Peggy Moreland - Lone Star Kind Of Man

“You’re divorced?” Harley asked in surprise.

“Yes. Our marriage lasted less than a year,” she explained. “It was a mistake.” She could have told Harley the mistake had been hers, that she’d married Kevin Giles for all the wrong reasons, the biggest of which was her hope of forgetting Cody. “But we’re still friends,” she added.

Still friends? Cody felt a stab of anger. She’d maintained a relationship with her ex-husband, but not with him. He guessed that pretty much summed up her feelings for him.

Mary Claire slowly shook her head, still dazed by all that had transpired. “After all these years of friendship, I can’t believe I never knew you were Harley’s sister.”

“Stepsister,” Regan clarified, smiling at Harley.

Harley reared back in his chair, his chest swelling in brotherly pride. “Step or full, you’re still our little sister.” He cocked his head over his shoulder to peer at Cody. “Right, Cody?”

Cody stiffened. The feelings he had for Regan hadn’t been brotherly since she’d turned sixteen, and at the moment, even those were dampened by a blinding anger he couldn’t have explained if he’d tried. One thing he knew, though—he didn’t like hearing others call her by his special name. “Yeah, right,” he mumbled.

Leighanna dabbed at wet eyes. “This is all so—so, heartwarming.”

Hank rolled his eyes. “Here we go again,” he mumbled, pulling out an already damp handkerchief.

With an indignant sniff, Leighanna snatched the cloth from his hand. “I can cry if I want. After all, it isn’t every day a person gets to witness a reunion like this.”

Hank snorted. “You obviously don’t watch much TV. Stuff like this happens on ‘Oprah’ all the time. Father reunited with daughter he’s never seen. Twins reunited after being separated at birth twenty years before.” His eyes took on a teasing glint as he glanced at Cody. “Maybe we should call up Oprah, huh, Cody? Milk this for all its worth. It would give you another chance to sing the praises of Temptation on national television and maybe draw a few more folks our way.”

Cody’s face reddened at Hank’s reference to all the media attention Temptation had received after Cody had suggested at a town meeting a few months back that they should advertise for women to move to Temptation to save their dying town. “Back off, Hank,” he muttered.

Hank chuckled good-naturedly as he looped an arm around Leighanna’s shoulders and pulled her to him for a hug. “Just a thought.”

Mary Claire let out a long sigh. “Well, it just proves that life is certainly stranger than fiction.”

“It does for a fact.” Harley pushed away from the table. “I think this calls for a toast.” He quickly filled flutes with the champagne left from the reception and passed them around. Positioning himself behind Regan, he placed a hand on her shoulder and lifted his glass. “To Regan, my sister, whose homecoming is the best wedding present I could ever ask for.”

Regan’s eyes widened and she bolted from her chair, setting her glass aside. “Oh! I almost forgot!” She ran into the den and returned, digging through her purse. She pulled out two envelopes and placed one in Leighanna’s hand and the other in Mary Claire’s. “Congratulations!” she exclaimed then folded her arms triumphantly at her breasts. “The honeymoon is on me.”

Mary Claire’s mouth dropped open. “A honeymoon?”

“Yes. A honeymoon. You’re all scheduled to leave in the morning for Cozumel. The reservations can be changed, of course, but, hey! Why not go now?”

Mary Claire lifted her head from the tickets she’d pulled from the envelope. “Oh, Reggie, as much as I appreciate the gesture, we can’t. The kids—”

“The kids,” Reggie interrupted, “have their Aunt Reggie to baby-sit them while their Mom and Dad are soaking up the sun on the Caribbean.”

She turned to Hank and Leighanna. “What about you guys? Anything that stands in the way of your enjoying a honeymoon?”

Leighanna started to reply, but Hank quickly snatched the envelope from her hand. “Heck no! Thanks, Reggie.”

Leighanna jerked her head around to stare at him in open-mouthed surprise. “But what about the End of the Road? Who’ll run the bar?”

Hank pressed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “We’ll close it. It’ll still be there when we get back. I’m not passing up the chance of spending a week alone with my wife.”

Though her opinion of Hank had been guarded at first, Reggie decided she might just like this guy after all. Any man who’d drop everything to spend a week with his new wife had her undying respect. She shot him a wink. “Well, that settles it, then. In the morning you guys are off for a week in Cozumel.”

Harley turned to Cody, his forehead knitted in a worried frown. “Would you be willing to keep an eye on my place while I’m gone?”

Without tasting the champagne, Cody set his glass aside. When he’d heard Regan offer to stay and baby-sit Stephie and Jimmy, he’d immediately started planning a vacation of his own. The destination didn’t matter, just as long as he was far away from Temptation and Regan. But now he was trapped. He couldn’t deny his friends this opportunity for a honeymoon, and, without his help, he knew Harley would never agree to go.

“You know I will,” he assured Harley, as he reached for his hat. He settled it one-handed onto his head, knowing he had to get out before this madness consumed him. “I guess I better be going.” He made a quick circle around the table, clasping first Harley’s hand, then Hank’s, offering his congratulations. A peck on the cheek for Mary Claire and another for Leighanna. But when he reached Regan, he took an obvious step back and merely tipped his hat... and then he was gone, the door slamming shut behind him.

Reggie stared after him, feeling the bitter sting of his rejection. Why? she wondered in confusion. Why was Cody treating her so coolly? They’d once been so close.

Well, she’d watched him leave before without an explanation, she told herself, but this time she wasn’t going to let him get away so easily.

“Excuse me,” she murmured to the others and rose to her feet.

By the time she pushed through the back door, Cody’s long stride had carried him halfway to his truck.

“Cody!” she called. “Wait!”

He turned, but the look of repressed fury on his face stopped Reggie cold. Less than six feet separated them, but it gaped like a mile.

Reggie hauled in a steadying breath. “Is—is something wrong?”

“What do you mean?” he growled.

“You seem...” She shook her head in confusion. “I don’t know...angry or something. I’d hoped that—”

He took a step nearer, his eyes darkening to a stormy gray. “What did you hope, Regan? That I’d kill the fatted calf? That I’d welcome the prodigal sister home with open arms like Harley?” He took another step nearer and the heat of his anger all but smothered her. “Well, I’m not Harley, Regan,” he ground out. “And I’m not your brother. I never was and I never will be. I—” He clamped his lips together before he could say more, before he could say something he would regret.

With a scowl he turned his back on her, and headed for his truck, leaving her standing on the drive behind him.

Two

Telephone poles and road signs flashed by in a blur as Cody raced his truck through the night, venting his anger with a little speed. When the highway narrowed to two lanes he slowed to the legal limit, then stopped altogether when the pavement ended, giving way to the rock road that led to Jack Barlow’s place.

He sat a moment, his arms draped loosely over the steering wheel, staring but seeing nothing. He drew a long breath. The anger was gone, or at least most of it. He could deal with what was left.