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“Hank, you’re being as evasive as the rest of them,” she accused.
“I’m just saying if you want answers, the best people to ask are those around him, not me. Your mother doesn’t lie to you, does she?”
“No, but—”
“No buts. What does she say?”
“That he’s recuperating nicely and he’ll be fine if he takes it easy.”
“Well, then, that’s your answer.”
“No,” she said, clearly unconvinced. “He should be up and about by now. You know Daddy. He never was one for sitting still for more than a minute.”
“Maybe he’s just hoping to get a little sympathy from his baby girl.”
“Maybe.”
He could tell that she still wasn’t reassured. “You’re really worried, aren’t you?”
“Not worried,” she said slowly, lifting her gaze to his. “Scared.”
He saw now what he should have seen all along. “You’re scared of losing him?”
Tears welled up in her eyes and came close to breaking his heart. She nodded.
“The others have all had him for a long time,” she said in a choked voice. “Not me. Twenty-four years isn’t nearly long enough.”
Hank reached out and brushed away the tear that was tracking down her cheek, barely resisting the temptation to pull her into his embrace and comfort her. “Something tells me Harlan will be around a long time yet.”
“Is that guesswork or wishful thinking?”
“Oh, I don’t think he’s going anywhere until he’s had a chance to dance at your wedding. It wouldn’t be like him to give up before getting his way.”
A smile trembled on her lips. “He does seem to be fixated on getting me married off and pregnant. You’d think all those grandbabies and great-grandbabies already overrunning the place would be enough to suit him.”
“But none of them belong to his precious baby girl,” Hank countered. “You were the surprise and the blessing of his life. Naturally, he wants to see you settled.”
“Whose side are you on?”
“Yours, of course. Always have been.”
She regarded him with an unblinking gaze. “You have, haven’t you? Even when you thought I’d lost my mind for running off and getting on the rodeo circuit.”
“Now, that one did take a few years off my life,” he said, recalling the heart-in-his-throat moments she’d put him through every time she’d climbed onto a bucking horse. “But nobody’s ever been able to change your mind once you got something into your head. I figured it made more sense to make sure you could stay on a horse than to fight you.”
“If it had been up to Cody, Jordan and Luke, they would have locked me in my room until I came to my senses,” she recalled, grinning. “You and Daddy were the only ones who didn’t try to stop me.”
“What would have been the point? You’d have climbed out the window.”
She leaned back against the trunk of the tree and gazed around, then sighed. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve missed all of this?”
“Not enough to come home for more than a minute at a time the last five years,” he retorted.
Her gaze locked with his. “You noticed? I’d wondered if you had.”
“I noticed,” he said.
“You didn’t exactly burn up the phone lines between here and Austin or here and Miami.”
“Did you want me to? I thought the whole point of going away was so you could try your wings away from all the overprotectiveness around here, mine included.”
“Maybe it was, at the beginning,” she conceded. “Rebellion seems to be one of those Adams traits.” Her lips curved. “But I missed this. I missed—”
Hank held his breath.
“—you,” she said softly, as if she were testing it. “I missed you.”
Damn, but it was good to finally hear her say the words. But missing wasn’t loving. It wasn’t saying that this time she’d stay and make a life with him. He couldn’t put his heart on the line for that. “I missed you, too, kid.”
She glared at him, just as he’d known she would.
“Kid?”
Hank winked. “You’re still younger than me.”
“Oh, yeah. What are you now? Pushing sixty, right?”
“Not even half that, smart aleck.”
“Twenty-nine isn’t all that old, Hank.” She looked him over with a deliberately provocative gleam in her eyes. “Looks as if you have a few good years left in you, if you’d work a little to get yourself in shape.”
“What’s wrong with the shape I’m in?” he demanded. “It can’t be all that bad. You’ve been ogling me since you came out here.”
“Have not.”
“Have, too.”
She chuckled. “Listen to us. We’re back to bickering the way we used to.”
“Some things never change.”
“I wish nothing had to change,” she said with a sigh.
He sensed the shift in mood went beyond the bickering of two old friends. “You’re thinking of your father again, aren’t you?”
She nodded, then forced a smile. “But all the worrying and wishing in the world won’t change things.”
“Have you talked to his doctor?”
“Not yet.”
“Then go. Do that this afternoon. Maybe it’ll put your mind at ease.” He touched a finger to her cheek, watched the color bloom at the light caress. For an instant, her gaze clashed with his and he thought for sure she was going to turn her face ever so slightly and press a kiss to his palm.
But she drew in a deep breath and shot to her feet instead. “I think I will go see the doctor.”
“Still want me to pick you up at six?”
She gave him a sassy grin. “Unless you’re having second thoughts.”
“Oh, no, darlin’. Where you’re concerned, I’ve always had a one-track mind.”
