Controlled Burn (4 page)

Of course, the chances of that were worse than slim to none. With her luck, he was already long gone from the area.

“Okay, okay. Well, take your time this morning. But if you feel like it, run into town and see Jeb and Darlene. You worked there all through high school, and they always ask about you.”

“Maybe I can hit them up for a job as a waitress.”

“I’m sure they’d love it, but your future can hold so much more.” Patsy rose from her chair, walked over to Montana, and gave her a big hug. “Like I said before, take your time. There’s no reason to rush.”

Montana refilled her cup and carried it out to the back porch. Her mother was right. She needed time to get past the bitterness consuming her as well as the embarrassment at being so naïve. And stupid. She still didn’t know why Richard had put on an all-out campaign to woo her. Maybe because he’d figured a girl from a small Texas town would be naïve enough not to know how he screwed around. And also would be so grateful for his attention and wowed by the lifestyle, she’d do whatever he told her. How stupid she’d been. She should have left when he’d started complaining about her work, telling her he’d married her so
he
could be her fulltime job.

Once bitten.

Then an image of Mr. Hotstuff flashed across her brain, and her body reacted at once. With no panties beneath her sleep shirt, she could feel the embarrassing wetness of her juices seeping from her pussy and the ache in her breasts. The muscles in her buttocks clenched automatically as his words came back to her—“If we ever get together again, I’m going to take you here.”—and the feel of his finger at her opening.

Enough.

She needed to do something. Today was the first day of the rest of her life. She shouldn’t spend it mooning over some guy she’d never see again. Okay, shower first. Then she’d drive into town and drop in at the diner. She wanted to make sure the Royals were okay.

As she drove down Main Street, she noted little had changed in all these years. Oh, stores had given themselves a facelift, keeping their facades fresh and new. The benches in front of places like Have a Cuppa, Book ‘Em, Feed and Seed, and The Chuck Wagon had been replaced. Huge ceramic pots of flowers stood next to them, and colorful flags proclaiming
Enjoy Life in Winslow
hung from the lampposts.

The streets were busier than she expected for a Tuesday. Then she remembered a lot of people came from San Antonio and other cities to shop at the quaint stores for which Winslow was so famous. She saw three women walking into her mother’s shop as she drove past and smiled.

The Sunrise Diner sat in a lot by itself about halfway down the street. It was a rectangular stucco building the Royals had decorated very attractively. When he was younger, Jeb and his sons had built a porch across the front where comfortable rocking chairs beckoned. People often took their lunch outside on a nice day. Navy shutters framed the windows, and more giant pots of flowers stood at either side of the two steps leading up to the door.

Montana took a moment to drink it all in, remembering the happy hours she’d spent here, even though she’d worked her ass off. As soon as she pushed the door open, a combination of delicious aromas hit her nostrils. The cinnamon buns for which the diner was famous, the breakfast casserole, the chili slow cooking in the kitchen for lunch. Montana’s salivary glands went to work overtime.

About half of the booths were filled, as well as two of the stools at the counter, with people having a late breakfast or coffee and a cinnamon roll. Might one of them be Mr. Hotstuff from last night?

Dream on, girl. He’s long gone from here, and you know it.

Maybe she’d go back to Pete’s tonight. Or tomorrow night. Damn! For one insane moment, she wondered if it was possible to become addicted to sex after one night. She really wanted to smack herself. This was so not like her. Of course, she’d been married for ten years to a real douchebag, so she wasn’t sure what was like her these days anyway.

Forget about him. He’s probably wiped me from his mind by now, anyway.

Montana hitched herself onto a stool at the end of the counter, smiling at the waitress who approached her with a mug and coffee pot.

“Just coffee,” she told her. “Is Darlene here? Or Jeb?”

The woman filled the heavy mug. “Yes. Can I tell her who’s asking?”

“Never mind. I heard the voice.” Darlene Royal burst through the swinging doors to the kitchen, bustled around the end of the counter, and practically pulled Montana off the stool with her hug. “Montana. God, it’s so wonderful to see you.”

“You, too, Darlene.”

After Darlene nearly squeezed the life out of her, she stood back and inspected Montana from top to bottom.

