Second Chance Cowboy. B.J. Daniels
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expect?” she asked herself, sounding just like her mother. Her mother, even dead for years, was right. “Can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.”
Arlene hurriedly washed the makeup she’d experimented with from her face and changed into a shirt, jeans and boots. She was what she was, and this date with Hank Monroe was a one-time shot.
She thought about the first time she’d seen him and couldn’t help but smile. He’d called about signing up for her rural Internet dating service. His voice had been deep and soft and had a strange thrilling effect on her.
They’d agreed to meet at a local café so she could get him signed up. She’d been nervous about meeting him because he wasn’t like most of her clients—twenty- to thirtysomething. He was forty-eight—mature, like herself.
The minute she’d walked into the café, she’d spotted him. He’d looked up and their eyes had met.
It sounded ridiculous, she knew, but her heart had begun to pound wildly. Hank Monroe wasn’t handsome, but there was a masculine strength in his features and in the broad shoulders, slim hips and long legs cased in denim. He looked like a man who could wrestle grizzly bears if he had a mind to.
And, her smile growing as she remembered the first time he’d laughed, he’d made her laugh, surprising them both since hers resembled a donkey’s bray.
Hank Monroe had made her feel young and beautiful—all the things she wasn’t.
Which should be a clue.
Her mother again. But it was true. Hank had signed up for her dating service to meet women, not date the owner of the service. Who knows why he’d asked her out? Just being polite, she could only assume, suddenly glad she hadn’t dressed up. No reason to act like this was a real date after all.
As she came out of her bedroom, she found her son Bo sitting on the couch, watching television, a huge bag of potato chips in his lap, his bare feet up on her coffee table.
With a frown, she brushed his feet off the table and took the bag of chips from him even as he protested.
“Hey! What am I supposed to eat for dinner?” he groused.
“There are leftovers in the fridge,” she said, putting a clip on the chips and taking a cloth back to the living room to wipe the smudges from the coffee table.
“Leftovers?” he demanded indignantly.
She turned down the television volume and straightened to look at her twenty-three-year-old son. He’d been her pride and joy. In her eyes he could do no wrong. She shuddered as she recalled when that had changed.
“Where is your sister?” she asked, determined not to get into an argument with him. Not before her date, anyway.
He shrugged.
Arlene realized she hadn’t seen Charlotte since her almost-nineteen-year-old had left for her doctor’s appointment earlier that afternoon. Charlotte’s old blue sedan wasn’t parked out front, and Arlene realized she hadn’t heard Bo and Charlotte arguing for hours.
“She should be back from her doctor’s appointment by now. Did she call?”
Bo’s attention was back on the television. “Nope.”
Arlene frowned, hoping the appointment had gone well. Charlotte had been more irritable than usual before she’d left. Arlene remembered how uncomfortable it was being pregnant the last few months. She wondered if Charlotte wasn’t having second thoughts about keeping the baby. She could only hope.
“Well, when your sister gets home. make sure she eats something besides potato chips and candy bars. Remind her she’s feeding a baby who needs something nutritious to eat.”
For a moment Arlene thought about canceling her date. If she didn’t cook something, she was afraid neither Bo nor Charlotte would eat properly.
“Promise me you’ll eat and make sure Charlotte does.”
Bo rolled his eyes. He’d heard this enough times. For months she’d harped on Charlotte to take care of herself for the baby’s sake. Not that Charlotte had any business being pregnant, Arlene thought as she headed for her car—and her date.
Her date. What had she been thinking? Dating was for people half her age who still had the stamina—and the optimism. She had neither.
She’d made a point of insisting she would meet Hank Monroe at the restaurant. He’d wanted to pick her up at her house, but the last thing she wanted was for him to meet her family. She knew that once he did, it would be the kiss of death, and she just wanted to enjoy this moment in time knowing it couldn’t last anyway.
Why shoot herself in the foot before she even got out of the starting gate?
HANK MONROE LOOKED up as his date came through the restaurant door. He smiled, recalling the first time he’d laid eyes on her. What was it about Arlene that had resonated with his own life? He couldn’t be sure. Something in her soft brown eyes. In the determined set of her shoulders. In her hesitant, shy smile.
And that laugh…
Now, as he watched her tug her shirt down over her slim jeans and saw how uncomfortable she looked as she glanced around the restaurant, he felt his heart go out to her again.
Arlene was tall and rangy like a lot of Montana ranch women. Nothing like his petite, classically pretty ex-wife Bitsy. He tried not to see Arlene through Bitsy’s eyes. Bitsy took everything at face value. She would never have understood what he saw in this woman. But then, Bitsy had never understood him, had she?
Nor would Bitsy appreciate a woman like Arlene Evans. Few people would, he realized. Bitsy had always been comfortable in her skin. Arlene, he suspected, never had.
He rose quickly, his smile broadening, hoping to reassure her. “You look wonderful.” It was true, although he saw she didn’t believe it.
Her cheeks flared. “I didn’t know what to wear.”
“Your choice was perfect.” He pulled out the chair for her and mentally kicked himself. He shouldn’t have picked a fancy restaurant for their first date.
As he took the chair across from her, he watched her try to relax. Something else that didn’t come easy for Arlene. The woman had an energy that was like being close to a live electrical wire.
“I haven’t been on a date in a while,” she said.
He smiled. “Me either. Feels odd, huh?”
“Yes. But…nice.”
It did feel nice. “So tell me how the matchmaking business is going,” he said, leaning toward her.
She brightened and told him she had a half dozen new clients just this week alone. “I still can’t believe it.”
“You had a great idea and you’ve made it happen. You should be very proud of yourself.”
“Knock on wood,” she said, lightly tapping the table.
She didn’t seem the superstitious type. He wondered what had her worried. Or if, like him, she was leery when things seemed to be going too well.
LATER THAT NIGHT, after their date, Hank had that exact feeling as he checked the perimeter of the ranch house, as he always did before he entered the house. Old habits died hard. Other people would have thought it paranoid. For him it was merely prudent and part of his life. The life he’d once chosen and had only recently escaped from.
He’d had a great time tonight. That alone worried him. He’d signed up for the dating service on a whim. Once he’d met Arlene, he hadn’t wanted to meet any other women. He wasn’t even sure he was ready to date. It felt too dangerous. But he’d asked Arlene out. And he couldn’t say he was sorry. Just worried.
There were some things that were inescapable. Guilt. Regret. And his old life. It dwarfed