Heart of Texas Volume 1: Lonesome Cowboy. Debbie Macomber
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Название: Heart of Texas Volume 1: Lonesome Cowboy

Автор: Debbie Macomber

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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isbn: 9781472012555

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      “You’ve known him what? Three days? Four? Savannah, for crying out loud, what’s happened to you?”

      She looked at him then, and to his amazement she smiled. “Something wonderful, Grady, something really wonderful.” She touched his arm and nearly blinded him with the brilliance of her smile. “I feel alive, truly alive for the first time in years. I’d forgotten how good it felt.”

      “Savannah, Savannah,” he moaned. She made this so damned difficult.

      “Grady, please be happy for me.”

      “I can’t.”

      “Then don’t ruin it for me, please. That’s all I ask.”

      He stood, feeling the pain of what he had to tell her until the words felt like bricks loaded on his back. “You can’t trust him.”

      “How can you say that?” Her face wore a look of pure puzzlement. “Laredo’s been nothing but trustworthy.”

      “You can’t trust him,” Grady repeated.

      “I’d trust him with my life. Do you honestly think I’m such a bad judge of character? He’s patient and generous, and for you to say otherwise proves you don’t really know him.”

      “You’re naive. He’ll use you, and when he’s finished, he’ll leave you to face the consequences alone.”

      His words were followed by a shocked angry silence. Then she said, “That comment was unworthy of you.”

      Well, she’d wait a long time before he’d apologize. He hated what he had to tell her next. Hated to be the one to destroy the fairy tale she’d built around this cast-off cowboy. “Ask me where I was this afternoon,” he demanded.

      Savannah blinked. “Where were you?”

      “I stopped off at Cal Patterson’s to make a phone call.”

      “You couldn’t do it here?”

      “No. Cal’s got the names and phone numbers of all the district members in the cattlemen’s association.” He waited until the information sank in.

      “You tried to find out about Laredo,” she said, and her voice dropped to a whisper.

      “Savannah, listen to me. It gives me no joy to tell you this, but your precious Laredo Smith was fired from his last job.”

      She remained outwardly calm, but Grady noticed her clenched hands in her lap. “I talked to Earl Chesterton myself,” he continued. “Smith was fired and for a damn good reason.” If that didn’t convince her of the truth about this man, nothing would.

      A moment of shocked silence followed, or what he mistook for shock. To his amazement, Savannah slowly smiled. “Oh, Grady, how worried you must have been, but there was no need. I already knew all about that.”

      Four

      Grady wasn’t looking forward to talking to Frank Hennessey, but he’d delayed his visit to the sheriff long enough. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel as he drove toward town, and his thoughts darkened with his fears. It bothered him that his sensible, intelligent sister had been taken in by a lowlife like Smith.

      One thing Grady couldn’t tolerate was a thief. As far as he was concerned, stealing what belonged to another was about as low as a man could go. His feelings, no doubt, were influenced by what Richard had done. From the time his younger brother was an infant, he’d been spoiled and coddled by their parents. Savannah was guilty of catering to him, as well—along with everyone else. Even in high school, when Richard should have been maturing and accepting adult responsibilities, he’d made it an art form to pawn off his obligations on others. From early childhood Richard had charmed his way through life. How that boy could talk, Grady recalled cynically. He’d often watched in astonishment as Richard, so glib and smooth, managed to get out of one scrape after another. Nothing had been his fault. Someone else was always to blame. His brother had continually found ways to shift the responsibility for his failures and problems onto other people.

      Richard was a charmer, a ladies’ man and a smooth talker, but Grady had never suspected his brother was a thief. Then he’d learned the truth. After the shock of the theft had worn off, Grady had been left to face the reality of their dire financial circumstances. He’d even blamed himself. He should never have taken Richard to the Brewster bank or let him know where he kept the key to the safe-deposit box. But Grady had trusted him. And learned the hard way that it had been a mistake.

      He wasn’t willing to make a second mistake, especially not where his sister was concerned. Savannah was all the family he had left, and he wasn’t going to lose her.

      In the beginning Grady’s opinion of this outsider had been tainted by Savannah’s attitude. For the first time in more years than he could remember, she’d challenged his judgment. So Grady’s natural inclination was to dislike the man she’d favored, against his advice. But he had tolerated Laredo Smith’s presence. He’d even taken some good-natured ribbing from Wiley and Caroline Daniels about being unreasonable. Given time, he might have put the drifter on the payroll himself. As Wiley and Savannah had reminded him often enough, they needed extra help.

      He wouldn’t hire Smith now, though. Not after what he’d learned. No way in hell would he offer a job to a known thief.

      Grady had discovered everything he needed to know about Laredo Smith in his short conversation with Earl Chesterton. He wanted Smith off his land as soon as possible and as far away from Savannah as could be arranged. Frank would understand, and because the sheriff was fond of Savannah, he’d be eager to help Grady send him packing.

      His sister’s words—Don’t ruin this for me—echoed in Grady’s head, and although he believed he was making the right choice, he felt a sense of guilt. The last thing he wanted was to see Savannah hurt. He wanted to get rid of this drifter, but he had to manage it in such a way that Savannah would agree it was the only prudent course of action.

      For that he needed Frank Hennessey’s help.

      Grady considered it his duty to protect his sister. She claimed she knew everything necessary about Laredo; Grady doubted that. A thief was a thief, and if Smith had stolen once, he’d steal again. Grady strongly suspected this cowboy had tangled with the authorities on more than one occasion. That was what he intended to find out from Frank Hennessey. Faced with the raw truth, Savannah would have no qualms about sending Smith on his way.

      Grady found Frank Hennessey relaxing at his oak desk, feet propped on the edge and hat lowered over his eyes as he enjoyed a midafternoon snooze. Frank had represented the law in Promise for as long as Grady could remember, and while an able lawman, he took business in his stride.

      Grady closed the door a little harder than necessary and Frank used his index finger to lift his Stetson off his forehead just enough to let him take a peek at his visitor.

      “Howdy.” Frank greeted him lazily with the familiarity that years of friendship allowed. “What can I do for you, Grady?”

      Grady hesitated, unsure how to begin. At last he blurted, “I’ve got trouble.”

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