* * *
Hank’s words lingered in Lizzy’s head for the rest of the afternoon. There’d been a challenge there, no doubt about it The man had actually been flirting with her, which had to be a first She couldn’t help wondering whether that was because he’d finally seen that she was all grown up or whether something else was going on. living with a houseful of manipulators had made her wary of sudden shifts in attitude.
Of course, wariness wasn’t enough to keep her home. She was curious to see just where this brand-new attitude would lead them. In fact, now that she’d been reassured by her father’s doctor that his heart had suffered no permanent damage, she could devote all of her attention to Hank and figuring out just how much he really mattered to her.
Cody wandered in as she was pacing in the living room, awaiting Hank’s arrival.
“Going someplace?” he asked, looking her over, then scowling at the short skirt she’d chosen.
“I have a date.”
“With?”
“Hank.”
His gaze narrowed. “Is that right?”
“Do you disapprove?”
“Of Hank? Of course not. But you might want to consider adding a couple of more inches to that skirt before you walk out the door.”
Lizzy glanced down. “Why? Don’t you think he’ll like it?”
“Oh, he’ll like it. A little too much would be my guess.”
She grinned. “Then I got it just right, I think.”
Her brother studied her worriedly. “Lizzy, what are you up to?”
“Up to?” she repeated innocently. “I have no idea what you mean.”
“Oh, yes, you do. You’ve got that sneaky-female look in your eyes.”
Lizzy laughed. “And what would you know about sneaky-female looks?”
“I’m married, aren’t I? Melissa always gets a look just like that in her eyes right before she pulls the rug out from under me. I’ve watched my own daughter use it on every man she’s ever dated, too. Now that Sharon Lynn’s engaged, poor old Kyle Mason spends most of his life looking thoroughly bewildered by her. I actually feel sorry for him.”
Lizzy gave a little nod of satisfaction. “Then I suppose I’ve finally got that right, too.”
Something that might have been panic flared in her brother’s eyes. “Lizzy, I will not have you going out with Hank and doing something you’re going to regret.”
“Regrets are for people who never took any risks,” she retorted.
“Risks?” Cody demanded, his voice escalating. “Just what risks are you intending to take?”
Lizzy heard Hank’s car outside and decided Cody had had about all he could take of her teasing. She reached up and patted his cheek. “Don’t worry about a thing, big brother. I’ve got everything under control.”
Cody moaned.
Lizzy walked out on him before he could get it into his head to try to run Hank off the property. That was not the sort of trouble she’d intended when she’d made this date. No, if there was going to be trouble tonight, it was going to be between her and Hank Robbins.
She could hardly wait.
Chapter Three (#ulink_2d84e11d-ee5f-52de-9a13-706ae714f74c)
When Lizzy got outside, Hank was exiting his pickup. He almost stumbled at his first glimpse of her. His stunned expression was everything she’d hoped for when she’d chosen the skirt of which Cody so vehemently disapproved.
“Too anxious to wait for me to come in and get you?” Hank inquired, giving her a lazy, purely masculine once-over that raised goose bumps.
“Protecting your sorry hide,” she declared, refusing to rise to the taunt “Cody’s into his big-brother mode. If he’d seen you looking me over like that, there’s no telling what he’d do.”
His gaze strayed to the midthigh hem of her skirt “I can imagine. That skirt ought to be banned in most parts of the world.”
“You don’t like it?”
“Oh, I like it,” he conceded. “It just changes my plans for the evening.”
“In what way?”
“I don’t think we’ll be dining out in town, after all.”
Lizzy chuckled. “Suddenly can’t wait to get me alone, huh?” she taunted. She had deliberately—and successfully—provoked one reaction out of him. Now she was working on one far more dangerous.
“Not exactly,” he retorted. “I’m just afraid I’d have to strangle half the men in town for salivating over you. Fortunately, Mrs. Wyndham hasn’t left yet I’ll call her from the truck and tell her to fix something.”
“Sounds good to me,” Lizzy said, thinking the evening couldn’t have looked more promising.
“You haven’t gone and turned into a vegetarian, have you?”
“And have Daddy disown me? I don’t think so.”
“Then I’ll tell Mrs. Wyndham to leave a chicken roasting or defrost a steak or something,” he said, still sounding as if he’d been poleaxed.
Lizzy gave him a knowing look, then turned toward the truck and hesitated as she contemplated the long step up to get inside. It was the one thing she hadn’t considered when she’d chosen her outfit for the evening. Obviously, she’d been living in the city too long, where flashy cars, not practical trucks, were the norm among the men she’d dated.
“An interesting quandary, isn’t it?” Hank in quired, laughter threading through his voice. “Either you ask for help or you scramble up on your own and expose yourself—” he chuckled “—to humiliation.”
