Brooding, Lonny paced the length of the barn. “I told Letty I was only staying for dinner if you were there, too.”
Chase stabbed the pitchfork into the ground. “You did what?”
“If I’m going to suffer through an entire dinner with that…that woman, I need another guy to run interference. You can’t expect me to sit across the dinner table from those two.”
“Three,” Chase corrected absently. Lonny hadn’t included Cricket.
“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Three against one. It’s more than any man can handle on his own.” He shook his head. “I love my sister, don’t get me wrong. I’m glad she decided to come home. She should’ve done it years ago…but I’m telling you, I like my life exactly as it is. Every time I turn around, Cricket’s underfoot asking me questions. I can’t even check out the news without her wanting to watch cartoons.”
“Maybe you should ask Letty to leave.” A part of Chase—a part he wasn’t proud of—prayed that Lonny would. He hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since he’d found out she was returning to Red Springs. He worked until he was ready to drop, and still his mind refused to give him the rest he craved. Instead he’d been tormented by resurrected memories he thought he’d buried years before. Like his friend, Chase had created a comfortable niche for himself and he didn’t like his peace of mind invaded by Letty Ellison.
“I can’t ask her to leave,” Lonny said in a burst of impatience. “She’s my sister!”
Chase shrugged. “Then tell her to uninvite Mary.”
“I tried that. Before I knew it, she was reminding me how much Mom enjoyed company. Then she said that since she was moving back to the community, it was only right for her to get to know the new folks in town. At the time it made perfect sense, and a few minutes later, I’d agreed to be there for that stupid dinner. But there’s only one way I’ll go through with this and that’s if you come, too.”
“Cancel the dinner, then.”
“Chase! How often do I ask you for a favor?”
Chase glared at him.
“All right, that kind of favor!”
“I’m sorry, Lonny, but I won’t have anything to do with Mary Brandon.”
Lonny was quiet for so long that Chase finally turned to meet his narrowed gaze. “Is it Mary or Letty who bothers you?” his friend asked.
Chase tightened his fingers around the pitchfork. “Doesn’t matter, because I won’t be there.”
Letty took an afternoon nap with Cricket, hoping her explanation wouldn’t raise Lonny’s suspicions. She’d told him she was suffering from the lingering effects of jet lag.
First thing Monday morning, she planned to contact the state social services office. She couldn’t put it off any longer. Each day she seemed to grow weaker and tired more easily. The thought of dealing with the state agency filled her with apprehension; accepting charity went against everything in her, but the cost of the surgery was prohibitive. Letty, who’d once been so proud, was forced to accept the generosity of the taxpayers of Wyoming.
Cricket stirred beside her in the bed as Letty drifted into an uneasy sleep. When she awoke, she noticed Cricket’s yellow blanket draped haphazardly over her shoulders. Her daughter was gone.
Yawning, she went downstairs to discover Cricket sitting in front of the television. “Uncle Lonny says he doesn’t want dinner tonight.”
“That’s tomorrow night,” Lonny shouted from the kitchen. “Chase and I won’t be there.”
Letty’s shoulders sagged with defeat. She didn’t understand how one man could be so stubborn. “Why not?”
“Chase flat out refuses to come and I have no intention of sticking around just to cut up a piece of meat for you.”
Letty poured herself a cup of coffee. The fact that Chase wouldn’t be there shouldn’t come as any big shock, but it did, accompanied by a curious pain.
Scowling, she sat down at the square table, bracing her elbows on it. Until that moment, she hadn’t realized how much she wanted to settle the past with Chase. She needed to do it before the surgery.
“I said Chase wasn’t coming,” Lonny told her a second time.
“I heard you—it’s all right,” she replied, doing her best to reassure her brother with an easy smile that belied the emotion churning inside her. It’d been a mistake to invite Mary Brandon to dinner without consulting Lonny first. In her enthusiasm, Letty had seen the other woman as a gift that had practically fallen into her lap. How was she to know her brother disliked Mary so passionately?
