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One was Stephanie Perry and the other was a man with a thick Spanish accent. Santos aka Delgado.
“Rey, you can’t bring another shipment in here,” she said. “Not yet.”
“You worry too much,” Santos said.
“We still haven’t found Mike’s papers.”
“I curse su hermano for all our troubles. He could have had so much if he’d gone along with us. I’m thinking he lied about the papers.”
“What if he didn’t? You can’t bring in the shipment.”
“I can’t stop it. It’s crossed the border, so it’s not safe to leave it out there unprotected. And my men need their supplies to fill the demand.”
Coop wondered if it had come through Ciudad Juarez at El Paso, or Nuevo Laredo at Laredo.
“And what about Lilly?”
Santos cursed in very colorful Spanish. Coop recognized several unflattering words directed at the woman.
“You’ve got to get inside the house,” he told her.
“How can I do that?” Stephanie argued. “She warned me off. She’s the type that’ll call the sheriff on me.”
“Then you’ll wait until everyone leaves, or maybe I can persuade her.”
“Good luck with that,” she said.
A shiver snaked down Coop’s spine. They would go after Lilly? No way in hell. He stole a look into the office as Santos whispered something in Spanish. Stephanie giggled, then Rey grabbed her roughly. “My luck is always good.”
Then his mouth ground over hers. She let out a groan of pain and fought him to break free. “Hey, that hurts,” she cried, trying to push him away.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Fight me.”
Santos forced Stephanie down on the desk, and Coop moved out of sight, leaving the lovebirds. He figured he wasn’t going to get any more information tonight.
Coop made his way off the property and headed back to the house. He needed to make some calls, to figure out his next move. One thing there was no doubt about: drugs were coming into Kerry Springs. His job was to stop them.
The next morning, Lilly was up at dawn. She was never one for sleeping in. Having been a teacher most of her adult life, she found early mornings had helped keep her sanity. And she’d always been the one to get the kids up and moving, allowing Mike to sleep in. He did so without a problem. Of course, he’d worked ten-to-twelve-hour days. Had that been to stay away from her? She shook away the thought. Don’t go there. It’s too late for regrets.
She made her way down to the kitchen. She had dressed in shorts and a sleeveless top, ready for the hot day that had been promised.
She glanced out the window toward the cottage, surprised to find the door open. She was even more surprised when Noah stepped out into the small covered porch.
“Oh, boy,” she breathed as he leaned against the post, dressed only in a pair of jeans. Her gaze lowered to the top two buttons that were undone, causing his pants to ride low on his hips.
For heaven’s sake, she’d seen a man shirtless before. Oh, but never had she seen anyone who looked like Noah Cooper. His muscular chest and broad shoulders looked like they could carry the weight of the world. She lowered her eyes to his flat stomach. That was an understatement. He had what they called a six-pack. The man had to work out all the time.
Slowly his gaze went to the house and the kitchen window. Busted. Their eyes met and she was frozen in place. It seemed like an eternity that his eyes held her in a trance, then finally he raised his mug toward her like a salute, turned and walked back inside the cottage.
Lilly released a breath and sank against the counter. What was she doing? She wasn’t the type to ogle a man. In school she’d been the shy, studious one. Mike had been her first boyfriend, then her husband.
“Morning, dear,” Beth Staley said.
Lily jumped as her mother strolled into the room. “Oh, hi, Mom.”
Beth frowned. “Is something wrong?”
A lot. “No. You just surprised me. What are you doing up so early?” She glanced at the clock. Six-ten. “You don’t have to go to work until nine.”
The older woman smiled and went to pour some coffee. “Oh, I don’t know. I guess I couldn’t sleep.”
Lilly examined her mother closely. Something was different about her. “Did you get your hair cut?”
“Yesterday. Do you like it?”
The shorter cut would be easier for her to care for. “I like it. The color is pretty, too.”
“It’s just a shine Cassie talked me into trying. It’s to take the yellow out of my gray.”
Her mother had great hair, thick and healthy. Lilly looked over the fifty-eight-year-old widow. At five foot four, she was trim and kept in shape. She had pretty green eyes and a warm smile.
There were other subtle changes about her. Her style of clothing was different today. She had on white capris and an aqua-colored knit top, partly covered with a multicolored blouse.
“Mom, you look … so pretty.”
She sighed. “Thank you.”
“Is there some reason you’re all dressed up this morning?”
She gave a sheepish grin. “Could be.”
Lilly folded her arms and waited. “Well, aren’t you going to tell me?”
Her mother actually blushed. “I have a breakfast date.”
“A date?” She swallowed. “You mean a date, date?” Her mother hadn’t dated since her dad’s death ten years ago. “Who?”
“Close your mouth, daughter. It isn’t becoming.”
“Mother.”
“Okay, I’m meeting Sean Rafferty for breakfast.”
The good-looking, charming Sean Rafferty? “What? How long has this been going on?”
Beth sent her daughter a sharp look. “That’s not anybody’s business, but we’ve spent some time together. We happened to run into each other in San Antonio last month when I was shopping there.
