Man From Montana. Brenda Mott
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noon.
Derrick stretched out, lacing his hands behind his head on the pillow, letting the late-May breeze coming from the open window wash over him. He took pleasure in knowing that tonight his son slept under his roof and not Shelly’s. Still, thoughts of Kara wouldn’t let him sleep.
There was something about her that left him curious, wanting to know more.
He knew what it was, making him feel that way—that she’d lost her husband at such a young age. They’d both suffered the trauma of an unexpected accident. She’d lost her husband, and he’d lost the right to be a full-time father.
Derrick wished Shelly would give him more time with their son. Shelly had filled the primary role of raising Connor and that cut him deeply.
No matter.
He laughed dryly and pulled the blanket up over his waist. He was a living country song.
KARA GOT UP EARLY Sunday morning and dressed for church. Her attendance was sporadic, but Liz had phoned two days ago and asked if Kara would join her for this service, it being Memorial Day weekend.
“I’m just not up to driving today,” she’d said. “And you know Memorial Day was always so important to Bill.”
Evan’s father had spent years in the armed forces, and had died from health complications caused by his stint in Vietnam.
When would Liz realize she wasn’t the only grieving widow in the family, the only person with needs? But as soon as the thought was out, Kara felt guilty. The least she could do was be there for her mother-in-law, and playing chauffeur was not a lot to ask.
As Kara slipped into her old summer dress, she wondered if she wasn’t hoping to atone for her sin of the night before—thinking things about Derrick she had no business thinking. She’d been unable to get him off her mind all night. His voice had sent delicious shivers up her spine.
Being such a huge country music fan, she couldn’t believe she was lucky enough to have a neighbor who crooned to her. At least, that’s what it had felt like as Derrick sang.
What are you thinking?
Kara cringed.
She reached for her bible, then headed out the door.
Minutes later, she pulled up in front of Liz’s modest brick house. To Kara, the place always seemed swallowed by the enormous lawn—something else Kara took care of for her mother-in-law. The riding lawn mower Bill had left behind terrified the older woman.
A whiff of Chanel Number Five preceded Liz into the truck. Kara greeted her, then headed for the small, white-frame church in Sage Bend’s four-block downtown.
“Want to get a bite to eat?” Kara asked after the service.
Liz pulled a compact from her purse and checked her coral lipstick. “I don’t know…I felt a bit clammy earlier. Do you think I look pale? I was hoping this new lipstick would help put some color in my face.” She touched her cheek. “Blush, too.”
“You look fine,” Kara said.
At fifty-five, Liz was a pretty woman with a curvy figure. Her auburn hair—thick and wavy like Evan’s—was cut in a neat low-maintenance bob. Liz was as smart as a whip and, when she put her mind to it, she had a sharp sense of humor. In spite of her neediness, Liz was quite a catch. Kara was sure the many good qualities she saw in her mother-in-law were things men were also bound to notice and find attractive.
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