversation when Elysia's comings and goings were noticed by local citizens. One acquaintance thought she'd only married Fred Nash 
for his money, and that it was this inherited wealth that had made her exclusive fashion boutique possible. It was known that their union was one of friendship, 
not passion, and that there was a great age difference. And that Fred had been very, very rich.
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first, but it was impossible not to notice how prosperous she was. She'd bought into her brother's cattle farm and held half ownership of it. She also had investments 
of several kinds, including some very expensive oil stock. She had her daughter enrolled in a very well-known girls' school in Houston for the fall term, and she 
drove a Mercedes convertible. Poor, she wasn't.
  With her investments and the nearest counseling office in Victoria, it was inevitable that Luke was going to suggest that she bring her portfolio to Tom.
   "I don't think that's a good idea," she told her brother after supper that night.
   "Why not?" Luke asked. "He's a whiz. Ask the Ballenger brothers."
   "I know he's good at picking stocks that increase in value," Elysia replied calmly. "But he's an intelligent man and he isn't blind. I don't want him around Crissy."
   Luke sat back with a soft sigh, his blue eyes sympathetic. "She's almost six years old," he said pointedly. "She's already in kindergarten. Don't you think it's 
time he knew he was a father?"
   She grimaced, leaning forward with her forearms crossed over her knees. "I don't know how he'd react," she said. "He was...

less than encouraging when I left the office for good. I think he was relieved that I went away." She shrugged. "I don't think he's lacked female company."
   "Then isn't it interesting that he doesn't date?" he asked shrewdly. "That was the case in Houston, too. And since I haven't heard any gossip about Mr. Walker 
liking men, I gather that he's amazingly selective about his dates. One woman in over six years, I believe...?"
  She flushed red. "He was drinking. I told you."
   He leaned forward, too, his face serious. "Jacob Cade and I became fairly good friends over the years. He never came right out and said anything, but he intimated 
that his wife and Tom had a very brutal childhood. Their father had a brain tumor and went stark-raving mad before he died. He attacked Kate physically because she 
just smiled at a young man."
"Wh...what?"
  He nodded. "That's right. In his distorted mind, he equated sex with evil and made his kids believe it. Neither of them had anything to do with the opposite sex, 
even after he died. He warped them, Ellie. Now imagine how it would be, to have a parent who browbeat you into repressing your sexuality for years and years. And 
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you grew older with no experience whatsoever with the opposite sex? Do you think a man, especially, would find it easy to become involved with a woman?"
  She was barely breathing. "You aren't going to tell me that you think Tom is a...a..."
  He nodded. "That's exactly what I think. He and Kate were very close. When she married Jacob, Tom had nobody. He was totally alone. Probably getting a snootful 
of liquor was the only way he could let go of those repressed desires."
   She sat back with a rough sigh. It actually made sense. She felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as she recalled how it had been with Tom. At the office, 
he'd avoided the female staff. He and Elysia had become close because she didn't make eyes at him. She wasn't aggressive, as some of the women were. She was shy 
and reserved, and she must have been the least threatening female he knew. He'd opened up with her, just a little. And then right after Kate had married, he'd had 
too much to drink and Elysia had been nearby. Perhaps he'd given in to feelings he couldn't express, and then been ashamed of what he'd done, because of his childhood 
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be possible that she was Tom Walker's first, only, woman in that way? Her lips parted.
   "Do you think it's possible?" she asked hesitantly.
   "That it was his first time?" He nodded. "He's no rounder. Nobody would accuse him of being a playboy. He's courteous to women, but there's an icy tone to his 
dealings with them. He's polite, but nothing more." He smiled. "He was very impressed with Crissy. You've never seen his sister Kate, have you?"
"No."
  He chuckled softly. "Well, I have. Crissy could be her daughter. I'm sure the resemblance didn't escape Tom, even if he hasn't quite recognized it yet."
"What should I do, Luke?" she asked.
   "Why don't you go and talk to him honestly?"
"It would be hard."
   "Of course. Doing the right thing usually is."
   "I can't go today. I'm meeting with a European buyer to open a new market."
"There's always tomorrow."
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  She smiled. "You're a nice brother. Why don't you get married?"
   "Bite your tongue, woman," he said. "I'm not putting my neck in that particular noose. There are too many pretty girls around who like to party," he chuckled, 
rising.
   "One day, you'll run head-on into someone who doesn't."
   "I'll pity the poor girl, whoever she is," he said with a grin.
"You're hopeless."
   "At least I'm honest," he said pointedly. "A confirmed bachelor has to protect himself any way he can against you devious females!"
She threw a small sofa pillow at him.
  She'd planned to stop by Tom's office the next day, but an unexpected meeting early that morning had unfortunate consequences.
   She'd just seen her European buyer off, very early that morning, from her shop in the middle of town. He was a determined would-be suitor who had to be convinced 
that a young widow didn't need a man. She'd pushed him away with a cold smile right there on the sidewalk and wished him a pleasant trip.
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I send you will compensate you for my loss. After all, Elysia, to you, money is much more important than a mere lover, n'est pas?"
  Sadly for Elysia, this bitter remark, loudly made by her angry rejected suitor, reached Tom Walker's ears. He was less than ten feet away and heard every word.
  Before Elysia could reply angrily to the Frenchman, he climbed into his sports car and roared away. She could have the business she wanted overseas, but the cost 
was too high. She wasn't going to accept the merger. Better to rest on her American sales record than have to deal with a man like that!
   "Is that how you get clients?" Tom asked, pausing beside her, his dark green eyes furious in that lean, dark face. "By sleeping with them?"
   She looked at him blankly. "I get clients by providing quality service."
   "Oh? Really?" His gaze went up and down her body in the simple silk suit, to her long hair twisted into a neat chignon. She looked cool and desirable and very 
flushed. He hated her in that moment for the way she'd twisted his heart.
  His contempt was visible. It hurt her, and it also made her furiously angry, that he should misjudge her so.
   
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  She pulled herself up to her full height. "Think what you like," she said coldly. "Your opinion and fifty cents will buy you a cup of coffee at any cafe in town!"
  He made a rough sound and put his hands into his pockets. "How was he in bed?"
   Her face went scarlet. She slapped him. It wasn't premeditated, but it felt good afterward. She turned on her heel and stalked away to her Mercedes convertible. 
Several people had seen what she did, but she didn't care. She knew that she was gossiped about-most wealthy people were. She didn't care anymore. She'd send her 
daughter away to a private school where she wouldn't have to suffer the speculation and contempt of the neighbors. As for herself, people could think whatever they 
liked. And that included Tom Walker!
   Tom, nursing a stinging cheek, stalked back into his own office, foregoing the sweet roll he'd gone out to get for his breakfast. He'd never been slapped by a 
woman in his life. It was an experience he didn't relish.
   He walked past his curious middle-aged secretary and closed his office door. Elysia had never seemed spirited in the old days. Perhaps her marriage had made her 
bitter.
As he recalled what he'd said to her, he had

to admit that he'd provoked her into the action. He hadn't meant to say the things he had, but the thought of her with that Frenchman-a man who had probably been 
to bed with hundreds of women from the look of him-made him sick with jealousy. He hadn't known that he still felt so strongly for Elysia in the first place. Apparently 
his feelings for her were buried so far inside him that they couldn't be removed.
   Was this how Kate had felt about Jacob Cade? His sister had been enamored with the man most of her adult life. She'd kept photos of him in the damnedest places. 
It wasn't until her job as a reporter had sent her into a terrorist standoff and she'd been shot that Jacob had revealed his own violent feelings for her. Theirs 
had been a rocky, volatile romance that eventually ended in a happy and lasting marriage. Kate had adjusted to it with joy.
   But except for Elysia, Tom had never felt a rush of joy at just the sight of a woman. He'd often wondered as he grew older what it would be like to share his 
life and his heart as well as his bed with a woman. He'd always been sure that no woman would accept him with his hangups and his chaste status. Elysia had, but 
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nocent. Now, he was glad he hadn't shared that knowledge with her. She obviously wanted no part of him in her life.
  He leaned forward and began to deal with the stack of mail on his desk, his sore cheek forgotten. Elysia was in the past. He might as well keep her there.
  If only it had been that easy. Jacobsville was small enough that the monied class congregated everywhere. There was an endless social round that included chamber 
of commerce meetings and various charity and business gatherings of all sorts. Tom, as the town's only investment counselor, was included in all of these. So, unfortunately, 
was Elysia.
  Their stiff courtesy with each other didn't go unnoticed. People remembered that Elysia had worked for Tom in New York before she'd come home to marry Fred Nash. 
They began to wonder about these two people because of their obvious hostility toward each other.
The gossip was unavoidable.
  Tom found himself seated next to Elysia at the monthly meeting of businessmen. It was a lunch affair, served in the private dining room of the largest local restaurant. 
Tom, in a dark suit, and Elysia, in a neat gray pantsuit, her

hair in a chignon, was secretary of the group. She couldn't avoid him at this function, or the gossip would have been even worse.
  But it was obvious to the most unobservant of guests that they barely tolerated each other. When Elysia passed around the neat copies she'd made of the financial 
report, she made sure that her hand didn't touch Tom's. When she passed the cream and sugar holders to him, again, she kept her fingers from making contact.
  Tom was keenly aware of her bitter avoidance of him. He understood it, but that didn't make it any easier. He was astonished that such a mercenary woman still 
had feelings to hurt.
  After the meeting, she went straight to her car.
  Tom followed right behind her, keenly aware of eyes following his progress to his own somber Lincoln, which was parked beside her Mercedes convertible.
  Elysia fumbled with her keys and dropped them in her haste to get away before he came to his car. She muttered curses, hating the door because it wouldn't cooperate.
   "Don't worry," he murmured coolly from across the top of her car, "whatever I seem to
   
