Wyoming Rugged

“Elise would never have risked her figure to have a child,” he said coldly. “She even said so.” He grimaced. “We had a hell of a fight after the Christmas I spent here. It disgusted me that she’d go to some party with her friends and not even bother to call to see how I was. She actually said to me the money was nice. It was a pity I came with it.”

“I’m so sorry,” she said with genuine sympathy. “I can’t imagine the sort of woman who’d marry a man for what he had. I couldn’t do that, even if I was dirt poor.”

He looked up into soft, pretty gray eyes. “No,” he agreed. “You’re the sort who’d get down in the mud with your husband and do anything you had to do to help him. Rare, Niki. Like that hothouse orchid pin I gave you for Christmas.”

She smiled. “I wear it all the time. It’s so beautiful.”

“Like you.”

She made a face. “I’m not beautiful.”

“What’s inside you is,” he replied, and he wasn’t kidding.

She flushed a little. “Thanks.”

He drew in a breath and shuddered. “Oh, God...” He shot out of the bed, heading toward the bathroom. He barely made it to the toilet in time. He lost his breakfast and about a fifth of bourbon.

When he finished, his stomach hurt. And there was Niki, with a wet washcloth. She bathed his face, helped him to the sink to wash out his mouth then helped him back to bed.

He couldn’t help remembering his mother, his sweet French mother, who’d sacrificed so much for him, who’d cared for him, loved him. It hurt him to remember her. He’d thought Elise resembled her. But it was this young woman, this angel, who was like her.

“Thanks,” he managed to croak out.

“You’ll be all right,” she said. “But just in case, I’m going downstairs right now to hide all the liquor.”

There was a lilt in her voice. He lifted the wet cloth he’d put over his eyes and peered up through a growing massive headache. She was smiling. It was like the sun coming out.

“Better hide it good,” he teased.

She grinned. “Can I get you anything before I leave?”

“No, honey. I’ll be fine.”

Honey. Her whole body rippled as he said the word. She tried to hide her reaction to it, but she didn’t have the experience for such subterfuge. He saw it, and worried. He couldn’t afford to let her get too attached to him. He was too old for her. Nothing would change that.

She got up, moving toward the door.

“Niki,” he called softly.

She turned.

“Thanks,” he said huskily.

She only smiled, before she went out and closed the door behind her.

* * *

“CAN WE HIDE the rest of the liquor?” she asked her father with a grin.

He chuckled. “He’ll leave it alone now. I imagine his head is two sizes too big, and he’s sick as a dog.”

“He certainly is,” she agreed. Her face hardened. “That horrible woman! If she wanted money, why didn’t she just get a job and make her own living?”

Todd looked at her with pride and affection. “That’s you, Niki. Elise is cut from a different sort of cloth. She wanted to have a life in the fast lane. She charmed Blair into thinking she wanted him.” He shook his head. “I think Christmas was the last straw. He was in bad shape, and she didn’t give a damn and made it obvious. She’ll fight him in court for alimony, of course,” he added harshly. “To the death, I imagine.”

“I imagine it’ll only last until she marries again,” she said. “That might not be long.”

He gave her an odd look. “I seriously doubt she’ll ever remarry.”

“Life goes on,” she said.

“Inevitably.” He kissed her on the forehead. “Happy graduation day, sweetheart,” he said softly. “I’m very proud of you. Sorry it ended in such misery.”

“I’m glad we brought Blair here,” she said. “God knows what he might have done, left alone with too much liquor.” She shivered inside. He must have loved Elise greatly. She said the last aloud to her father.

“He was infatuated with her, certainly. He’s not a playboy. He never was.”

“You’ve known him a long time, haven’t you?”

He nodded. “He’s a good man. Best friend I’ve ever had.”

“He’s been my friend, too,” she pointed out, smiling. “I don’t know what I’d have done if he hadn’t been here that night Harvey brought me home after our date.” She drew in a breath. “I’m still afraid to try dating again, you know.”

“Sweetheart, you can’t carry it around like a burden for the rest of your life,” he pointed out. “You’ll never be happy without a husband and children. You know that.”

She wrapped her arms around herself. “I’m not in good health,” she said slowly. “It...puts men off.”

“It won’t matter to any man who loves you.”

“You think so?” She had her doubts, but she smiled. “I’m going to help Edna in the kitchen.”

“Okay, Tidbit. I think I’ll watch the news.”

“Will you check on Blair, on your way to bed? Just in case?” she added.

He smiled. “Of course.”

She wanted to do that herself. But that look Blair had given her hadn’t been one of encouragement. She found him attractive, and she couldn’t manage to hide it. She knew it was going to cause problems.

CHAPTER THREE (#ulink_f1652492-c260-5cca-baea-bafe29b79608)

BLAIR WAS BARELY able to get out of bed the next day. His head hammered, and he was wobbly on his feet.

“Serves me right, I guess,” he said when Niki brought him hash browns and bacon in bed.

“Don’t say that,” she chided softly. “You were entitled. I’m sorry life is so hard for you right now. But it will get better. Really, it will.”

He looked up at her quietly. “You’re an optimist, Niki. I’m not. I see things from a different perspective. So will you, when you’re older,” he added in a faintly bitter tone.