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Chapter Three

“I’m going to marry her,” Jude told Liam, pointing across the room with his bottle of Dos Equis. “She’s The One.”

His older brother glanced out over the crowd, settling on...Delaney. “Uh, you’re marrying our sister?”

“Not her.” Jude spoke through gritted teeth. “The one next to her.”

“The pretty Latina.” Interest filled Liam’s eyes. “She’s a looker, all right. I wouldn’t mind getting her between the sheets—”

Jude punched his brother in the shoulder. Hard. “Watch it. That’s my future wife you’re talking about.”

Liam snorted. “Heard that one before.”

“Heard what?” Sawyer sauntered up and handed Liam a beer.

“Jude says he’s found The One.” Liam laughed. “More like The One This Week.”

Sawyer looked perplexed, but Jude saw no need to enlighten the cousin he’d only recently met. By the gleam in Liam’s eyes, his brother didn’t feel the same constraints.

“My brother here—” Liam gestured with his head toward Jude “—falls in love with every pretty filly that crosses his path. And just as quickly out of love. A guy could get whiplash watching him.”

Obviously intrigued, Sawyer cocked his head. “Who is it this time?”

“Gabriella Mendoza.” Jude let the name roll off his tongue. The name was as pretty as the woman. “I’m going to marry her.”

“Ah, didn’t the two of you just meet tonight?” Sawyer asked cautiously.

“Actually we ran into each other at the Superette this morning.” Jude smiled, recalling how pretty she’d looked with the sun glinting off her walnut-colored hair. “Love at first sight.”

“It’s a little faster than normal,” Liam informed Sawyer as if Jude wasn’t standing right there. “I’m figuring it’s the hearts and flowers in the air, what with Stacey getting engaged and Valentine’s Day drawing near.”

“Scoff all you want,” Jude told his brother. “She’s The One.”

“She’s a nice woman,” Sawyer said cautiously. “And very attractive.”

“I’m taking her to dinner tomorrow.”

Surprise flicked across Sawyer’s face. “You move fast.”

“I figure why waste time?” Jude took a long pull of beer. “When you know what you want and you find it...you go after it.”

* * *

Gabi spent most of the next morning at the rehabilitation hospital, observing her father’s therapy sessions. With an arm broken on one side and a leg broken on the other, it was difficult for Orlando Mendoza to even get up from the chair much less manage what the nurses called his ADLs—activities of daily living.

But her dad was tough. A man didn’t survive all those years as an air force pilot and raise five kids without survival instincts. Gabi had lunch with him in the dining room down the hall from his room. Apparently the nurses believed in keeping the patients out of their rooms as much as possible.

“This is tasty.” Gabi glanced down at the grilled chicken breast, brown rice and asparagus spears.

“It’s exactly what you should be eating.” Orlando spoke in the fatherly tone he took on when he was poised to lecture. “I hope you didn’t have alcohol last night.”

Gabi thought of the blended margaritas, the fine wine, even the bottles of Dos Equis. She shook her head. “You know I don’t drink.”

“You had a cup of coffee with you when you came yesterday.”

“It was decaffeinated.” Gabi held on to her growing frustration with both hands, reminding herself that her dad had a lot of time to worry. Even when he’d been busy, worrying about her and her health had been his favorite pastime.

“Oh,” he said. “Good.”

“I know how to take care of myself, Papi.” She kept her tone gentle as she brought her hand to her chest. “This heart was a precious gift. I don’t take it for granted.”

“You were so sick.” Her father’s dark eyes took on a distant look. “Your mamma and I thought we were going to lose you. Barely more than a baby and we thought we would lose you.”

Those dark days had occurred when Gabi was nineteen, hardly a baby by anyone’s standards, unless by overprotective parents.

“You always pushed yourself too hard.” He shook his head. “I told you many times to slow down but you wouldn’t listen.”

“It was a virus. From the stomach flu,” Gabi reminded him. “It didn’t have a thing to do with my college schedule or my extracurricular activities.”

