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Chapter Three

Molly found her parasol precisely where she’d left it earlier in the day, leaning against the building outside Mrs. Singletary’s favorite millinery shop. Breathing a sigh of relief, she picked it up and backed away.

“Oh.” She found her progress halted by a wall of solid muscle. “Oh.”

She jerked forward, stumbled awkwardly, dropped the parasol.

A familiar pair of hands secured her balance with a firm but gentle hold.

Molly froze, stunned by the realization that she knew who had a hold of her. Garrett.

Garrett. Even if he hadn’t prevented her previous fall earlier in the day, she recognized the clean, woodsy spice of his shaving soap.

Before she could thank him, he turned her slowly to face him.

Their gazes locked.

Her mouth went dry as dust. He was so unbelievably dashing, standing with that relaxed looseness he’d earned from years of riding the range on his family’s ranch.

They continued to stare at one another.

The bristling intensity of the moment seemed too deep to fathom. Garrett had a look on his face she hardly recognized. He was absolutely...furious. Furious, with her.

But why? What had she done?

Nothing, that’s what, which meant he was upset about something else, something that couldn’t possibly have to do with her. And yet, he was glaring at her as though she’d done him precise harm.

She lifted her chin, refusing to cower. Or be the one to break the silence first.

“What? No suitors clamoring for your attention this afternoon, no hordes of men enthralled by your startling wit?” He looked her over with an insolent, thorough glance. “You’re losing your touch, Molly.”

The aggravation in his voice slid a chill across the base of her spine. What had brought on this dark mood of his? Since when did Garrett care if she had admirers? So shocked by his behavior, it required several attempts before she could respond calmly. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t you?” His lips twisted. “We both know you take great delight in leading men around by the nose, then casting them aside when you’re through with them.”

“I most certainly do not.” Now he was just being mean. And that wasn’t like Garrett, past or present.

Why this antagonism? It seemed so...so...personal. There hadn’t been anything personal between them in years.

As the daughter of a seasoned lawman, Molly knew when to stand and fight, and when to beat a tactical retreat. The latter was in order, but Garrett still held her.

“Let me go,” she whispered, keeping her voice free of emotion. “Please.”

His hands abruptly released her. Palms facing forward, Garrett stepped back, though he kept his gaze locked with hers, watching her closely. “Where’s Mrs. Singletary?”

“Having tea with a friend.”

“Ah.” The answer seemed to satisfy him, but the anger was still there, simmering just beneath the surface.

She found her own anger rising to meet his. “I fear I am one full step behind. Tell me.” She kept her voice even, her tone as cool as his. “What have I done to offend you?”

Pulling in a deep breath, he looked away. She saw the conflict in him, the rough tug of emotion he struggled to keep under control. He shifted his stance. Shadows from the awning overhead curtained his face, hiding his eyes from her now.

“Fanny has broken off her engagement with Reese.”

“She—” Molly’s hand flew to her throat “—what?”

“You heard me.”

No. No, no, no. That couldn’t be true. It just couldn’t. Thinking back to their last conversation, she sought to recall every word that had passed between them.

What had she said to her friend? Surely, Fanny hadn’t misunderstood her advice. “I need to speak with her.”

She set out down the sidewalk.

Garrett stopped her with a light grip on her arm. “She won’t see you.” He released his hold when she glanced pointedly at his hand. “Even Callie can’t get her to come out of her room and talk this over rationally.”

This was awful, absolutely terrible and so unlike her friend.

“Oh, Fanny,” Molly whispered softly. “What have you done?”

“What do you think she’s done? She’s followed your lead.”

Garrett blamed her for this? “I would never wish the pain of a broken engagement on anyone, not ever.”

“Is that so?” He didn’t seem convinced. “Then why did Fanny tell Reese that their union didn’t...add up?”

His words wrapped around her, replacing her previous sense of outrage with bone-deep guilt. “She...she actually said that, that she thought they didn’t...add up?”

“Let me guess.” Garrett towered over her, glaring down from his superior height. “You gave her one of your formulas to apply to her situation.”

Molly stiffened, but didn’t deny the accusation. She kept her head high, while her mind raced back to the alcove in the law firm.

You’re perfect for one another, she’d said to her friend. Fanny had agreed quickly, perhaps a bit too quickly. And then she’d said something altogether off-putting. So everyone keeps telling me.

Such a revealing response, and yet Molly hadn’t made the connection, not completely.

“What was the equation you gave her?” Garrett asked, his voice disturbingly patient. “I need to know exactly what you said if I’m going to fix this for her.”

Molly lifted her chin even higher. “I gave her a simple equation, with only four variables.”

“Four variables,” he repeated, his gaze softening for a split second as he inched closer. “Only four, like always?”

“Yes, like always.”

Her stomach did a slow, spiraling somersault. She remembered the times they used to walk the rugged land, hand in hand, discussing their plans for the future. It hurt to realize how close they’d once been and yet how far apart they were now. Their chance at happiness had come and gone, in its place only long intervals of loneliness.

“What were the variables?” Not waiting for her answer, he stepped back, looking pensive. She’d seen him like this too many times not to recognize that he was in planning mode.