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have probably isn't contagious a car length away."
   She glared at him, flushed. "That works both ways, Mr. Walker!"
   "Listen, if you want to sleep your way up in the fashion world, it's none of my business," he said with icy venom.
   She bit back a curse as the president of the chamber of commerce passed them with a curious glance.
   "Nice meeting, Mr. James," she said through her teeth with a smile.
   "Yes, it was. Nice to have you aboard, too, Mr. Walker," he said, pausing to shake Tom's hand. "You be good to him, Mrs. Nash, we need new blood in the community!" 
he added with a wave of his hand as he went along to his own car.
   "Oh, how I'd love to show him some of yours," Elysia said fervently, glaring at Tom.
   "You need to work on that attitude problem," he replied somberly. "You seem to have lost your knack for diplomacy."
   "Only with you," she shot right back. "I get along fine with everyone else."
"Especially French buyers, hmmm?"
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   "Wouldn't you know I'd miss?" she demanded of the parking lot. "Give me back my shoe."
   "Come over here and get it," he challenged.
   "You're not my type," she purred. "You can't speak French!"
   His eyes went cold. He threw the shoe onto the top of her car, got into his own, backed out and drove away without even looking in her direction.
   "I love you, too, you sweet man!" she called after him.
   "Can I print that?" the local newspaper editor whispered in her ear.
   She shrieked. "John, don't sneak up on me like that!"
   He grinned wickedly. "Can't you see the headlines? Boutique Owner Shouts Love For Financial Advisor At Top Of Lungs..."
   "Do you need a shoe?" she asked, holding it over her head in a threatening manner.
   He cleared his throat. "Not my size. Thanks, anyway."
   He beat a hasty retreat. She glared after him. This was getting totally out of hand.
  Tom was kept busy for the rest of the week, and Elysia took a back seat in his mind as he
   
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dealt with one financial crisis after another. By Saturday, he was ready for some rest and recreation. He decided that fishing might be a nice way to relax, and 
a local man had a stocked private pond where he rented poles and bait for a small all-day fee.
  He put on jeans and went on his way. Fortunately the fish were biting, since he did love a nice fried bass. It brought back memories of his youth in South Dakota, 
when he and Kate had gone fishing with Jacob Cade on the older man's sprawling ranch.
  His boots were worn, but serviceable, like the old beige Stetson he'd had for years. Dressed like that, he looked every inch a cowboy. Kate had always wondered 
why her only brother had chosen city life. She'd never realized that the very anonymity of a big city was kind to his ego. In a small town, his alone-ness would 
have been so much more noticeable.
  In fact, it worried him here. He hadn't considered how curious small-town people were about strangers, or how gossip, though kind, ran rampant. It was rather like 
being part of a huge family, having everyone know all about you. The comforting thing about it was that, also like family, people tended to accept each other regardless 
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  For instance, everyone knew that old Harry was an alcoholic, and that Jeff had been in prison for killing his wife's lover. They also knew that a local spinster 
bought copies of a notorious magazine that contained vivid photos of nude men, and that a certain social worker lived with a man to whom she wasn't married. These 
were open secrets, however, and not one person ridiculed these people or treated them as untouchables. They were family.
  Tom began to understand that even the talk about Elysia wasn't vicious or brutal.
  In fact, as Tom spent more time around local people, and heard more gossip about her, he learned that Elysia's marriage had been looked upon more as a charitable 
act on her part, despite her husband's wealth.
   "Took care of him like a nurse, she did," old man Gallagher had said, nodding with approval as he filled Tom's order at the office supply store the week before, 
when talk had turned to Elysia's similar taste in stationery for her boutique. "Never shirked, not even at the end when he was bedridden and needed around-the-clock 
nursing. She had a nurse, but she stayed, too." He smiled. "She may have inherited a lot of money, that's true, but most people feel like she earned it with the 
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took of old Fred. Never doubted that she was fond of him. And that kid doted on him." He sighed. "She mourned him, too, and so did the kid. Nice young woman. Most 
folks remember her dad." His eyes had darkened and narrowed.
  Tom frowned. "In a kind way?" he asked, because the old man's voice had shaded a bit.
   "Hardly. Old man Craig drank like a fish. Beat Elysia's mother and Luke. Day came when Luke was old enough to realize he had to do something. He called the police, 
even though his mama wouldn't. Swore out a warrant for his dad and signed it, too." He chuckled. "They put the man away. He died in prison of a heart attack, but 
I think it was a relief to all of them. Would never have stopped beating her, if they'd ever let him out. I reckon they all knew it."
  That had sounded painfully familiar to Tom, who'd had his share of beatings. His and Kate's father had never touched alcohol, but the brain tumor had made a monster 
of him. The two of them had been "disciplined" frequently by their unpredictable parent, especially if they ever showed a flicker of interest in the opposite sex.
  Tom threw his line into the water and leaned back against the trunk of an oak tree

with a sigh. He wasn't really interested in fishing, but it was something to do. His days had been empty for a long time. In the city, there was always something 
to do in the anonymity of crowds. Here, he either sat at home with rented movies or fished. Fishing was much preferable.
"Hi!"
  The bright greeting caught his attention. He turned his head to find Luke and Crissy with tackle boxes and fishing poles.
   "I never expected to find a big city dude in a place like this," Luke murmured dryly. "Bored to death or do you just enjoy eating cheap fish?"
   "This isn't cheap," Tom murmured on a chuckle. "Ten dollars a day and the price of renting the tackle. Plus fifty cents a pound for whatever you catch. It adds 
up."
   "Bobby Turner's no fool," Luke said with a grin. "He figures people will pay to catch clean fish in a good location. He does a roaring business."
  Tom, glancing out over the dozens of people around the big lake, had to admit that the warm weather drew scores of fishermen.
   "Mind if we join you?" Luke asked. "The best spots are already taken."
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   "It sure is," Crissy piped up. "I caught a big fish last time, didn't I, Uncle Luke?"
   "She caught a four-pound bass," Luke agreed, settling in. "But I had to land him. She's a bit small yet for pulling in fighting fish on a line."
   "It pulled me down," Crissy explained solemnly. Then she grinned. "But we ate it for supper. It tasted very good."
  Tom laughed in spite of himself. The child had an incredible variety of facial expressions.
  Crissy looked at him for a long time, her little face studious and quiet. "You have green eyes and dark hair," she noted. "Just like me."
  He nodded. "So I do." He paused, glancing at Luke, who'd gone to the small shed where bait was sold. "I guess your dad had green eyes, too, huh?"
  She frowned. "No," she said, shaking her head. "My daddy had red hair."
  Tom's heart jumped up into his throat. The most incredible thoughts were gathering speed in his head. He stared down at the child. She had his own olive skin, 
his eyes, his hair. She was in kindergarten, that would make her at least five years old. He couldn't stop looking at her as a shocking idea took shape in his mind.
   
Luke came back with bait. "Go put this on your hook," he told Crissy, "and watch that you don't get it stuck in your finger like poor old Mr. Hull did last time 
he went with us."
   "Yes, sir," she said at once. "I don't want my finger cut open!"
   She rushed off, a miniature whirlwind in jeans and a short-sleeved cotton shirt.
   "She loves to fish," Luke said. "I had a date, but I broke it" He made a face. "My latest girl doesn't like fishing or any other 'blood sport.'"
"Fishing is a blood sport?" Tom asked.
   "Sure is," came the reply. "So is eating meat." He grinned sheepishly. "I'm not giving up my cattle, so I guess this girl will go the way of the others pretty 
soon. She's a looker. Pity."
  Tom knelt down beside Luke, glancing warily toward the child. "She said her dad was redheaded."
  Luke's indrawn breath was audible, although he recovered quickly enough. "Did she? She was barely older than a toddler when he died..."
   "Red is red, whatever age you are," Tom said doggedly. His green eyes met the blue ones of the other man. "She's mine."
   
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  Luke cursed silently. Elysia was going to kill him.
   "She's mine," Tom repeated harshly, his eyes demanding verification.
   Luke bent his head. "She's yours," he said heavily.
   Tom looked at the little girl again, his face white, his eyes blazing. He'd never thought much about getting married, much less about having children, and all 
at once, he was a father. It was a shattering thought.
"Dear God," he breathed.
   Luke put a hand on his shoulder, noting how the other man tensed at once. He didn't like being touched. Luke withdrew the comradely gesture. "She thought you 
were a big city playboy," he explained. "She never considered trying to get in touch with you, especially after the way you acted before she left town."
Tom grimaced.
   "If it's any consolation, Fred had leukemia when they married, and he was already infirm. They lived together as friends, nothing more, and she was fond of him. 
She needed a name for Crissy. For a small town like this, we're pretty tolerant, but Elysia couldn't bear having people gossip about us more than they already

do." He searched Tom's eyes. "You'll have heard about our father, I imagine?"
   Tom nodded. He drew in a long breath. "My father was a madman," he confided quietly. "I've had my share of beatings, too," he added, and a look passed between 
the two men. "The difference was that my father died of a brain tumor-while he was beating my sister for smiling at a boy she liked. He called her a slut, if you 
can imagine being labeled that for a smile."
  Luke grimaced. "Good God, and I thought I had it bad."
   Tom laughed coldly. His eyes were on the child. "One time," he said half to himself, "in my entire life, and there was a child."
  Luke looked down at the ground. "Elysia was your first?"
  Tom hesitated, but he was too stunned by what he'd learned to conceal it anymore. "Yes," he said bluntly. "And the last. There hasn't been anyone else, ever."
  Luke looked up, quietly compassionate. "Not for her, either," he said. "Not even her husband."
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   Tom's hand clenched by his side. "And now that I know about her-" he nodded toward the child "-what the hell do I do?"
   
