thoughts. Much as he wanted to ignore it, he didn’t dare in case something was wrong with his grandfather. He reached in his pocket and pulled it out to check the caller ID. One look and he put it back.
By now, their dinner had arrived. He thanked the waitress without looking at her. He’d been happy until they’d come into the restaurant. Now everything felt out of kilter. They ate in silence. When he saw the waitress coming again, he asked Liz, “Do you want dessert?”
“Oh, no. That steak did it for me.”
“Then let’s get going.”
He pulled out his credit card and handed it to their server without waiting for her to talk. She’d looked as though she was about to say something, then thought the better of it. “I’ll be right back.”
A glimmer of amusement lit Liz’s eyes. “You disappointed her.”
“She’ll get over it.”
“Connor—you can’t blame a gal for trying.”
“How come you didn’t have that compassion for me when you turned me down flat in Missoula?”
A shadow broke out on her face. “That was different. I thought you were a married man, but you already know that.”
“It still hurt. We were neighbors.” He wrote the tip on the receipt the waitress had brought back with his credit card. When she left the table he pocketed it.
Liz got to her feet and put on her jacket. “Have you forgotten you were a Montague and I was the closest thing to a Capulet?”
He put his hat on. “I haven’t forgotten anything about that nightmarish situation.”
“But it’s over now.” They left the restaurant and headed for the truck. “Do you want to know something Sadie told me? It’s very sad.”
“I’m all ears.”
“When she was writing the obituary on Daniel for the paper, she said she almost wrote, ‘Ding-dong, the wicked witch is dead.’ Her own father...”
They’d reached the passenger door side. He looked down at her. “That’s tragic.”
“Isn’t it?” Her eyes had filled with sorrow. She climbed in the cab. He walked around and got behind the wheel to start the engine.
“Thank God everything came right in the end. My brother would never have come back to life otherwise. Sadie’s his whole world. Always was.” They took off and headed for the RV park, where he’d made reservations.
“All the time she was in California she was in mourning for Jarod. I think she sobbed through half our phone conversations over those years. Theirs is a great love.”
Connor supposed that if he envied his brother anything, it was that. Connor hadn’t been so lucky and had missed the mark. He and Reva had been a mismatch. He knew it as surely as he was sitting there, and nothing would ever change it. “I guess you know that since Sadie’s successful heart operation they’re trying for a baby. She doesn’t keep anything from you.”
“There are a few things, I’m sure.” Liz’s eyes closed tightly. “Oh, I hope they get pregnant soon. That nursery they built in their new house needs a little body in it.”
“I have a feeling Grandpa is going to hang on until it happens. He can’t wait!”
“I can’t, either. Mom and I are crazy about Sadie’s half brother, Ryan. Can you imagine having two little angels to squeeze and love?”
Connor had been in an emotional abyss for a long time. But looking over at the radiant face turned to him, he could imagine it and a lot of other things. Before he did something that would shock her senseless and get them in an accident he said, “Let’s go take care of our lovebirds.”
“Good idea.”
Once they’d parked for the night, she entered the trailer and grabbed two bananas. “They love these, skins and all.”
He grinned. “I prefer my Snickers.”
“I’ve found that out.”
They walked back to the end of the trailer. “I’m sure they can hear us talking,” she said before going inside. When they led the horses out of their stalls, Sunflower nibbled her with affection, causing her to laugh gently. Connor
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