To Have And To Hold. Dawn Temple

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      “Losing the baby wasn’t your fault.” Her voice hitched, but she kept her chin level with his.

      “If I’d been paying attention to the road, that van never would’ve hit us.”

      Lindy’s blue eyes suddenly sparkled with tears. She sniffed into her coffee cup, obviously fighting for control. Travis’s gut tightened. He’d give anything to go back in time, to avoid that drunk driver, to be able to keep Lindy and their son safe.

      He watched as Lindy studied the elaborate doodle she created on the legal pad. She sat without talking so long, Travis wondered if the conversation was over.

      Then she flipped the doodle page over and looked up, a very determined gleam in her eyes. “If we’re going to do this, I have some ground rules.” She wrote Ground Rules across the top of the page and underlined it three times.

      Uh-oh. That didn’t sound good. Did she plan on making him sleep in the barn? One look at her stubborn Lewis chin convinced Travis such ideas were not improbable.

      “Number one.” She wrote the number, then dotted the pad firmly. “This is a working farm. We keep farmer’s hours, so no loud noises after nine o’clock. Lights out at ten.”

      Travis nodded, though he sensed her “ground rules” weren’t up for debate.

      “Number two. The upstairs bedrooms share a common bathroom, so keep it neat. And don’t forget to use the lock. Alice Robertson comes in two mornings a week and helps with the housework, but you and I will have to trade off kitchen duty.”

      “Robertson?” Please God, let her be Farmboy’s wife.

      “Danny’s mother.”

      Damn!

      “Three,” Lindy continued. “Without Pops, I’m shorthanded. I expect you to help out around here. Danny is familiar with farm work, but he has his own responsibilities and can’t be here full-time, so we’ll figure out what chores you can handle. The work’s hard and dirty, but you’re strong enough.”

      The words sounded complimentary, but he knew better.

      “Number four. I will not take any money from you. Don’t insult me by trying to cover my expenses behind my back. Things are tight around here. That’s how I want it to stay.”

      Lindy’s chin lifted; glittery defiance shot from her eyes.

      “Five. No physical contact. This setup is for appearances’ sake only.” She put the pen on top of the tablet and crossed her arms on the table. He noted the slight tremor in her fingers before she clenched them into fists.

      “Do we have a deal?” she asked.

      Travis saw through her bravado. He wanted to round the table and sweep her into his arms, hold her until she melted against him, asked for his help, accepted his support. But this was Lindy. Things were never simple with Lindy.

      He picked up her discarded pen and turned the tablet around. “I have a couple of conditions of my own.” He wrote a bold number six on the first empty line.

      Her eyebrow cocked. “Such as?”

      “No extramarital dating.”

      Her forehead crinkled, but she shrugged and nodded. “Okay.”

      She jumped on that faster than Travis expected. Did she have Farmboy wrapped that tightly around her little finger?

      “You’re sure Robertson won’t object?”

      “Why would he? Danny knows how important getting this place up and running is to me. He’s willing to help any way he can.”

      Travis bit back a snort. If Lindy believed her own explanation, she was delusional. And Robertson was a bigger fool than Travis had originally thought.

      Putting Robertson aside, Travis added number seven to the list. He cleared his mind, focused on his objective. Lindy had to agree with his final condition. She’d already paid too great a price for his mistakes.

      Nothing would ever make things right between them, but her panic attacks were his fault. He had to find a way to alleviate her anxiety.

      “Number seven, you let me help you face your fear of cars.”

      Her face paled. “What? Why?”

      “I had my own problems getting back behind the wheel. I understand some of what scares you.”

      “I don’t know….”

      “I wasn’t afraid to accept any of your conditions.”

      Lindy’s chin popped up. He knew that would get to her.

      “All I have to do is try?”

      “Just try.” Travis fought to hide his growing smile. Pride had always been her Achilles’ heel.

      “O-okay. I promise to try.”

      “Then I guess we have a deal.” Travis held his hand out.

      Lindy stood and clasped it. Her grip was steady, but her palm was moist. “Yes, God help me, we have a deal.”

      Chapter Four

      Travis slowly approached his father’s house, dread filling him at the thought of the conversation awaiting him. Reaching the end of the road, he killed the ignition and stared at the house. Throw in a couple of ramparts topped with family-crested flags and the place would look like a bona fide castle.

      His father had purchased this monstrosity the year after Carrie Monroe’s death, and to Travis, it represented the antithesis of the warm home his mother had created. Despite marrying into one of the richest families in Georgia, she never forgot her roots.

      His mother had grown up watching her parents work long hours turning an old family recipe into a profitable chain of restaurants. She’d tried her best to instill those values into her children. She’d succeeded with Travis, but Grant was too much their father’s son to understand the appeal of earning your blessings. Like Winston, Grant considered changing the blade in his razor too tactile a chore for a Monroe.

      After his mother’s death, living in his father’s new house had made Travis feel like a teenage hypocrite. He hated the way Winston immersed himself back into the world of Atlanta’s spoiled rich, abandoning his late wife’s ideals.

      At eighteen, Travis escaped to college, moving to Boston to study mechanical engineering at MIT. After one semester, he returned to this mausoleum and found his father in a near-constant drunken stupor and his fifteen-year-old brother in juvenile lockup. Travis was forced to abandon MIT and transfer to Georgia Tech. He bailed out his brother and dried out his father. Ten years later, very little had changed.

      He rolled his shoulders, trying to relieve his building tension. Telling his father about his extended stay in Tennessee promised to be a long conversation. And he still had the six-hour drive back to Land’s Cross.

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