At least his anger had dissipated a bit.

Sighing, Molly wrapped her arms tightly around her waist. “I told her to start with prayer.”

“A wise beginning,” he admitted, a bit reluctantly if his grudging tone was anything to go by.

“Then I said she should spend time in the Bible.”

“Sound advice.” He released a jagged breath. “And the third variable?”

“Trust in the Lord’s guidance, of course.”

“Of course.” He almost smiled at her then, not quite but almost. It gave her the courage to continue.

“And, lastly,” she squared her shoulders, “I told her...”

She broke off, pressed her lips tightly together and looked away, because now she knew why Fanny had broken off her engagement with Reese.

Clearly, her friend had been far more upset than she’d let on, and Molly hadn’t seen it. She hadn’t recognized that Fanny was deeply confused. In pain. Alone with her terrible doubts and concerns.

If only she had recognized the truth.

Would it have made a difference? No, she would have given her friend the same advice.

“Molly.” Garrett’s voice dropped to a whisper. “What was the fourth variable you gave my sister?”

She fought back a wave of sorrow, and maybe a little envy, knowing that Fanny had adopted the one part of the equation Molly had failed to apply to her own life.

Twice, she’d convinced herself the final variable wasn’t important. Twice, she’d lied to herself. Twice, she’d suffered the utter humiliation of abandonment by a man who had proposed and claimed to love her above all others.

“I told her to—”

“The exact words, Molly. Your exact words.”

“I said.” She stared into Garrett’s handsome, severe face with nothing but regret washing over her. “Follow your heart.”

* * *

Follow your heart.

Only as Molly pronounced those three perplexing words did Garrett realize why he’d been so uncomfortable hearing them in Reese’s office. She’d given him the exact same advice seven years ago, when he’d struggled over whether to become a full-time rancher like his brothers, or pursue a career in law.

Both avenues had appealed, for very different reasons. One had meant the comfort and safety of the known, of family. The other had called for a leap of faith, but had promised freedom from forever being labeled as that “other” Mitchell boy.

Although he was satisfied with his choice—now—Garrett had been torn back then. Molly had methodically broken down each choice with him, calling on Scripture to reinforce various points. In the end, she’d left the decision up to him, with one final word of advice. You must follow your heart, Garrett.

Follow his heart? What did that mean anyway? He still wasn’t sure.

If Molly had given him any indication she wanted him to stay home, he would have become a rancher in a heartbeat. No regrets. But she hadn’t asked. She’d let him walk away from her, and all the plans they’d made in secret.

You didn’t ask her to come with you, either. You didn’t ask her to wait for you.

No. She was supposed to fight for him, for them. But she hadn’t. So he’d left. Angry, hurt, miserable.

Pride. He’d had more than his share back then, probably still did. A trait he had in common with the lovely woman staring up at him.

Long day, he thought, rubbing a hand over his face. Long, never-ending day full of too much emotion and too many memories.

“Thank you, Molly. I appreciate your honesty.”

She opened her mouth to respond.

But Garrett wasn’t finished. “You have lent me considerable perspective on the situation.”

She sucked in a ragged breath, pushed it out inside a humorless laugh. “Have I, now?”

Her sarcasm made him wince. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he selected his next words carefully. “You can’t deny that your formula influenced Fanny’s decision.”

“You still blame me for her actions?” Her eyes narrowed to tiny slits. “After I just explained what I said to her?”

“I’m not blaming you...” He paused. “Not directly, at any rate. I’m merely pointing out your role in this unfortunate event.”

“My role in this unfortunate event.” She repeated his words very calmly, very deliberately through very tight lips.

Where was his finesse, Garrett wondered, his superior use of the English language? Exhaling slowly, he tried another tactic. “I’ve always believed, Molly, that one of your greatest gifts is your power of persuasion.”

Her eyes filled with skepticism.

“It’s true. Most people—” men especially “—can’t help but be swayed by your...” He searched for the right word. “Influence.”

Garrett certainly had never been able to resist her charms. He’d thought of her often over the past seven years. Even now, softened by their common purpose, he couldn’t take his eyes off the girl he’d once loved more than his youthful heart could bear.

“My...influence? You make me sound as crafty as Samson’s Delilah, or Potiphar’s wife at her most calculating. Or maybe—” she advanced on him, her jaw tight, her eyes flashing “—you think me as devious as Jezebel.”

Sarcasm. Hurt. So much of both were there in her narrowed gaze, in the stiff angle of her shoulders.

“It’s not a bad thing, you know, swaying people to your way of thinking.” For the most part, that’s how Garrett made his living. “Every person who meets you is better for the experience.”

“Even you, Garrett?”

“Especially me.” He prayed she heard the sincerity in his tone, the truth in his words. He never regretted loving Molly. He only regretted losing her, regretted not doing enough to win her heart once and for all.

“Look, what I’m trying to say is...” What? What was he trying to say? “I’m sorry for implying your words persuaded Fanny’s behavior in this matter. My sister can be stubborn when she gets something in her head.”

“That’s certainly true.” A beat passed. And then another. “Apology accepted.”

