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The Lemon Drop Shop closed its doors at six o’clock.

For the first time since she’d opened her shop, Katherine was counting the minutes.

“Are my pies ready?” Mabel Baxter asked.

“Yes, they are, Mrs. Baxter. Let me get them,” Katherine replied with a smile. Mabel Baxter had been one of her early supporters and, as a town social lion, where she had gone, others had followed. Katherine owed her a lot.

She brought the two boxed pies from the storeroom and handed them over the counter.

As Mabel counted out the payment, she said, “I heard Gabe Dawson is back in town.”

“Yes, I believe he is,” Katherine said, hoping no one noticed the tremor in her voice.

“His grandmother was so proud of him. She wanted him to return to Cactus to settle down.”

Katherine took the money and thanked Mabel, praying the conversation would end.

“You were high school sweethearts, weren’t you?” Mabel continued.

“We dated my senior year, but Gabe was a senior at Tech. Too many years between us.” A simple explanation. That was the best.

“I guess so. I wonder if he’s married. Well, see you later,” Mabel said, giving her a cheerful smile after delivering the dreadful thought.

Of course he wasn’t married. If he had been, then Gran wouldn’t have written that horrible will. Katherine breathed deeply, calming her rocketing nerves. Until another thought hit her.

That didn’t mean he didn’t have a “significant other.” Maybe that explained his anger. He loved someone and hadn’t told Gran about it.

Poor Gabe.

Ten years ago, when she’d refused his marriage proposal, she’d been proud of her selflessness. Until he left town and the pain set in. But she’d had little choice. She couldn’t have walked away from her mother and brothers and sisters.

“I’ve cleaned the kitchen,” Evelyn reported, disrupting Katherine’s thoughts.

“Thanks, Evelyn. Do we need any supplies?”

“Just eggs. Mr. Stottlemyer brought a delivery of carrots, sugar and flour this afternoon while you were out.”

“Great. I’ll see you tomorrow then,” Katherine said, checking her watch. Six o’clock had finally arrived. She walked around the counter and flipped the sign on the door to indicate the bakery was closed, then locked it.

“Mary didn’t sound like she felt good when she left,” Evelyn added with a frown. “If she can’t come in the morning, you call me, okay?”

“Thanks, Evelyn, I will.”

She wouldn’t have any choice. She arrived at six each morning to start the baking for the day. The Last Roundup bought four carrot cakes each morning, freshly baked. Since this restaurant had been franchised in Lubbock, she was in negotiations to provide cakes for all of their locations. Then there were the other baked goods, including cinnamon rolls, for the early arrivals.

After mopping the restaurant area, Katherine turned out the lights and headed for her truck. Actually, it was an old Chevy Blazer. In the back, Katherine’s two brothers had removed the second seat and replaced it with racks so she could deliver large orders. Lately, she’d even baked some wedding cakes.

She pulled up beside the house she’d lived in since she was a little girl. It wasn’t an elegant home, but it had housed her and her family for a quarter of a century. They’d even managed to paint it a couple of years ago, the entire family pitching in.

Katherine smiled. She had a wonderful family. All the kids worked hard, never complained. Except for Susan, she thought with a sigh.

Her youngest sister appeared at her car door, as if she’d conjured her up with that thought. “Are you going to get out, or sit there all night?”

Katherine smiled and opened her car door. “I was just resting a minute. How was school today?”

Susan rolled her eyes and started walking toward the house.

Obviously the wrong question.

Her mother had dinner on the table. Katherine gave a grateful sniff, before she crossed the kitchen to kiss her mother’s cheek. “Everything smells delicious, Mom.”

“That’s because Jack’s joining us,” Susan snapped, glaring at her mother.

“I—I didn’t think you’d mind,” Margaret Peters said, her anxious gaze on Katherine.

Katherine ignored her sister’s reaction and hugged her mother. “Of course I don’t mind. We need to thank him for the work he did on the chicken coop, anyway. I think the chickens have been laying more eggs now that the roof doesn’t leak.”

Susan gave a sound of disgust and left the kitchen.

“Katie, I don’t think—”

Margaret’s timorous tones ate away at Katherine’s stomach. “Don’t worry, Mom. Suse will get over it.”

