Montana Creeds: Tyler. Linda Lael Miller

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СКАЧАТЬ before leaving the motel for the hospital. She wasn’t being fair. Her dad had suffered a serious coronary incident, and the doctors and nurses at Missoula General had warned her that depression was common in patients who suddenly found themselves dependent on other people for their care.

      Hal Ryder had been doing what he pleased, at least since the divorce. Now, he needed her, a near stranger, to fix his meals, sort out his prescriptions, which were complicated, and see that he didn’t try to mow his lawn or fling himself back into his thriving practice before he was ready.

      “Lily?” he prompted.

      “No,” she said, after thumbing back through her thoughts for the original question. “There’s no man, Hal.”

      “Mom’s a black widow,” Tess explained earnestly.

      Hal chuckled. “I wouldn’t go that far, cupcake,” he told his granddaughter.

      For a reason Lily couldn’t have explained, her eyes filled with sudden, scalding tears—and she blinked them away. Tears were dangerous on a busy freeway, and besides that, they never made things better. “I’m a widow, ” Lily corrected her daughter calmly. “A black widow is a spider.”

      “Oh,” Tess said, digesting the science lesson. She began to thump her sandaled heels against the front of her seat, something she did when she was impatient for the drive to be over.

      “Stop,” Lily told her.

      A few moments of silence passed. Then Tess went on. “My daddy died when I was four,” she announced.

      “I know, sweetheart,” Hal said, his voice tender and a little gruff.

      Lily’s throat ached. She’d filed for divorce, after a tearful call from Burke’s latest girlfriend, whom he’d apparently dropped. Would he still be alive if she’d waited, agreed to more marriage counseling, instead of calling a lawyer right after hanging up with the mistress? Would her child still have a father?

      Tess had adored her dad.

      “His plane hit a bridge,” Tess said.

      “Tess,” Lily said gently, “could we talk about this later, please?”

      “You always say that.” Tess sighed; she’d been born precocious, but since Burke’s death, she’d been wise beyond her years, an adult in a first-grader’s body. “But later never comes.”

      “You can talk to Grampa,” Hal said, slanting another look at Lily. “ I’ll listen.”

      Helpless rage filled Lily; her hands, still damp with perspiration even though the air conditioner had finally kicked in, tightened on the steering wheel. I listen, she wanted to protest. I love my child, unlike some people I could name.

      To her surprise, her dad reached across the console and patted her arm. “Maybe you ought to pull over for a few minutes,” he said. “Get a grip.”

      “I have a grip,” Lily said stiffly, drawing a very deep breath, letting it out and purposely relaxing her shoulders.

      “I’m hungry,” Tess said. She never whined, but she was teetering on the verge. No doubt she was picking up on the tension between the adults in the front seat.

       Definitely not good.

      “We’ll be in Stillwater Springs in under an hour,” Lily said, keeping her tone light. “Can you hold out till we get there?”

      “I guess,” Tess said. “But then we’ll have to stop at a supermarket and everything. Grampa told me there’s no food in the house.”

      Lily’s head began to pound. She glanced into the rearview mirror, to make eye contact with her daughter. “Okay, we’ll stop,” she said. “We’ll get off at the next exit, find one of those salad buffet places.”

      “Rabbit food,” Hal murmured.

      “One burger wouldn’t kill us,” Tess said.

      Whose side was the child on, anyway?

      “No burgers,” Lily said firmly. “Fast-food places don’t offer organic beef.”

      “Oh, for Pete’s sake,” Hal said.

      “Kindly stay out of this,” Lily told her father evenly. “My purse is on the seat beside you, Tess. There’s a package of crackers inside. Have some, and I’ll keep my eye out for a decent market.”

      Sullenly—Tess was never sullen—the child rummaged through Lily’s handbag, found the crackers, tore open the package and munched.

      After that, none of them spoke. They were twenty minutes outside Stillwater Springs when they spotted the man and the dog walking alongside the highway.

      Something about the man jarred Lily—the set of his shoulders, the way he walked, something— tripping all sorts of inner alarms.

      “Stop,” Hal commanded urgently. “That’s Tyler Creed.”

       And I thought this day couldn’t get any worse .

      Lily pulled over and put on the brakes, while her father buzzed the passenger-side window down.

      “Tyler? Is that you?” he called.

      The man turned, flashed that trademark grin, dazzling enough to put a heat mirage to shame. Damn it, it was Tyler.

      All grown-up, and better-looking than ever.

      And here she was, with her back and thighs glued to the car seat and her hair tugged up into a spiky mess.

      He approached the car, the dog plodding patiently at his heels. Bent to look in at Hal. When his gaze caught on Lily, then Tess, the grin faded a little.

      “Hey, Doc,” Tyler said. “I heard you went through a rough spell. You feeling better?”

      “I’ll be all right, thanks to Dylan and Jim Huntinghorse,” Hal replied. “I went toes-up at Logan’s place, during a barbecue, and they gave me CPR. I’d be six feet under if it hadn’t been for those two.”

      Tyler gave a low whistle. “Close call,” he said. In high school, he’d been cute. Now, he was drop-dead gorgeous. His eyes were the same clear blue, though, and his dark hair still glistened, sleek as a raven’s wings. “Lily,” he added, in grave greeting.

      “Get in,” Hal said. “We’ll give you a lift to Stillwater Springs.”

      “Don’t you have a car?” Tess ventured, fascinated, straining in the hated “baby seat” to get a look at the dog.

      Tyler grinned again, and Lily’s stomach dipped like a roller coaster plunging down steep and very rickety tracks. “It broke down on a side road,” he explained. “No tow trucks available, so Kit Carson and I started hoofing it for home.”

      “Hoofing it?” Tess echoed, confused.

      “Walking,” СКАЧАТЬ