The virus had attacked her heart. She thought she was on the road to recovery after a particularly bad few days of a GI bug that was making its way across campus until she became short of breath. The next day she landed in the ICU.

She almost died. That’s what her parents told her. The doctors said her heart was so badly damaged a transplant was her only hope. Because of her grave physical condition she’d moved to the top of the transplant list.

Miraculously a heart had come her way. Now a heart that had once beat in another young person’s chest pumped in hers. She meant it when she told her father she didn’t take it for granted. Not for one second. When her cardiologist had told her no drinking, smoking or caffeine, she’d listened.

She knew other transplant patients who rebelled against the restrictions, but Gabi felt best when she ate right, exercised and followed doctor’s orders. Still, her parents worried. Now that it was just her father, he worried double.

“I love you, mija.”

The emotion so evident in his voice, in his eyes, melted away the annoyance. “Ditto. Now, if you’re not going to eat that green Jell-O, hand it over.”

Her father laughed and pushed the gelatin in front of her. “Hopefully they’ll have red this evening. That’s my favorite. And yours, if I remember correctly.”

Gabi paused, a forkful of chicken hovering just outside her mouth. “About tonight. I plan to stay most of the day, but I won’t be eating dinner with you.”

Her father lowered his glass of milk.

“I’m going to check out The Horseback Hollow Grill this evening,” she told him.

“I’ve eaten at The Grill,” Orlando said slowly.

“What’s it like?” Gabi kept her tone light and offhand.

“Like King’s,” he said, referring to a hamburger and hot dog place not far from his home in Miami. “Their specialty is grilled cheese sandwiches. I like them with jalapenos.”

“Guess what I’m wearing will be good enough.” Gabi glanced down at her jeans and sweater. As her father continued to stare, she forced a chuckle. “I’m excited about the prospect of becoming better acquainted with Horseback Hollow. That way, when I go back to Miami and you talk about different places, I can visualize them.”

The tight set to her father’s shoulders eased. “That makes sense. But eating alone can’t be fun for you.”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t eaten alone since moving here?”

“I have,” he grudgingly admitted. “Perhaps Laurel could—”

“Laurel is busy with her new husband and the flight school.” Gabi spoke quickly before her father could pull out his phone and call his boss. She lowered her fork to the plate. “Besides, I’m not going alone. Jude Fortune Jones, Sawyer’s cousin, generously offered to show me around town.”

For several long seconds, accompanied by the thumping of her heart, Orlando said nothing. He chewed, swallowed then took another sip of milk. “I’ve met Jude.”

Gabi lifted a brow. “And?”

“He appears to be very popular with the ladies.”

The sharp stab of jealousy that struck Gabi took her by surprise. But she merely smiled. “Good. Then he should be an excellent dinner companion.”

“I don’t want you getting involved with him.”

Her father’s vehemence surprised Gabi. “Why? Is there something you haven’t told me?”

“You have a job in Miami. A good one.”

“That’s true,” Gabi agreed. “And once you’re better, I’ll be returning to that good job. In the meantime, I’d like to do a little exploring. With someone local.”

Gabi finished her lunch and stayed for several more hours, watching her father work with the physical therapist on transferring from the bed to the chair. She listened as the occupational therapist showed him ways to use his left hand to do everything from getting toothpaste on his toothbrush to slipping on a shirt.

By the time the OT left, her father’s eyes were drooping and his primary nurse suggested a nap.

“I’ll be back after dinner.” Gabi brushed a kiss across his leathery cheek and felt a surge of love.

“Lloyd and I have a date to play poker,” he told her. “There’s no need to drive back tonight. Enjoy your evening.”

“Are you sure?”

“You spent all day here,” he said. “Besides, I need to win some money off Lloyd, and I can’t do that with someone breathing over my shoulder.”

Gabi smiled. “Okay, then.”

“Don’t have the grilled cheese.” This time the fatherly tone brooked no argument. “Too much fat in it.”

