Soraya Lane – The Soldier's Sweetheart (страница 2)

Nate braved making eye contact with the girl who had stolen his heart when he was a teenager. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He wished he hadn’t snapped at her, but he couldn’t help it. What did she want to hear? The truth of why he wasn’t going back? Because not even Sarah could get details of that story out of him.

“I’m sorry, I know better than to pry.” Sarah sighed again and looked away. “Moose!” she called.

Moose? Nate was about to ask her who the heck she was calling when …”What the hell?” Nate spun, ready to fight, body alert even though his leg was starting to throb.

“Moose!” Sarah called again, crouching toward the long grass where the noise was coming from.

A massive dog appeared, launching from his hiding place and landing in front of Sarah. Nate could have sworn his heart was about to beat straight from his chest and thump to his feet.

“Since when do you have a dog named Moose?” he asked.

The dog glared at him, sitting protectively beside Sarah.

“You know me, sucker for animals in need,” she replied, stroking the dog’s head lovingly. “Your brother found him one day and nicknamed him, because he looked like a gangly baby moose. No one knows how he ended up around here, but he’s been with me ever since.”

Nate eyed the German Shepherd, not liking the way he was being watched in response. The canine was acting like he was challenging his authority and Nate wasn’t used to being the one on the back foot. “Is he as staunch with Todd as he’s being with me right now?”

The smile fell from Sarah’s face like water thrown over a flame at the mention of her husband.

“It was really nice seeing you, Nate, but we’d better be off.”

He watched as she moved past him, her eyes damp again like she was about to cry. “Yeah, nice seeing you, too.”

He should have asked her to stay. Should have patted the damn dog instead of acting like his territory was at stake. Because Nate was alone and seeing Sarah hadn’t been half-bad. At least she hadn’t quizzed him like his family had the moment he’d stepped foot on the family ranch again.

After so many years surrounded by other men, of living and working with other soldiers at his side, he was alone. His family were like strangers to him; he had no one to talk to, no one he wanted to talk to, and seeing Sarah had been the first time he’d cracked a smile in what seemed like forever.

But instead of calling her back, he watched her walk away. And it felt like they’d just gone back in time six years, when he’d told her that he was staying with the army instead of coming home. When he’d ended their relationship for good.

Sarah touched the top of her dog’s head before sending him away in front of her. She tried to focus on him bounding ahead, tail wagging back and forth. But the only thing she could feel, the only thing she could think about, was the man standing behind her.

Nate Calhoun.

After all these years, seeing him for more than a fleeting moment was … Sarah dug her fingernails into her palm. Refused to turn around to see if he was still standing where she’d left him. Nate had been the love of her life, and no matter how hard she tried to pretend that there was nothing between them anymore, she was still drawn to him like a magnet to metal.

Why after so many years, after he’d left her, could she still not push the man from her mind? When he’d left her brokenhearted, discarded like their romance had been nothing more than a holiday fling.

“Sarah, what are you doing here so early?”

She looked up, forgetting how close she was to the homestead. The ranch house never failed to impress her, had always had a warmth and homeliness about it that she admired, even though it was easily one of the largest homes in Larkville.

“I came to check up on my new horse, but Moose ran after something and I ended up following him.”

Kathryn Calhoun leaned against the doorframe, eyebrows drawn together. “What’s wrong?”

Sarah sighed. It didn’t matter how hard she tried to keep something to herself, she always seemed to wear her emotions all over her face. “I saw Nate.”

Kathryn frowned. “Did you talk to him?”

“Yeah, but …” What did she say? That she still felt a flutter of something for him, even though she could see from the darkness in his gaze, from the drawn expression on his face, that the old Nate wasn’t even in residence anymore? Twenty minutes ago she hadn’t even known Nate was home and now …

“You don’t have to tell me, I know,” Kathryn told her.

Sarah’s face flushed hot, but she bit her tongue, waiting for Kathryn to continue. She liked Kathryn a lot, but it didn’t mean she wanted to talk to her about her former flame, especially given she was married to Nate’s brother, Holt.

