After Tex

“After what happened?” Megan asked. When Tess remained stubbornly silent, she turned to Jake. “Well?”

“Sorry. Attorney-client privilege.”

“She hired you to represent her? Why, for heaven’s sake?”

“Now, Meggie, you know I can’t answer that.”

“Somebody had better answer me,” Megan declared, foot tapping and arms folded across her chest.

Amused by the display of temper, Jake glanced toward Tess. “I don’t think she’s crazy about being left out of the loop. How about we all go for ice cream and explain once she’s mellowed out on hot fudge?”

“You’re going to tell her no matter what, aren’t you?” Tess demanded. “Geez-oh-flip, nobody around here’s any good at all at keeping secrets. What about professional ethics?”

“I can only tell her if you say it’s okay,” Jake agreed. “It’s up to you.”

“But that’s the only way I’m getting ice cream, right?”

He nodded.

“Okay, fine. Blab your heart out.” She turned and marched off.

Jake turned to follow. Megan regarded him impatiently, but eventually fell into step beside him.

“I’m not going to like this, am I?” she asked with weary resignation.

“On a scale of one to ten, compared to some of the other things you’ve heard in the past few days, this can’t be more than a two.”

“I’m so relieved.”

“Don’t worry, Meggie, I’ve handled it. There’s nothing for you to worry about.”

“Why does that make me even more nervous?”

“Because you have control issues?” he suggested.

“Oh, go to hell,” she retorted, and snapped her mouth shut. She didn’t say another word to him until after the awestruck waitress had begged for an autograph, chattered endlessly about Megan’s TV show and then—finally—taken their orders. Sundaes with double hot fudge prevailed.

“Well?” Megan asked, turning her attention back to them. “You might as well get it over with. What happened earlier?”

After a glance at Tess, Jake gave her a quick overview of the encounter with Mrs. Perkins, Lyle and the sheriff.

“Why, that pompous old witch,” Megan declared, with every bit as much indignation as Tess had displayed earlier. “I’ll have a thing or two to say to her when we’re finished here. As for Lyle, I never liked him and it seems as if time hasn’t improved his judgment or his temper.”

Tess regarded her with wide-eyed amazement. “You’re going to take on Mrs. Perkins?”

“Well, of course I will,” Megan said emphatically. “Nobody messes with an O’Rourke.”

Jake settled back onto the bench beside her. “Go, girl,” he murmured, delighted by her reaction, by the quick rush to Tess’s defense.

There’d been a time when she’d been equally protective of him, when she’d stood defiantly beside him in the face of all sorts of accusations, a good many of them trumped up by the envious Lyle.

But when the most serious charge of all had been made, when he’d been accused of rustling Tex’s cattle, she’d failed him. He’d guessed that years of silent doubts had added up at last. Even with him understanding that, the pain of her turning on him had been worse than sitting in a jail cell in which he didn’t belong.