Gabi simply smiled, gave a little wave and left him to his nap.

* * *

The knock on the front door of her father’s small home sounded at precisely 6:00 p.m.

Gabi smiled. Apparently, the man was not only pretty to look at, but punctual, as well. Popular with the ladies. Some of her pleasure dimmed before she shoved the thought aside.

It didn’t matter to her if Jude dated a different woman every night. This was simply dinner and conversation. She didn’t expect more. Didn’t want more.

When the knock sounded again, she sauntered across the room. After glancing through the peephole, she pulled the door open.

“I appreciate a man who’s on time.” With a welcoming smile she waved him inside.

Dressed simply in jeans, chambray shirt and a battered leather jacket, he whipped off his Stetson when he stepped through the doorway then thrust out one hand. “These are for you.”

“Thank you.” She glanced down at the bouquet he offered. Startled surprise quickly gave way to sweet pleasure. “Daisies are one of my favorite flowers. Have a seat. I want to put them in water before we leave.”

She took the flowers into the small kitchen at the back of the house. Instead of sitting in the living room as she’d directed, he followed her.

“Nice place.”

Gabi tried to see it through his eyes. White painted cupboards, grey Formica countertops, speckled linoleum flooring. Perfect, if a person was into retro decor. “My father feels at home here,” she said. “Our home in Miami was bigger, but since it’s just him, he doesn’t need much space.”

“The fact it’s not large and all on one level should make it easier for him when he comes home.”

“Good point.” She rummaged through the cupboards, finally pulling out a red vase. “This will be perfect.”

Her mother had collected red glass, and this little cylindrical vase had been a favorite. She quickly filled it with water then took a second to arrange the flowers.

“You have a knack,” Jude commented from where he stood with his back resting against the doorjamb. “My mother does, too. If it were me, I’d stuff them into a vase and call it good.”

Gabi took a step back and gazed in satisfaction at the arrangement. “They’re too pretty to treat in that manner.”

“They’re pretty.” Jude’s husky voice did strange things to her insides. “But not as pretty as you.”

She smiled. Oh, yes, he was a smooth one.

“Do I need a coat?” she asked, looking at his leather jacket.

“It’s in the forties, so I say definitely.” He paused. “Do you have one?”

“I didn’t,” she told him. “There was no need in Miami. But I went shopping recently in Vicker’s Corners and picked one up.”

In fact, that’s where she’d purchased the crimson sweater and black pants she wore now. From all signs, the small town in between Horseback Hollow and Lubbock was experiencing a growth spurt. She’d seen signs advertising new condominiums and touting luxury estates for sale.

“What’d you think of VC?” he asked as they moved to the living room, where she retrieved her coat from the postage-stamp-size closet.

“I liked it.” She thought of the cute little business district with all the eclectic shops lining the main street. “But Horseback Hollow is nice, too.”

“If I had to compare the two—” with well-practiced ease, Jude took the coat from her hands and held it up “—I’d say Horseback Hollow is the Jones family while Vicker’s Corners is more like their gentrified relatives.”

“Would those gentrified relatives be the Fortunes?” Gabi tried to ignore the brush of his knuckles against the side of her neck as he helped her slip on the coat.

“Bingo.”

“Your mother recently found out she was related to the Fortunes, isn’t that right?” Gabi tried to remember what her father had said, but the comment had been something he’d tossed out in passing and she hadn’t given it much thought.

“That’s right.” He waited for her to pick up her purse then opened the front door and stepped to the side.

Good-looking. Manners. A powerful combination.

As she passed him, Gabi caught a faint whiff of his cologne. First he brought her flowers, now he wore the scent that had tantalized and enticed her last night. Jude Fortune would be a difficult man to resist.

Which she would, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy his company and the way he smelled. “You added Fortune to your name.”

“My mother asked.” Jude lifted one shoulder in a shrug. “She doesn’t ask for much.”