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   On that subject," Luke mused, "I would say that you've got a real problem on your hands. Elysia never meant for you to find out about Crissy. And here I've given 
the game away."
   He shook his head. "Crissy gave it away," he replied, "when she said her dad was redheaded. I believe in recessive genes, of course, but not to that extent. She's 
a dead ringer for my sister, Kate."
"I noticed that, too," Luke replied.
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time and demand my rights to my daughter. I let her leave New York pregnant, although I swear I didn't suspect that she could have been after one night, and I never 
even tried to see her again. She won't understand why."
 "Care to tell me?"
   Tom laughed coldly. "Because I was too ashamed," he said. "I got drunk and had sex," he said with self-contempt. His eyes closed. "My God, I thought I was sure 
to go to hell after that. I didn't realize that the hell was going to be living with myself afterward. I missed her," he confided. "She'd been with me for two years, 
and it was like losing part of my own body. But every time I thought about what I'd done, I was too ashamed to try to contact her. I never thought of a child," he 
added huskily. He shook his head. "I wasn't very clued-up for a twenty-eight-year-old man. And Elysia thought I was a playboy. How's that for irony?"
   "You should have told her the truth," Luke told him. "She's not the sort of woman who would think less of you. I'd guess that it would impress her very much."
   "How could I have told her something like that? I'm thirty-four now, but when I knew Elysia I was twenty-eight already. How many male virgins of that age have 
you ever

known?" Tom asked him with an irritable glance.
Luke grinned. "One."
  Tom burst out laughing. It didn't seem so terrible now, that he'd had a woman and a child had come of the experience. In fact, the more he thought about it, the 
more pleasure he felt. Those pangs of conscience were receding at least a little. But he was knee-deep in problems, with no solutions in sight. Elysia was the biggest 
one of all. He remembered the things he'd said to her recently and he wanted to throw back his head and scream. Even if she'd have let him come around Crissy before, 
she'd never allow him close to the child now. He'd burned his bridges by accusing her of sleeping her way up the corporate ladder. He groaned aloud. How could he 
have been so blind?
   "You might come to supper tonight," Luke said.
  Tom's eyebrows lifted. "She'd have me stuffed and baked if I walked in the door. Either that, or she'd smother me in all that tomato sauce you said she made."
   "No guts, no glory," Luke reminded him. He looked at the child, who was just joining them. "Crissy, what would you think if Mr. Walker came to dinner tonight?"
   
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   "I'd like that," the child said seriously, grinning up at him. "I'd like to know all about Indians."
  Tom sighed. "I only know family lore, and not much of that," he confided. "Kate and I went to live with our grandmother, and she didn't like that side of our family 
at all. She refused to let us talk about it."
"How mean," Crissy muttered.
   "It was, wasn't it?" Tom agreed, having just realized that it was a form of discrimination on the old woman's part. "But my sister's husband knew someone on the 
Sioux reservation who was related to our great-grandfather-and therefore to us. He asked for the history, and Kate went to see the woman and wrote it all down." 
He searched the little face so much like his own. "One of our ancestors was at the Little Bighorn, and we have distant relatives in Canada and South Dakota among 
the Sioux."
   "Do you visit them?" Crissy asked, wide-eyed.
   "I haven't yet. I think I might like to," he added. He smiled. "Maybe you and your mom could come along."
   "You could ask her," Crissy said doubtfully. "She doesn't like to go places."
   
"You said she took you to a powwow," Tom reminded her, cherishing the memory.
   "She liked it," Crissy agreed. "She told me all about the Plains Indians and about that place where General Custer got shot, too."
   "Colonel Custer," Tom told her. "He had a Civil War battlefield promotion to Brigadier General, but that was a brevet commission. He was only a colonel in the 
7th Cavalry."
"Touchy subject, hmmm?" Luke teased.
   "Very," Tom replied. "And isn't it a hell of a thing that it should be? I haven't paid a lot of attention to my ancestry before now." He looked at Crissy. "But 
it's in the genes."
"It sure is," Luke replied amusedly.
   "I want to catch a big fish for you to eat at our house,'' Crissy said. She tried to throw the hook into the water, but she wasn't tall enough to cast the line 
out.
  Tom squatted just behind her, holding her with one arm while he guided the small hand holding the line. "Like this, sweetheart," he said gently.
  She grinned at him over one shoulder. "Thanks. You smell nice," she added.
  He chuckled, hugging her close. "So do you, tidbit."
  He got up, leaving her to hold the pole tight in both hands. He'd never used endearments,
   
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but the child seemed to invoke them effortlessly. He stared down at her with pure pride, unaware that Luke could see that pride.
   "She's very like you," Luke remarked quietly.
   "Yes," came the reply. Tom went back to his own pole, baited the hook and tossed the line out into the lake. His thoughts were dark ones. He knew Elysia wasn't 
going to want him in her house, but he had to try to make his peace with her. He glanced at his daughter and knew that it was worth the effort.
  They caught five big bass between them, which Luke volunteered to clean. "Come over about six," he told Tom.
   Tom glanced from the child's eager face to Luke's. He grimaced. "I don't know..."
   "You have to," Crissy pleaded. "Me and Uncle Luke and Mama can't eat all these big fish alone. Please?"
   "Okay," he relented. "I'll see if I can rent some body armor," he murmured to himself. "Boy, am I going to need it!"
   He went home to clean up, wondering how Luke was going to fare when he broke the news to Elysia. It would probably be bloody.
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   She hesitated. "Mommy, you have to say it's okay," she told her mother somberly. "I invited Mr. Tom to come help us eat the fish. He helped us catch them. I like 
him," she added belligerently. "He's going to tell me all about Indians."
   "Go on," Luke prompted, smiling. "It will be all right."
   Crissy went, glowering at her white-faced parent on the way.
   "You can't," Elysia cried when her daughter was out of sight. "You can't have him here! If he's around her enough, he'll see...!"
"He already has," Luke said.
   He jumped forward and helped her into a chair, because she looked as if she might faint.
"You told him," she accused hoarsely.
"I did not. Crissy did."
"Crissy? But she doesn't know!"
   "She told him that her dad was redheaded," he explained. "It wasn't a great leap of logic from that to the way she resembles his sister- not to mention himself."
   "Oh, dear God," Elysia whispered, closing her eyes. "Dear God, what'll he do?"
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said. He knelt by her chair, one hand on hers in her lap. "Listen, he's not vindictive. He doesn't blame you. He's got secrets of his own," he added, hoping to get 
her attention.
  That did. She looked at him through misty eyes. "He does?"
   "You remember what we were speculating about?" he asked. "Well, we were right on the money. Sex was a taboo at home. Their father beat them for showing the slightest 
interest in the other sex. He said his conscience was eating him alive about you. He thought he'd go to hell for sleeping with you."
She gasped. "Good heavens!"
   "He said that it's taken all these years for him to come to grips with it," he continued quietly. "The main thing that came out is that he was angry at himself, 
not at you. It was guilt and shame that caused him to let you go without a word, and kept him from coming after you. He didn't even consider that you might become 
pregnant. His father taught him that desire was nothing more than sick lust."
   She closed her eyes and shivered. "How he must have felt," she whispered.
   "He's a case," he agreed. "I don't suppose there was a woman brave enough to chase him at all until you came along. That cold reserve

of his is rather formidable, even to other men."
   "I'll say," she agreed, remembering the Tom of six years ago. She looked up. "Why is he coming to dinner?"
   "Because I invited him." He held up a hand. "This can't go on," he informed her. "Half the town's talking already about the way the two of you avoid each other. 
We all have to live here. It's time to make peace. Or at least, a public peace. This is the first step."
   "He'll be lucky if he gets in the door un-wounded," she said coldly. "Do you have any idea what he's been saying to me lately?"
"No," he said warily.
   "He's accused me of sleeping with that damned Frenchman to market my boutique's designs," she said furiously. "He thinks I'm a slut!"
"No, he doesn't..."
   "You can't imagine the things he said to me at the business meeting just the other day," she added. "Not to mention that we were about to have lunch in Rose's 
Cafe downtown and when he saw me come in the door, he gave up his place in line and left."
   He pursed his lips. "He didn't mention that."
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ways to get to my child," she raged. "Well, he won't get her. He can come here tonight, but you are never to invite him into this house again while I'm living in 
it, Luke! I won't be persecuted by him, not even for my little girl's sake!"
   "He's not out for revenge," he reminded her. "He's had as rough a time as we had. Maybe rougher. You can at least try to be sociable, can't you? Crissy likes 
him." He searched her wan face. "You loved him once."
   "A long time ago," she replied, "and he never felt the same way, even then. He talked to me, but it was never more than that, until he got drunk. He doesn't love 
me. He wanted me that once, and now he doesn't anymore. He thinks I'm a gold digger, out for money and nothing else. He told me so. That was a week or so before 
the business meeting."
   "Tom actually accused you of that?" Luke was surprised, because Tom hadn't said anything about that to him, either.
   "We had words on the street, and I slapped him." She flushed at her brother's level look. "Well, he deserved it! He made me out to be cheap, and all because that 
French buyer had humiliated me loud enough for the whole town to hear." Her eyes flashed. "Hell will freeze

over before I give him a contract for our designs," she added coldly. "He did that deliberately because I wouldn't have an affair with him."
"Did you tell Tom that?"
   "He didn't let me tell him anything," she replied. "He made a lot of nasty accusations and I hit him. I'm glad I hit him," she added. "I only threw a shoe at 
him and missed at the business meeting, but I'll practice," she assured herself. "Next time, I'll knock his brains out!"
  Luke had to bite back a grin. "He has got quite a few hang-ups," he reminded her. "It will take a brave woman to live with a man like that, if she can even get 
him in front of a minister to get married. He's frozen halfway through because of his father."
   "I wish I'd known that in New York. It's too late to matter much now. A man that age isn't going to change." She stared out the window and grimaced. "But I'm 
sorry he had a bad time of it." She glanced back at her brother with a rueful smile. "I guess his upbringing was like ours."
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Sometimes they get lucky and find solace in each other."
   "Sometimes they withdraw and strike at anyone who comes close," she replied.
   He chuckled. "An apt description of our Mr. Walker. But he has a weakness. Crissy. She winds him around her finger."
"He really likes her?" she asked.
   "He's crazy about her," he said. "She likes him, too. If you're wise, you won't try to separate them. There's already a bond growing."
   "I wouldn't deny him access," she said defensively. "But it's going to complicate things. He doesn't like me at all, and it's mutual."
   "He doesn't know you, Ellie. Give him a chance."
   "Even if I would, he'll never give me one," she said finally.
   He saw that arguing with her wasn't going to solve anything. He winked at her instead. "I'll clean those fish for you."
   She was a bundle of nerves by five-thirty. Crissy, in a neat little pink skirt and tank top, was setting the table. She glanced at her mother with wry amusement 
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chignon, gleamed in the sunlight filtering through the window.
  Luke came down the hall with a grin on his handsome face. "You'll wear holes in the floor," he told her. "Quit that."
   "I'll go mad long before six o'clock," she moaned. "Oh, Luke, why did you..." Her voice trailed off into a faint gasp as she heard the crunch of car tires on 
the gravel driveway. She looked out the window, and there was the gray Lincoln.
"He's here." She choked.
   "Is it him?" Crissy called, running into the living room. She looked out the screen door. "It is!" She opened the door and ran to him. "Hi, Mr. Tom!"
  The sight of the child running toward him aroused odd sensations in Tom Walker. He opened his arms and caught her, lifting her high, his eyes twinkling with the 
joy that raged inside him. This was his own, his child, his blood. Amazing how attached he'd become to her in such a short time. He hugged her close, laughing.
   She returned the enthusiastic hug, and chattered brightly about the meal they were going to have as he carried her effortlessly into the house.
   
