What She'd Do for Love. Cindi MyersЧитать онлайн книгу.
brush of her fingers, yet the sensation lingered, a warm acknowledgment of the connection they’d shared. “Good night, Ryder. Thank you for the coffee.”
“Thanks for the talk.”
He waited until she’d driven away before he climbed into his truck and started the engine. He didn’t want to go back to his apartment, but he could think of nowhere else to go, so he took the long way home, down a back road that skirted the edge of town. He’d rented rooms above the garage of what once must have been one of the finest homes in town, a large Greek Revival home with stately columns and rows of tall windows. The garage sat to the side and a little behind the house, accessible from a side street. Ryder parked beneath the large live oak out front and made his way up the stairs to the suite of rooms that had been furnished in the 1970s, judging by the plaid upholstery and dark wood furniture.
He’d lived in half a dozen similar apartments since his college days. The outdated décor never bothered him. All he needed was a bed to sleep in and a comfortable chair in which to watch TV. But now he saw the rooms as his mother or Christa might see them: worn and sparse and devoid of personality.
He sank onto the sofa and studied the scarred coffee table and thought of the base housing they’d lived in over the years, which had ranged from cinder-block barracks in Mississippi to a neat, nearly new bungalow in Germany. His mother had transformed every one of those rooms into a home, hanging pictures and slip-covering furniture. Within a week of their arrival even the most foreign of places would seem familiar. What a gift she’d given them, with this ability to ease the transition from one place to another. He’d have to remember to thank her.
What would his dad do, now that he didn’t have Mom to work her magic at each new posting? Maybe, like Ryder, he wouldn’t notice at first. He wouldn’t consider furniture or pictures important. But a man who had had his family around him for years was bound to be lonely now.
Ryder pulled out his phone and punched in his dad’s number. It was only a little after eight in Wyoming, not too late to call.
“Hello.” His dad’s voice was brusque. The voice of command.
“Hey, it’s Ryder.”
“Hello, son. Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s good, Dad. I just thought I’d call and see how you’re doing.”
“I’m well. I was thinking of calling you tomorrow, in fact. I’m moving to a new posting and wanted to give you my new address and contact information.”
Ryder relaxed. “Where are you headed?”
“D.C. It’s a very coveted posting and I was lucky enough to snag it.”
“Congratulations.”
“You’ll have to come see me once I’m settled. It’s a great town—lots to see and do.”
“Maybe I’ll do that, though I doubt I’ll be able to break away from this project for a while.”
“Where are you again? Texas, I know, but where?”
“Cedar Grove. It’s a small town outside of Dallas.”
“Your mother is in Dallas now.”
“I know. I drove over to see her a couple of times, and she’s coming here this weekend. She’s looking well.”
“Your mother has always been an attractive woman.”
“Yes, she is. She seems happy.”
“And I’m happy about that. I know she blames me for what happened, but when we married she knew the kind of life I had to lead. She went into it with her eyes wide open. She couldn’t expect me to give up a career I’d put years of my life into, simply because she changed her mind.”
“Dad, you don’t have to justify yourself to me.” The last thing Ryder wanted was to be caught between his parents.
“I know, son. You were always the easiest of the kids. The girls would carry on and cry crocodile tears every time I announced a new posting, but you always took it in stride. Too bad you didn’t opt for a military career. You’d have been good at it.”
He’d been a “good little soldier.” Ryder remembered how proud he’d been when his father used those words to describe him. But a military career wasn’t for him. He didn’t want a life that was so regimented, where other people made most of his decisions for him. “This is a better fit for me,” he said. “You should come down and see me sometime, Dad. The country’s wide open, with lots of ranches, and good people.”
“Maybe I’ll do that. I need to get settled into the new posting first. Tell your mother I said hello when you see her.”
“I can give you her number, if you want to call her.”
“No, that’s okay. I’m sure I’m the last person she wants to talk to. Take my advice, son. Stay single as long as you can. There was a time when a woman married a man and took it for granted she’d follow him wherever he led. But those days are long gone. Women are more independent. I’m not saying it’s wrong, but it makes it harder on a marriage—at least if a man’s career requires him to move around.”
“Did you ever think of doing something different—leaving the military and staying in one place?”
“What would I have done? I’m trained as a fighter—a military strategist. Even if I could translate that to the corporate world, I’m not cut out for the daily grind of staying in one place for years. I’d suffocate. You’re the same way—you and I are just alike.”
Ryder couldn’t tell if his dad meant this as praise or not. He’d always admired and looked up to his father, but he didn’t want to end up like him, alone and lonely in his fifties. “I hope you can come see me, Dad,” he said. “I’d like us to spend some time together.”
“I’d like that too, son. I’ll say good night now. Have to get up early in the morning.”
“Me, too. Good night, Dad.”
He laid his phone on the coffee table; his gaze transfixed on the pattern of scars and cup rings. Was he really so much like his father? While he had always looked forward to going to new places and seeing new people, none of the places he’d lived had ever felt suffocating. His moves hadn’t been driven by restlessness or boredom, but by the need to prove himself. He was moving up in his career. If anything, all that moving had been done to try to establish his place in the world.
He wouldn’t be like his dad, always on the move. One day he’d find a location to settle. He’d have a home and family, and a position that would allow him to live where he wanted. It might be a big city, like Dallas, or even a small town, like Cedar Grove. He could see himself settling here, but not yet. He had other things he needed to do first.
CHAPTER FOUR
CHRISTA DIDN’T HAVE a chance to speak with her dad the next morning. Her parents left before dawn to drive to Dallas on some mysterious errand they refused to divulge. “We just have some things we need to take care of,” Mom said as she finished her coffee.
“I could go with you,” Christa said. “We could do some shopping after you finish with whatever you need to do, or have lunch—”
“We won’t have time for that.” Mom avoided meeting Christa’s gaze.
“Besides, I need you to stay here and take delivery of a load of hay.” Her father finished his own coffee and stood. “Rodrigo will help you. Adi, we’d better go.”
They left before Christa could ask any more questions. She stood at the front window and watched until her dad’s truck disappeared down the drive, feeling the same way she had when she was a kid and her parents went on a rare date, leaving her behind.
Ridiculous, she told herself. She wasn’t a kid anymore, and her parents