Gabi walked by his side to the truck parked in the driveway and tilted her head, thinking of her father. “What did your dad think? Mine is so proud of the Mendoza name that I can’t imagine him being happy if any of my brothers decided to make a change.”

Jude waited to answer until she stepped inside the truck. “Like most of us, he finds it difficult to deny her anything.”

As he rounded the front of the massive vehicle, then got behind the wheel, Gabi thought of her mother. Her dad had loved his wife totally, completely. If there had been something important her mother had asked of him, he’d have gone along.

Jude slanted a sideways look. “Red is definitely your color.”

A ripple of pleasure passed over Gabi. “I like your style, Jude.”

He grinned and backed the truck out of the driveway. “Tell me about Gabriella.”

On the short drive to the café, Gabi filled him in. She talked about her brothers and what it was like growing up as the youngest and the only girl. When he pressed for more, she told him she’d had a love for the business world since she’d opened her first lemonade stand at age five and made ten dollars.

“It didn’t sink in until years later that my only customers had been relatives and close neighbors.” Gabi chuckled. “I thought it was this great spiel I had going that drew them in.”

“You enjoy your job.”

“I do. Though the banking industry has taken some hits, the one I work for has done well.” Gabi rolled her window partially down and let the fresh air waft into the cab of the truck. “It smells so fresh here.”

“I bet this has been a bit of culture shock for you.”

“Since I haven’t seen a bodega or a palm tree in weeks, I’d say that’s an accurate statement.” Gabi wondered how she could feel so relaxed around a man she’d just met. She’d been on plenty of first dates, and they were usually awkward, tense affairs. “Still, something about this place feels like home. I had difficulty understanding when my father told me how much he liked it here. Now it makes sense.”

Jude wheeled the truck into an angled parking spot and cut the engine. “I hope dinner tonight only solidifies that impression.”

Seconds later, Gabi stood in the doorway of The Horseback Hollow Grill, affectionately called The Grill by locals, and felt the first twinge of unease. Although clean, the tiled flooring had more than a few cracks. Artificial flowers in hammered coffee pots sat on tables. The tables reminded Gabi of the type you’d see in old-time diners, rounded edges encased in silver metal.

Jude inhaled deeply. “It always smells good in here.”

Gabi could almost see onion rings swimming in a grease pool and hamburgers being flipped on the grill. Her head may have told her to run to the nearest deli for a turkey sandwich on whole wheat—hold the mayo—but her stomach had other ideas. It growled. Loudly.

Jude grinned. “Someone is ready to eat.”

“I may be a little hungry” was all Gabi said as the hostess directed them to a booth by the front window.

“I can vouch for the burgers.” Jude waited until she’d slid into the booth before taking a seat opposite her. “Half pound of pure Angus. My sisters are especially fond of the grilled cheese sandwich, which is a specialty.”

Because of her heart, Gabi limited the amount of red meat she consumed as well as avoiding fried foods. She could already see there wasn’t much on the menu that would get a cardiologist’s seal of approval. Tonight she’d simply have to wing it.

Jude kept the conversation light and entertaining until the pretty blonde waitress arrived to take their orders. He seemed oblivious to the young woman’s attempts to flirt. Fixing his eyes on Gabi’s, he smiled. “Have you decided?”

“I’ll have the hamburger.” Gabi shifted her gaze to the blonde. “Well-done, please. May I substitute a salad for the fries?”

When the woman nodded, Gabi smiled. “Vinegar and oil for the dressing, on the side.”

Jude ordered the hamburger and fries. When the waitress left, he told Gabi, “You can have some of my fries. They’re the best.”

“I might take you up on that offer,” she said, relieved to have made it through the ordering without a lot of explanation. Though she wasn’t ashamed of having had the transplant, she’d noticed that people often treated her differently once they knew. “I told you everything about me on the drive over. Now it’s your turn to dish.”

“I hardly think you told me everything,” he said, “in a five-minute drive.”