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   "Gosh, you're strong, Mr. Tom," she said with a grin. "I'll bet you could lift my pony."
   "Not quite," he mused, setting her back on her feet. He shook hands with Luke and then turned to Elysia.
   Her face was drawn. She looked frustrated and even a little frightened.
   He reacted to her expression rather than to her cold greeting. "It's all right," he said gently, searching her eyes quietly. "We'll call a truce for tonight."
   She drew in a steadying breath, ignoring the comment. "Dinner's ready, if you'd like to sit down."
   "Come on and help me bring in the food, Crissy," Luke said to the child, herding her out of the room.
   Tom heard the kitchen door close and he searched Elysia's worried face for a long moment. "I'm not very good at this," he began slowly.
"At what?" she asked tersely.
   He shrugged. "Apologies. I don't think I've made two in my entire life. But I'm sorry about what I said to you the other day."
   "You needn't butter me up because you like Crissy," she said coldly. "Regardless of your opinion of me, I'm not vindictive."
He searched her eyes.  "She's a unique

young lady. You've done a good job with her."
She moved restlessly. "Thank you."
  He stuck his hands into his slacks pockets with a long sigh. "Are you and Luke close?" he asked suddenly.
  The question should have surprised her, but it didn't. "Yes," she said. "We were physically abused children, so I guess we were closer than kids who had a normal 
upbringing."
   His face grew very hard. "It's a damnable world for some children, isn't it? Even with the new protective laws, the secrecy hangs on. It's so hard for a child 
to accuse a parent, even one who deserves a prison term."
   "I know." She searched his lean face with quick, curious eyes. "You want to know if Luke told me what you said to him, don't you?"
"He did, of course," he said knowingly.
   She nodded. "He thought...it might help if I knew it all."
"And did it?"
   She lowered her eyes to his chest, flushing. She'd been more intimate with this man than with anyone in her whole life. It hadn't bothered her before, but now 
it did. Vivid memories flooded her mind of that night with him.
   
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They were embarrassing and they made her self-conscious around him.
   "I won't stop you from seeing Crissy, if that's what you mean," she said, evading a direct answer, her tone cold with her inner turmoil.
"Thanks," he replied.
  Neither of them spoke, having too much trouble finding the right words.
  When Luke and Crissy came back, two pairs of eyes looked toward them with open relief.
"Shall we eat?" Luke murmured.
  Crissy reached up and took Tom's hand. "You have to sit beside me, Mr. Tom, so you can tell me about Indians."
   "Native Americans." Elysia corrected her without thinking and then flushed at Tom's keen glance.
   "Is that right?" Crissy asked her companion.
   "Actually it is," he told her. "Or, if you prefer, indigenous aborigines." He grinned. "Those two words get a workout lately."
  Crissy tried to pronounce it and finally succeeded.
  After they were well into their meal, Tom explained the divisions of Sioux to his young daughter. "There are Lakota, Nakota and Da-

kota," he said, "which refers to the use of the / and n and d in each of those languages. Then, there are Brule, or burned thigh, Sioux, Nez Perce, Blackfoot and 
Sans Arc." He explained to her that Sans Arc meant "without bows" and came from a sad incident in that tribe's history during which the group were advised by a shaman 
to put their bows and arrows into a pile. They were subsequently attacked, with tragic results.
   "Tell me about your great-grandfather," Crissy persisted.
   "He was one of the warrior subchiefs," he explained. "He fought and was wounded in the Little Bighorn fight."
"Massacre," Crissy said knowingly.
  He gave her a long look. "A massacre is when one group is totally unarmed and defenseless. Custer and his men had plenty of weapons."
"Oh," Crissy said respectfully.
   "Back in the old days, trackers could tell by the shape of a moccasin which tribe he was tracking. The arrows were unique to each tribe, and even to each warrior."
   "Goodness," Crissy exclaimed. "Can you track?"
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the woods, I don't think I'd be much good at it. Now my sister's husband is a real tracker. And he's got Native American blood, too. Their little boy is just your 
age. He looks a lot like you," he mused, studying Crissy. "He has green eyes, too, despite his dark skin and hair."
   "Have you seen the Cades lately?" Luke asked.
  Tom shook his head. "I've been too busy, what with this move to Jacobsville. But I thought I might go up there for a few days next month. I don't know what I'll 
do with Moose while I'm away, though," he added thoughtfully.
   "You got a moose?" Crissy asked, wide-eyed.
   "That's his name," Tom said, correcting her. He chuckled. "Moose is sort of like a walking disaster. I've been around dogs most of my life, but he's unique. Kate 
saw him once and called him an albatross."
   "What's that?" the little girl wondered aloud.
   "There was a poem by Coleridge. The ancient mariner was forced to wear one around his neck-"
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   "We could keep your dog for you," Crissy volunteered.
   "No, you couldn't," Tom said before Elysia or Luke could speak. "Moose would shatter every fragile thing your mother and uncle have, and you'd have to recarpet 
the floor. He's a digger. If he can't get his paws into dirt, he'll try to unearth the carpet. Everything I own is saturated in lemon juice to keep Moose out of 
it. He really hates the taste of lemon."
"Why do you keep him?" Luke asked.
  Tom made a face. "I don't know. I like him, I guess. He was a stray. I felt sorry for him. Now I feel sorry for myself. But he'll grow up. One day."
   "We have two cats that somebody abandoned," Luke murmured, with a speaking glance at his sister. "I was going to take them to the pound, but she-" he gestured 
toward Elysia "-wouldn't hear of it. They went to the vet instead, for shots. Good thing she makes a good living at her boutique, or their appetites would bankrupt 
her."
  "They eat an awful lot," Crissy agreed. "Especially Winter."
"Winter?" Tom ventured.
  "It was when we found her," she replied. "And the other one is named 'Damn-'"
   
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"Crissy!" Elysia burst out.
   "Well, that's what Uncle Luke calls her,"
 Crissy muttered.
   "Her name is Petunia," Elysia said, smothering laughter. "But she likes shaving lotion, so every morning when Luke uses his, Petunia leaps into his lap and tries 
to lick him."
   "Moose has several other names, too," Tom murmured, "But I won't repeat them in mixed company."
Luke chuckled.
   "Would you like to see our cats?" Crissy asked when they finished dessert. "They live in the barn."
   "Go ahead," Elysia told the other three occupants of the table. "I have to clear away."
  Tom hesitated, but Crissy caught his hand and coaxed him out the back door.
  Luke hesitated before he followed. "You okay?" he asked his sister.
   She managed a smile. "I suppose so. Not that we've settled anything, but we're not attacking each other, either. I don't mind if he sees Crissy."
"They seem to be forming a bond."
   "I noticed." She sighed. "Luke, you don't think he'll try to take her away from me?" she asked worriedly.
"No, I don't. He isn't that kind of man."
   
"I do hope you're right. I've only been around him for a few..."
  The sound of tires on the gravel outside caught their attention. A tall, dark-haired man was just getting out of a racy red foreign sports car.
  "Why, it's Matt!" Elysia exclaimed. "Whatever is he doing here?"



Chapter 4
Matt Caldwell was a handsome devil, dark-eyed and lean-faced and dark-browed. He moved with a lithe, sure gait and he was the favorite target of most of the single 
women in Jacobsville. Not that Matt ever seemed to notice any of them, except Elysia, and only on a friendly basis. His full name was Mather Gilbert Caldwell. But 
everyone called him Matt.
   He grinned as he approached the people on the front porch, showing perfect white teeth.
"Are you a delegation?" he queried.
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   "I'm looking for your dinner guest. Where is he? I've got a message for him from his sister."
   "It must be a pretty important one to bring you out here," Elysia said. "And how did you know he was here?"
"Mr. Gallagher," he murmured dryly.
   She groaned. "He's out in the barn with Crissy."
"Mind if I deliver the message?"
"Of course not," Elysia said.
   He caught her by the hand and pulled her along. "You come, too."
   She let him lead her away with an amused glance toward her brother.
   "Is it bad news?" she asked as they approached the barn.
   "Not at all." He glanced down at her. "Why is your dinner guest in the barn with Crissy?"
"She's introducing him to our cats."
   "I heard she and Luke spent today out at Turner's Lake fishing with Tom."
"They did."
   "Is he Luke's friend, or yours?" Matt asked, pausing to stare down at her.
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friends take care of each other. Our Mr. Walker has a cold, nasty temper and he seems to be going out of his way to antagonize you. I felt a little guilty about 
it, so I came out to see why Luke brought him home."
  His wording went right by her. "Crissy likes him," she said.
"Crissy likes me, too," he said pointedly.
   She couldn't say any more without giving away secrets. She grimaced. "Matt, be a dear and stop grilling me, could you?"
   "Is he why you left New York so suddenly?"
  She glared at him. "Hey. That's too personal!"
   "Sure it is. We've already agreed that we're friends, haven't we?" His dark eyes narrowed. "Crissy looks a lot like him, don't you think?"
"Matt!"
   He let out a long sigh. "Well, she does. I'm not blind or stupid, and I knew more about Fred Nash than most people. He wasn't in any shape to become a father..."
"Oh, God, not you, too?" she groaned.
   "Yes. Me, too. For heaven's sake, hasn't it dawned on you that I was responsible for Tom being in Jacobsville? That I planted the seed

in his mind, encouraged him to do a market study of the area and move down here?"
She actually gasped. "You didn't!"
   "I did," he said firmly. "He had a right to know. Not that I said anything about Crissy to him. I thought fate would take care of that And it has. He knows, too, 
doesn't he?"
She glowered up at him.
   "Of course he knows," he answered his own question. "He isn't blind, either. And he's been giving you fits ever since he moved here. Damn, I'm sorry."
   She slumped. "Matt, you were only trying to help. But it's all such a mess."
   "Most messes can be cleaned up with the right broom." He tilted her face up, smiled and bent to kiss her on the cheek. "Cheer up. The world isn't going to end. 
In fact, things are going to work out beautifully. All you have to do is give them a chance."
   The squeak of the barn door opening brought both heads up. Tom was standing there with Crissy beside him, glaring blackly at the newcomers.
   "There you are," Matt said genially, still clinging tightly to Elysia's hand. "Kate phoned. When she couldn't find you, she found me. She has news."
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   ''Hell, no," Matt said, chuckling. "She's pregnant You're going to be an uncle again."
  Tom whistled through his teeth. "Imagine that. They've tried for years to have a second child." He laughed with pure delight. "I'll bet they're both over the moon."
   "Kate sounded that way when I spoke to her," Matt agreed. "She said Jacob's already planning a new nursery. He wants a girl this time. I think Kate does, too."
   "They'll be happy with whatever they get. They're both crazy about kids."
"Their son will like having a playmate."
   "And Kate is a wonderful mother," Tom added. "I'll call her as soon as I get home. Why are you holding Elysia's hand?" he added so abruptly that it caught Matt 
by surprise.
   "Was I?" He loosened her fingers with a smug look that neither of them saw.
   "He can hold my hand if he wants to," Ely-sia told Tom.
   "I noticed," he said coldly. "You must like him. You haven't thrown anything at him. What's the matter, can't get your shoe off?"
   "Just you give me a minute and we'll see...!" She struggled with a loafer, using Matt's arm for a prop, but she was immediately tugged upward.

