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He looked over at her and inwardly groaned at the sight of her delicate features bathed in firelight. Just more pleasant memories he’d have to try to erase from his mind, he thought.
“You have a brother?” he asked.
“Yes. He’s four years younger. He was married for a while, but now he’s divorced.”
“You see him often?”
“When he lived in Carson City, I saw him regularly. But he moved back to Redding to be near our grandparents. Which is a good thing. Since they’re getting older, they need help around the farm.” She cast him a curious glance. “What about you? Do you have siblings?”
“A sister. She’s five years younger than me. She lives in Gillette. Our parents live near Moorcroft. That’s a little town not far away.”
“Do your parents still ranch there?”
The fact that she remembered that much about him not only surprised Denver, but it touched him in a way he never expected. Sure, he could find a woman to have a drink with, or even share a bed with. But none of those women cared about the things that were important to him. This one did seem to care, and that made her very different.
It also makes her as dangerous as hell, Denver. Marcella is a family woman. She’s not looking for casual sex. If she ever went to bed with a man, it would be out of love. Not to ease a basic urge. Just keep remembering that when you look into those sky blue eyes of hers.
He cleared his throat while trying to rid himself of the voice of warning going off in his head. “Yes. Thankfully Dad is still in good health and able to handle the daily work. Mom helps, too. She’s pretty good with horses and a rope.”
Marcella smiled at him. “Sounds like you came by ranching naturally.”
“It’s the only life I’ve known,” he admitted. “What about you? Was your mother a nurse?”
She laughed softly. “Not hardly. Mom panics at the sight of blood. My grandmothers weren’t nurses, either. It was just something that called to me when I was about twelve years old. I like helping people—helping to make them feel well and whole again.”
All the nurses and doctors in the world hadn’t been able to help Christa. But Denver didn’t want to think about her or that part of his past. He’d spent the past twelve years trying his best to forget it. Now was hardly the time to let those dismal memories start creeping in. Or maybe it was the perfect time, he argued with himself. Maybe tonight, more than ever, he needed to remember why he couldn’t let himself get interested in a woman like Marcella. And yet just sitting here with her by the fire made him feel like a ton of weight had been lifted from his heart.
“Does your mother work?” he asked. “I mean, an outside job.”
“Yes. She’s a waitress in a downtown restaurant. Believe it or not, she used to have a nice office job as a secretary to a banker. But it was too stressful. She likes being out among people.”
“And your father?”
“He works for a real estate firm over in Sacramento. He never cared for farming like his father up in Redding.”
“So your parents aren’t together anymore?”
She shook her head. “No. They divorced when Spence and I were teenagers. They’re still friendly, though. And neither one of them ever remarried. I think they still love each other, but throw them together for more than two hours and an argument will break out. You’re very lucky, you know, that your parents are still together and work together. I think that’s so nice.”
Lucky. Yes, in so many ways Denver knew he was blessed. But there were plenty of times, like tonight, when he looked at the Calhoun brothers with their devoted wives and growing families, that he felt like a man with a missing limb. He was surviving without any problems. But a part of him longed to feel whole again.
“Yes. My parents are special,” he replied.
She rose from the chair and backed up to the fire. Denver tried not to notice how the firelight silhouetted her curvy shape or the way it turned her auburn hair into a fiery glow around her head.
“You must like your job here on the Silver Horn a lot,” she said.
“Guess it’s obvious.”
She smiled faintly. “You’ve been here a long time. Twelve years, didn’t you say?”
“That’s right. When I first came here, I wasn’t sure I would like it. I’d never worked on a ranch this big before. But the Calhouns are special people. They made it feel like home. And made it clear that I was appreciated. That means a lot.”
Her expression sober, she nodded. “I guess you must have been here when Claudia, Orin’s wife, died.”
In spite of the fire, Denver suddenly felt cold inside. He’d been working here on the ranch for only two years when Claudia had taken that tragic fall down the staircase and fatally injured her head. Seeing Orin lose his wife so soon after Denver had lost Christa had been like being hit by an avalanche. He’d had to dig himself out of the misery all over again.
“Yes,” he said stiffly. “It was tragic for him. For the whole family.”
“I’m glad he’s dating Noreen now,” she commented. “But frankly, I’m surprised he hasn’t married her yet.”
“I’m not,” he said bluntly.
Her brows arched slightly, and Denver knew his remark had surprised her.
“Oh. You say that as if you know what’s holding him back.”
“I do. You see, I’m a widower, too.”
She stared at him as everything from shock to empathy flickered across her face. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
He shrugged. “Don’t be sorry. You didn’t say anything wrong. Besides...it happened a long time ago.”
She let out a heavy breath. “Well, I feel awful anyway. If I’d known, I wouldn’t have mentioned anything about Claudia and Orin.”
“Forget it,” he said quietly, then added, “Please.”
She hugged her arms to her and Denver realized she must be getting cold.
He said, “If you’re getting chilly, I can build up the fire.”
“No. I should probably be going back in. I told Ava and Lilly I’d visit the kids for just a few minutes. If I don’t show up soon, they’ll be going upstairs after me.”
He didn’t want her to go. He wanted to sit here with her for hours. Just the two of them alone. He wanted to keep hearing her voice and smelling her flowery scent. He wanted to touch her and feel her touching him.
Had he suddenly lost his mind? Or was he just now waking up after a long sleep? Either way, she was shaking him in ways that were downright scary.
Rising to his feet, he stood next to her and stared into the flames licking around the chunks of mesquite and pine.
“Yeah, I guess I should go back inside, too,” he admitted. “Orin and Clancy still haven’t brought up the subject of the feed program. I think they’ve forgotten the reason I’m here for this gathering tonight.”
She cleared her throat. “I don’t think they’ve forgotten.”
Intrigued by her comment, he turned his head and allowed his gaze to slide over her profile. “What do you mean?”
After a brief hesitation, she said, “I’m not sure. Actually, what I’m thinking is...almost too embarrassing to repeat. But I’m beginning to think I should.”
He stepped in front of her. “What are you thinking?”
“It’s a good thing we’re standing in the dark,” she mumbled. “Or you’d see that my face is actually the same color as the fire.”
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