Lucy and The Lieutenant. Helen Lacey

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      She lifted the half-filled glass and took a small sip. “Thanks. Are we staying for dinner?”

      “Not me,” Brooke said. “I have a foal due within days and with this weather coming in...” She sighed and grinned. “You know how it is.”

      Yes, they all knew Brooke lived and breathed for her horses.

      “Nor me. I only have a sitter until seven thirty,” Ash replied and inclined a thumb toward Kayla. “And this one has a date.”

      Lucy’s gaze widened. “Really? With whom?”

      Kayla laughed again. “Assignments. Marking papers for the online class I’m teaching through the community college.”

      “Gosh, we’re a boring group,” Lucy said and smiled. “Just as well I have a cat to get home to.”

      “You could always ask Hot Stuff over there to take you to dinner,” Kayla suggested and laughed again.

      Lucy’s eyes popped wide. Hot Stuff? There was no mistaking who she meant. Her friend had been calling Brant that name for years, ever since Lucy had admitted she was crushing on him when she was a teenager.

      “He’s here?”

      “Yep,” Kayla replied. “Over by the bar, talking to Liam O’Sullivan.”

      Lucy looked toward Ash for confirmation. “She’s right. He was here when we arrived. Looks like he’s not too happy about it, either. I don’t think he’s cracked a smile in that time.”

      Nothing unusual about that, Lucy thought. She itched to turn around and see for herself, but didn’t want to appear obvious. But she was curious as to why he was with Liam O’Sullivan, considering the family history.

      “You know, he’s not a complete killjoy,” Brooke said about her cousin and gave a little grin. “And if you like, I could ask him for you?”

      Lucy almost spat out her sangria. “Don’t you dare,” she warned. “You know how I feel about—”

      “Yes,” Brooke assured her and chuckled. “We’ve known how you feel about him for well over a decade.”

      God, how foolish that sounded. And, if she were being completely honest with herself, a little pathetic. She certainly didn’t want friends thinking she was still pining for Brant Parker after so many years. “Well, I won’t be asking him to take me to dinner,” Lucy assured them.

      “Pity,” Kayla said and chuckled. “Because he hasn’t taken his eyes off you since you’ve been here.”

      Lucy’s cheeks heated. So, he watched her. It didn’t mean anything. She might be unkissed, untouched and naive, but she was savvy enough to know when a man wasn’t interested. Even though there were times...well, occasionally she had thought that she’d seen interest in his blue eyes. But mostly she thought it simply wishful thinking and then got on with knowing he’d never look at her in that way.

      She turned her head a little and spotted him. Handsome as ever, he was talking to Liam and she experienced the usual flutter in her belly. His dark hair, strong jaw and blue eyes never failed to affect her on a kind of primal level.

      “You’re imagining things,” she said dismissively and poured another quarter of a glass of sangria to keep her hands busy.

      “I know what I saw,” Kayla said, still smiling. “I wonder what he’s doing talking with Liam.”

      “I’m sure you’ll find out,” Lucy said with a grin.

      Kayla sighed heavily. “For the last time, I am not interested in Liam O’Sullivan.”

      Ash and Brooke both laughed. “Sure you aren’t,” Ash said.

      “We’re just working together on the gallery extension plans, that’s all,” Kayla insisted.

      Lucy was pretty sure there was more to it, but didn’t press the issue. She was more interested in knowing why Brant was consorting with his brother’s mortal enemy. But since neither things were any of her business, she concentrated on the cocktails and enjoying her friend’s company.

      Except, Brooke didn’t drop the topic. “At least he hasn’t wrecked his bike again.”

      “Not for a couple of months,” Lucy said and frowned. “He was lucky he wasn’t seriously injured,” she added with quiet emphasis.

      His last visit to the ER was his third in seven months and had landed him with a dislocated shoulder and cuts and scrapes. The first was another flip from his motorbike. The second was when he’d climbed Kegg’s Mountain and taken a tumble that also could have killed him. Why he’d risk his life so carelessly after surviving three tours of the Middle East, Lucy had no idea.

      “I guess he’s just adventurous,” Brooke said, and Lucy saw a shadow of concern in her friend’s expression. This was Brant’s cousin. Family. Brooke knew him. And clearly she was worried.

      “Maybe,” Lucy replied and smiled fractionally, eager to change the subject.

      Ash bailed at seven fifteen to get home to her eleven-year-old son, Jaye. Lucy hung out with Kayla and Brooke for another ten minutes before they all grabbed their bags and headed out. Brant had left half an hour earlier, without looking at her, without even acknowledging her presence. Kayla managed a vague wave to Liam O’Sullivan before they walked through the doors and into the cold night air.

      Lucy grabbed her coat and flipped it over her shoulders. “It’s still snowing. Weird for this time of year. Remind me again why I didn’t accept the offer to join the hospital in San Francisco?”

      “Because you don’t like California,” Kayla said, shivering. “And you said you’d miss us and this town too much.”

      “True,” Lucy said and grinned. “I’ll talk to you both over the weekend.”

      They hugged goodbye and headed in opposite directions. People were still coming into the hotel and the street out front was getting busy, so she took some time to maneuver her car from its space and drive off.

      The main street of Cedar River was typical of countless others in small towns: a mix of old and new buildings, cedar and stucco, some tenanted, some not. There were two sets of traffic lights and one main intersection. Take a left and the road headed toward Rapid City. Go right and there was Nebraska. Over three and a half thousand people called Cedar River home. It sat peacefully in the shadow of the Black Hills and was as picturesque as a scene from a postcard. She loved the town and never imagined living anywhere else. Even while she was away at college, medical school and working at the hospital in Sioux Falls for three years, her heart had always called her home.

      Up until recently the town had been two towns—Cedar Creek and Riverbend—separated by a narrow river and a bridge. But after years of negotiating, the townships had formed one larger town called Cedar River. Lucy had supported the merger... It meant more funding for the hospital and the promise of a unified, economically sound community.

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