Lonny tensed. “What do you mean, ‘all right’? I don’t like the look you’ve got in your eye.”
Letty dropped her gaze. “I mean it’s perfectly fine if you prefer not to be here tomorrow night for dinner. I thought it might be a way of getting to know some new people in town, but I should’ve cleared it with you first.”
“Yes, you should have.”
“Mary seems nice enough,” Letty commented, trying once more.
“So did the snake in the Garden of Eden.”
Letty chuckled. “Honestly, Lonny, anyone would think you’re afraid of the woman.”
“This one’s got moves that would be the envy of a world heavyweight champion.”
“Obviously she hasn’t used them, because she’s single.”
“Oh, no, she’s too smart for that,” Lonny countered, gesturing with his hands. “She’s been saving them up, just for me.”
“Oh, Lonny, you’re beginning to sound paranoid, but don’t worry, I understand. What kind of sister would I be if I insisted you eat Mama’s prime rib dinner with the likes of Mary Brandon?”
Lonny’s head shot up. “You’re cooking Mom’s recipe for prime rib?”
She hated to be so manipulative, but if Lonny were to give Mary half a chance, he might change his mind. “You don’t mind if I use some of the meat in the freezer, do you?”
“No,” he said, and swallowed. “I suppose there’ll be plenty of leftovers?”
Letty shrugged. “I can’t say, since I’m thawing out a small roast. I hope you understand.”
“Sure,” Lonny muttered, frowning.
Apparently he understood all too well, because an hour later, her brother announced he probably would be around for dinner the following night, after all.
Monday morning Letty rose early. The coffee had perked and bacon was sizzling in the skillet when Lonny wandered into the kitchen.
“Morning,” he said.
“Morning,” she returned cheerfully.
Lonny poured himself a cup of coffee and headed for the door, pausing just before he opened it. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
At the sound of a pickup pulling into the yard, Letty glanced out the kitchen window. Her heart sped up at the sight of Chase climbing out of the cab. It was as if those nine years had been wiped away and he’d come for her the way he used to when she was a teenager. He wore jeans and a shirt with a well-worn leather vest. His dark hair curled crisply at his sun-bronzed nape and he needed a haircut. In him, Letty recognized strength and masculinity.
He entered the kitchen without knocking and stopped short when he saw her. “Letty,” he said, sounding shocked.
“Good morning, Chase,” she greeted him simply. Unwilling to see the bitterness in his gaze, she didn’t look up from the stove. “Lonny’s stepped outside for a moment. Pour yourself a cup of coffee.”
“No, thanks.” Already he’d turned back to the door.
“Chase.” Her heart was pounding so hard it felt as though it might leap into her throat. The sooner she cleared the air between them, the better. “Do you have a minute?”
“Not really.”
Ignoring his words, she removed the pan from the burner. “At some point in everyone’s life—”
“I said I didn’t have time, Letty.”
“But—”
“If you’re figuring to give me some line about how life’s done you wrong and how sorry you are about the past, save your breath, because I don’t n
eed to hear it.”
“Maybe you don’t,” she said gently, “but I need to say it.”
“Then do it in front of a mirror.”
“Chase, you’re my brother’s best friend. It isn’t as if we can ignore each other. It’s too uncomfortable to pretend nothing’s wrong.”
“As far as I’m concerned nothing is wrong.”
“But—”
“Save your breath, Letty,” he said again.
Three
“M r. Chase,” Cricket called excitedly from the foot of the stairs. “You’re here!”
Letty turned back to the stove, fighting down anger and indignation. Chase wouldn’t so much as listen to her. Fine. If he wanted to pretend there was nothing wrong, then she would give an award-winning performance herself. He wasn’t the only one who could be this childish.
The back door opened and Lonny blithely stepped into the kitchen. “You’re early, aren’t you?” he asked Chase as he refilled his coffee cup.