 "Stop that," Matt muttered.
   "Did she throw a shoe at you, Mr. Tom?" Crissy asked, wide-eyed.
   "Yes, she did," he replied curtly. "A high-heeled one, at that. She could have knocked my head off."
   "That was the idea, all right," Elysia said sharply.
   "Now, now." Matt stepped between them. "This isn't setting a good example for the shortest member of our little friendly group."
  Tom and Elysia stopped glaring at each other and glanced at Crissy, who was watching them with growing worry.
  Tom wiped the anger from his face and smiled nonchalantly. "It's just a slight disagreement, cupcake," he said. "Nothing to worry about. Isn't that right, Elysia?"
She cleared her throat "Of course."
   "Then why did my mommy throw a shoe at you?" Crissy asked the tall man.
"Because he called me a-!"
"Ellie!" Matt interrupted.
  Elysia clenched her teeth and forced a smile in Tom's general direction. "Never mind."
   "Don't you like each other?" the child asked plaintively. "Mommy, you have to like Mr. Tom because he's my friend."
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stone, which Elysia wasn't. She went down on one knee. "I like Mr. Tom," she told the child. "I really do."
   "And do you like my mommy?" the child asked the man.
   He drew in a short breath. "Sure. I think she's just spiffy."
"Huh?"
  He glanced at Elysia with cold green eyes. "Terrific. Super. A truly wonderful person."
   "Thank goodness," Crissy said, smiling her relief. "Now you have to stop yelling at each other, okay?"
  Tom and Elysia stared at each other. "Okay," they chorused gruffly.
   "Let's have a cup of coffee," Matt said quickly. "Elysia, do you mind?"
   "Not at all." It was something to do, to get her out of range of that...that man!
   The men followed slowly back toward the house with Crissy in tow. By the time they arrived in the dining room, Elysia was calm and coolly friendly, even to her 
daughter's hated friend. But she was relieved when Tom left, just the same.
   He became a regular visitor to the ranch after that. Sometimes he came when Luke was there alone with the child, but occasionally he

showed up for Sunday dinner. Elysia tolerated him, but she couldn't forget the horrible things he'd said to her, his cold treatment of her. Even understanding his 
past didn't make him any more welcome in her home. She knew that he was just pretending to tolerate her company so that he could spend time with his daughter.
   She still wasn't sure if he might try to claim custody of Crissy, and it made her nervous. She saw the way he looked at the child, with pride and tenderness. 
Crissy was equally fond of him. It was going to complicate Elysia's life, but she didn't know what to do. Tom had every right to see his child. But it cut right 
into Elysia's heart every time she saw him. The past might be over, but her feelings for him had never wavered. They grew harder to contain as she saw that rare 
tenderness he displayed with Crissy. With no one else was he as open, as vulnerable. To make matters worse, when Elysia came into a room, he seemed to freeze over.
   She didn't know that it was jealousy motivating him, that seeing her with Matt that evening had provoked all sorts of doubts about her feelings.
   She was getting Sunday dinner when Tom came into the kitchen to ask for cups to go with the carafe of coffee.
   
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    "They're in that cupboard." With her hands busy making rolls, she had to nod with her head toward the cabinets.
"I'll get them."
   She kneaded risen dough, trying not to notice how nice he looked in slacks and a dark jacket with a delicately red striped shirt and paisley tie. He wore his 
hair short and neat but she had fantasies about how he might look with his hair tousled or down around his shoulders like his Native American ancestors...
   "Crissy wants to know if you'll let her come home with me to meet Moose," he said.
   She froze. She knew she shouldn't be thinking of making up excuses, but she was.
   "I know you don't approve," he said quietly. "But she's my child, too."
   She glanced at him worriedly and then away again. "It isn't that I don't approve," she faltered.
   He put the cups down and went to stand close behind her. "But you want her to like Matt, is that it?" he demanded.
   She whirled. "Whatever made you ask that?"
  He searched her wide eyes. "You're involved with him, aren't you?" he demanded.
She grimaced.  "No, I'm not," she said

through her teeth. "But I wish I were. He's handsome and sexy and..."
"Experienced," he said for her, bitterly.
   The tone of his voice slowed her down. She looked at him quietly, seeing emotional scars that probably were invisible to most people. They were vivid to her, 
perhaps because they shared the same sort of past.
   "Experience doesn't make a man," she replied. "There are many things much more important."
"Such as?"
   "Tenderness," she said promptly. "The ability to carry on a conversation. Intelligence. A sense of humor."
   He glared down at her. "I suppose Matt has all those qualities," he said.
   "He's my friend," she told him. "Only my friend."
   His green eyes narrowed. "And what am I?"
   Her heart jumped. She didn't want to be pinned down with such a question. She turned her attention back to her dough.
   "We were friends once," he continued, as if she'd spoken. "I valued your opinion. We got along well together."
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my life," he said bitterly. "I've lived with it, but it hasn't been easy. Probably not for you, either," he added perceptively. "You were no more a rounder than 
I was."
   She looked at him wide-eyed. "Excuse me, that's not what you said when that French Don Juan made some loud remarks about me on the street."
  He grimaced. "I was jealous," he said flatly.
  Her hands stilled in the dough as she stared at him. "You were what?"
  He shrugged. "I hated his guts," he said shortly. "I couldn't imagine you with a man like that, but I wasn't thinking clearly. You're very attractive," he added 
reluctantly. "I can't blame other men for wanting you, too."
  His almost unnoticed slip fascinated her. She glanced at him hesitantly. "Do you... want me?" she asked daringly.
  His heart jumped in his chest. His face hardened.
  She backtracked. "Sorry. Unfortunate question-"
  His mouth cut off the words. He'd moved so quickly that she didn't even see him coming. He kissed her a little clumsily, because it had been a long time. But after 
a minute, as

she began to respond shyly, he started to get the hang of it again.
   "Of course I want you," he growled against her mouth.
  He pulled her close, ignoring her floury hands, and wrapped her up against him from head to toe. His lips were hungry, ardent. It had been years, and she was as 
soft and sweet as he remembered her. He groaned under his breath and deepened the kiss.
   She felt as if she'd died and gone to heaven. He wanted her. She wanted him, too. She pressed closer and whimpered.
  Tom forgot that there were people in the other room. He lifted her clear of the floor and kissed her until his mouth hurt. He hadn't realized how much he'd missed. 
Now, his lack of love came home with a violence that made him oblivious to everything else. In all the world, there was only one woman for him, and he had her in 
his arms right now.
  She felt him stiffen finally and her feet touched the floor. He was breathing roughly, but he didn't look as if he felt the least bit guilty. He touched her face 
gently and brushed the hair back from her face.
   "You don't look a day older than you did in New York," he said unsteadily. "You're as lovely as you were then."
   
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   She searched his face with eyes that were just as inquisitive as his. She wanted to believe him, she wanted to trust him. But they weren't married and he wanted 
his daughter. She hesitated.
  He drew in a slow breath. "It's too soon, isn't it?" he asked. "All right. Suppose you go out with me, just the two of us, tomorrow night? I'll take you out to 
eat and we'll find somewhere to dance."
"In Jacobsville?"
   "In Houston," he informed. "We'll need to leave about five. Can you close up early?"
"I will," she said immediately.
  He smiled, and his whole face changed. "Maybe they're right about second chances," he said. "I've missed you."
  She knew those words came hard to him. She smiled back. It was like the sun coming out after a long storm.
  But the shadows lingered, too. That night, after he went home, Tom had nightmares. His father's mocking, hateful words echoed over and over again in his ears. 
He wanted Elysia, but the barrier between his brain and his body still existed. Love was a weakness. Sex was a bigger one. His one taste of her had left him aching 
for months afterward. What would it

be like, now, if he gave in to her? Could he really trust her not to want revenge for the emotional pain she'd suffered after his cold rejection, for leaving her 
alone to bear their child?
   He was tormented by doubts and irrational fears. By morning, he was already regretting his impulsive invitation to Elysia for supper. If he could have found a 
single logical excuse for backing out, he would have. But as things went, he was forced to go.
  When he went to pick her up, he found Elysia wearing a very pretty black lacy dress with short sleeves and a black velvet jacket. She looked elegant and expensive. 
Considering her inherited wealth, and the amount of money she seemed to earn with her exclusive boutique, it was no wonder that she had the right sort of clothes 
for any occasion. He remembered painfully well the simple black crepe sheath she'd worn the night he'd seduced her in New York City. It had been a cheap dress, and 
looked it. The one she was wearing tonight was probably a designer model. With her blond hair in a neat chignon and her pretty feet in simple black high heels, she 
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  He chuckled. "I suppose I am. You look very nice."
   "Thanks. So do you." He was wearing a dark suit, which emphasized his own dark complexion. He looked remote and elegant and very sexy. She lowered her eyes and 
spoke to his chin. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
  Hearing her repeat aloud his own doubts startled him.
  She glanced up into his eyes and saw the indecision there. "I thought you might be regretting it," she said with a forced smile. "All of this was rather forced 
on you, wasn't it? You just wanted someone for a night, and now you have a past and a child to show for it." She sighed heavily. "I'm sorry. If I'd been more streetwise 
than I was-"
   "Crissy is a treasure," he said, interrupting her. "I'll never regret her."
She brightened a little. "Honestly?"
  He smiled. "Honestly." He glanced around. "Speaking of Crissy, where is she?"
   "There's a carnival in town. Luke took her to eat cotton candy and go on the rides," she replied. "After he'd made sure they were safe, of course." She grinned. 
"He's very protective of her."
"I noticed. I like Luke," he added.
   
