Cara Colter – Wedding Vows: With This Ring: Rescued in a Wedding Dress / Bridesmaid Says, 'I Do!' / The Doctor's Surprise Bride (страница 14)

“Truce?” he said.

“Of course,” she panted. She meant for all of it, their different views of Second Chances. All of it.

He reached over, snared the camera out of her pocket and took a picture of her.

“Don’t,” she protested. She could feel her hair falling out, she was pretty sure there was a smudge of dirt on her cheek, and probably on her derriere, too!

But naturally he didn’t listen and so she stuck out her tongue at him and then struck a pose for him, and then called over some of the other gardeners. Arms over each other’s shoulders, they performed an impromptu can-can for the camera before it all fell apart, everyone dissolving into laughter.

Houston smiled, but that moment of spontaneity was fading. Molly was aware that he saw that moment of playfulness differently to her. Possibly as a failing. Because he was still faintly removing himself from them. She had been welcomed into the folds of the group, he stood outside it.

Lonely, she thought. There was something so lonely about him. And she felt that feeling, again, of wanting to explore.

And maybe to save. Just like she saved her strays. But somehow, looking at the handsome, remote cast of his face, she knew he would hate it that she had seen anything in him that needed saving. That needed, period.

They got back in the car, she waved to the old people. Molly was aware she was thrilled with how the morning had gone, by its unexpected surprises, and especially how he had unexpectedly revealed something of himself.

“How are your hands?” she asked him. He held one out to her. An hour on a shovel had done nothing to that hand.

“I would have thought you would have blisters,” she said.

“No, my hands are really tough.”

“From?”

“I box.”

“As in fight?”

He laughed. “Not really. It’s more the workout I like.”

So, her suspicions that he was not quite who he said were unfounded. He was a high-powered businessman who sought fitness at a high-powered level.

That showed in every beautiful, mesmerizing male inch of him!

“Wasn’t that a wonderful morning?” she asked, trying to solidify the camaraderie that had blossomed so briefly between them. “I promised I would show you the soul of Second Chances and that’s part of it! What a lovely sense of community, of reclaiming that lot, of bringing something beautiful to a place where there was ugliness.”

She became aware he was staring straight ahead. Her feeling of deflation was immediate. “You didn’t feel it?”

“Molly, it’s a nice project. The warm and fuzzy feel good kind.”

She heard the but in his voice, sensed it in the set of his shoulders. Naturally he would be immune to warm fuzzy feeling good.

“But it’s my job to ask if it makes good economic sense. Second Chances owns that lot, correct?”

She nodded reluctantly. Good economic sense after the magical hour they had just spent? “It was donated to us. Years ago. Before I came on board it was just an empty lot that no one did anything with.”

If she was expecting congratulations on her innovative thought she was sadly disappointed!

“Were there provisos on the donation?”

“Not that I know of.”

“I’ll have to do some homework.”

“But why?”

“I have to ask these questions. Is that the best use of that lot? It provides a green space, about a dozen people seem to actually enjoy it. Could it be liquidated and the capital used to help more people? Could it be developed—a parking lot or a commercial building—providing a stream of income into perpetuity? Providing jobs and income for the neighborhood?”

“A parking lot?” she gasped. And then she saw exactly what he was doing. Distancing himself from the morning they had just shared—distancing himself from the satisfaction of hard work and the joy of laughter and the admiration of people who would love him.

Distancing himself from her. Did he know she had seen him? Did he suspect she had uncovered things about him he kept hidden?

He didn’t like feelings. She should know that firsthand. Chuck had had a way of rolling his eyes when she had asked him how he was feeling that had made her stop asking!

But, naive as it might be, she was pretty sure she had just glimpsed the real Houston Whitford, something shining under those layers of defenses.

And she wasn’t quite ready to let that go. It didn’t have to be personal. No, she could make it a mission, for the good of Second Chances, she told herself, she would get past all those defenses.

For the good of Second Chances she was going to rescue him from his lonely world.

Chapter Five

“HEY,” she said, “there’s Now and Zen.”

She could clearly see he was disappointed that she had not risen to the bait of him saying he was going to build a parking lot over the garden project.

“Why don’t we go in?” she suggested. “You can look for some gardening shoes.”

She was not going to give up on him. He was not as hard-nosed as he wanted to seem. She just knew it.

How could he spend a morning like they had just spent in the loveliness of that garden, and want to put up a parking lot? Giving up wasn’t in her nature. She was finding a way to shake him up, to make him see, to make him connect! Lighten him up.

And Now and Zen was just plain fun.

“Would you like to stop and have a look?”

He shrugged, regarded her thoughtfully as if he suspected she was up to something but just wasn’t quite sure what. “Why not?”

Possibly another mistake, she thought as they went in the door to the delightful dimness and clutter of Now and Zen. He’d probably be crunching the numbers on this place, too. Figuring out if its magic could be bottled and sold, or repackaged and sold, or destroyed for profit.

Stop it, she ordered herself. Show him. Invite him into this world. He’s lonely. He has to be in his uptight little world where everything has a price and nothing has value.

She tried to remind herself there was a risk of getting hurt in performing a rescue of this nature, but it was a sacrifice she was making for Second Chances! Second Chances needed for him to be the better man that she was sure she saw in there somewhere, sure she had seen when he was putting his all into that shovel.

That was muscle, a cynical voice cautioned her, not a sign of a better man.

Something caught her eye. She took a deep breath, plucked the black cowboy hat from the rack and held it out to him in one last attempt to get him to come into her world, to see it all through her eyes.

“Here, try this on.”

Now and Zen was not like the other stores, but funky, laid-back, a place that encouraged the bohemian.

The whole atmosphere in the store said, Have fun!

He looked at her, shook his head, she thought in refusal. But then he said, “If I try that on, I get to pick something for you to try on.”

She felt the thrill of his surrender. So, formidable as his discipline was, she could entice him to play with her!

“That’s not fair,” Molly said. “You can clearly see what I want you to try on, but you’re asking me for carte blanche. I mean you could pick a bikini!”

“Did you see one?” he asked with such unabashed hopefulness that she laughed. It confirmed he did have a playful side. And she fully intended to coax it to the surface, even if she had to wear a bikini to do it.

Besides, the temptation to see him in the hat—as the gunslinger—proved too great to resist, even at the risk that he might turn up a bikini!

“Okay,” she said. “If you try this on, I’ll try something on that you pick.”

“Anything?” He grinned wickedly.

There was that grin again, without defenses, the kind of smile that could melt a heart.

And show a woman a soul.

He took the hat from her.

“Anything,” she said. The word took on new meaning as he set the hat on his head. It didn’t look corny, it didn’t even look like he was playing dress-up. He adjusted it, pulled the brim low over his brow. His eyes were shaded, sexy, silver.

She felt her mouth go dry. Anything. She had known that something else lurked between that oh so confident and composed exterior. Something dangerous. Something completely untamed. Could those things coexist with the better man that she was determined to see?