McKettricks of Texas: Tate

She smiled. “Oil derricks and dinosaurs,” she replied.

Tate pushed a button on his visor, and the gates swung wide, then whispered closed again as soon as they passed through. Hildie, quiet for most of the ride, began to get restless, pacing from one end of the back seat to the other.

Once again, Libby dared hope her dog wasn’t planning to move in with Tate and forget all about her, the way Ambrose and Buford apparently had.

“Derricks and dinosaurs,” Tate reflected.

“You might say there’s a crude connection,” Libby said.

Tate groaned at the bad pun, but then he laughed.

When they reached the ranch house, he drove around back instead of parking under the portico or in the garage, and Libby gasped with pleasure when she caught sight of the castle.

It was enchanting. Even magical.

“Wow,” she said.

Tate shut off the truck, cast a rueful glance over the ornate structure and got out to help Hildie out of the back seat.

Set free, Hildie ran in circles, as excited as a pup, and when Ambrose and Buford dashed out of the castle and raced toward her, all former grudges were forgotten. She wag-tailed it over to meet them like they were long-lost friends.

The twins waved from separate windows in the castle, one at ground level and one in a turret.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” Libby said, shading her eyes from the presunset glare as she admired the oversized playhouse.

“Me, either,” Tate said.

“Cometh thou in!” one of the little girls called from the tower.

Libby laughed. Tate shook his head and grinned.

Took Libby’s hand just before he stooped to enter the castle, then pulled her in after him. The three dogs crowded in behind them, thick as thieves now that they weren’t roommates anymore.

The inside was even more remarkable than the outside, with its fireplace and overhead beams and a stairway leading to the upper floor.

Libby wondered what Calvin would think of the place.

“It’s so—big,” she said slowly.

Ava nodded eagerly. “Dad says Audrey and I need to think about giving it to the community center, so other kids can play with it, too.”

Libby glanced at Tate, saw that he was looking away.

“That’s a very generous idea,” she said, impressed.

“We haven’t decided yet, though,” Audrey put in, descending the stairs. “All Dad said was to think about it. He didn’t say we actually had to do it.”

Tate gestured toward the door. “I’m pretty sure supper is ready by now, ladies,” he said. “Shall we?”

Audrey and Ava curtseyed grandly, spreading the sides of their cotton shorts like skirts.

“Yes, my lord,” Ava said.

Tate laughed. “Go,” he said.

Both girls hurried out of the castle, the canine trio chasing after them, barking like dog-maniacs.

“‘Yes, my lord’?” Libby teased, grinning, when the din subsided a little. “Now where would a pair of six-year-olds pick up an antiquated term like that?”

“Garrett probably taught them,” Tate answered. “He likes to get under my skin any way he can.”

Esperanza stood beside the patio table, laughing as she shooed the dogs out from underfoot and ordered the twins inside to wash their hands and faces.

Ambrose and Buford followed them, but Hildie paused, turned and scanned the yard, then trotted toward Libby with something like relief when she spotted her.

Touched, Libby bent to pat the dog’s head.

Esperanza had outdone herself, preparing supper. There were tacos and enchiladas, seasoned rice and salad.

Libby enjoyed the food almost as much as the company, and she was sorry when the meal ended and Esperanza herded the twins into the house for their baths.

Overhead, the first stars popped out like diamonds studding a length of dark blue velvet, and the moon, a mere sliver of transparent light, looked as though it had come to rest on the roof of the barn.

Libby was totally content in those moments, with Tate at her side and Hildie lying at her feet, probably enjoying the warmth of the paving stones.

When Tate squeezed her hand, Libby squeezed back.

And then they drew apart.

Libby stood and began to gather and stack the dishes.

Tate got to his feet and helped.

Libby had forgotten how big the kitchen was, and as they stepped inside, she did her best not to stare as she and Tate loaded one of several dishwashers and cleaned up. The pool was visible on the other side of a thick glass wall, a brilliant turquoise, and looking at it, Libby couldn’t help remembering the skinny-dipping episode.

She smiled. They’d been so innocent then, she and Tate.

So young.

And such passionate lovers.

Tate took her gently by the elbows and turned her to face him. Kissed her lightly on the forehead. “Thanks for saying ‘yes’ to tonight, Lib,” he said. “It’s good to have you back here.”

Libby’s throat tightened with sudden, searing emotion.

Tate cupped her chin his hand and tilted her face upward, looked into her eyes. “What?” he asked, very gently.

She shook her head.