Outlaw's Honor. B.J. Daniels
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inseparable. Across the street, she spotted Tori with her little sister Quinn. The younger one seemed to be arguing that she wanted to leave, but Tori was holding tight to the back of her sister’s hoodie.
“Did you have a day in mind?” Maggie asked, noticing that Wendy was trying to read the schedule book upside down.
“I don’t know. What do you have?” the teen said around a wad of gum.
“I would imagine you’ll need it after school—”
“No, it doesn’t matter. During the day is fine. Maybe...” Her gaze was on the book in front of Maggie. “Wednesday’s good at nine. I don’t have a class until after lunch that day.”
“Fine, I’ll pencil you in. You’ll let me know if you change your mind.” Maggie had dealt with these girls when they were younger.
“I won’t,” Wendy said, and she popped a bubble with her gum as she turned and left.
Across the street, Tori Clark finally let go of her little sister as Wendy streaked across to join them. She watched for a moment as the two friends put their heads together, then laughed, but they were soon chasing after Quinn who was a half block away.
Maggie wondered for a moment what she’d just witnessed. Then she picked up the phone and called Wendy’s mother.
Rachel Westbrook answered on the fourth ring. She sounded out of breath. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry, this is Maggie Thompson at Just Hair. Did I catch you in the middle of something?”
“Yoga.”
“I’ll let you get right back to it. Wendy was just in and scheduled—”
“Do you need my credit card number right now?” She still sounded out of breath. Also from some distance, a male voice said, “Hang up. Buy something later,” then laughed.
“Not necessary. Sorry to interrupt.” Maggie hung up, telling herself that if Wendy didn’t show for her appointment, she thought Rachel would be happy to pay anyway since everyone in town knew that her pilot husband, Don, was away flying the Seattle–New York route for the next two weeks.
* * *
DARBY REALIZED THAT every day Mariah was scheduled to work, he found himself listening for the rumble of her motorcycle. Today was no different. And every day he knew that he might not hear it. He might not hear it ever again.
Would she just give up and leave? That he doubted. No, he thought she would come for the bracelet. He just didn’t know how—or if she would have help. So far he hadn’t seen her with anyone. Men hit on her at the bar, but she brushed them off like flies. No, he didn’t think she would enlist anyone to help her. Mariah was too independent for that.
Darby had watched her rub her bare wrist sometimes as if it hurt. As if the bracelet was a missing limb. We should stop this, he thought. End this before it goes any further.
But this past week, he’d awakened every day with excitement in his belly. He’d looked forward to the days that he worked with Mariah. There was an anticipation in him that made the food that Billie Dee cooked taste even more amazing.
Darby couldn’t explain this feeling. All he knew was that he didn’t want to go back to the days before Mariah.
It was crazy and he knew it. His sister was right. He still had no idea who the woman really was. Or what she was capable of. But as insane as it seemed, that was part of the excitement.
At the growl of her motorcycle engine, he felt himself relax. It was just another day at the saloon. But at the back of his mind, he wondered how long this could last. How long she was going to let it?
* * *
“SORRY ABOUT EARLIER,” Lillie said as she plopped down at the bar several hours later. “I didn’t mean to give you a hard time about Mariah.” She glanced over her shoulder to make sure the woman couldn’t hear, but Mariah was busy with a group that had just come in. “I hate this new schedule. I never see you anymore. I miss talking with you.”
“I miss you too. But soon your house will be done, you’ll be happily married and summer will be over. Things always slow down in the winter. But right now, you have a lot on your plate.”
She groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“Oh, come on—it can’t be that bad.”
“Ha. Like you know anything about it. What kind of decorating have you done with the apartment?” she asked.
He laughed. “You can’t stand it. You want to see upstairs, don’t you?”
“I just want to see what you’ve done.”
“Lillie, you know me. I haven’t done anything.”
“I could help you.”
He shook his head. “Don’t look so disappointed. I love you, but the apartment will never be as nice as when you lived there. I like things...simple.”
“It wouldn’t hurt to add just a few things. Maybe some pillows or a wall hanging or—”
“Lillie, what is going on with you?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” she snapped as she got up to come around the bar and poured herself a cola. “I will never understand you. Kendall was all wrong for you, according to you. But Mariah? What are you waiting for?”
He looked across the room at the woman taking orders from the large table. Mariah made it look easy. She made a lot of things look easy and appealing. He liked the way she smelled, that citrusy perfume she wore. He liked the way she moved, like a sleek cat. He liked the way she smiled, her dark eyes gleaming.
“She likes you, so what is the problem?” his sister demanded quietly.
He chuckled. “You’re sure it’s me she’s interested in?”
“What? You think she wants the bar?” Lillie shook her head. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”
“Really?” he asked, turning to gaze into his sister’s beautiful face. “And how exactly does she look at me?”
“Like a woman who is trying to figure out a man. But it is more than that. She looks at you like she has feelings for you and she wishes she didn’t.”
Darby laughed. “All that in a look?”
“Make fun, but it’s true. And you know what? I can tell that you are interested in her. I’ve seen you watching her.” Lillie grinned as if she’d discovered a truth that he’d tried hard to hide. “Admit it.”
“I’m fascinated by the woman,” Darby confessed.
“I knew it. So ask her out.”
He shook his head. “Fascinated from a distance, a safe distance. Like you pointed out before, what do we know about her?”
“You’re going to let fear stand in your way?” She sounded appalled. But then again, she was an engaged woman in love.
“Nothing wrong with a good healthy dose of fear.” He had good reason to fear Mariah’s motivations—and her interest in him.
* * *
MARIAH CAME BACK to the bar with her order. Darby had his arm around his sister as the two stood together laughing.
“You just need to settle into your new lifestyle,” Darby was saying to his sister. “Once the wedding is over and the house is done, you’ll be just fine. Trust me.”
Lillie smiled up at him. “I do trust you. Trust me. Take a chance.”
He laughed and gently pushed her away. “Go, bride-to-be. The sooner this wedding is over, the happier we will all be.”
As Mariah watched Lillie leave, she felt a pang of envy at how close