From Fortune To Family Man. Judy Duarte

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      “Your car seat is already in our car,” Sandra said. “It’ll be easier if you ride with us.”

      Sam placed a hand on Kieran’s shoulder. “You’re coming home with us, aren’t you, son?”

      “Yes, of course. I’ll meet you there.” Kieran brushed a kiss on the little girl’s cheek then passed her to her grandparents.

      As Sam, Sandra and Rosie walked away from the graveside, Kieran remained a little longer so he could say a final goodbye to his best friend.

      The monarch butterfly was still fluttering about. When it landed on top of the spray of red and white carnations covering the casket, he glanced to his right, where Dana continued to stand.

      “Are you going to the Lawsons’ house?” he asked.

      “Yes, I promised them I’d be there.”

      It wasn’t a surprise that Sandra and Sam wanted—or needed—to hang on to everyone and everything that reminded them of Zach.

      “How’ve you been?” Kieran asked. “Are you holding up okay?”

      Dana turned and caught his eye, a slight smile chasing the grief from her face. “I’m doing all right. After the last two weeks...well, that was tough.”

      To say the least.

      “I feel so bad for Rosie,” she added.

      “So do I.”

      “At least she and Zach had been living with Sam and Sandra. That should help her adjust to not having her daddy anymore.”

      Kieran sure hoped Dana was right. Again he studied the redhead, noting a simple, wholesome beauty he’d missed seeing before. She’d implied that she was adjusting to her own loss, but he wondered if that was really true or the kind of thing people said when they struggled for the right words.

      “Sandra mentioned that you’d been at the ranch with them earlier today,” he said.

      “I went to help some of the ladies from her Bible study prepare food for after the service.”

      “Do you need a ride back?”

      “No, I have my car.” She nodded toward a white Honda Civic parked about ten feet from his black Mercedes. It wasn’t a fancy car or the latest model, but it was clean and recently polished, the wheel rims shiny.

      Funny what things a guy noticed at times like these.

      “Then I’ll see you back at the house,” Kieran said.

      Dana smiled—not a smile that was joyful and happy, but one that was filled with compassion.

      Was that what Zach had seen in her?

      Actually, standing there with her now, the afternoon sun casting a glow on those auburn strands of hair, Kieran noted that she had a natural beauty that was almost alluring. But he shook off the inappropriate assessment as quickly as it awakened. Dana had been Zach’s girlfriend, and even though he was gone now, Kieran wasn’t about to overstep the bounds of male brotherhood.

      As he got into his car, he made up his mind to do whatever he could to help the Lawsons move on with their lives.

      Growing up in the Robinson family, Kieran had learned that money could fix just about anything. But all the gold in Fort Knox wasn’t going to make things better or easier for him. Not when so many different feelings were in play and he’d always made it a point to avoid any touchy-feely stuff.

      Still, while he might fall miserably short in his attempt to offer Zach’s family his emotional support, he’d do his best.

      He owed his best friend that much.

      * * *

      Dana had managed to hold back her tears during the funeral. But once she climbed into her car, her eyes welled.

      She reached into the pocket of her skirt, pulled out the wadded tissue she’d stashed there earlier and blotted her tears.

      Would she make it through the day without breaking down? She certainly hoped so. She wanted to stay strong for Sam and Sandra.

      How are you holding up? Kieran had asked just minutes before. It seemed to be a regular question she’d been faced with...at school, at work and, most recently, at the Leaning L while she’d helped the church women prepare the food for today.

      She really didn’t blame people for assuming she’d been devastated by Zach’s loss. She mourned him, of course, but she wasn’t the grieving fiancée they thought her to be. They’d dated six months, but in fact, she wasn’t sure she’d even been his girlfriend. She’d certainly found him attractive, and she’d adored his sense of humor. But it was his family life that had appealed to her the most. That was the reason she’d continued to date Zach after she realized he wasn’t Mr. Right. She suspected Zach had known it, too.

      His parents had created a warm, loving home on the Leaning L, and they’d always made her feel welcome. In addition, she adored Rosie, Zach’s sweet, precocious daughter. Since her mother had signed over full custody to Zach right after birth, that pretty much made Rosie an orphan, just like Dana was.

      When Dana was twelve, she’d lost her parents in an accident. Without anyone who was either willing or able to step up and take her in, she’d gone into foster care.

      Fortunately, Rosie wouldn’t have to worry about that. The Lawsons had always been a big part of her life, so it wasn’t like she’d be completely uprooted and shipped off to another home to live with people she didn’t know. Dana took great comfort in that.

      When she arrived at the Leaning L, she parked next to Kieran’s Mercedes. It was only natural that he’d be invited back to the Lawsons’ house. He and Zach had been the best of friends, even though the two men had been so dissimilar—and not just when it came to the clothes they wore, the music they liked or the social circles in which they ran.

      Still, they’d been very close.

      Much closer than Dana and Zach had ever been.

      Before Dana could climb the wooden porch steps and let herself in, Kieran swung open the front door as if he’d been waiting just for her. Then again, she’d been right behind him.

      “Come on in.” He stepped aside so she could enter the small, cozy house that had always reminded her of the kind of place a ranching family might have lived in during the 1950s, with its rough-hewn paneling, the overstuffed, floral furniture with crocheted doilies over the armrests and a rag rug on the floor. It was all very Norman Rockwell. The only thing missing was a big, boxy television with a small black-and-white screen.

      Maybe that was another reason she liked this house—well, the vintage feel as well as the warm welcome she’d always received.

      As she crossed the threshold, she caught a whiff of Kieran’s cologne, something musky and woodsy, reminding her of a lazy summer day in the mountains. Something undoubtedly expensive and sold at only the finest stores in Austin.

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