Though his tone was teasing, Gabi froze. She hadn’t thought her father had mentioned the transplant to anyone, but she didn’t know that for sure. “What did I leave out?”

“You didn’t say anything about a man in your life.” He took the iced tea the waitress gave him while Gabi slipped a straw into her ice water.

“That’s because there is no man in my life,” Gabi said honestly.

“I find that difficult to believe.”

“It’s true.” Gabi thought back to Tony, the IT manager from the bank, and the horrified look on his face when he’d seen her scar. She shrugged. “Work takes most of my time.”

“Their loss is my gain.” Jude reached across the table and took her hand, bringing it to his lips. The feel of his mouth against her skin brought a rush of desire as unexpected as it was pleasant.

Gabi wasn’t a neophyte, though she was hardly experienced, either. During her twenty-six years she’d only had two lovers: her high school boyfriend on prom night and a fellow business student in college.

The prom night had been a disaster. A car was not the place for lovemaking.

The relationship with her college boyfriend had taken place over most of her freshman year. He’d been fairly experienced, but looking back, Gabi could see now that he’d been more concerned with his own pleasure than with hers. Still, she’d enjoyed their time together and had believed he cared about her.

Then she’d gotten sick. He’d come a couple of times to the hospital, but by the time she was feeling better, he was out of her life.

“Tell me about Jude.” Gabi fought to keep her voice steady, no easy task since her body had begun to vibrate.

“Not much to tell.” He lowered her hand to the table and casually laced his fingers through hers. “I got my BA from Tech and I’ve worked on the ranch since I was old enough to hop on a horse.”

“Have you ever thought of moving away? Trying something new?”

His blue eyes grew thoughtful. “A few times. But like my daddy, I love what I do. I like the variety and being my own boss. Horseback Hollow might be small, but it’s a cohesive community and Lubbock is just down the road. Vicker’s Corners is even closer.”

“Sounds like we’ve both chosen the right path...for us.” He continued to hold her hand, and the feel of his warm skin against hers sent her thoughts careening down a road she had no intention of traveling. Gabi was relieved when the waitress appeared with a mountain of food and he sat back.

“Oh, my.” She gazed at a burger as big as her plate and a salad big enough for three to share.

Jude grinned. “I told you the food here is the best.”

Gabi carefully considered for a moment then removed the hamburger from the sesame bun.

“Wimp.” Jude stopped, looked stricken. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” Waving a dismissive hand, Gabi stole one of his fries. “I simply prefer to enjoy the meat.”

In the end, she ate half of her burger and a third of the salad and sat back, satisfied.

“They have great sundaes here.” Jude spoke in a persuasive tone when the waitress had cleared their plates.

Though she wouldn’t mind having a spoonful, she doubted her stomach could handle even one more bite. “I’m so full you’re going to have to roll me out of here as it is. But, if you’d like dessert, go ahead.”

“I’ve had enough to eat,” he said. “But I wouldn’t mind taking a walk. Are those boots you’re wearing—”

“They’re very comfortable.” Gabi brightened at the realization Jude didn’t seem in any hurry to have the evening end. “I’d love some fresh air.”

Gabi pulled out her wallet to pay her share of the tab, but Jude had already handed the waitress several bills and told the blonde to keep the change.

“I can pay for my own.”

“You could.” He slid from the booth. “But tonight is my treat.”

Gabi slipped out from her side, and when she stood, he was right there, holding out the coat that she’d hung on a metal hook at the edge of the booth.

He took her arm as they stepped out into the cool night air. They walked down the sidewalk, the full moon hanging like a large golden orb in the clear sky overhead.

“Thank you for the dinner,” Gabi said again.

“You didn’t eat much.”

“It was good.” She gazed into his eyes and had to resist the urge to reach up on her tiptoes and plant a kiss on those full lips. “I enjoyed it.”

His eyes locked on hers. She saw them darken. Held her breath as he took a step forward and lowered his head to hers.