“Well, at least, thank the lord, you didn’t come back looking like one of the plastic women in Los Angeles. I don’t know what you ever found to like out there.”

“At this point, I’m not sure I know, either.” She kissed the older woman’s cheek. “But I’m back here now.”

“To stay?”

Montana shrugged. “Don’t know yet. I haven’t been back twenty-four hours. Listen, do you have time for a cup of coffee? Mom tells me you guys had a barn fire last night, and I want to make sure you and Jeb are okay.”

“I always have time for you, honey.”

In seconds, they were seated in a corner booth, steaming mugs of coffee and a plate of fragrant cinnamon rolls between them. Montana picked one up, took a bite, and hummed in satisfaction.

“Mmmmmm. These are as yummy good as I remember.” She licked a drop of icing from her lip. “If I stay around here too long, you’ll have to lock these away from me, or I’ll be big as a house.”

“Darlene laughed. “I doubt that. You never did put on an ounce.”

“Times change, and so do our bodies.” Then, as if in defiance, she took another large bite, chewed blissfully, and swallowed. “Okay, enough of this. Tell me about the fire.”

Darlene shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. We had run out to do some errands before it got too dark. The minute we turned onto our street, we saw the flames and knew it was our place. I called 911 while Jeb parked in front. I wouldn’t let him pull into the driveway. We saw the barn was beyond saving, so we turned the hoses on the house until the fire department got there. It’s a blessing the barn was a good enough distance away.”

“Good thing you came home when you did, or the results might have been different.” It actually made her ill to think of someone harming these people.

Darlene took a sip of her coffee. “I’ll tell you, it made Jeb and me rethink our whole situation here. We’ve been wanting to sell the house and the business and move to Colorado where our son and his family live. Maybe this is a sign we should get a move on.”

“Sell?” Montana raised her eyebrows. “I can’t imagine this place without you.”

“Montana, honey, everyone retires sooner or later. The problem is finding the right buyer. We’d want someone who would keep up the atmosphere and reputation, not turn it into another fast food joint.”

A flutter danced in Montana’s stomach. She took in the diner’s comfortable charm and had the strange feeling she’d really come home. “You’d sell? No kidding?”

“Heck, yes. Like I told you, we’ve been talking about it for a while. When I think of how bad the fire could have been last night…well, it’s like a sign. You know?”

Montana gripped her mug. She had only been an impulsive person once in her life—when she married asshole Richard Havilland. But something inside her was telling her it was time to take another chance. A leap of faith. God. She should probably talk this over with her folks, first. Find out exactly what was really going on here, if business was good, if she could make a go of it. But in the back of her mind, she could see herself in jeans and a polo shirt with Sunrise Diner on it, bustling between the kitchen and the counter.

“But who would cook?” She did okay in the kitchen, but her skills were more in management and service. “And make these delicious buns?”

“We’ve thought about that. We hired a cook a couple of years ago when Jeb needed to cut back standing on his feet.”

“No kidding? Where did you find him?”

“Charlie worked on a ranch on the other side of the county for years. Did a lot of the cooking there. He was ready for a change, heard we were asking around for someone, and came to talk to us.”

Montana leaned forward and asked in a hopeful tone, “Does he bake, too?”

Darlene chuckled. “Not hardly. But we’ve been talking to Icing on the Cake about supplying pastries for us if it came to that.” She cocked her head. “Why are you asking all these questions, anyway?”

She drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I need to step back and think about this a bit, but what if
I
bought this place?”

“Oh, honey, that’s a big step to take. You just got into town. Don’t you want to get settled first? Decide what you want to do?”

“Yes.” Montana nodded. “But I have to believe this is an accident of fate. It’s—“

Whatever else she might have said was cut off when the door opened, a tall figure strode in, and every bit of air left her lungs. The man turned in her direction, and she locked gazes with Mr. Hotstuff himself.

Boone was frozen in place. He had left his pickup at the feed store for them to load when they got time and headed down the street for coffee at the Sunshine Diner. The last person he expected to see drinking coffee with Darlene Royal was the woman of his dreams. And probably all future sexual fantasies. Last night, the anguish and frustration of fighting yet another deliberately set blaze had wrapped him in a cloak of misery. He’d never understand why anyone wanted to deliberately destroy someone else’s property, especially in such a dangerous, devastating way.