She hoped her sister would mature enough to stop interfering in her mother’s chance at happiness. Margaret had wilted when her beloved husband had died. She’d had no idea how to go on. In the passing years, she’d grown stronger, helping Katherine with her business, taking care of the younger children. Katherine had encouraged her to make decisions, a new experience for Margaret.

Just a few months ago, Jack Ledbetter had asked about leasing some of their acreage. Because of Katherine’s hours, he’d come over after dinner one evening.

Katherine recognized the attraction that sparked between the two older people. With Margaret’s shyness, the interest needed some careful nurturing. But Katherine had enthusiastically supported Jack’s efforts.

Susan was the only one objecting.

The sound of a car engine signaled Jack’s arrival and Margaret’s cheeks turned bright red. “I—I think Jack’s here.”

“Yeah. I’ll call the kids.” Only Paul and Susan remained at home.

Once they were all seated around the table, passing bowls of delicious food, the subject Katherine had hoped to avoid came up.

“I hear Gabe Dawson is back in town. Didn’t think he’d come back after burying his grandmother,” Jack said, smiling at Margaret.

The sudden silence made Jack stare at the others.

“What did I say?” he asked, frowning.

“Nothing at all, Jack,” Katherine assured him, but she kept her gaze fixed on her dinner plate.

“He came to the shop,” Paul muttered.

“What did he say? Is he moving back to town?” Susan asked, excitement in her voice for the first time. Like Paul, she’d adored Gabe.

“No!” Katherine snapped, and then moderated her voice. “He’s just here to settle Mrs. Dawson’s estate. I’m sure he’ll only be here a day or two.”

“You talked to him?” Margaret asked.

“Um, yes, I did.” Katherine didn’t add any details. She certainly wasn’t going to reveal Gran’s ridiculous will.

She knew her mother wouldn’t pry, and fortunately Jack asked a question about Paul’s school activities that distracted him. But she could feel Susan’s stare, even though she never looked at her baby sister.

When the meal ended, she sent Jack and Margaret into the living room. Then she turned to Susan. “Which job do you want? Gathering the eggs or cleaning the dishes?”

“Neither one,” Susan protested, her bottom lip protruding.

“I’ll get the eggs, Katie,” Paul hurriedly said. “I have to milk Betsy anyway.”

“And that’s why Susan will gather the eggs,” Katherine said firmly. “We all have to do our share.”

“Raine and Diane aren’t doing anything, and you send them money all the time.”

Katherine pressed her lips together. Then she relaxed them into a smile. “And hopefully I’ll be able to do the same for you. They worked hard while they were growing up. And they both work now, after class every day.”

Susan opened her mouth to protest, but Katherine had had a long day. She wasn’t willing to argue with her sister tonight. “Go get the eggs,” she ordered in a no-nonsense voice and began gathering the dishes.

Susan stood there, and Katherine feared she’d have to have a showdown with her little sister. Finally Susan stomped from the house, her displeasure evident.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with her,” Paul said, worry in his voice.

“It’s okay, Paul. Everyone can’t be perfect like you,” Katherine told him, smiling.

“Aw, sis!” he protested, and hurried after Susan.

Katherine sank down into the nearest chair and buried her face in her hands. Finding solitude was the most difficult feat in her life.

She wanted to examine the feelings that had filled her when Gabe had suddenly reappeared in her life. She wanted to indulge in memories that made her weak with longing.

Maybe it was best that she couldn’t.

Too many chores awaited her.

GABE SAT IN HIS GRANDMOTHER’S rocking chair on the back porch of her home, listening to the silence. Sometimes, in the city, it seemed he never found the silence that the countryside provided.

Or all the glittering stars.

No lights to compete with their brightness. He hadn’t turned on a light. He hadn’t even opened the door to Gran’s house. As if he were afraid to go in.

Ridiculous. He’d gone into her house when he’d come for her funeral. But he hadn’t been alone. His parents had accompanied him. In spite of the fact that his mother and Gran hadn’t gotten along, even his mother had mourned the old lady’s passing.

And they’d all felt guilty.

