Sunrise Crossing. Jodi Thomas

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      “No date. I was just driving home and saw the light. Don’t usually see you working this late. Thought something might be wrong.”

      “No,” Yancy said, “I’m just finishing up a project. I get out here working and forget about time.”

      The deputy pulled off his hat, leaned against one of the other tables and crossed his arms. He appeared to be planted there for a while. “I almost had a date a few days ago. One of the O’Grady clan. Tall and lean with the prettiest red hair you’ve ever seen. We had a lunch date.”

      “Really?” Yancy tried to act interested.

      Weathers shook his head. “I think I just wanted it to be a date. She was something, but I didn’t get any signals that she was interested in me.”

      “Why not ask her out again? Maybe you’ll grow on her.” Yancy added, “She’s still staying out at the Kirkland place.”

      Weathers laughed. “This town is way too small. How’d you know?”

      “Cap Fuller’s grandson waited on you at the window of the Dairy Queen. He told Cap you had a tall redhead with you. Anyone in this county with reddish hair is probably an O’Grady and the only one visiting is Quinn Kirkland’s niece. Kirkland told his grandmother when he visited her that she was staying with them.”

      Fifth frowned and Yancy laughed.

      “That does it,” Fifth swore. “I’m asking her out and taking her across the county line to eat. Nothing ever happens in this town that everyone doesn’t know about.” Weathers put his hat back on and headed toward the door. “By the way, this is going to be one fine house when you get it done.”

      “It keeps me busy.” The last thing Yancy wanted to do was talk about his work, but he couldn’t exactly tell the deputy to leave. Fifth was not only a lawman, but he’d become Yancy’s friend. “This is late for you to be out, Fifth. Don’t you have to be in the office by eight?”

      “Sure, but I’m working on a missing-person case. You haven’t seen a woman around? Small build. Long black hair. Midtwenties.”

      “Nope,” Yancy lied. “What’d she do?”

      “Nothing. She’s just missing. Has been since the end of January. Left her car at the bus station in Liberal. Woman matching her description bought a ticket to Santa Fe, but never made it there. Bus driver thinks she must have left the bus somewhere in Texas. He said he had a crowd riding that night and barely remembered her. Once she made the missing persons’ list, we’ve had reports of her buying a SUV in Waco and getting drunk in a bar near Amarillo. That’s what happens when someone puts out a quarter-million-dollar reward. She gets more sightings than aliens do.”

      “If it’s illegal to get off the bus, I’m a wanted man, too.” Yancy kept his voice low and even, but it bothered him that someone was offering money for her. It made her sound like an outlaw.

      What if the missing woman was his Rabbit? There were lots of small women in their twenties who had dark hair. Hundreds. Thousands in Texas.

      The deputy shook his head. “She’s not wanted, just missing. I don’t know much about her except there are a hell of a lot of people looking for her. They’re calling all the places where the bus stops, asking for information. Even got a few big-time private eyes tracking her, I’ve heard.”

      “There are dozens of bus stops in Texas.” Yancy wanted to ask more questions, but he knew Rabbit was listening.

      Weathers shoved the door open. “That’s why I’m not wasting too much time looking. If I were on that Greyhound route, this town would probably be the last place I’d climb off the bus.”

      “Maybe it was dark. The view of the water tower is better then.”

      Both men laughed as the deputy moved out into the night. “Don’t work too late, Yancy.”

      “I won’t,” he answered. He stood at the door and waved as Weathers backed out. The moon was up and the rain had stopped, leaving a shine on everything. Folks laughed about how plain the land was here in West Texas, how the wind seemed to turn everything to shades of brown, but locals saw the beauty.

      Yancy closed the barn door and threw the latch from the inside. Something he’d never done before. “You can come down, Rabbit.” He kept his voice low, knowing that she could hear him.

      She looked over the edge. “No ladder?”

      “I’ll catch you.”

      And he did.

      If he held on to her a little too long, a little too tightly, she didn’t complain.

      When he set her down, she took her time moving away. She was growing used to him being near and Yancy knew without a doubt that he was growing addicted to her.

      They worked in silence for an hour. He had a dozen questions, but he didn’t ask a one. She showed him a way to cut the poles that would become a railing along the staircase. The cuts were all different from each other, shaping the poles at various angles, and at first he thought they were mismatched. Only when she laid them out in a row he saw the pattern flowing like a wave up the stairs.

      “It reminds me of the way the wind makes the tall grass dip and flow,” she said then bit her lip as if suddenly unsure of her work. “You can change it if...”

      “I love it.” He’d never seen anything like it. The staircase seemed to move and flow as he crossed the room. “I’ll have a work of art in my house thanks to you.”

      “We’ve still got a lot of work to go before they’re sanded and stained.”

      “How’d you learn to create something so beautiful out of blocks of wood?” The question was out before he thought.

      “My dad taught me. I had a playhouse with a staircase like this.”

      Yancy smiled, glad he hadn’t upset her with his question. “I had a box in the vacant field next to our apartment once. I called it my hideout, until some homeless guy took it over.”

      They both laughed.

      When she picked up his coat as if it were now hers, he knew their night was over.

      “Sorry about crying,” she said. “And for stealing your coat, which I’ll give back as soon as the nights warm.”

      “No problem.” He moved to unlatch the door. “One thing I have to ask, Rabbit. Are you safe when you leave here?”

      She nodded. “I stay in the shadows of the trees when I walk. I have a safe hideout to live in with no homeless folks nearby.”

      “I hope it’s not made of cardboard.”

      Standing on her toes, she kissed his cheek. “It’s not. See you tomorrow night.”

      Yancy turned and let their lips touch, making the kiss more than a peck, but just short of passionate.

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