She lifted a careless shoulder as if the matter of his distrust was of little consequence, but the sadness in her eyes gave her away.

“Molly—”

“Stop talking, and let me think how to help Fanny.”

Yes, perhaps it was best to hold his tongue. For now.

He watched—in silence—as she wound a lock of shimmering black hair around her finger. Round and round and round. Until this moment, Garrett hadn’t allowed himself the luxury of looking at her, to really look at her without interruption and without thinking too hard about the consequences. She was still so beautiful, her features as delicate as a porcelain doll, as precious as fine china. There ought to be a law against that sort of beauty walking freely about town.

He cleared his throat.

The gesture seemed to spur her to action. Without another word, she set out in the direction of the boardinghouse where Fanny rented a room with their other sister, Callie.

Garrett followed, determined to prevent Molly from doing—or saying—something rash in the heat of the moment. Catching her in two long strides, he moved directly in her path.

She gave him a pointed look. “You are in my way.”

“I know.” He widened his stance.

“Ah.” Hands fisted at her sides, she jerked her chin at him. “I see you are in one of your stubborn moods.”

“Not even remotely.” In fact, he was trying very hard to remain calm, to think of Fanny, only Fanny. A nearly impossible feat with Molly standing so close, looking up at him with those big, striking, blue, blue eyes. Eyes that turned his brain to mush, still, after all these years.

“Let’s both try to be reasonable here.” He softened the suggestion with a smile.

“Reasonable?” She sniffed. “I’m not sure that’s possible.” But instead of continuing on her way, or expanding on her words, she leaned toward him, ever so slightly, eyes blinking rapidly up at him. She had more to say, he saw it in her troubled gaze, and knew he wasn’t going to like it.

Still, he waited, fascinated by the display of emotion on her face, the exotic curve of her lips, the slight tilt of her head. It was his turn to lean forward.

Step back, he told himself. You didn’t come home for this. You didn’t turn down the job in St. Louis for her.

He remained frozen on the spot, the sights and sounds of the busy street all but ignored, because this was Molly. Molly.

His first love. His only love.

The beautiful girl who had never truly been his.

For a split second he was slung back in time, when things were simpler between them and they could read each other’s thoughts. He moved a bit closer. Closer, closer...

He froze.

What was he doing? What was he thinking? He was descending on Molly, as if he was going to kiss her, out in the open, on a busy street, where anyone could see them if they were paying attention. Someone was always paying attention.

As if coming to a similar conclusion, Molly frowned, shifted to her left and resumed walking.

Garrett followed again, this time a few steps behind.

A block later, they arrived at Mrs. Agatha’s Boardinghouse for Women. An unassuming structure, the house was as plain as its proprietress. The three-story home, painted a dull gray, reminded Garrett of a woman’s dormitory on a college campus.

Like any housemother, Mrs. Agatha had strict rules of conduct for her residents. That, among other reasons, was why the family had been happy enough to see Fanny and Callie settle here while they worked at the Hotel Dupree, Fanny as a concierge and Callie in the kitchens.

Had it been wise to allow the girls to move off the ranch? Not that anyone could have stopped them. Well-educated, far too worldly after returning home from school out East, both had claimed they didn’t fit on the ranch anymore.

Molly, on the other hand, fit perfectly on the ranch. She fit just as well here in Denver. In truth, she fit everywhere, anywhere. He’d forgotten that about her, forgotten her ability to blend in wherever she went, and befriend whomever she met. Her inner light drew others to her. Garrett was no exception.

Heart lodged in his throat, he watched her stare up at the boardinghouse’s entrance. “We should formulate a plan,” he said, mainly to break the silence between them.

Although she’d given no indication she was aware of his presence, she didn’t seem surprised he’d spoken. “Oh, Garrett, I thought I was encouraging her when I gave her my four-step formula. Now, I’m not so sure. Then again—” a sigh leaked out of her “—if Fanny doesn’t love Reese enough to want to marry him, then maybe, maybe she’s making the right decision.”

Was she speaking from experience? Had Molly broken her own engagements because she hadn’t loved her fiancés enough to spend the rest of her life with them?

A pleasing thought, to be sure, one that sent an unexpected surge of relief spreading through him. Satisfaction, too.

Focus, Garrett. This isn’t about you, or Molly, or the past. “The important point is that my sister has changed her mind about Reese and we need to find out why.”

“Agreed.”

A rare moment of solidarity passed between them and they shared a brief smile. Turning as one, they commandeered the steps leading into the boardinghouse together. They progressed side by side, their movements perfectly in sync with one another. For an instant, they were back at a place of deep understanding, where words weren’t necessary between them.

The sensation brought on a spurt of hope, nearly breaking through Garrett’s cynical heart. Problem was he relied heavily on his well-honed cynicism to keep him from making a mistake. A mistake, such as, say...drawing Molly’s hand into his and forgetting all about their tumultuous history.

Don’t do it, he warned himself. Not a single glance in her direction. He lasted an entire three seconds.

Then, he turned his head.

She stole his breath, just as she had when he was a boy. Feeling boldly nostalgic, he reached out.

And...

Closed his hand over hers.