"What
can I get for you?" asked the blonde waitress.
Seth Connelly
looked straight into eyes he'd never forgotten. They were
the deep purple of crushed African Violets. Lynn McCoy had
been a trouble-making brat for the first five years of their
acquaintance then she'd blossomed into a beautiful young woman.
One who tempted
him to forget that her older brother was closer to him than his
own.
"Hello, Lynn," he said. Somehow when
he'd thought of those he might see in Sagebrush, Montana; he'd
forgotten about Lynn
and that one awkward kiss they'd shared the night of her sixteenth
birthday.
He'd never returned to the ranch again aware
that he'd crossed a line that shouldn't have been crossed.
Aware
that he'd taken
a step that would alienate him from Matt. Aware that it was
time to stop running and return home to Chicago.
But his
mother's betrayal had made Chicago into a tense place and
he'd hit the road hoping to find some semblance of the
man he'd
become. Because as he'd fallen once again for her lies
and manipulation, he'd realized that he didn't know himself
anymore.
He hoped Lynn didn't remember the embrace—it
was too long ago. But life had taught him that if she did
more than likely it
haunted her. That one brief brush of lips still plagued
his dreams on restless nights, because she had tasted innocent
and he never
had been.
Her eyes widened in recognition and she smiled
at him. There was weariness on her face and an instinctual
part
of him
recognized that expression for what it was. She was
running from something
as well.
Not your business, old man.
"Hi, Seth. What brings you to our little
corner of the world?"
He
was a successful lawyer from a wealthy family so he knew all
about people who complained when they had plenty
and he wouldn't be one of those. He couldn't tell her that
he'd come here
searching for something that he'd found in his youth.
Something
he couldn't
really explain to anyone. It had been a feeling
really, maybe something more but not definable.
"I'm hoping for a cup of coffee and a steak."
"You've come to the right place. It's probably not as fancy as you'd
get in Chicago."
"That's okay. The atmosphere's better."
"Really? I'd have thought all those sophisticated people would win
hands down."
"Nothing beats the mountains in Montana." Even though night
had fallen the view from the diner was one he'd
never forgotten.
"You can say that again."
Their eyes
met and held in a moment of pure appreciation for what nature
had so splendidly given this
area of the country.
"What kind of dressing do you want on your
salad?"
He told her and she walked away. The quiet conversation
that buzzed around him reminded him
why he liked Sagebrush. Here in this small
town he wasn't the illegitimate
son of a Mafioso princess and Chicago's first son.
Here he was
that wild
boy who'd had his
ear pierced
and wore a leather jacket even
in the heat of summer. Here he was a man without a
family and Seth
needed
that.
Here he was a friend of the McCoys and treated
as such. That warm feeling is why he'd returned
in late fall when winter
beckoned around the corner.
Lynn
brought his coffee and salad and then hurried away to take
care of the
rest of
her tables.
Another waiter
brought
his food
and the beef was perfectly
cooked.
It was one of the best meals
he'd had in a long time.
Simple food
prepared for taste
instead
of presentation
and Seth
knew he'd made
the right decision. The tension
that had been dogging him
receded. It
didn't
disappear
completely
but
ebbed enough
for him to
relax his shoulders.
Lynn looked tired, he thought.
And not unlike Tara had looked
when she'd been trying
to have Michael
declared legally dead.
What kind
of problems hung on
her shoulders?
Why wasn't Matt here, to
relieve that burden for
her? He
knew that Matt McCoy and
he shared more
than friendship but also
an overwhelming
urge to protect those dear
to them.
What was Matt
thinking to let his sister work
in a
diner
when there
wasn't any
reason for
it? The
McCoy
spread
was the biggest
and
most profitable in the
area. He knew this not
only from
his youth
but
also from his
yearly
treks to
meet Matt
for vacations.
They
always discussed the
ranch. But never Lynn.
She stopped by to refill
his coffee cup. "Can
you join me for a minute?"
"Just real quick."
"You're a hard worker, Lynn."
"Thank you," she said, tentatively.
"Why the hesitation?"
"The last time you complimented me I found myself soaking wet on
a cold evening."
"Hey, you're safe for now. I've grown into a boring old lawyer," he
said.
"Not boring or old. Lawyer?"
"Okay, get it out of your system," he said, knowing few people
could
resist the urge to lob a few lawyer jokes when they actually met one.
"What?" she asked all innocence? She looked breath-takingly
lovely
in the dim light of the diner.
"You've got to have a joke about lawyers."
"Not me. Besides I have nothing but respect for you," she said.
"Yeah, right. If memory serves the last prank you played on me left
involved stealing my clothes and leaving me naked at the swimming hole."
"I left your hat, didn't I?"
It had
been uncomfortable to be outsmarted by a girl a few years
younger than he was. Because at home no one got the jump on
Seth
Connelly. He
still felt a little
embarrassed
when
he recalled
the number of times she'd gotten the better of
him. "I
think we're
square."
"Yeah, I think so. Are you here to see Matt?"
"Yes."
"He's not home."
"I thought his tour ended last month."
"It did but he was on an assignment that he felt needed him and
re-upped."
Damn.
He wasn't
going to
be able
to stay
at the
McCoy ranch
if Matt
wasn't there.
He'd counted
on the
wide-open spaces,
the cattle
lowing in
the distance
and the
fragrance of
jasmine to
lull him
to sleep.
"I'm surprised you didn't call first."
"I didn't know I was coming until I got
here."
She nodded. "I've got to get back to work.
You take care, Seth Connelly."
She
walked
away
and this
time he
watched
and
wanted.
She
was exactly
as he
remembered
from
that late
summer night.
Sweet
and
funny but
tempered
with
the experiences
life had
used to
test her.
And he
knew that
it was
probably
for
the best
that Matt
wasn't
here
and Seth
would be
moving
on...again. 
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