"So do I. He was my guardian angel when our father was still alive." She searched his bitter eyes. "Oh, Tom, we didn't have much of a childhood, either of us, did 
we?"
   His jaw tautened. "No. It wasn't my father's fault, but that doesn't make the memories any easier." He reached out slowly and touched her soft hair. He grimaced 
as he moved a little closer, his smile almost apologetic. "I'm not used to touching, or being touched. It's hard for me to talk about how I feel, much less show 
it."
"I understand."
   His dark green eyes narrowed thoughtfully. "Yes, I think you do." He searched her face. "Could you live with it, though, from day to day? You'd have no guarantee 
that I could ever be like a normal man."
   "If by normal you mean ready, willing and able to sleep with every woman you date, then I'd just as soon have you the way you are," she said flatly. "I'm not 
risking my life with a man who sees women as a party favor."
  He chuckled softly. "Funny, that's just how I feel about women who are rounders."
   "See? We have plenty of things in common."
   "We always did. You were the only thing that made New York City bearable, and I
   
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never even told you. Just seeing you at your desk every morning, smiling and cheerful, made my day." He sighed. "Not that I realized it until you were gone, of course," 
he added ruefully.
   "They say we never know what we're missing until we don't have it anymore."
"So they do."
   She frowned suddenly. "You asked if I could live with the way you are," she recalled.
   He shrugged, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Maybe it was too soon to say anything. But eventually, I'd like it if we got married. I hope you would, too."
   She whistled silently. "There'd be a lot of adjustments to make," she said.
   "Oh, yes, there would," he agreed. "Cris-sy's never known any father except your late husband. This house has been home for you both for a while. She's used to 
Uncle Luke being around constantly. I'm not an easy companion, and I like my own way-I expect you do, too. We'd have to do a lot of compromising."
"I like paying my own way," she added.
"So do I." He smiled. "So what?"
"I don't plan to give up my boutique."
His eyebrows arched. "Did I ask you to?"
"It takes up a lot of my time," she began.
   
"My work takes up a lot of mine," he told her. "But we'd have weekends with each other and Crissy. She'd have a balanced family."
   "She doesn't know that you're her father," she said worriedly.
   "One day, she will. We don't have to decide anything in the next five hours, do we?"
   She laughed out loud. "Tom, you make it all seem so simple."
   "Generally life is simple. People complicate it when emotions get in the way." He looked at her openly, with tender appreciation. "You're amazingly pretty."
   She flushed. "I am not. I'm five pounds overweight for my height and I have wrinkles."
   "I'd be getting there, myself, if I didn't spend so much time chasing Moose out of things."
"Your dog?"
   "My small horse. Once you meet him, it will take a while to get used to him. It would be all right as long as you don't have anything fragile."
   She cocked her head at him. "This sounds serious."
   "It is. He's still a puppy and he has no respect for personal property, unless it's his."
   
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"I like dogs," she said.
"That's because you haven't met Moose."
"When am I going to?"
  He eyed her warily. "I was hoping to put that off until the very last minute, just in case. But if you have to, you have to. How about tomorrow? You can bring 
Crissy with you."
"She'd like that."
  He checked his watch. "We'd better get going. I made reservations for supper."
   "This sounds like serious eating," she said as he led her to the Lincoln.
"It is. I hope you still like seafood."
  Her breath caught. "I do. How did you remember that, after all this time?"
  He got in beside her and cranked the engine. "You'd be surprised at some of the things I remember about you," he replied. "You were memorable."
She averted her eyes. "So were you."
  He drove quietly for several minutes. "I hurt you."
   "Inevitably," she agreed. "But, before..." She cleared her throat.
"Before?" he prompted.
  She turned her purse over in her lap. "Before ... it was... wonderful.''
"For me, too," he said stiffly. "A feast of

first times. I'd never touched a woman that intimately in my life."
She smiled shyly. "I know. I'm glad."
  He glanced at her ruefully. "Thank God you weren't experienced," he murmured.
"Why?"
   "You'd have laughed your head off at all that fumbling."
   "Don't be silly," she replied. "No matter what you'd done, it would have been wonderful. I loved you, you know," she added huskily, and she didn't look at him.
   "Well, that's nice to know," he told her. "Because I was head over heels in love with you, too."
   
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She gaped at him. "You were?"
  He didn't look at her. "Didn't you know?" he asked softly. "Everyone else did. It was why I couldn't face you the next morning. It had been the most exquisite 
experience of my life. But I had no way of knowing for sure if you were innocent, even though I suspected it. I was afraid you'd laugh at me."
   "As if I could, ever!" she exclaimed. "I worked for you for two years. Didn't that give you some clue to my character?"
   "I never knew you intimately," he explained. "And most women these days are very experienced and they expect a lot in bed.

I wasn't sure I could measure up to those expectations. That's one reason I shied away from being intimate. At least, until you came along." He glanced at her. "I 
didn't plan it, either. I drank too much and things just seemed to happen."
   "I know. It was like that for me, too, nothing planned." She smiled, the first time she'd been able to smile about her naivete. "You might have noticed the lack 
of precautions..."
  He chuckled with delight. "All four feet of her," he said with a nod.
  She dropped her gaze to his chest and shook her head. "I guess we were both pretty naive."
   "I'm sorry," he said gravely, and his eyes were somber when hers lifted to them. "About the way I behaved, and most especially about the way things worked out 
for you and Crissy. I've missed so much of her life," he added. "I have years to catch up on. If you're going to let me."
She felt startled. "Why wouldn't I?"
  His broad shoulders lifted and fell. "You have every right to hold a grudge against me for the past. I couldn't really blame you for wanting me out of your life 
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She'd been afraid that he might sue for full custody of his daughter, but he didn't sound vindictive at all. He sounded as if the past left him guilty and empty.
   "I won't deny you access to your daughter, Tom," she said honestly. "I wouldn't do that."
  He let out the breath he'd been holding. "Thank you for that. I'd worried, you know."
   "So had I," she had to confess. "I thought you might feel vengeful toward me for not contacting you when I knew I was pregnant."
   "It was bad, wasn't it, having to have her without a husband?"
   "Fred Nash gave me respectability," she reminded him. "He was a good man, Tom. You'd have liked him. He was in a terrible condition, with no family to care for 
him, and he was dying. I needed a husband, he needed a companion and nurse. We helped each other. He loved Crissy as if she were his own."
   He grimaced at the thought of Elysia having to marry someone she didn't love in order to live in this small community. Respectability was important in small towns. 
He remembered when he and Kate had gone to live with their grandmother, and how careful she was about relating any of their past. Elysia had her

brother to think of, and his business. It must have been very difficult for her. And she'd gone back to school, managing that as well as a child and a husband with 
cancer. His mind boggled at the stress she'd lived under.
   "What a life you must have had," he murmured out loud.
   She met his searching gaze. "It was difficult at times, but I have a lot to show for my sacrifices. I've grown up."
   "So have I," he mused. "I didn't realize it until I landed here, but I suppose you had a lot to do with the maturing process. I was a late bloomer."
   "So was I," she told him. "I've learned a lot. I'm independent now. I can take care of myself and Crissy."
   His eyes narrowed. Was she telling him that she had no need of him in her life?
   "What I meant," she said when she saw the uncertainty in his dark face, "is that I wouldn't ever be a financial burden to any man. And that I wouldn't be left 
dangling if he left me or died."
"I see."
   "Not that I expect you to die anytime soon," she added quickly.
   
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  His green gaze slid over her flushed face and he smiled. "I'll do my best not to."
   She glanced at him shyly as he stopped at a traffic light. It seemed unreal to be sitting beside him in a car after so many lonely years of nothing but memories. 
When she'd worked for him in New York, they'd often spent their lunch hours talking about the places they'd seen, the people they met. He always had time for those 
conversations. It had never occurred to her that, as busy as he usually was, he was making the time he gave her. Now, it mattered.
   His head turned toward her and he caught her searching gaze. He smiled. "I still can't quite get over it," he mused. "You don't look like a woman who's had a 
child."
 "Thank you," she replied.
"Did you have her naturally?" he asked.
   She shook her head. "That wasn't possible. I have a quirky little heart defect-nothing serious, except when I have a lot of physical stress. I had an arrythmia 
that wouldn't stop and they had to take Crissy. I have a scar. It's faint, but noticeable."
   "I should have been there," he said quietly, reproaching himself mentally. "Your husband couldn't be, could he?" he added suddenly.
She grimaced. "He'd just had chemother-

apy and he was so sick...Luke drove me to the hospital and stayed with me all the time. I don't know what I'd have done without him."
   He was somber, and he didn't speak again until they were almost to Houston.
"You could have died," he said.
She studied his hard face. "I didn't."
   He drew in a heavy breath. "All that suf
fering, all that loneliness, because I was too
ashamed to tell you the truth."
   "I understand." And it was true, she did. She smiled gently at him. "A man's pride is a hard thing to give up. But I wouldn't have made fun of you if you'd told 
me. I think..."
   "You think..." he prompted, when she didn't finish her sentence.
   "I think it would made it easier," she confessed. "I was very nervous and upset because I thought you'd had dozens of women, and I was so inexperienced. I didn't 
even know what to do exactly." She flushed, averting her eyes to the darkness outside the window, broken intermittently by the lights of Houston in the distance. 
"I thought you wouldn't talk to me because I'd disappointed you."
   "I was thinking the same thing, about myself," he added. He shook his head. "What a couple of prize idiots we were. At least you
   