“Sean asked me to lunch, and we found we enjoyed each other’s company. And since we’re both so busy this is the only time we have to see each other.”
“You’re right. It isn’t my business. I just thought Millie Roberts had a thing for Sean.”
Her mother sighed. “I know, but Sean doesn’t feel the same about her. We find we have so much in common, and there is that spark. Oh, plenty of sparks.”
Lilly wanted to put her hands over her ears. Was this more than a platonic friendship? My mother is in a love triangle.
“And I need to tell her, today,” Beth said.
“Yes, you should,” Lilly agreed. “She’d be hurt if she heard it from someone else.” What else could happen this morning? She’d ogled a man, and her mother was dating. Suddenly the music vibration started upstairs in Kasey’s bedroom.
This was going to be an interesting summer.
It was after seven o’clock before Coop was off the phone with his captain relaying details about Delgado and the possible drug shipment coming to Kerry Springs. That was enough information to have more men posted around the landscaping business, looking for any unusual activity.
They wanted to get Delgado this time. In the past he’d managed to slip through the cracks, and no one would rat him out. Mike Perry might have tried, but he was dead now. They needed to find the proof that Mike had planned to give them, and before it got into the wrong hands.
He stood and looked out the window. He wasn’t sure he should go to the house for breakfast. He couldn’t deny the attraction between himself and Lilly. It would be easy to let things happen, but in the end he would have to leave when the job was done. Except Lilly Perry would be hard to say goodbye to.
There was a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find Robbie. “Hey, Rob, you ready to work?”
He nodded. “Mom said to tell you breakfast is ready.”
Coop hesitated, but seeing the bright look on the boy’s face, he nodded. “Good, I’m starved.”
The boy didn’t move. “Coop, can I ask you something?”
They walked along the path together. “Sure.”
“If you’re not too busy later, can you play catch with me?”
“Sure. We could probably find some time.”
“Oh, boy. Thanks.”
Robbie ran ahead and through the back door. Coop smiled and followed him inside where he found a brooding Kasey at the table and her mother at the stove making pancakes.
“Hi,” he said to Lilly as he went behind the island. “Need some help?”
“Sure. You can set the table. Plates are up there.”
He reached overhead and brought down four plates. He grabbed flatware and headed to the table. “Here, Kasey, make yourself useful.”
The teenager was about to argue, but Coop gave her a look that had her changing her mind. He went back to get the orange juice and glasses. In a few minutes they were all seated at the table and enjoying a nice breakfast.
“Where’s Beth?”
“She has an … early appointment.”
Robbie chimed in, “She’s having breakfast with Mr. Rafferty.”
“Robbie, where’d you hear that?”
“You and Grandma were talking.”
“How many times have I told you that eavesdropping isn’t polite.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
“I mean, you shouldn’t listen to other people talking.”
“But didn’t she go with Mr. Rafferty?”
“Yes, but Grandma’s business isn’t to leave this house. If she wants other people to know she’ll tell them.”
He took a bite of pancakes and after swallowing, he said, “Kinda like when Daddy left us, and people started sayin’ bad stuff?”
“And we don’t want that to happen again.”
The silence was deafening and Coop could see Lilly was uncomfortable.
“Hey, Rob, why don’t you go grab your ball and glove and we’ll toss a few?”
“Oh, boy. Can I, Mom?”
“Finish your milk, then you’re excused.”
He grabbed a few more bites of food, then drank up and ran off. So did his sister, although she didn’t ask permission.
The room was quiet with only the sound of footsteps overhead. “It was rough for you and the kids, wasn’t it?”
She nodded. “Even though there were a lot who stood by me, there were many who speculated on what happened between Mike and me. I was a bad wife. Had he met someone else? It all happened so fast. As if overnight my husband had changed and I couldn’t stop it.” She toyed with her coffee mug. “I guess I didn’t protect my children as well as I’d hoped, because in the end, their father abandoned them, and I can’t forgive him for that.”
If nothing else, Coop hoped he could learn the truth for her, but first he had to find it. Then they would both have answers to all the questions.
“I’m sorry, Lilly.”
She turned those hazel green eyes toward him. “Why? None of this is your fault. Mike was an adult. He made choices. All bad, but he made them.” She chewed her lower lip. “Worse, I know it had something to do with Stephanie.”
Bingo. “Why? Did your sister-in-law try to break up your marriage?”
She sighed. “You saw her yesterday. She was always jealous. She was the baby of the family, ten years younger than Mike. He spoiled her rotten because their father ignored her. After their parents died, Mike took over the business, and that included helping Stephanie.”
Coop carefully worked for information. “It seems that the business is prosperous.”
“That’s thanks to Mike. He expanded it to do landscaping and new construction and he opened the nursery on the property. We all sacrificed, too, helping to secure the future. Now they’re without a father, and my kids get nothing.
“Why is that? Aren’t his children in the will?”
Lilly shook her head. “Mike signed a survivorship clause, leaving everything to his sister. Stephanie walks away with it all, the business that rightfully should go to my children. She and that slimy boyfriend, Rey Santos, get everything.”
