"Sarah!" Panic laced my husband's tone, and I dreaded hearing what he'd come in to tell me. Mason Belle was in a state of emergency as wildfires tore through the fields, pastures, and ranches all around us. We'd hoped like crazy that they'd blow in another direction, but that wasn't the path they took. For days the flames had inched toward our county and then one by one taken over. Last night, they'd hit Cross Acres and Twin Creeks, and every available hand had been called up to do everything they could to help, which primarily meant driving the cattle to safety. That was difficult to do at Cross Acres because there were so many more head than on any other ranch around. That many cows required space to even stand much less feed. When Charlie had gotten the call from his dad last night, I'd been woken as well. What hadn't happened was an update since. Even if my condition didn't prevent me from hopping on a horse to try to heard cattle, my three children did. A
My phone rang in my purse the next day, and I raced to locate it amongst the crayons and action figures. The second I found it, I saw Randi's name on the screen. I'd blown her up, trying to get in touch with her, and it seemed she'd finally figured out that it might be important. I grabbed Charlie's arm and gave it a squeeze. "I'm going to go take this." I flashed the phone his way and stood to walk out for privacy. I stepped away from the waiting room before answering the phone. "Randi?" I tried like crazy to keep the fear out of my voice, but I wasn't successful. A breathy puff of air rattled against the speaker. "Yeah?" "You need to come home." My voice cracked, and I lost the fight against tears. "There's been an accident." There was silence on the other end. I didn't know if she was processing what I'd just said, not interested, or had gone mute. "Randi? Did you hear me?" My questions were met with more silence. I couldn't even he
The screen door slammed behind me. Over the years, I'd grown so used to the rattling when it would bounce off the frame and settle shut that I didn't notice the footsteps approaching in the kitchen. It was an old farmhouse, and I'd long since learned to ignore the creaks and pops. As a little girl, the noises kept me up, and I had always been convinced someone lurked in the house, roaming the halls late at night.I ducked my head into the fridge to search for orange juice. When I realized I had company, I stood, stepped back with the carton in my hand, and came face to face with my sister's scowl. Then I noticed her tapping foot. I cracked open the container, brought it to my lips-it drove her insane-and drank more than I actually wanted, simply to irritate her. I flashed my brows at her, the citrus burning my throat. And when I finally plopped it on the counter, I let out a satisfied sigh, followed by an obnoxious burp.Sarah crossed her arms over her chest and jutted her hip out
I righted myself in the seat, ran my fingers through my long hair to get it out of my face, and bent across the cab to kiss Austin on the cheek. In an instant, he snaked his right arm around my lower back. Our lips met in an electric, yet brief, exchange. When he broke away to focus on the road, my gaze lingered on his profile. Austin had been the boy every girl wanted, just like his brother seven years earlier. Only this sister had caught this brother's attention early, and we'd been together since the start of our freshman year. He'd never had eyes for anyone other than me, and there wasn't another guy in Mason Belle who even piqued my interest.It wasn't his chiseled jaw or his sandy-blond hair. It wasn't even the taut muscles or his year-round tan. Those were all bonuses. Sprinkles on top of the icing. Austin Burin was a gentle soul with the heart of a lion. And he was fiercely protective-of me. There wasn't anything that boy wouldn't do to ensure my happiness, and his parents ad
His feet slowed when he hit the shore, but not because he planned to stop. Running in water was no different than high-stepping in quicksand. It was laborious and threatened to take him under if his feet didn't land right. Brock grabbed my hips, his fingers closed around my skin, and the moment air crept between my stomach and his shoulder, I took a deep breath. Catapulted through the air, my arms and legs flailed, and the last thing I saw before breaking the surface of the lake was Austin's infectious smile.Before I kicked my way to fresh air, Austin appeared in front of me, and the two of us swam up together. His face rippled with distortion from the water, yet through the blur, he never took his eyes off mine. Even when he and his friends played around, Austin never left my side. I gasped when we broke the surface. Remnants of the lake washed my cheeks and dripped from my jaw. It was too deep for me to stand, but Austin found his footing and circled his arm around my waist to dra
"Eason, are you ready?" I peeked my head around the door to his office, and his slate-grey eyes met mine. My heart warmed at the sight of his panty-dropping grin."Packing up now. Did you finish the files on the Martin case?"I lifted the folder and proceeded across his office to drop the paperwork on his desk. "Everything you asked for is there, including a copy of the will." Real estate law was rarely exciting, but every once in a while, a case went to court, and things got juicy.As a paralegal, I didn't get to attend many of the actual hearings, although occasionally, I did get to sit in on depositions and mediations. It never ceased to amaze me just how greedy people got after death. Brothers and sisters became mortal enemies, and long-lost relatives appeared out of nowhere-every one of them had their hand out. I'd get tickled when Eason let a case get hung up in probate because his client was an ass. "I wish I could come with you for this one. It's going to be a doozy."T
We were back to that. I had to find a way to distract him. Continuing to act like a loon wouldn't get it. Eason had an uncanny ability to sniff out lies like a coonhound did prey. Fabricating excuses would only intensify his hunt. A distraction was the only thing that would suffice. "I'm starving. Want to get something to eat before we go home?"He glanced at the Rolex that adorned his wrist. It had been a gift from his parents when he had passed the bar. Eason McNabb came from a long line of money-old money, as we liked to refer to it in the South-not that anyone would know it from talking to him. "Yeah, it's late. I don't feel like cooking an elaborate meal once we get home."I couldn't keep a straight face. "An elaborate meal, huh? Is that what you call beans and weenies now?" Eason had nearly burned down our apartment more than once when we'd first met. We'd phoned the fire department so many times, we became friends with the firefighters and often had drinks with them on the w
Sarah and I had played our usual round of tag for days. She tried to reach me at times she believed I was available, and I called her when I was positive she wasn't. When the phone rang on Saturday night, Eason and I were sitting on the couch watching a crappy movie. I had no reason not to answer, even though I planned to let it go to voicemail when I heard my sister's ringtone.Eason darted off the sofa. No matter how fast I was, he remained a step ahead, grabbing my cell at the last possible second."Hello?" He sounded winded, and I could only imagine what Sarah thought the two of us were doing. "Hey, Sarah. How are you?" The pleasantries could be left out. They weren't friends. They'd never even met. Yet here the two of them were, yacking it up like old pals. "I'm good. Work's keeping me busy."I couldn't hear her side of the conversation, though I had no doubt she would regale him with her Southern charm. Sarah had a knack for wooing elderly people with her polite manners. I