“No,” Chase snapped impatiently. The look he shot Letty said he wouldn’t have come in the house at all if he’d known she was up.
Lonny paid no attention to the censure in his neighbor’s voice. He pulled out a chair and sat down. “I’m not ready to leave yet. Letty’s cooking breakfast.”
“Mr. Chase, Mr. Chase, did you bring your horsey?”
“It’s Mr. Brown,” Letty corrected as she brought two plates to the table. Lonny immediately dug into his bacon-and-egg breakfast, but Chase ignored the meal—as though eating anything Letty had made might poison him.
“Answer her,” Lonny muttered between bites. “Otherwise she’ll drive you nuts.”
“I drove my truck over,” Chase told Cricket.
“Do you ever bring your horsey to Uncle Lonny’s?”
“Sometimes.”
“Are you a cowboy?”
“I suppose.”
“Wyoming’s the Cowboy State,” Letty told her daughter.
“Does that mean everyone who lives here has to be a cowboy?”
“Not exactly.”
“But close,” Lonny said with a grin.
Cricket climbed onto the chair next to Chase’s and dragged her yellow blanket with her. She set her elbows on the table and cupped her face in her hands. “Aren’t you going to eat?” she asked, studying him intently.
“I had breakfast,” he said, pushing the plate toward her.
Cricket didn’t need to be asked twice. Kneeling on the chair, she reached across Chase and grabbed his fork. She smiled up at him, her eyes sparkling.
Letty joined the others at the table. Lately her appetite hadn’t been good, but she forced herself to eat a piece of toast.
The atmosphere was strained. Letty tried to avoid looking in Chase’s direction, but it was impossible to ignore the man. He turned toward her unexpectedly, catching her look and holding it. His eyes were dark and intense. Caught off guard, Letty blushed.
Chase’s gaze darted from her eyes to her mouth and stayed there. She longed to turn primly away from him with a shrug of indifference, but she couldn’t. Years ago, Letty had loved staring into Chase’s eyes. He had the most soulful eyes of any man she’d ever known. She was trapped in the memory of how it used to be with them. At one time, she’d been able to read loving messages in his eyes. But they were cold now, filled with angry sparks that flared briefly before he glanced away.
What little appetite Letty had was gone, and she put her toast back on the plate and shoved it aside. “Would it be all right if I took the truck this morning?” she asked her brother, surprised by the quaver in her voice. She wished she could ignore Chase altogether, but that was impossible. He refused to deal with the past and she couldn’t make him talk to her. As far as Letty could tell, he preferred to simply overlook her presence. Only he seemed to find that as difficult as she found ignoring him. That went a long way toward raising her spirits.
“Where are you going?”
“I thought I’d do a little shopping for dinner tonight.” It was true, but only half the reason she needed his truck. She had to drive to Rock Springs, which was fifty miles west of Red Springs, so she could talk to the social services people there about her eligibility for Medicaid.
“That’s right—Mary Brandon’s coming to dinner, isn’t she?” Lonny asked, evidently disturbed by the thought.
It was a mistake to have mentioned the evening meal, because her brother frowned the instant he said Mary’s name. “I suppose I won’t be needing the truck,” he said, scowling.
“I appreciate it. Thanks,” Letty said brightly.
Her brother shrugged.
“Are you coming to dinner with Mommy’s friend?” Cricket asked Chase.
“No,” he said brusquely.
“How come?”
“Because he’s smart, that’s why,” Lonny answered, then stood abruptly. He reached for his hat, settled it on his head and didn’t look back.
Within seconds, both men were gone.
“You’ll need to complete these forms,” the woman behind the desk told Letty, handing her several sheets.
The intake clerk looked frazzled and overburdened. It was well past noon, and Letty guessed the woman hadn’t had a coffee break all morning and was probably late for her lunch. The clerk briefly read over the letter from the physician Letty had been seeing in California, and made a copy of it to attach to Letty’s file.