Gran had been left in Cactus alone. He’d been reluctant to come visit because of Katie. Oh, he’d come occasionally, but not as often, or for as long, as he should have. Gran always said she understood.

She’d come to Dallas occasionally. He’d bought her a plane ticket every time he could convince her to leave Cactus. The last couple of years, that hadn’t been often.

Katie had visited her.

That information had slipped out in her protestations of innocence. Which only made her seem more guilty. She’d brought Gran cookies and videos to watch.

He should have known. Even if she did have evil intentions, Katie wouldn’t forget Gran. When the two of them had been dating, they’d spent a lot of time at Gran’s house. His mother hadn’t seemed too welcoming to Katie. She’d wanted her son to date someone at Texas Tech. His own kind, she’d said.

Even though she’d never been rude to Katie, as far as he knew, Katie had sensed his mother’s disapproval. Katie had been reluctant to go to his home. Her home had been a three-ring circus, with her five younger brothers and sisters and her parents present. So they’d come to Gran’s.

Every room in the house held memories.

Some he’d like to forget.

Which explained why he was still sitting on the porch. Not that he’d been here that long. Dinner with his friends had dragged out, as they’d talked about old times.

They were good friends. He’d made other friends in Dallas, while attending law school, but the friendships weren’t as deep, as satisfying, as those he’d made as a child.

But even with them, his best friends, he couldn’t discuss his difficulties.

He stood up, ignoring the creak of the rocker, and strode to the back door. It was locked, which took him by surprise. Gran had never locked her doors, but Mac had had the place locked up, of course. He dug out the keys Mac had given him and unlocked the door.

The house smelled fresh, witnessing Mac’s remark that he’d had someone come in on a regular basis. Gabe reached out and clicked on the overhead light.

The big kitchen was neat and tidy. Too neat. It looked barren, compared to the clutter Gran had always had. Gabe tossed the keys on top of the pine table and went back out to his Mercedes. He’d picked up a few necessities at the grocery.

Waking up in the morning with no coffee in the house wasn’t something he was interested in doing. He could go without food for a while, but not without coffee.

He pulled out Gran’s percolator, a fancy one with a timing device. He’d given it to her last Christmas. Sighing, he realized she’d never used it. The tags were still on it.

Preparing the pot and setting the timer for eight in the morning, figuring he’d sleep in after his long day, he considered going to bed.

But he didn’t think he could go to sleep until he made a plan of action. He’d carried in his suitcase and briefcase along with the groceries. He put his briefcase on the table and pulled out a chair.

With a clean legal pad and pen, he felt more confident that he could find a way out of this mess. The tools of his trade. He began listing the problems. Then he looked for solutions.

Finally he accepted what Mac had told him. The will was unbreakable. He had one option, other than the impossible one of marrying Katie. He had to get her married to someone else. That shouldn’t be too hard, he decided, anger surging up in him again. She’d already married once.

He remembered the care he’d taken with the inexperienced Katie. His father had warned him about unprotected sex. He’d taken that warning to heart, always carrying condoms. But Katie had never been intimate with anyone. He’d wanted her first time to be special. With him.

His grandmother had taken a cruise with some of the other ladies from Cactus. She’d asked Gabe to stay at her place over the weekend. He’d brought Katie there and made love to her, in his bed.

He’d protected her, loved her. Adored her.

The next weekend, he’d intended to propose to her. But her father died in the middle of the week. He’d come back for the funeral. Katie had scarcely had time for him, except to fall into his arms for one brief hug.

Now, looking back, he realized how selfish he’d been. Shame filled him at his egocentric response to Katie’s earth-shattering experience. All he’d been able to think of were his plans for the future. For the two of them.

But she hadn’t made any effort to explain. To ask him to wait. In fact, when he’d returned a couple of weeks later after his college graduation to finally bare his heart to her, she’d told him she’d met someone else.

The pain had been so intense, so shattering, he’d been unable to even ask questions. To wonder at the sudden turn in their relationship.

Unable to face those memories, Gabe ripped the top sheet from the legal pad. Immediately he began a list of all the single men he knew in Cactus. There weren’t all that many, he realized. Most of the young people had left. These days they were attracting more industry to Cactus.

