Big Sky Country. Linda Lael Miller

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      “Why don’t you join us for supper?” she asked Hutch.

      Kendra’s color deepened to pink.

      Uh-oh, Joslyn thought. Wrong “something.”

      “Can’t,” Hutch said, almost too quickly. “I’ve got horses to feed.”

      Curiouser and curiouser, Joslyn reflected. “Another time, then,” she said.

      “Another time,” Hutch agreed. Then, with a nod of farewell and one more glance toward the still-open gate leading to Slade’s backyard, he sighed and got into his truck. He started the engine, rolled down his window and smiled at Joslyn, though his eyes were sad. “Thanks for looking after Jasper,” he said.

      “No problem,” Joslyn answered.

      With that, he was leaving, backing up, turning around, heading down the long, glistening driveway.

      “What’s going on between you two?” Joslyn immediately asked, turning to her friend.

      Kendra’s blush had subsided by then. She followed Hutch’s rapidly disappearing truck with her eyes, looking every bit as sad as he had moments before.

      “Nothing,” she said unconvincingly.

      “Let’s open the wine,” Joslyn said, resigned.

      Kendra nodded, drummed up a smile, and the two of them walked toward the open front door of the guesthouse.

      “If Hutch came by to pick up Jasper,” Kendra ventured when they were inside and Joslyn was rummaging through a kitchen drawer for a corkscrew, “why did he leave without him?” She pulled two bottles of wine from her handbag and set them on the counter.

      Joslyn found the corkscrew and broke into an Australian Shiraz. There weren’t any wineglasses, but jelly jars would do. “It was the strangest thing,” she answered, after a few moments of struggling with the cork. “Jasper and I were out in the yard—I figured the dog would be really glad to see a familiar face, after all he’s probably been through—but all of a sudden, he just bolted for the back wall. Jasper, I mean, not Hutch.”

      Kendra smiled weakly at the clarification, accepted a jelly glass brimming with wine and waited for Joslyn to go on.

      “You didn’t tell me Slade Barlow lived next door,” Joslyn said.

      “You didn’t ask,” Kendra pointed out. “What happened next?”

      “Jasper did some kind of instant-bonding thing with Slade. I called the dog. Hutch called the dog. And the crazy critter wouldn’t move an inch. It was as if he’d belonged to Slade all along.” She paused, frowned. “He’s married, right?”

      “Jasper?” Kendra said, with a sort of melancholy smile in her eyes.

      Joslyn made a face at her.

      “Oh,” Kendra chimed, as though having some sort of revelation. “You meant Slade.”

      “Duh,” Joslyn said, filling a jelly glass for herself.

      “Divorced,” Kendra said. “He was married to this gorgeous redhead with legs up to here and one of those smiles that knock men back on their heels. She was at his side while he campaigned for Sheriff, but once he got elected, she took the little girl and boogied for the big city and the bright lights.”

      Joslyn felt strangely diminished. She was moderately attractive, she knew, but no way did she qualify as “gorgeous,” and she wasn’t going to be knocking anybody back on their heels anytime soon.

      Not that it mattered. Much.

      “They had a child?” she asked, forgetting all about the toast she’d planned to make to her and Kendra’s lasting friendship, and taking a big gulp of wine.

      “She did. The smartest kid you’ve ever seen—Layne’s a few years older than Slade, which might be one of the reasons things didn’t work out.” Kendra sniffed appreciatively. “What smells so good?”

      “Supper,” Joslyn said, immediately going on a hunt for pot holders. “And if I don’t take it out of the oven, it’s going to burn for sure.”

      Minutes later, Joslyn and Kendra were settled at the table, sharing a meal and talking about everything but Slade Barlow and Hutch Carmody.

      * * *

      SLADE WAS ABOUT as still as the dog until several moments after Joslyn Kirk disappeared through the gate in the back wall; he had to fight down the damnedest urge to go after her.

      And then what?

      He sighed and looked down at the dog who looked back up at him, eyes luminous and full of peace.

      Slade knew he resembled John Carmody—it was something he couldn’t help—but surely this wasn’t a case of mistaken identity. Dogs recognized their masters, no matter what.

      “Want some water?” he asked the animal, moving toward the sliding glass door leading in from the patio.

      Jasper trotted after him, tags jingling merrily.

      Slade got out the bowl he used for cereal, filled it from the faucet in the kitchen sink and set it down on the floor.

      Jasper drank thirstily.

      “You’ll probably be happier out at Whisper Creek,” Slade said, wondering if he’d been alone too long. After all, here he was, talking to a dog, which was the next worst thing to talking to himself.

      “There’s room to run out there,” Slade went on. “A ranch is a good place for a dog.” Or for a man who’d rather be a rancher than a sheriff, he thought.

      Mercifully, the wall phone rang just then.

      Slade grabbed for the receiver, which was mustard-yellow with a twisted chord.

      “Slade Barlow,” he said.

      “Dad?”

      Slade closed his eyes for a moment, glad his stepdaughter couldn’t see him. The word Dad always lodged in the sorest part of his heart, sharp as a sliver. “Hello, Shea,” he replied, his voice a little hoarse.

      “She’s driving me crazy!” Shea wailed. She believed in jumping right in.

      Slade looked down at the dog, saw that he’d emptied the water bowl and was gazing up at him like Oliver Twist asking for more. “I guess by ‘she,’” he replied, with a note of irony as he bent to pick up the bowl, “you mean your mother?”

      “Whatever,” Shea said. She’d been seven years old when Slade and Layne got married, and eleven when they divorced. Now she was sixteen with a driver’s license, and the thought made the backs of his eyes sting. She was changing, moment by moment, and he wasn’t there to see her grow СКАЧАТЬ