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aroused. Or maybe, she grinned to herself, it was that Ben was driving. Odd that Cole hadn’t protested, but he sometimes indulged his younger brother. And it was obvious how much Ben enjoyed driving. Cole tended to be more at home on horseback. Once he’d driven his big car through a haystack, and the guffawing cowboys who saw him do it were saved from certain death only by divine intervention. It had started raining just as Cole went for the first man. Cole hadn’t driven a lot since then.

      “How was the big city?” Ben yelled at Lacy above the road and engine noise.

      “Lonely,” she said, without thinking.

      “That isn’t what Katy said after she went to that last party!” Ben chuckled.

      Lacy stared at her hands in her lap. “No, I guess not.” She remembered the party. It had been like all the others she gave. Wild and bright and long. And the only person who hadn’t enjoyed it was Lacy herself. She enjoyed nothing without Cole.

      His fingers touched her neck, lightly brushing it, as if by accident. Her pulse increased, her breath decreased. She looked up into dark, searching eyes and felt her whole body go rigid with mingled desire and pleasure.

      His eyes dropped to her mouth, lingering there for so long that her lips involuntarily parted. She wondered what he would do if Ben weren’t sitting beside them, and thought in her heart she knew. She would have given anything at that moment to have Ben leap out of the car and vanish, so that she could be totally alone with her husband.

      Ben didn’t vanish, of course, and Cole was distracted by a herd of cattle being moved in the distance. His eyes narrowed, watching, and Lacy smiled at that intense scrutiny. Just like a cattleman to be fascinated by anything on four legs.

      It took only a few minutes to get to Spanish Flats, and Marion came rushing out to meet them. She didn’t hug Cole—that was forbidden, and everyone in the family knew and respected his dislike of physical contact. But she hugged Lacy, warmly and for a long time. Marion did look thinner, older.

      “I’m so glad you’re here to help me cope, darling,” Marion said brokenly. “My baby’s run off with a gangster, Lacy!”

      Lacy patted her on the back awkwardly. “Now, Marion. She’s a big girl, all grown up.”

      “And if she isn’t now, she soon will be,” Cole said shortly. “Is it true—about the marriage?”

      “Why, yes, of course.” Marion lied glibly, not believing it would really happen. She even smiled. “We’ll all be invited to the wedding.”

      “You can go for all of us,” Cole said, his smile as icy as his tone. “If I went, I’d kill the—” He almost said it, remembered Lacy and his mother in the nick of time, and walked off without another word.

      “Whew, that was close,” Ben said, with a shudder. “I opened my mouth out of turn and set him off at the siding. He’s still mad.”

      “Why did you do that to him, Ben?” Lacy asked softly, her eyes quiet and accusing. “You know he won’t talk about the war.”

      “Maybe that’s why,” Ben muttered. “He’s hiding something. He’s been hiding it ever since he came back, and Turk helps him. Neither one of them will tell the truth…”

      “What happened is their business,” Marion said, touching her son’s arm lightly. “It’s none of ours.”

      Ben sighed roughly. “Well, maybe so. I’ll put up the car and bring your bags in, Lacy.”

      Lacy followed Marion inside, to be grabbed and soundly smothered by Cassie, who cried all over her and enthused about her coming home—and then rushed off to get hot tea to serve.

      “You look well, at least,” Marion said later as they sat alone in the elegant living room sipping sweet tea from the dainty china cups Marion had brought here from her girlhood home in Houston.

      “I wish I could say that I felt it,” Lacy confided. “I’ve been dead for eight months. It’s been horrible without him.”

      Marion put her cup down gently on the carved oak coffee table. “He hasn’t been the picture of joy, either. He’s been even more quiet than usual working until all hours. You know, I didn’t even have to twist his arm to get him to go see you. He almost volunteered.”

      “Maybe he wanted to see how many lovers I had.” Lacy laughed bitterly.

      “He knows better than that,” the older woman scoffed. “So do I. I used to watch you, watching him. So much love, all wasted on him. He and Turk are much alike, Lacy. They wrapped themselves in steel after they came back from the war, and now they’re trying to live without ties of any kind. I don’t know what happened, of course, but I’m almost certain that Katy didn’t go to Chicago for love of that smooth-talking gangster she’s been dating.”

      “You think Turk said something to her?” Lacy asked, studying the wrinkled face.

      “I’m certain that he did. Perhaps he told her that there was no hope, or said something cruel to her. But Katy wouldn’t have gone like that without a reason. And she didn’t seem in love to me. At least not with Danny Marlone!”

      Katy was her friend, but Lacy wondered if anyone really knew her heart. Lacy never had, although she loved the younger girl like a sister. If there was one man in the world Katy would die for, though, it was Turk. Just the least notice from him could put the younger woman into dreams of ecstasy for hours. It was almost pitiful, the way she watched him and found excuses to be with him. Turk, on the other hand, was, as Marion had said, a lot like Cole. His face gave away nothing, and he seemed to hide his own vulnerabilities in humor. If he had vulnerabilities. Perhaps personal tragedy had damaged him, too. Cole had said that Turk’s wife died. That would be shattering, especially to a man who was so much a man. It would be like an indictment of his masculinity that he’d failed to save her.

      “You’re very quiet,” Marion murmured.

      “I’m worried about Katy, too,” she confessed. “Is he a nice man, this Danny? Will he be good to her?”

      “I suppose so, darling. But it’s his business that bothers me. He owns a speakeasy, and I don’t think he’s above making dishonest deals. It bothers me. Still, what can we do? She’s a grown woman now. I was married and had Coleman when I was just her age. My hands are tied.” She took another sip of tea. “At least Coleman believed me. He won’t go rushing up there with his pistol.”

      “Believed you?” Lacy probed.

      “Darling, I don’t believe a word of the note Katy left me,” came the quiet reply. “I don’t think that man has any intention of marrying her.”

      “Oh.” Lacy felt shattered by that statement. She loved Katy. Katy had always been a good girl, despite her coquettishness. And now, for her to go and—and live with a man! Oh, Katy, how could you? she thought miserably. How could you let Turk cause you to do something like that?

      Then she remembered her own threat to Cole if he didn’t share her room. About George. Well, she comforted herself, the ends justified the means, didn’t they? But until tonight, she wouldn’t know. And remembering the last time, she wondered if she was going to have enough courage to go through with this. She did love Cole. But would her love for him be enough to save their marriage?

      Ben borrowed the car for his dinner date, careful to reassure his mother that he was leaving in plenty of time for the long drive—and that he wouldn’t wreck her pretty little black runabout.

      Mothers, he thought to himself as he gunned the engine going down the long, winding dirt road. The sky was cloudy, but perhaps it wouldn’t rain. Anyway, there was a top—if he could remember how to put it up!

      He was still bothered about the new atmosphere between himself and Cole. In all the arguments they’d ever had, Cole had never lifted a hand to him before. That was out of character, even if the display of temper wasn’t. He’d certainly hit a nerve. He knew that his big brother was hiding

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