But when the mouthwatering blonde walked into Pete’s and sat down on the stool next to him, it was as if he’d been given a shot of the best medicine in the world. The air between them had been so electrified, he was surprised they hadn’t lit up the entire bar. Their hours together had wiped the shadows from his mind and made him realize there was as much good as bad in the world.

This morning, he’d been kicking himself for not asking her name or getting her phone number. And now, as if conjured up by his wishes, here she sat in his favorite restaurant. From the expression on her face, she was as shocked as he was. Somehow, he unstuck his boots from the floor and made himself walk over to the booth where she sat.

“Why, Boone!” Darlene jumped up and gave him a hug. “I’ll never be able to thank you enough for what you did last night. Jeb and I both owe you for saving the house.”

Always uncomfortable with praise, he gave the woman a perfunctory hug back then eased her arms away from his body.

“It was a squad effort.”

“And Evan Hunter deserves as much praise as anyone,” she told him. “He was fearless. I tell you, for a kid, he does really well. Worked his fanny off, for sure.”

Boone started to say something then shut up. For the moment, he was keeping his suspicions to himself.

Darlene turned to the woman still seated in the booth. “Montana, meet Boone Crider. Full-time rancher and part-time volunteer firefighter. The county’s best, I’d say.”

One corner of the blonde’s mouth turned up in a tiny grin. “Nice to meet you.”

“Boone, this is Montana Wade. Her mother owns the specialty shop down the street, and Dr. Wade who treats your animals is her father.”

“Is that so? You’re the fancy daughter he’s always talking about who lives in California?”

She blushed a becoming shade of pink. “Not so fancy, and not from California anymore.”

Boone cocked an eyebrow. “That so?”

“Yes,” Darlene bubbled. “She’s come home, and she might be staying. Isn’t that wonderful?”

His cock certainly thought it was as it swelled and flexed behind his fly. Holy shit! The woman he’d been afraid he’d never see again, right here in his backyard?

“I think you’ll definitely brighten up the county, Miss Wade.”

“Montana. Please. If you live here, you know we’re not too formal.”

Darlene stepped away from the booth. “Here, Boone. Have a seat. I need to get back to the kitchen. Coffee and cinnamon roll, as usual? I’ll have Sheila bring them out to you right away.” She eyed Montana. “You think about what you said, honey. Make sure it’s what you want. If it is, you come back, and we’ll talk about details.”

He slid into the booth across from her. His gaze locked with hers. He hadn’t even touched her, but already he could feel the air around them sizzle and heat envelop them.

“I can’t believe you’re here. In Winslow. In the Sunshine Diner. Jesus.” He took off his Stetson, put it on the seat beside him, and raked his fingers through his hair. “I don’t…I didn’t….”

Shit! He felt like a stupid dumbass. He never got tongue tied, but this woman just did it to him.

“I’m a little surprised, myself. Being here and running into you.”

She had a pleasant smile on her face and spoke in the same warm tone that crackled through his nerve endings. But she was clutching her mug a little too tightly, and uncertainty lurked in her emerald eyes.

“I, uh, live here.” Smooth, dumbass. Real smooth.

“I figured that out. A rancher and a firefighter. So, I’m going to assume last night you had a bad blaze, and it really got to you.”

Sheila, the waitress, placed a mug of coffee and two hot rolls in front of him, gave him a flirty smile, and, when he barely nodded, flounced away.

“Yeah.” He stared down at his mug. “It could have been a lot worse. I’m guessing you know it was the Royal’s barn, since you were in here talking to them. Thank god, it didn’t spread to their house.” He rubbed his forehead. “We’ve had a real rash of them lately. Barn fires, that is. So far, no one’s been hurt, but we might not continue to be so lucky.”

Concern flashed across her face. “Arson? I can’t imagine it in Winslow. Hell, in this county.”

“Neither can I. Neither can any of us. Ray Curtis, the fire chief, is pulling his hair out. None of these barns are worth a hill of beans as far as insurance goes. And every victim has come up squeaky clean.”