“Once you’re done with those forms, please bring them back to me,” she said.
“Of course,” Letty told her.
Bored, Cricket had slipped her arms around her mother’s waist and was pressing her head against Letty’s stomach.
“If you have any questions, feel free to ask,” the worker said.
“None right now. Thank you for all your help.” Letty stood, Cricket still holding on.
For the first time since Letty had entered the government office, the young woman smiled.
Letty took the sheets and sat at a table in a large lobby. One by one, she answered the myriad questions. Before she’d be eligible for Wyoming’s medical assistance program, she’d have to be accepted into the Supplemental Security Income program offered through the federal government. It was a humiliating fact of life, but proud, independent Letty Ellison was about to go on welfare.
Tears blurred her eyes as she filled in the first sheet. She stopped long enough to wipe them away before they spilled onto the papers. She had no idea what she’d tell Lonny once the government checks started arriving. Especially since he seemed so confident he could find her some kind of employment in town.
“When can we leave?” Cricket said, close to her mother’s ear.
“Soon.” Letty was writing as fast as she could, eager to escape, too.
“I don’t like it here,” Cricket whispered.
“I don’t, either,” Letty whispered back. But she was grateful the service existed; otherwise she didn’t know what she would’ve done.
Cricket fell asleep in the truck during the hour’s drive home. Letty was thankful for the silence because it gave her a chance to think through the immediate problems that faced her. She could no longer delay seeing a physician, and eventually she’d have to tell Lonny about her heart condition. She hadn’t intended to keep it a secret, but there was no need to worry him until everything was settled with the Medicaid people. Once she’d completed all the paperwork, been examined by a variety of knowledgeable doctors so they could tell her what she already knew, then she’d be free to explain the situation to Lonny.
Until then, she would keep this problem to herself.
* * *
“Letty!” Lonny cried from the top of the stairs. “Do I have to dress for dinner?”
“Please,” she answered sweetly, basting the rib roast before sliding it back in the oven for a few more minutes.
“A tie, too?” he asked without enthusiasm.
“A nice sweater would do.”
“I don’t own a ‘nice’ sweater,” he shou
ted back.
A couple of muffled curses followed, but Letty chose to ignore them. At least she knew what to get her brother next Christmas.
Lonny had been in a bad temper from the minute he’d walked in the door an hour earlier, and Letty could see that this evening was headed for disaster.
“Mommy!” Cricket’s pigtails were flying as she raced into the kitchen. “Your friend’s here.”
“Oh.” Letty quickly removed the oven mitt and glanced at her watch. Mary was a good ten minutes early and Letty needed every second of that time. The table wasn’t set, and the roast was still in the oven.
“Mary, it’s good to see you.” Letty greeted her with a smile as she rushed into the living room.
Mary walked into the Ellison home, her eyes curious as she examined the living room furniture. “It’s good to be here. I brought some fresh-baked rolls for Lonny.”
“How thoughtful.” Letty moved into the center of the room. “I’m running a little behind, so if you’ll excuse me for a minute?”
“Of course.”
“Make yourself comfortable,” Letty called over her shoulder as she hurried back to the kitchen. She looked around, wondering which task to finish first. After she’d returned from Rock Springs that afternoon and done the shopping, she’d taken a nap with Cricket. Now she regretted having wasted that time. The whole meal felt so disorganized and with Lonny’s attitude, well—
“This is a lovely watercolor in here,” Mary called in to her. “Who painted it?”
“My mother. She was an artist,” Letty answered, taking the salad out of the refrigerator. She grabbed silverware and napkins on her way into the dining room. “Cricket, would you set the table for me?”
“Okay,” the youngster agreed willingly.
Mary stood in the room, hands behind her back as she studied the painting of a lush field of wildflowers. “Your mother certainly had an eye for color, didn’t she?”
“Mom was very talented,” Letty replied wistfully.