From Here to Texas

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Her expression suddenly grew empathetic. “I’m sure seeing her again was tough on you.”

Quito did his best to appear cool. That’s the way a lawman had to be when he was under fire.

He released a long, weary breath. “A little. But it was good to see her, too. I’m glad she’s come back. I think it was about time.”

Victoria studied him thoughtfully. “So you’ve always expected her to return someday?”

Had he? In the deepest part of him, he knew he would see her again one day. He’d just not known how long it would be before she came back to this corner of New Mexico, back to the call of his heart.

“I did. Don’t ask me why. But I did.”

“Well, I won’t ask you what this means to you. You probably don’t even know yourself.”

“Thanks, Victoria.”

He was sliding off the examining table when nurse Nevada Ortiz knocked on the door and poked her head inside the room.

“Victoria, Mrs. Grayson is getting so irate about waiting on you that she’s threatening to get dressed and go home.”

The doctor tossed Quito an amused look. “Excuse me, Sheriff, I believe you know how it is to deal with irate citizens.”

The two women quickly disappeared and Quito left the building feeling happy about his medical report, but troubled about his thoughts of Clementine. It didn’t matter that he was still in love with the woman and had been for the past thirteen years. That was an affliction he would never get over. It was something he had to live with no matter if she was miles and miles away from him or just across the room.

He couldn’t allow himself to start thinking, hoping that she would somehow change her mind and decide she wanted to live here with him. She’d been born into wealth. She didn’t know any other lifestyle. If she tried to live here permanently, she’d be a fish out of water. And he’d be a sucker fish to think she could change.

When Quito returned to the building that housed his staff of lawmen and the jail, he stuck his head into Juliet’s cubbyhole to collect any messages she might have taken for him, then quickly walked down the hallway to his office. The door was ajar and he was a little more than surprised to hear voices from inside.

Without bothering to knock, he entered the room and was taken aback to see Clementine sitting in the chair in front of his desk. And in his own chair Jess was leaning back with his boots crossed and a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Well, it’s good to see you’ve been taking care of my office while I was away,” he said to Jess.

Laughing, the under sheriff rose to his feet. “Sorry, Quito. Clementine wanted to see you so I brought her back here. I knew you wouldn’t be long. My wife doesn’t have time to dally around with her patients. Especially the male ones.”

Rolling his eyes at Jess, he said, “You don’t deserve that woman.”

Jess chuckled. “I know it.” As he started out of the room, he glanced at Clementine. “See if you can get him in a better mood, will you?”

She nodded in a conspiring way. “I’ll do my best.”

The under sheriff disappeared out the door and Quito walked over to where Clementine sat with her long bare legs crossed and an impish smile on her berry-colored lips.

“Jess has been catching me up on all the news around here.”

“I’m sure. That was easier than handing you a copy of the Aztec Gazette.”

His dry comment pulled a soft laugh from her, which only made Quito frown more.

“I’m not talking about that sort of news,” she said. “I mean personal stuff. He told me that he and Victoria has been married for nearly two years now and that they have two children. A girl, Katrina, and a baby boy, Sam. He also told me that Ross got married, too. I always remembered him as the wild one of the Ketchum boys. I guess the years have settled him down.”

“He has a beautiful Apache wife. I think she’s settled him down more than the years,” he said, then looked at her pointedly. “Are you here to chat about the social goings on of Aztec or was there some other reason?”

The smile fell from her face. “Boy, did they give you a shot over at the doctor’s office? You’re behaving like you’ve been jabbed with something.”

Realizing he was sounding out of sorts, he let out a deep breath and lifted the gray Stetson from his head. Running a hand over his crow-black hair, he said, “Sorry. I’ve had a lot of distractions this morning.”

Her blue eyes were full of concern as they flicked over him. “What did the doctor say? Are you healing?”

At least that was something he could be happy about, Quito thought. “She says I’m well enough to do pretty much anything I want.”

A bright smile replaced the serious expression on Clementine’s face. “That’s wonderful news. So that means you’re well enough to have a picnic.”

Quito stared at her. “A picnic! Hell, Clem, I’m too old for that sort of thing.”

She rose to her feet and Quito’s breath lodged somewhere in the middle of his throat as her face came dangerously near to his.

“Old?” she murmured. “Quito, there’s nothing about you that’s old.”

His nostrils flared as he drank in the flowery spices that scented her skin. “Uh, I thought you were going to take me out to dinner.”

“I was. But I decided it would be nicer not to go to some busy restaurant where people would be staring. Even though it’s been eleven years, I doubt that people have forgotten that we were an item. There’ll be gossip everywhere that the old flames between us have burst to life again. That might hurt you politically and I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

Quito cursed. “What goes on between you and me is nobody’s business but ours.”

She shrugged. “All right, if that’s the way you feel. But I still want to have the picnic,” she said cheerfully. “I thought we might drive up to the mountains and walk to the meadow. You remember the one with the willow trees, where we caught the trout?”

Remember? How could he forget? It was the spot where they’d made love for the very first time. Was she trying to kill him with memories or was she simply wanting to relive the past?

Either way, he should give her a flat-out no. He didn’t want those old flames between them fanned for any reason. She’d already burned him badly. Much more from her and he’d be nothing more than a useless pile of ashes.

“I remember.” Her blue eyes caught his and he felt his heart jump into a dangerous rhythm. “What time do you want for me to meet you?”

Smiling with pleasure, she grabbed both his hands and squeezed. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll pick you up here. What time?”

He felt wicked and indecent and stupid. But for the first time in years, he felt alive.

“Six.”

She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss upon his cheek. “I’ll be here.”

Chapter Four

Later that evening, Quito was signing a request for additional funding for equipment when a soft knock sounded on his door.

Knowing it was Clementine, he picked up the document and switched off the light on his desk. Then reaching for his Stetson, he slapped it on and went to open the door.

She was standing on the other side, a soft smile on her face and a light in her blue eyes that stirred his imagination.

“Ready?” she asked.

He nodded. “Just let me drop this by Julie’s office and then we’ll be on our way.”

She walked along beside him as they made their way down the wide corridor and the perfume she’d been wearing earlier drifted once again to his nostrils. She smelled sweet and lusty at the same time and he was amazed at the sexual urges suddenly stirring his body.

Three weeks ago, he’d been almost dead. On top of that, he had not seen this woman in eleven years. How could his body suddenly turn into a wild buck deer?

Outside on the sidewalk, she pointed to where her car was parked several spaces on down the street from the building. “I have everything loaded into the trunk,” she told him. “Do you think we still have enough daylight to make it to the meadow?”

Rather than glance at his watch, Quito turned a narrowed eye on the ball of hot sun. “It will be nearly nine before darkness falls. We’ll have time. But I don’t think we should drive your car. Let’s take my SUV,” he suggested. “That way if we have to go over some rough spots, we’ll have four-wheel drive.”