The guys were telling him about a billionaire who had settled in Cactus and was building a factory outside town. But the young people who were staying were years younger than Katie. She was twenty-eight now.

He’d have to ask the matchmakers. Mabel Baxter and her cronies. They’d know who was available.

He headed a column Things To Do.

1. Visit with the matchmakers.

2. Talk to Jack Ledbetter.

Reluctantly he added a third.

3. Make a decision about my job.

He’d taken a week’s vacation to settle Gran’s estate, but it appeared it was going to take a lot longer. Once he took possession of the house, as he had tonight, he had to remain living there for a year.

He could hardly commute to Dallas.

Tucking the legal pad and pen back into his briefcase, he shut it and stood. It was too late to make any decisions tonight. Tomorrow, he’d get a fresh start.

He picked up his suitcase and headed down the hall to the bedroom that had always been his. The bedroom where he’d first made love to Katie.

No. He’d use the guest room. It held no memories for him. Neither of Gran nor Katie. It had always been kept in pristine condition, in case a visitor had dropped in. Gran was a proud housekeeper. Toward the end, he’d hired a neighbor to come in twice a week and clean for her. She’d hated that.

He opened the door to the guest room, finding it ready for a last-minute guest, as he’d known it would be. The decor was a little too feminine for his taste, but he’d suffer the flowered comforter and drapes tonight. After all, if he wasn’t staying, it wouldn’t matter. And if he was—

Nope. He couldn’t think about that tonight. He wanted to sleep, to forget the past, to deny the future. He was back in Cactus. That was enough for now.

OLD HABITS WERE HARD to break.

Gabe was awake at seven. In Dallas, he normally hit the shower at six-thirty, so he supposed he’d actually, technically, broken his early-morning habit, but there was no reason to roll out of bed this morning.

And, damn it, the coffee wouldn’t be ready until eight.

With a groan, he padded into the kitchen and adjusted the timer until he heard it turn on. Then he headed for the shower. By the time he finished, the coffee would be ready.

He was leaning against the counter, downing his first cup of coffee, when he heard a car in the driveway. A smile settled in place when he saw the sheriff’s official car. Cal had come to see him.

Then it occurred to him that maybe there was a problem. The phone wasn’t connected, but he had a cell phone. His parents would have called if—

He hurried to the back door. “Come in, Cal. Is anything wrong?”

“Not a thing. Thought you might like a little breakfast,” he said, holding up a white paper bag.

A cinnamon aroma filled the air and caused Gabe’s stomach to growl. “How’d you guess?” he asked with a grin.

“Not hard to do. Any more coffee?”

“You bet. Have a seat while I pour you a cup.”

Soon the two men were seated, munching on sausage rolls, with two fat cinnamon rolls waiting.

“These are great,” Gabe said. “You must be the luckiest man in the world.”

“How’s that?” Cal asked, his eyes closed as he savored another bite.

“To have a wife like Jessica.”

Cal grinned. “You won’t hear me complaining. Wait until you meet my son. Then you’ll really know how lucky I am.”

“How old is he?”

“Almost a year old. He’s starting to learn to walk. Which is a good thing, because Tuck’s been bragging about his little girl for a month now. Did you know that girls learn to walk before boys? Can you believe that?”

The disgust in Cal’s voice tickled Gabe. He chuckled and it felt good. He hadn’t been that happy when he’d awakened, but a good friend could cheer up a guy.

“I think that’s so girls can get a head start running away from boys.”

“Yeah,” Cal replied, his face suddenly serious. “I’ve sure had some cases where I’ve wished the woman would run. Domestic violence is ugly.”

An alarming thought filled Gabe. “Katie never—I mean, her husband didn’t—”

“Not that I know of. But he didn’t appreciate her. That’s for sure.”

“Maybe she was a lousy wife,” Gabe muttered, picking up the cinnamon roll and sniffing it.

“I doubt it. Even if she was, she’d make up for a lot of sins, being able to make these.”

Gabe had just taken a big bite. He almost choked on it before he could speak. “You mean Katie made these?”

“Well, of course. I stopped by The Lemon Drop Shop on my way over here.”