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had your age as an excuse. All I had was an overdose of pride. I'm sorry."
     "You said yourself that we have a second chance, Tom," she replied.
  His breathing was audible. "We do. And we're going to make the most of it." His eyes darted toward her face. "You won't get away from me this time, Mrs. Nash," 
he mused. "No matter how far or fast you run."
   "I don't think I want to run anymore," she told him.
   "Good. Because I'm getting too old to run."
  She chuckled. "You'll get over that if you're around Crissy much more. She loves all sports. Just wait until school starts!"
   "I'm rather looking forward to a real Christmas for once," he said. "I haven't had one since Kate and I left our grandmother's house. I miss decorating a tree 
and having presents to open."
   "We'll see that you have both," she promised, her gray eyes twinkling.
  The restaurant he took her to was in the best section of Houston, an elegant one with no prices on the menu at all and a table near the window overlooking the 
canal that brought sea

traffic into the city. Huge ships were visible in the distance, and she imagined that in the daylight, sea gulls dipped and soared everywhere here.
"This is very nice," she remarked.
   "Yes, it is," he agreed. "I used to come here with business clients when I worked in Houston. Never with a woman, though, except once," he added with a cold look.
"Bad experience?" she queried softly.
   "She was one of those very aggressive businesswomen who liked sex as a sideline. I wouldn't play ball and I lost a very big contract." He glanced at her warmly. 
"If you could have seen the look on her face. She was very attractive and she tried every trick in the book."
   "And you wouldn't?" she asked, fascinated.
   "I couldn't," he replied. He smiled softly, searching her lovely face. "I haven't ever wanted another woman. Only you."
She flushed. "Isn't that...unusual?"
   "I don't know," he said honestly. "I'm not experienced." Amazing how easy it was to admit that to her. He toyed with his fork. "I just didn't feel anything at 
all, not even when we danced and she plastered herself against me.
   
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She was experienced enough to know that she wasn't having an effect. She walked out of the restaurant in a huff, without finishing her food."
"I guess her pride was hurt."
  He smiled. "She called me the next week to apologize," he added.
"I'll bet that surprised you."
   "Shocked me," he agreed. "But she was sure she'd guessed why it was like that. She said that I'd been an idiot to let the right woman get away, and that I was 
worth ten of the men she'd done business with. I got the contract after all."
   "I hope you don't still have it," she said icily.
  His eyebrows shot up with patent delight. "Yes, I do," he told her. Then he added, "Hers, and her brand-new husband's."
She flushed again. "Oh."
"Jealous?" he teased.
  She glared at him. "Of course I'm jealous," she said irritably. "You're the only man I've ever known...that way."
  He stared down at the fork instead of at her. "I've wondered ever since that night how it would be if we were totally honest with each other, if we had no secrets 
at all." His thumb

pressed the fork down absently and his jaw tautened. "I've read a lot of books since that night. I think I could make it more pleasurable...now."
  She lifted her eyes to his. Her breath seemed to catch in her throat as she met that smoldering glance. "Tonight?"
  His cheeks went ruddy. "I hadn't thought about it that soon."
  She didn't drop her gaze. "But you want to."
  His jaw clenched. "My God, of course I want to," he said in a harsh undertone. "It's all I think about lately."
   "I'm glad," she replied. "Because it's all I've thought about since we kissed last night in my kitchen."
  His hand slipped across the small table and caught hers, fingers interlacing. His skin felt as hot as her own did. His eyes were steady, unblinking.
"I love you," he said roughly.
  Her eyes seemed to melt into his. "I love you, too, Tom," she whispered.
  The heat that look generated made her body swell uncomfortably. Her gaze dropped to his mouth and she ached to feel it on her mouth, on her body.
   
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   "Dear God, we've ordered food," he whispered with wry humor. "I'll choke!"
   "So will I," she confessed, taking a slow breath. "But now that we're here..."
"We might as well eat."
  She laughed self-consciously, and so did he. The waiter came seconds later with seafood platters. And they did eat, but lightly. Dessert was bypassed, along with 
second cups of coffee.
  There was a good hotel downtown. Elysia felt uneasy about going there with Tom, but she was as hungry for him as he seemed to be for her.
  He paid for the room very nonchalantly for an inexperienced man, and escorted her into the crowded elevator, holding her hand tightly until they reached the right 
floor.
  He opened the door, guided her inside and didn't even turn on the light. His arms enveloped her, like his mouth. He didn't say a single word.
  The bed was king-size, huge. There was only a little light filtering in through the window from the city streetlights and scattered neon signs. She couldn't see 
him very well. It was like their first time. Except that now they

knew each other and it would be an act of love.
  When she felt his nudity against her own, she moaned softly with unexpected pleasure. She hadn't remembered that exquisite sensation until she felt it again. Her 
arms reached up around his neck, her hands buried themselves in his thick black hair as his mouth gently teased her neck and then her breasts.
  He must have been reading more than a few books, she thought as she began to gasp and move helplessly under the expert caresses of his hard mouth.
   "Here?" he whispered roughly. "And here?"
"Y...yes!" she cried out, arching.
   "Dear God, this is sweet," he murmured as his mouth moved against hers again. "So sweet!"
  Her legs parted for him. She buried her face in his hot throat and held on, shivering a little as he touched her and then moved down.
But it wasn't like the first time.
  He paused to kiss her, until her tense body relaxed, opened itself to the most intimate caresses. She sighed under the teasing of his mouth and lifted her body 
to meet the slow descent of his hips.
   
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   It was a little painful, because it had been so long. But after a few seconds, her body accommodated him easily. He slid into her and lay there, unmoving, his 
kiss soft on her closed eyelids, her cheeks. His hands lifted her and he pushed, tenderly. She shivered. He did it again, listening to her breathing as it changed. 
He moved with slow sensuality from side to side, and then again in the tender rhythm. She cried out and clutched him.
   "We're like children learning to dance," he breathed into her mouth, and she could feel the smile on it. "I want it to last forever. I don't want to climax. I 
don't want you to. I want to move against you and inside you this way until we grow old."
"I can't...live..." she said, choking.
   He moved again, hearing her soft cry of pleasure. "Yes, you can, sweetheart," he breathed. He rolled over onto his back and moved her on his body, laughing with 
wicked pleasure at the sounds she was making. His hands bit into her hips, demanding now, pulling and pushing and maneuvering until she lost her head and bit his 
shoulder in anguish.
   "Do it," she sobbed against his collarbone. "Oh, please, please, do it...now!"
"I forgot that part," he whispered at her ear

as he moved her onto her side and eased one slender leg over his hip to ease his passage. "Your body is capable of more than one fulfillment. Here...let me..."
   He moved sharply and she cried out and convulsed. He felt her body contract and then expand as she shook and sobbed her ecstasy against his damp chest. When she 
relaxed, he kissed her eyes and soothed her. But he was still capable and showed no signs of tiring.
"Didn't...you?" she whispered shyly.
   His lean hand smoothed over her disheveled hair. "Not yet," he whispered back, smiling. "I'm enjoying you far too much to let it end for me just yet." He hesitated. 
"I'm not hurting you?"
"No!"
   "Not even when I do this?" he breathed, and pushed down hungrily.
   She groaned, her legs wrapping around him hungrily. "No!" she gasped.
   He laughed wickedly as he turned her a little roughly under him and began to kiss her all over again. "If only I could stop time," he whispered into her open 
mouth. And then he felt the heat rising in him, too, and it was impossible to say anything else.
   
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"Elysia."
   She heard the deep voice and opened her eyes. The light beside the bed was on. But it wasn't her bed. And there was a masculine face that needed a shave looming 
just above her own.
Her eyes opened wider. "Tom?"
   He nodded. He touched her swollen lips tenderly. "It's two in the morning. Wake up."
   She searched his eyes. There was no reticence there now, no shame or guilt. But there was love, and deep pride.
She smiled.
   He smiled back. He bent and touched his mouth lightly to hers. "Come on," he whispered. "Get up now."
   He pulled the covers off slowly and looked at her while she looked at him. Her face colored a little, but she didn't avert her eyes until they were full of him. 
She looked up into his eyes.
   "I've never seen a man without his clothes. Not even you, before."
   "I've never seen a woman," he whispered. "You look as sweet as you feel."
She smiled. "So do you."
   He cocked a wicked eyebrow. "I feel sweet?"
   
She colored again. "You tortured me," she whispered.
   "I know." He bent and touched his lips tenderly to the tip of her firm breast. "I tortured myself, too. I never dreamed it would feel like that. The first time 
was good, but this was...indescribable," he said finally.
   "You cried out," she whispered, searching his eyes. "Your whole body convulsed for so long that it frightened me."
   "You aren't the only one it frightened," he managed to say huskily. "No book I ever read prepared me for what I felt."
   "Yes, I understand what you mean." She touched his chest, letting her fingers curl into the thick, black hair on it. "You aren't ashamed?" she asked, because 
she had to know.
  He shook his head. His eyes narrowed. "Unless you were taking something, we made a baby," he whispered.
   She let out her breath very slowly. "I never thought of taking anything," she confessed. "I...would like another child, with you."
   His face fascinated her. It was like the sun coming out. He gathered her against him in a rough, affectionate hug and growled into her throat. "Oh, God, how I 
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roughly. "Love you, with all that I am, all I know, all I feel. I'll never stop, not as long as I live."
   "Neither will I," she moaned, holding him close. "Oh, Tom, we're not married and I'm going to be pregnant again...!"
   "I've got a license in my pocket," he murmured huskily. "That's why you have to wake up and get dressed."
  She was confused. "What? But how, when...?"
   "I applied for it two weeks ago, and told them to get your blood test from your doctor."
   "He said I had to have a blood test because someone who'd been in my shop had meningitis, the wicked devil!" she gasped.
   "Dr. Morris is a good man," he murmured. "So when I mentioned this license to him, he was glad to help me out."
"I'll have him shot," she muttered.
   He chuckled. "No, you won't, because we can be married in a couple of hours." He glanced at the clock. "We'll have to put on some clothes, though, or people will 
stare. Especially at you," he added when he drew back. "God, what a body!"
She chuckled, all her shyness gone. She got

to her feet and stared down at him. "I could say the same," she mused.
  He got up, too, and hugged her close with a sigh. "I suppose we should call Luke and tell him where we are."
   "You can tell him where we are," she agreed. "But not exactly."
"Coward."
  She grinned at him. "Where do we find a minister?"
   "I'm glad you asked that," he said. "Because I just happen to have an appointment with one at five a.m.!"
   "That's three hours away," she reminded him, glancing at the clock. "Not two!"
  He glanced down at her body and then at his own, and he smiled wickedly. "Well, I can think of a few ways to pass the time," he murmured, and he reached for her. 
"After all, practice makes perfect..."
   She never asked how he'd managed to talk a minister into getting up at five in the morning to marry them. It was enough that he had. She spoke her vows in the 
same black cocktail dress she'd worn to dinner, flushed from the bath they'd shared as well as the excitement of becoming a much-loved and wanted wife.
   