“Sarah, he’s changed. He’s not the Nate his family knew, and he’s not the happy-go-lucky town charmer that everyone seems to remember, either,” Kathryn confessed.

Sarah was overcome with a burst of anger, wanting to defend him. “He’s been through a lot, so don’t we owe it to him to be patient? To give him some space to deal with being back here?”

Kathryn smiled at her, but there was a sadness there that Sarah couldn’t miss. “I hope you’re right, Sarah. I do. But Holt’s not so sure that Nate’s ever going to be the same again.”

A wet nose thrust into Sarah’s hand reminded her that she wasn’t alone. “I think that’s my cue to go,” she told Kathryn. “I’m meeting Johnny to see how he’s gotten on with my mare. He started her under saddle for me a few weeks ago.”

Sarah waved to Kathryn as she turned, but the smile fled her face as soon as she walked away. Nate was hurting. It might have been years since they’d been together, but she still remembered every expression his face had ever worn, how much pain he must be experiencing to hide away in the guesthouse, away from the family he was once so close to.

She threw a stick her dog had dropped at her feet and tried to focus on where she was walking, rather than the man she could see in her mind.

Nate had left her. Nate had walked away and decided not to come home. He wasn’t her responsibility and he’d already made that perfectly clear.

So why was her heart racing like it was in a speedway competition, and her mouth so dry it felt like she hadn’t consumed water in days?

Because it was Nate Calhoun, and for as long as she was alive she’d never, ever forget him.

CHAPTER TWO

NATE stretched his leg out and practiced some of the exercises he was supposed to be doing, in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure in his head. It didn’t work. Instead, he ended up with a throbbing leg and his head pounded harder than before.

He needed to find something else to do, something to focus on, but right now it was too easy to sit under the tree in the shade and think. And the fact he could see Sarah in the distance wasn’t motivating him to move, either.

He could see her talking to his sister Jess’s husband. Johnny was clearly gifted with horses; he could tell that from watching him for only a few minutes. Sarah was leaning against the rail of the corral, one hand on the head of her dog, the other keeping her balanced. He was waiting to see her mount the young horse, to see if she was still as talented in the saddle as she’d been when they were younger. Back then, she’d been easily as good as any of the boys.

“Nate.” A gruff voice commanded his attention.

He turned and looked up to see his brother standing behind him, fingers rammed through the loops of his jeans.

“Holt,” he replied.

His brother stared off into the distance. It was obvious that he’d been caught out looking at Sarah.

“We see more of Sarah these days than we did for a long while,” Holt told him.

Nate tried to act disinterested, but the reality was that he was anything but disinterested. Seeing Sarah again had made something within him, something he hadn’t felt in a long time, stir to life again. No matter how hard he was trying to force it back down.

“She having her horse broken in here?” Nate asked. He knew from the letters Jess had sent him that her new husband was something of a horse whisperer, but he’d never had the chance to get to know him.

Holt dropped to his haunches, plucking at a blade of grass and avoiding eye contact. Suited Nate fine. The last thing he wanted was to be interrogated again.

“Johnny’s giving her a hand. It’s nice to see her smiling again.”

Nate raised an eyebrow in question, met his brother’s gaze when he looked up.

“You don’t know about her and Todd, do you?” Holt asked.

Nate shook his head, slowly. “What do I need to know about her and Todd?” He hated the guy, even though he couldn’t blame him. Sarah had married one of his best friends, and he’d never forgiven either of them.

“Look, Nate,” Holt began, standing up again and fidgeting like the last thing he wanted was to have a conversation about Sarah and her husband. “Todd’s out of the picture, that’s all I’m saying. I thought you’d want to know, but if you want details, then I think you should ask Sarah. It’s her story to tell.”

Nate couldn’t help the frown that took over his mouth. “So you’re fine with telling me her marriage is over but you’re not going to tell me what happened and why?”