Sara Orwig - Lone Star Legacy

Caroline studied her intently and then nodded her head. “Will you show me where you’ll live?”

“Yes, I will. You can come this week and help me arrange my things. How’s that?”

Caroline thought for a few long seconds. “I want to do that.”

“All right. I’ll ask your uncle,” Ava replied. “Now a smile.”

Caroline smiled and Ava hugged her again, feeling torn in two.

She had fallen in love with two Delaneys—Will and Caroline. She didn’t want to move away from either of them. She loved them both, and she hurt. As much as she loved them, she couldn’t possibly settle for an affair with no sense of a future. Will would eventually end it. It would be devastating to watch him walk out and later see him going out with someone else.

Ava hugged Caroline lightly again and wiped her eyes swiftly. Caroline scooped up Muffy and returned to where she had been sitting on the floor, with the little brown bear beside her.

When Rosalyn arrived, Ava left, driving to her condo. Silence overwhelmed her in the empty place and she longed to be back at Will’s mansion with Will and Caroline. This empty condo was going to get more empty and lonesome by the day, because she missed them terribly and didn’t want to move away. She leaned against a blank wall and cried. This wasn’t what she wanted in the least.

Two weeks later, on the last Friday in July, Will prepared for the reading of his father’s will, dressing in his charcoal suit with a tailor-made white shirt. As he moved around, his gold cuff links glinted in his French cuffs. His mind should be on the reading, seeing his mother and dealing with Lauren’s lawyer, but he couldn’t stop thinking about Ava.

He hated that she lived elsewhere. She filled most of his waking hours to the point of distraction. She had not shown him her condo yet, and he tried to keep her at his home every night. He had to admit Caroline was doing all right, but that was because Ava stayed until Caroline went to bed a lot of nights.

He knew Ava still kept some things in her suite at his place for Caroline’s benefit.

“Damnit,” he swore while trying to get his tie just right. He missed Ava far more than he had expected to, something that surprised him. They had barely had much intimate time together, hardly what anyone would call an affair. He should not give her moving a thought. Instead, he missed her—more than missed her, he hated having her gone. He had never missed anyone before. Usually, he was all right with the parting, but then he was usually the one who walked out of the relationship. With Ava it was so different. He missed their long talks, the companionship with someone who cared about Caroline and understood Caroline’s problems and her development. Ava seemed as happy as he and his brothers had been over Caroline’s blossoming. And making love with Ava—it had been the best he had ever known.

He gritted his teeth and tried to concentrate on his tie and forget Ava, but he couldn’t. She would not have an affair—which left marriage. Something he had always planned to avoid because of his parents’ marriage and his brother’s. Yet Ava was not materialistic the way Lauren had been, nor was she as socially driven and vain as his mother. Maybe he should not base his own life on his dad’s and his brother’s.

Was he in love enough for a total commitment?

He yanked the tie free to start all over. He saw Ava about half as much as before. They swam with Caroline, ate dinner with her. The difference was he wasn’t alone with Ava. She always had Caroline with her. This was the end of July; in a few short weeks, her job would be over and now, thanks to him, she was financially independent. She would go out of their lives. He needed to talk to her about how that would affect Caroline. And he didn’t want her to leave, either.

Finally dressed and ready, he headed to Caroline’s room. When he stepped inside, Ava sat on the floor with the girl. Ava’s hair was caught behind her head in a clip and she wore a simple sundress and sandals. He ached to go pick her up, carry her back to his room and peel her out of the dress.

Desire burned and he clenched his fist, trying to think of something else. Muffy ran up to greet him and he gave the dog a perfunctory pat. “Good morning,” he said, his voice deeper, with a husky note he couldn’t keep out.

Caroline smiled at him. “We’re playing a game before we read.”

Ava smiled. She looked cool, remote and he wondered if she was happy living away from his place.

“You look very nice,” she said. “Are you on your way to the attorney’s?”

“Yes. Zach and Ryan will come back with me and stay tonight. Garrett will join us for dinner. And Caroline can read for them. If you want to,” he added and she smiled and nodded.

“Good girl.” He walked over to pick her up, swinging her up in his arms and kissing her cheek. “You look very pretty this morning in your pink shirt and shorts. Muffy’s pink collar just matches.”

“Muffy had a bath yesterday and she smells good,” Caroline said.

“Good. I’m not picking up Muffy in my dark suit, though.”

Caroline laughed and he set her down, looking at Ava and meeting her gaze. Desire flared in her green eyes and his heart missed a beat. She was not as cool and remote as she appeared. His pulse speeded. “Will you stay for dinner with us and meet Ryan? He wants to meet you because of your work here.”

“Yes, thank you,” she said.

“Great,” he said. “I’ll leave you two to your fun. I’ll be home with the guys as soon as we can get loose.”

He left, his pulse beating faster. She still responded to him. Moving out hadn’t changed much except to make her less accessible. How could he get her back? And keep her here when summer ended? He wanted her back because he could see desire in her green eyes and she was as responsive as ever to him. She should try an affair—for all either one of them knew, it might lead to a long-term commitment. Affairs didn’t have to be short.

He swore under his breath. Reasonable or not, he wanted her back in his house and in his bed at night. He missed her in too many ways. He missed holding and kissing her. He missed talking to her. He missed her teasing and laughter. Her concern for Caroline.

“Damnit, Ava,” he said in his empty car, “come back home to me.”

At twenty minutes before two, Will reached the attorney’s office. He was greeted by the receptionist and shown to a room where he could wait. In minutes both Zach and Ryan arrived. He shook hands first with Zach and then turned to his youngest brother, whose dark looks most resembled his own.

“It’s good to see you both. The others should arrive anytime now.”

“I saw a limo pulling up as we walked into the building,” Zach said.

“It could be Mom or it could be Lauren,” Ryan added.

“It’s probably Mom,” Will said.

Zach studied Will. “What the hell’s happened to you, Will? Business deal gone sour?”

“Not at all. What are you talking about?”

“You look like hell,” he said, and Ryan laughed.

“He’s kind of right,” Ryan said, tilting his head to look at his older brother.

“I’m fine, and thanks for the notice that I look like hell.”

Zach continued to stare at Will. “How’s the teacher doing?”

“Fine. She’ll be there tonight for dinner.”

“She lives there, this summer, doesn’t she?” Ryan asked.

“She did. She’s there all day. She has a nearby condo.”

“Since when? She was living there the last I heard,” Zach said, still studying his brother.

“Since a few weeks ago,” Will said, tiring of the stares and questions. “End of subject.”

“I’ll be damned,” Zach said. “When I was at your house, I recall you telling me about flying her to dinner on your yacht.”