Texas On My Mind. Delores Fossen

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      “What would you do?” she asked.

      “I wouldn’t marry him, but then I’m straight.” He flashed her a smile that had her rolling her eyes. Riley waited until the eye roll was done before he continued. And here was the six-million-dollar question. “Do you love him?”

      “Some.” She screwed up her face and shook her head. “I know, I know. Livvy said I shouldn’t grade love...or sex on a curve.”

      Livvy was obviously a font of wisdom. “You shouldn’t.” And, no, that didn’t have anything to do with Daniel himself. Or Claire. “Why would you have to grade sex on a curve anyway?”

      “Clearly, you’ve never had mediocre sex. But then you’re a guy. Lucky told me once that for guys, no sex is actually bad. Some times are just better than others.”

      Riley was sure he screwed up his face, too. “When the hell did my brother tell you that?”

      “Oh, I guess I was about nineteen or so and home from college. We ran into each other at Calhoun’s Pub.” She dismissed it with the flip of her hand.

      Riley sure as heck didn’t dismiss it, and the next time he saw his brother, he’d rip off Lucky’s ears—maybe his dick, too.

      Sheez. Was nothing sacred with Lucky? Because his brother had obviously been hitting on Claire if he’d broached the subject of sex with her. Of course, Lucky hit on every woman within breathing range, but even Lucky should have had enough brain cells to know that Claire was off-limits.

      And Riley really didn’t want to think about why Lucky would know that. He just would.

      Claire thankfully missed his little mental implosion because she groaned, scrubbed her hand over her face. “What am I going to do, Riley? There are only three days left on Daniel’s or else deadline.”

      Shoot, he might rip off Daniel’s dick, too. “I should probably stay quiet on the subject, but why would you let him give you an ultimatum like that, especially when you only love him some?”

      Claire’s attention drifted to Ethan who was now using Crazy Dog’s back as a track for two toy cars.

      Oh.

      Claire’s drifted attention gave Riley a reminder that he’d been trying to forget. That Daniel was almost certainly Ethan’s father.

      Well, shit.

      That explained Daniel’s ultimatum. If Ethan was Riley’s kid, he would have wanted to raise him, too. He was an all right kid. Creative, too, since he used the folds on Crazy Dog’s neck to hide one of the cars, and Ethan was doing it gently enough so that Riley knew the boy cared.

      “I’ve been with Daniel a long time,” she finally said. “It feels a little like an investment, you know?”

      Riley didn’t have a clue, and that only riled him even more, but he nodded anyway.

      “Sometimes, I just think...” She paused. “Well, sometimes I wonder if my slogan is just a pile of sugar.”

      All right, he really, really didn’t have a clue. “Huh?”

      “I say sugar instead of shit because I don’t want Ethan to curse,” she clarified in a whisper. “And I meant my sugary slogan—Making Fantasies Come True. That’s the slogan Livvy and I picked for our business, but...”

      “Daniel’s not doing it for you, fantasy-wise?” Oh, he so should have given that some thought before it came out of his mouth. Too bad the new pain meds hadn’t made him comatose instead of just dizzy and drowsy.

      A teeny-tiny smile crossed her lips and then vanished. “Do you really want to talk about me and Daniel having sex?”

      Yeah, right after he slid down a mile-long stretch of razor blades. Riley hoped his silence, and possibly his wincing, let her know that it was not something on the discussion table.

      “Are you sleeping better?” she asked.

      Not exactly a safe subject, but they were running out of topics here. “Some.”

      And that led him to something else he’d been thinking about lately. He tipped his head to the flowers she’d brought. “How did you deal with the memories of what happened to my mom and dad?”

      Claire gave him a long look. “I don’t have a lot of memories. It’s more like little bits and pieces, you know?”

      This time, he did know, but bits and pieces could still come together for an ugly picture.

      “And the bits and pieces aren’t all of the accident itself. Your father told a joke,” Claire went on. “Your mother laughed. Then the crash happened.”

      He knew all of that. It’d been a knock-knock joke.

      His dad: Knock knock.

      His mom: Who’s there?

      Dad: Boo

      Mom: Boo who?

      Dad: Ah, don’t cry, honey.

      Riley hadn’t been there, but Claire had filled him in over the years. Those last moments of their lives were as clear in his head as if he had witnessed every second of it. Heck. He wished he had. Then he could have had the chance to say goodbye.

      He looked at her, hoping that her eyes weren’t burning like his. Because if Claire lost it, Riley would have to pull her into his arms. It wasn’t a good time for that to happen. Not with all this nervous energy zinging between them.

      But no tears. She smiled when she glanced at the roses.

      “You have nightmares about it?” he asked her.

      She drew in a long breath. “Not very often. Why are you asking? Are you having a lot of nightmares? Is that what was happening when I woke you?” Thankfully, she didn’t wait for him to answer. Or for him to flub around with an explanation. “Because what helped me was a picture of you.”

      Riley had to go back through that to make sure he’d heard her right. “Me?”

      She nodded. “You just seemed to be holding things together a lot better than I was. So when I’d have bad dreams and sad thoughts, I’d look at your picture in the yearbook—the one with you in your football uniform—and I’d remind myself that if you could do it, then so could I.”

      He definitely hadn’t been holding it together. But Logan had. He’d swooped in and taken care of all the funeral arrangements, the business stuff. Even Anna. Riley had put on a front, but it was just that—a front. It’d been good practice, though, for the front he was putting on now.

      “I still look at your picture sometimes,” she went on. “Because every now and then the dreams come back.”

      “And looking at my picture actually helps?” Riley wished he hadn’t sounded so astonished, but he was.

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