Rekindled Hearts. Brenda Minton

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      “What about the wood flooring that is still intact?” Colt picked up a strip of stained wood that had once been the floor inside the town hall.

      “We’re keeping those, too. They’re going to find a use for them inside the new building. I think the wood is being stored at Garrison’s, in the lumberyard.”

      Colt set the board aside, his gaze sweeping the area. “We’re moving forward. They’re starting the framing of the building next week.”

      “Yes, I know.” She didn’t look at him.

      “How is your house?” He tossed a few pieces of crumbled limestone into the pile of debris that was growing larger and larger every day.

      “They dozed it down yesterday. I found a contractor. He hauled in a trailer and he’s working in the area. He’s taken on several projects, so who knows how long this will take.” She ignored the look he shot her. He thought she didn’t know what she was doing.

      “Did you check him out?”

      “Yes, Colt, I checked him out. He had references.”

      “I’m sorry, but you know how it is when something like this happens. Scam artists come out of the woodwork.” He nodded and pushed at some rocks with his booted foot. “Watch for snakes.”

      “I know.” She glanced up, wishing that September had brought cooler weather. She took off her gloves and swiped her hair from her face.

      “Are you mad?” he asked, with a characteristic male it-can’t-be-me attitude.

      “No, not at all. But trust me that I can take care of this, of having the house rebuilt.” She turned, smiling and wishing immediately that she hadn’t looked at him. He was the son of a rancher and he looked as good in a uniform with a sidearm attached to his waist as he did in jeans and T-shirts, loading bags of grain into the back of a truck.

      The uniform was unusual. It must have been a court day because on regular days he wore dark jeans and a dark T-shirt with Police in white letters across the back. She really liked that uniform.

      “You are mad.”

      His words were an unfair reminder that she shouldn’t be thinking of him in his uniform. She shouldn’t be thinking of him at all, except to be angry with him.

      “I’m not mad.” She was confused and hurt. She’d spent six hours in a basement, wondering if they would get out and if they had let go of something they should have fought harder to keep. He didn’t want to hear that.

      True to form, Colt grabbed the wheelbarrow and headed for the pile of rocks she had started earlier in the day. That was his way of saying they weren’t going to talk about it—discussion closed.

      He dumped the load of stones, and then turned. “Lexi, I can’t do this.”

      “Can’t do this?” She glanced around, at the stones, at the mess, knowing that wasn’t what he meant.

      “We can’t go back. We have to move forward.”

      She nodded, wondering if that meant he had felt something in that basement, too. Had those hours made him question their divorce? But he wouldn’t talk. She knew that, because this was as far as their conversations ever went. They wouldn’t talk about the divorce or their feelings for one another. They had never talked about Gavin’s death and what that had meant to their marriage or the family they had planned to have.

      She couldn’t blame it all on him. Her own fears, the thought of losing Colt the way Gavin’s wife had lost him, had added to the problem.

      She followed his gaze to the open green area between Main Street and the High Plains River. There were still piles of debris to be cleaned up. The path of the storm had been long and wide.

      Lexi’s most recent phone bill had been found thirty miles away. Someone had called to let her know that it was being sent back. Others had found their family photos, tax documents and receipts scattered in fields and nearby towns.

      All over town, people were starting over. They were rebuilding. Or they were moving on.

      Lexi was sharing her home with animals that had been found wandering the area. Many hadn’t been claimed.

      “We need to get to work.” Colt picked up a stone. “Don’t forget your gloves.”

      She started to remind him that she wasn’t his to take care of. Instead she pulled on the gloves she had shoved into her pockets. What she wanted to do was remind him of their discussion in the basement. Even with a head injury, she hadn’t forgotten that they were going to stop fighting. They were going to be friends.

      Colt moved closer, his gaze drifting past her and then back to her face. “Lex, there’s too much going on around here. We have a child without parents. Jesse Logan’s wife is dead and his babies had to fight to survive. We have a town that needs our help rebuilding.”

      “I know. But, Colt, we can work together without it being weird. We really can be friends.”

      He nodded and looked away again. “How are you feeling?”

      “I’m fine.” She touched the scar at her hairline. “The headaches are gone.”

      “Good, I’m glad. I’m glad your mom came to help you after you got out of the hospital.”

      “She stayed a few days.”

      “At least she came.”

      Yes, Lexi’s mom had visited. And she’d spent three days telling Lexi what a huge mistake every detail of her life had been. Marrying Colt, a mistake. Becoming a veterinarian, bigger mistake. Staying in High Plains after her divorce, the biggest mistake.

      Lexi smiled again. “Snake.”

      Colt jumped and turned. No snake. He shot her a look and then he smiled. “Cute, real cute.”

      “I still think it’s funny that you can square off with bad guys, brave a tornado, and yet you’re afraid of a little ole snake.”

      “They bite.”

      “Right.” She reached for a block. It crumbled in her hands and she tossed it into the pile of debris.

      “Did you know that the town hall was destroyed by a tornado in 1860?” Colt pushed the wheelbarrow a few feet.

      “I did know that. High Plains had to rebuild after that storm, and we’ll rebuild again. We’re tough people. We’re pioneers. It’s in our blood.” She wiped her brow. “And we have a lot of faith.”

      “Yes, faith.” His voice turned sarcastic. “And God rewarded us with this.” A wide sweep of his arm took in the destruction that had once been a town.

      “God didn’t do this, Colt. You know that.” She didn’t want to have СКАЧАТЬ