The Husband She Can't Forget. Patricia Forsythe

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      She spotted a small, dark figure ahead and slammed on the brakes.

      “Whoa.” Luke shot his hand out to steady himself against the dashboard. “What is it, Carly?”

      She put the truck in Park, hit the hazard lights and vaulted from the cab—or would have if she hadn’t become tangled in her full skirt. With a sound of annoyance, she tugged it out of the way and jumped out.

      “I’ll be right back,” she called over her shoulder as she slammed the door.

      * * *

      LUKE STEPPED OUT as Carly darted up the road. Several yards in front of the truck, she stooped to pick something up. When she turned, he saw it was a turtle. Holding it with a hand on each side of the shell, she hurried across the road and carefully set the reptile down in the bar ditch. She watched it for a minute, then nodded. She turned back to the truck but stopped suddenly when she saw that he was only a few feet behind her.

      He pointed to the turtle, which was slowly climbing out of the ditch to make his way across the field.

      “What was that all about?”

      “Saving a life,” she answered breezily. “Come on.”

      He paused and stared after her, but when it looked like she wasn’t going to offer any further explanation—or wait for him—he hurried after her, swinging into the truck as she started to roll.

      Luke fastened his seat belt and was on the verge of asking about the turtle when she stopped again. This time, though, there were two turtles. When she said, “Help me,” he followed, snatching up one of the creatures at the moment a car zipped past, causing him to stumble back. Recovering his balance and giving the driver an annoyed look, he followed her to the bar ditch, but this time to the opposite side from where she’d carried the last one.

      The turtle craned its head from one side to another as it opened and closed its mouth. Looking at Carly, Luke asked, “Are you on a one-woman turtle rescue crusade?”

      “Yes, but they’re actually tortoises. The one you’re carrying is called a snapping turtle, but it’s a tortoise.”

      He set it down hastily. “Can’t they get across the road by themselves? They seemed to be doing okay.”

      “Did you see how fast that car was going?” she asked with an indignant wave of her hand. “These tortoises can’t move fast enough to get across the road before being hit by a maniac like that. Every year at this time it’s the same thing—tortoises are moving around, crossing the road, and many of them get run over. It makes me sick. I think some people deliberately aim for them.” She paused and stood, watching the two animals.

      “What are you waiting for?”

      “Making sure they’re heading away from the road, not back onto it.”

      She stood with her hands on her hips, bending slightly to watch the rescues inch out of the ditch and into the field beside it. He suspected that if Carly had more time, and had been wearing something other than a skirt and dressy sandals, she would have climbed through the split-rail cedar fence and carried them much farther away from the asphalt.

      That was one thing that hadn’t changed. Carly wanted to see things set right. Her friend Gemma had been the one who had rescued animals, but Carly had helped find them homes and then gone back to check to make sure the animals were well cared for.

      He remembered how she would become enraged over some injustice she’d seen on the local news and talk about ways to solve the issue. He also never forgot how she’d turned heads when they were out together. Her striking looks drew other men’s attention like magnets swinging toward true north. He’d felt extremely proud and intensely jealous. His comeuppance had come with a vengeance when they’d split up and he’d been stopped cold any time he’d seen a tall, black-haired woman with a loose-hipped walk striding down the street. He’d almost followed a couple of them, thinking it was Carly, knowing he wouldn’t so much as say hello. Of course, it never had been her. Gemma and Lisa had swept her back home to Reston so she could recover and escape the misery he’d caused. Eventually he’d had to leave Dallas because the memories were so hard and his pining for her so sharp.

      Looking at her now, gazing intently at two tortoises who didn’t know how to keep themselves safe, he experienced echoes of that hunger. When they’d met, she had been as clueless about self-protection as those tortoises. At twenty-one, he’d been cocky, chasing adventures and experiences, determined to get what he’d wanted, and as soon as he’d seen Carly, she was what he wanted.

      It hadn’t been until years later, working on a construction project in Venezuela, that he’d finally acknowledged that his frenetic thirst for escapades had been nothing more than an attempt to outrun his grief over the unexpected death of his mother when he was eighteen. He’d done the same thing after the miscarriage of their child and the end of their short marriage.

      The realization had come between one hammer blow on a nail head and the next. He’d collapsed onto the ground so suddenly and completely, a fellow carpenter had come running, thinking he’d been injured.

      But instead he’d taken the first step toward dealing with his grief for his mom, his child, and for the way he’d screwed up with Carly.

      Now he was back. They had both moved on with their lives, but he felt he owed her something. An apology? The ones he’d offered years ago had never really plumbed the depths of his regret. Reparations, which he knew she’d never accept? A child? Impossible. He couldn’t turn back time.

      Finally satisfied with the reptiles’ progress, Carly waved him toward the truck, snapping him out of his solemn reverie.

      “Let’s go,” she commanded. “I’ve got a delivery to make.”

      Luke grinned as he shook his head. “Then maybe you’d better put the tortoise rescues on hold. We’re still about twenty minutes from Toncaville, aren’t we?”

      She answered with a stern look that made him laugh even more as she started the truck and pulled onto the highway once again. “Well, maybe we won’t see any more.”

      “Maybe.”

      They stopped three more times, but Luke jumped out while she was still rolling and moved the endangered tortoise out of the way. By the time they reached the Toncaville city limits, they had their routine down to about two minutes per stop.

      “So, I’m guessing we’ll be doing the same thing on the way back home,” he said, watching her face.

      “Absolutely.” She smiled at him. “Thanks, Luke. I’ve hardly ever had help with this before, except when Lisa or Gemma is riding with me. Mostly, my garden helpers will assist in the rescues, but if they’re afraid of being seen by their friends, they’ll laugh at me and wait while I finish running back and forth across the highway.”

      “You’re welcome. Say, I haven’t had lunch yet. How about you?”

      “No. I was going to grab something here in town.”

      “Why don’t you let me buy you lunch?” he asked as she pulled into the parking lot at СКАЧАТЬ