Heart of Texas Volume 1: Lonesome Cowboy. Debbie MacomberЧитать онлайн книгу.
so maybe he’d been out of line earlier when he found her and Smith clinging to each other like lovers. The sight had distressed him and before he could stop himself he’d exploded.
He didn’t want to fight with Savannah. She was his sister, but damn it all! Her infatuation with Laredo Smith—or whatever his name might be—had deprived her of all reason. It was more than he could bear, watching her make a fool of herself over this useless drifter.
Unfortunately his methods of convincing her hadn’t worked so far, and Grady realized he needed to change his tactics. To this point, all that his anger and frustration had netted him was the silent treatment. He’d never known a woman who could say more without uttering a word.
Okay, okay, he was willing to admit he’d made mistakes, too. Earlier in the week Savannah had cooked him his favorite dinner as a peace offering, but he’d been so angry he’d chosen to overlook the gesture. He’d been wrong to ignore her outstretched hand, but he was man enough to admit it. He hoped to make peace with her now—hoped he could persuade her to see reason.
Savannah had given him the cold shoulder since he’d walked in on her and Smith in the kitchen. For the rest of the day she’d conveniently disappeared and had retired to her room as soon as it was dark. She wasn’t asleep; he could hear her moving about upstairs, as restless as he was here below.
He continued pacing, then decided to talk to her now, before the opportunity was lost. Before he changed his mind. He headed up the stairs, taking them two at a time, paused outside her bedroom, inhaled deeply and knocked. Loudly.
“Yes?” his sister said through the door. Her voice was anything but warm, and the door stayed closed.
“Savannah, I’d appreciate the opportunity to discuss the matter of Laredo Smith with you,” he said. It’d taken him ten minutes to come up with those words, to strike the proper tone. He thought he sounded formal, calm, even lawyerly.
The door opened and she stood stiffly in the doorway, blocking the entrance. “Downstairs might be more comfortable,” he suggested, gesturing down the narrow staircase.
She hesitated, then reluctantly nodded.
Grady relaxed slightly, and wondered how much this peace was going to cost him. Being on the outs with his only sister distressed him more than he cared to reveal.
Savannah followed him down the stairs and took a seat on the sofa. “You owe me an apology, Grady.”
“All right, all right,” he said, raising both arms in surrender. “I apologize.”
“How about apologizing to Laredo?”
That was going too far, but Grady was smart enough to see that arguing the point wouldn’t serve his purpose. “I want to discuss Laredo,” he said again, and because it was impossible to hold still, he stood up and resumed his pacing. This next part was the most difficult. “I’m worried about you,” he said.
“I’m thirty-one years old and I don’t need my brother treating me like a child. You’re not my guardian. I was mortified today, Grady. Simply mortified.”
His behavior had embarrassed him, too, but he hadn’t been able to prevent it. Walking into the house and finding Savannah in a man’s arms had been a shock.
“I apologize,” he muttered again. He walked the full length of the room and turned back.
“Then why did you act like...like a bull on the rampage?”
Grady didn’t know what to tell her other than the truth. “I’m afraid you’re going to be hurt.”
“My life is none of your concern.”
On the contrary, he thought, what happened to her was very much his concern. He was her brother. She was naive about men—especially con artists like Laredo Smith—and whether she realized it or not, she needed him. At least he could be counted on to keep a level head. “Savannah, you’re setting yourself up for heartache, getting involved with a drifter.”
She sighed as if to say he clearly had no concept of how she felt. Perhaps he didn’t, but that didn’t change the facts.
“Laredo’s been the perfect gentleman,” she explained calmly. “I was crying and he comforted me.”
“He made you cry?”
“No.” The word was filled with exasperation. “I told him about Richard, and I always cry when I talk about Richard.”
Grady’s jaw tightened at the mention of his younger brother, but he didn’t want to discuss him now. He crossed to Savannah and squatted down in front of her. “Savannah, look at me.”
“I like Laredo.”
“I know you do, and that’s what troubles me.”
“But why? Haven’t you seen how hard he’s worked in my garden? He’s done nothing but show me kindness.”
Grady ground his teeth in frustration. “There are things about him you don’t know,” he said as gently as he could.
“Grady, look at me, really look. My youth is slipping through my fingers and I’ve been given this...this precious gift, this blessing, a chance to love and be loved. I’m not going to let you or anyone else ruin it for me.”
“Love.” The word felt like acid on his tongue. “You love him? You hardly know him!”
She lowered her gaze to her clenched hands. “I could love him, I know I could, and he could love me, too. He understands me and I understand him.”
“You’ve known him what? Three days? Four? Savannah, for crying out loud, what’s happened to you?”
She looked at him then, and to his amazement she smiled. “Something wonderful, Grady, something really wonderful.” She touched his arm and nearly blinded him with the brilliance of her smile. “I feel alive, truly alive for the first time in years. I’d forgotten how good it felt.”
“Savannah, Savannah,” he moaned. She made this so damned difficult.
“Grady, please be happy for me.”
“I can’t.”
“Then don’t ruin it for me, please. That’s all I ask.”
He stood, feeling the pain of what he had to tell her until the words felt like bricks loaded on his back. “You can’t trust him.”
“How can you say that?” Her face wore a look of pure puzzlement. “Laredo’s been nothing but trustworthy.”
“You can’t trust him,” Grady repeated.
“I’d trust him with my life. Do you honestly think I’m such a bad judge of character? He’s patient and generous, and for you to say otherwise proves you don’t really know him.”
“You’re naive. He’ll use you, and when he’s finished, he’ll leave you to face the consequences alone.”
His words were followed by a shocked angry silence. Then she said, “That comment was unworthy of you.”
Well, she’d wait a long time before he’d apologize. He hated what he had to tell her next. Hated to be the one to destroy the fairy tale she’d built around this cast-off cowboy. “Ask me where I was this afternoon,” he demanded.
Savannah blinked. “Where were you?”
“I stopped off at Cal Patterson’s to make a phone call.”
“You couldn’t do it here?”
“No. Cal’s got the names and phone numbers of all the district members in the cattlemen’s association.” He waited until the information sank in.
“You tried to find out about Laredo,” she said, and her voice dropped to a whisper.
“Savannah, listen to me. It