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   He kissed her at the altar, and the look in his eyes made her heart run wild. It was like no other look he'd ever given her. He whispered her married name and 
kissed her with a tenderness that made her knees weak. She'd never dreamed of such happiness.
  They called Luke to tell him where they were, and then they spoke to an excited Crissy to tell her their news.
   "We'll be home in two days," Elysia promised Luke, blushing even over the phone at his low laughter. "And you can stop that," she muttered.
   He cleared his throat. "Sorry. Anyway, I'll take great care of my little buddy Crissy here, and we'll see you two when you get back."
   Tom spoke to both of the people at the other end, too, and his heart swelled when Crissy called him "Daddy." He thought he'd never felt so happy in his life. 
And when he looked at his new wife, he was certain of it.
   They spent two days and nights in a romantic haze, barely taking time to eat. They talked and talked and made love and talked some more. By the time they left 
Houston, they were closer than ever.
When they got back to Jacobsville, two days

later, it was to find themselves guests of honor at a surprise evening wedding reception hosted by Dr. Drew Morris and Luke. Half the people in town were there to 
wish them well, along with Crissy in a delightful little party dress with lace trim. And the crowning surprise was Tom's sister, Kate, along with her husband, Jacob 
Cade, and their young son, Hunter.
  Tom embraced his sister warmly and shook hands with Jacob before he bent to lift Hunter in his arms.
   "You look just like your dad, young man," he told the boy, "except for those green eyes."
   "I have eyes like my mom," Hunter assured him with a somber gaze. "Yours are green, too, Uncle Tom."
   "So they are." He put Hunter down, and watched the child scowl in a perfect imitation of his father when Crissy ran up to join them.
   "Gee, you look like me, too," Crissy told Hunter. "Of course, you're a boy."
   "Of course I'm a boy," Hunter said belligerently. He made a subtle face at the newcomer. "I can hunt and fish just like my dad."
   "So can I," Crissy said with equal belligerence. "I caught a four-pound bass, didn't I, Daddy?" she asked Tom.
   
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  His heart leaped as he looked down at her.   "Yes, you did, sweetheart." he agreed.
   Kate was looking at her brother with open curiosity.
   "Why don't you show your fishing rod to Hunter, sweetheart?" Elysia suggested.
   Crissy agreed eagerly, and motioned to Hunter to follow her. When they were out of earshot, Kate glanced from Elysia's flushed face to Tom's bland one.
   "She's the image of you," Kate said bluntly.
   "She was a reporter for years in Chicago," Jacob told Elysia with an amused smile. "I can never keep secrets from her. You might as well just tell her what she 
wants to know. It's easier."
  Elysia grinned. "Well, she's Tom's daughter," she confessed shyly. "He never knew," she added, so that nobody would blame her handsome husband. She clung to his 
hand.
   "He never even suspected," Tom added dryly with a sheepish look at his sister.
   Kate smiled at him with pure love. "It looks as though everything has worked out very well, despite the obstacles."
"Indeed it has," Tom said, pulling his new

wife close. "Better than I ever dreamed it would."
  Elysia pressed against him with a sigh. "Oh, yes," she said.
  Jacob put an arm around his own wife and grinned down at her. "Now are you going to stop worrying?" he asked. "If you can't tell a happy couple when you see one, 
I'm going to get Hank to give you one of his herbal potions to improve your little brain."
   "Hank's his dad," Kate explained to Elysia. "He's always poking around in my greenhouse with this herbal medicine book he bought, making up potions for everything 
from poison ivy to sore feet." She cleared her throat. "And other things."
  Jacob chuckled wickedly. "Go ahead, make fun of him, but this last one worked, didn't it?" he asked, and glanced down at her stomach with a mixture of pride and 
delight.
Kate flushed and hit him. "Jacob!"
   "If you like, we'll get him to fix one up for you," Jacob added, tongue-in-cheek. "This one was for a girl, but since you already have one of those..."
   "I think we can manage, Jacob, but thanks just the same," Tom chuckled.
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Crissy came plowing through the crowd of people with Hunter right behind her.
   "She's got a spinning reel," Hunter told his parents in a wounded tone. "All you gave me was an old cane pole with corks and sinkers and hooks!"
   "It was my old pole," Jacob told him. "It's an heirloom!"
   "I want my own spinning reel," Hunter muttered. "She's a girl and she's got one!"
   "She's your cousin," Kate replied. "And you be polite, young man. Manners!"
   "Yes, ma'am," he muttered, glaring at his smug little cousin. "I could catch a four-pound bass if I had a nifty spinning reel," he hinted, looking at his father 
for support.
  Jacob sighed. "Okay, son, as soon as we get home we'll go right to the sporting goods store and buy one."
Hunter grinned. "Thanks, Dad!"
   "You could have asked me to take you," Kate prompted. "I like to fish, too, you know."
   "Thanks, Mom," Hunter said, moving close to his dad's side. "But this is a man sort of thing, you know?"
  Kate had to smother laughter. She exchanged a glance with Elysia. "He doesn't

 
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think women are the weaker sex, in case you're wondering," she explained. "But every once in a while, he plays with our neighbor's son Buck and Buck's dad is a...well, 
how shall I put it?"
   "A throwback to our more primitive ancestors?" Jacob said helpfully.
  She leaned against him. "Thank you, darling. Yes, that's about the size of it." She looked down at Hunter. "Is Mommy the weaker sex, dear?"
   "Heck, no!" Hunter said immediately. "My mom can shoot a shotgun," he said proudly. "And you should see her on a horse!"
  Kate made a victorious gesture, and all the adults laughed.
  It was after everyone had gone, Kate and Jacob and Hunter on their way to the airport with Luke as chauffeur, that Crissy came up to Tom and gave him a loving 
smile. "We're a family now, aren't we, Mr. Tom?" Crissy said heartily. "Now you get to be my daddy, and I get to be your own little girl, and you can just tell me 
everything about Indians."
   "Everything I know, pumpkin," he agreed with a loving smile. He hugged her close with a sigh. "And I'm very happy that you'll be
   
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my very own little girl. I promise to love you just as much as I love your beautiful mommy, too."
   "Oh, I do love you...Daddy," she whispered, and hugged him just as hard as she could.
   His eyes closed on a mist that he had to blink away before anyone saw it. But they opened again and Elysia was there. He looked at her with fierce delight over 
his daughter's shoulder. And if she'd had one lingering doubt about his motives for marrying her, they were all gone in a rush of love. No man could look at a woman 
like that unless he loved her obsessively.

Chapter 6
Tom had managed to get a willing Luke to take Moose to be boarded at the vet's while he and Elysia were still in Houston. But when Elysia and Crissy had moved into 
the house with Tom, he had grave misgivings about how it was going to work out. He hadn't had time to introduce Moose to his new family, and he was going to hate 
having to give away the animal. He just knew that Moose was going to be too much of a headache for the other two members of his household.
   But he brought Moose home and turned him out into the backyard anyway.
   
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   "Can I go play with him?" Crissy asked excitedly.
  Tom hesitated. Moose was a happy, playful pup, but he was an elephant compared to the little girl.
   "Go ahead," Elysia said, solving the problem, "but be careful."
"Okay, Mommy!"
  Tom watched her go out the back door. "We should watch her," he suggested. "I don't think there's a chance that he'd hurt her..."
   A sudden scream and the sound of growling made their hearts stop. Tom raced for the back door, cursing himself for not having gone right outside with the child.
  But the scene he expected to see wasn't what met his eyes. Crissy was standing beside the steps with her hands over her mouth, shivering. A few yards away, Moose 
stood grinning at them with a huge dead rattlesnake in his mouth.
  Crissy ran to Tom and Elysia. "Oh, Daddy, I didn't even see it! I didn't see it and it rattled, and Moose went right over and grabbed it! He saved me!"
Elysia hugged her little girl close, crying

tears of relief. She looked toward Moose, who was playing with the snake now.
   "If you ever try to get rid of that dog," she told Tom, "it's grounds for divorce."
  He chuckled delightedly. "I'll remind you that you said that," he said, so proud of his dog and so relieved over Crissy's well-being that he was almost euphoric.
  Several weeks later, as he watched Moose drop something at Elysia's feet and then lay a guilty head on her lap in the living room and saw her wide-eyed shock, 
he was glad about the snake.
   "You said he was worth his weight in dog bones," Tom reminded her quickly. "You said getting rid of him was grounds for divorce."
  She looked up at her husband with her mouth open and then closed it, grimacing. With a sigh, she started stroking Moose's huge head.
  Beside her lay the remnants of a beautiful lacy black bra, in elegant wet tatters.
   "He likes you," Tom assured her. "He only eats clothes if he really likes the person."
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siastically. "He ate my old orange socks, both of them! He likes me a lot!"
   Elysia and Tom exchanged resigned glances.
   "He does kill poisonous snakes," Tom reminded her.
She kept staring at him.
  He raised both eyebrows. "Love me, love my dog?"
   She burst out laughing. "I guess that says it all, doesn't it? Okay." She hugged Moose and then got up and hugged her husband, pausing to kiss him warmly before 
she retrieved the remnants of her lacy underwear. "But if he eats my new maternity dress, he's had it."
"Your new...what?" Tom stammered.
   She gave him a wicked grin. "Remember those herbs Hank Cade sent us from South Dakota?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Guess what?"
   Moose's enthusiastic barks were drowned out by Tom's cry of delight. He whirled her in his arms high in the air and kissed her until his mouth was sore.
  Crissy petted Moose's big head and sighed as she stared at the grown-ups. "They do that

all the time," she told Moose. "I think it's silly, don't you?"
"Woof!" Moose replied.
   "Come on, Moose, I'll give you a doggie biscuit. Honestly, adults are just the silliest people..."
   Neither of the silly adults saw or heard them leave. They were in a world of their own, just for the moment, and it was too sweet for words.
