The Husband She Can't Forget

“But if you’ve known about this project for any amount of time, you could have phoned me. Why didn’t you warn me, Luke?”

“Because I was trying to talk my dad out of this—”

“So you could do it yourself? Play at being the big energy producer? Do you see yourself as the mighty oilman on the white horse, riding in to rescue the local oil industry before it disappears completely? Rescuing it would be a great thing if it didn’t involve fracking.”

“No, Carly. I’m exactly what I’ve been for years—an employee of Sanderson Enterprises.”

“Oh, I think you’re probably more than that.” She clapped her hands onto her hips. “You are Robert’s son, after all.”

“Try to put that aside for now. As far as real estate development is concerned, that was—is—our main interest. My dad invested in an exploratory energy company years ago, but nothing came of it until the past couple of years when it started paying off.”

“By ruining people’s property, land and water. Unbelievable.” She turned away from him and paced around the living room, coming back to face him.

“Some people would argue that it means jobs in economically depressed areas like Reston County,” he said.

“Those people probably aren’t farmers with land to protect.” Her lips trembled and furious tears formed in her eyes. “I’ll fight you on this, Luke. I’ll take you to court, and—”

“It wouldn’t do any good, Carly. You wouldn’t have a case.”

Carly stuck out her chin and narrowed her eyes at him, throwing in a quick head-to-toe assessment so he’d know how enraged she was. “Oh, really? And why not?”

His face was grim as he said, “Because Sanderson Enterprises owns the mineral rights to your land. Legally, we can put a well or a fracking operation wherever we need to. It’s possible that we’ll find gas on my land, but it might be easier and more efficient to drill on your land and run it over to the well we’ll dig on mine. We’re just not sure yet.

“I know that sounds harsh, Carly, but I’m trying to be honest here, tell you exactly what could happen.”

“No.” Carly’s legs began to shake. Luke seemed to see the depth of her distress and leaped forward to take her arm. She fought him, jerking from his grasp. She backed up until she felt the sofa behind her knees and she collapsed onto it. Her breath came in gasps as she said, “No, Luke. That’s not possible. This is our land. My parents bought it fifteen years ago from...”

“My dad.” Luke turned and moved away, taking the chair opposite her. He sat, leaning forward, his hands on his knees as he watched her reactions. “He’d owned it for a few years, but when he decided to sell, he gave your parents a bargain price in exchange for letting him retain the mineral rights. And... I’m sure my dad drove a hard bargain—generous on the one hand and relentless on the other.”

“They wouldn’t have done that, Luke!”

“But they did. They probably never thought the mineral rights would be worth anything. No one around here did. And they weren’t worth anything for many years, but it’s different now.”

“Yeah, and obviously Robert Sanderson knew.”

“It’s the way he’s always done business. The way he grew up. The way his family did business. It was common practice to sell the land but retain the mineral rights. It’s the same way here. You must know that, Carly.”

She did, but she’d never thought it would apply to her, to her land. Why hadn’t her parents told her? For that matter, why hadn’t Tom and Frances told her? She’d thought they were her friends.

She felt sick. Betrayed all around.

“And now he’s taking advantage of those mineral rights. How many other pieces of land has he ruined? Have you helped him ruin?”

“None!”

“As far as you know.”

He shook his head in frustration. “I can’t answer that or give you any facts I don’t have.”

“From what you’ve said so far, you wouldn’t tell me even if you did know.”

Before he could answer she threw her hands in the air. “Never mind. This is a pointless...merry-go-round. Nightmare-go-round,” she amended. “It’s time for you to go, Luke, and...and don’t come back.”

“Carly, if you’d listen to me, I can at least tell you—”

“Lies?” She held up her hand. “No.” Her sense of anger and betrayal made it impossible for her to go on with this conversation. “Go.”

As if to emphasize her fury, the windows rattled in their frames and the ceiling fan rocked back and forth.

“Earthquake,” she said accusingly, as if merely talking about oil extraction had caused it.

“Well, it’s not my fault.”

“Yet.”

Luke swung toward the door. “I’ll be back in three months and then you’ll have to listen to me.”

“Don’t count on it.”

In a swirl of emotions, she watched him stride across the yard, climb into his truck and drive away.

He couldn’t do this. There had to be a way to stop this catastrophe from happening. She stood, paced around the living room and tried to focus. Finally a moment of clarity surfaced.

“Lisa,” she said out loud. Lisa was in real estate. She would know what to do.

* * *

SHAKEN AND SICK at heart, Luke drove away from Joslin Gardens. He’d done it again, hurt her when he hadn’t meant to. He’d stumbled around, tripping over his good intentions, and landed face-first in a disaster. He pounded his fist on the steering wheel. If only she’d listened to him, let him explain how this had come about, but she’d been too angry and upset to hear what he had to say.

She was right. He should have told her as soon as he finalized the deal with Tom to buy the old Withers place. Reasons and excuses ran through his mind. Because he’d spent the entire drive from Dallas stewing over delivering the trunk and seeing Carly again, he’d thought he was ready to handle everything in a businesslike manner.

Not even close. He’d been thrown off-kilter when he’d seen her, struck by her strength and beauty, the success she’d made of the gardens her parents had struggled to establish.

He’d slipped into some fantasy world where the two of them would be friends, neighbors for a time, and the past would be forgotten. If he’d been thinking clearly, he would have done the right thing and told her straightaway. He only had himself to blame.

He would give her time to calm down and then try again, or maybe call Gemma Whitmire or Lisa Thomas and ask their advice.

“Yeah, right,” he muttered. “They’ll give me advice, all right, by telling me exactly where to go.”

For the next three months he would be tied up in Dallas before he could move up here and be on-site for the development of the new process—practically on Carly’s doorstep. She would have to listen to him then.

Distracted by his thoughts and annoyed with himself, Luke rounded a curve a mile from Joslin Gardens and slammed on his brakes to avoid a skinny boy on a beat-up, overloaded bicycle. Although he was riding at the edge of the road, there wasn’t much room on the narrow highway. Boxes were attached on the front and back of the bike, and they appeared to be loaded with greenery. Glancing around to make sure there wasn’t any traffic, he pulled up beside the kid and put down his window. The boy gave him a suspicious glance but kept on pedaling.

Driving at a snail’s pace to stay alongside, Luke called out, “Hey, buddy, can I give you a ride into town?”

The boy looked over and shook his head. “No, thanks. I’m okay.” As if he couldn’t help himself, he lifted his arm and wiped his sweaty face on the sleeve of his T-shirt. His raggedly cut dark hair stood on end and he left a streak of dirt across his cheek.

“I’m going that way. Might as well make it easy on yourself.”