Do You Take This Rebel? Part 4

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"How?"

"It just is," Ca.s.sie said. She looked up and saw Jake and her mother emerge from the restaurant down the block carrying ice cream cones. They caught sight of her and headed in her direction.

"We'll finish this conversation tomorrow," she warned Gina. "I'm not buying a word you've said so far."

"And I'm not buying for a second that you're over Cole Davis," Gina retorted. She waved at Ca.s.sie's mother, then retreated inside Stella's.

Ca.s.sie sighed. Gina was right. If she'd learned nothing else in the past half hour, it was that she was a long, long way from being over Cole Davis.



Chapter Four.

"Mom!"

Grappling with the discovery that her feelings for Cole were as powerful as ever, Ca.s.sie barely registered Jake's cry. Then she felt an impatient tug on her arm and gazed down into her son's eyes, eyes the same shade of blue as those of the man who'd just dropped a bombsh.e.l.l, then strolled away.

"What, Jake?" she asked, still distracted by her realization that not even years of bitterness had dimmed what she'd once felt for Cole Davis. Add to that Cole's charge that she'd been at fault, that he hadn't abandoned her at all, but rather she she had turned her back on had turned her back on him, him, and it was little wonder that she was confused. How could he have gotten it so wrong? and it was little wonder that she was confused. How could he have gotten it so wrong?

"Mom!" Jake said impatiently. "You're not listening."

"I'm sorry," she said, turning her attention to him.

"Do you know who that was?" Jake demanded, his cheeks flushed with excitement, his eyes sparkling.

Her heart seemed to slam to a stop. "Who?" she asked cautiously, fighting panic.

Had Jake guessed? Had he seen the resemblance between himself and the man with whom she'd been talking? Would a nine-year-old be intuitive enough to guess that a stranger was his father?

A quick glance at her mother rea.s.sured her. Her mother gave a slight shake of her head, indicating that so far her secret was safe, both from Cole and her son. No, this was about something else, though she couldn't imagine what.

"That man you were talking to," Jake explained. "Do you know who he is?"

"Of course I know. He's a rancher. He's lived here all his life."

"And you know him?" Jake demanded, clearly awestruck.

"Yes," she said slowly. Clearly she was missing something. "How do you you know him?" know him?"

"He's Cole Davis," Jake said. "The Cole Davis." Cole Davis."

When she failed to react, her son regarded her with exasperation. "Mom, you know, the guy who makes all the neat computer programs, remember? Like I told you I wanted to do someday. He's, like, the smartest guy in the whole tech world. I've told you about him, remember?"

She had a vague recollection of that, but it couldn't possibly be the same man. This Cole, her her Cole, was a rancher, not a computer programmer. Or was he? She had no idea what he'd studied in college. Back then they'd been far too caught up in their hormones to spend a lot of time talking about Cole's plans for the future. Cole, was a rancher, not a computer programmer. Or was he? She had no idea what he'd studied in college. Back then they'd been far too caught up in their hormones to spend a lot of time talking about Cole's plans for the future.

"Are you sure, honey? Cole's from a ranching family. His father owns the biggest spread in this county."

"I know. I read all about it on the Internet. It is so awesome that you actually know him." He turned to his grandmother. "Do you know him, too?"

She nodded, looking distraught.

"Will you introduce me?" Jake begged Ca.s.sie.

"No," she said so sharply that Jake's eyes filled with tears.

"Why not?" he asked, practically quivering with indignation.

Because she couldn't risk it. If Cole was furious with her because of a letter she'd known nothing about, how would he react to the news that she'd kept his son from him? And then there was Frank Davis. How would he react to the news that a Davis heir had been kept from him? him?

"Because we're not going to be here long enough," she said, making up her mind that staying in Winding River was impossible. "Besides, if what you say is true, I'm sure he's a very busy man. I doubt we'll even b.u.mp into him again."

The crestfallen look on Jake's face cut straight through her. He asked for so little, and she was denying him something that was evidently very important to him.

"I'm sorry, Jake."

"You're not sorry," he shouted, letting his ice cream cone tumble to the ground. "You're not sorry at all."

He took off at a run, blindly heading in the very same direction in which his father had gone only moments before. Dear G.o.d, what if Cole hadn't left? What if he were in a store and chose that precise moment to exit? Jake would take matters into his own hands. He would force an introduction.

Ca.s.sie raced after Jake, commanding him to stop.

He was at the end of Main Street before his pace faltered. She caught up with him there. Breathless, she tilted his chin up to gaze at his tear-streaked face.

"I'm sorry, baby. I truly am." She wrapped her arms around her son and let him sob out his unhappiness, regretting that she couldn't grant his seemingly simple request. How much worse would his anger at her be if he ever discovered the truth-that she was not only keeping him from a hero, but from his own father?

"I don't get it," Jake whispered. "If you know him, why can't I just meet him? It's not like I'd pester him with a million questions."

Ca.s.sie actually found herself grinning at that as she brushed the hair back from his forehead. "Oh, no? You always always have a million questions." have a million questions."

"But I wouldn't ask them. I swear it."

"Sweetie, if I could make it happen, I would."

His expression turned mulish again. "You could. You just don't want to. And you said we were gonna stay at Grandma's a long time, so there's plenty of time."

Apparently, he hadn't picked up on her earlier comment about leaving...or else he'd chosen to ignore it because it hadn't suited him.

"I've been thinking about that," she admitted slowly. "I think we should leave right after the reunion." She forced a smile. "How about going to Cheyenne? Wouldn't you like to live in a big city for a change, Jake? Just think about it. It's the capital of the state, and in the summer there are Frontier Days. You've asked about that."

Jake pushed away from her, that look of betrayal back in his eyes. "No. I don't want to live in Cheyenne. I want to stay here. You promised. When you said goodbye to Earlene, you said you weren't ever coming back except to pick up our things. That meant we were gonna stay here."

"I didn't promise. I said it was something we might consider. I've thought it over, and I think it's a bad idea."

"Don't I get a say?"

"Not about this."

"Well, I won't go. You do whatever you want. Grandma will let me stay with her."

Ca.s.sie knew better, but she let it pa.s.s. Once Jake calmed down, she would make him see how exciting it would be to move to Cheyenne, even though she dreaded the prospect herself.

"Come on. Let's go find Grandma," she said, taking his hand. He yanked it away, but he did come with her.

She could see her mother still waiting in front of Stella's, leaning against the b.u.mper of a pickup, her face pale except for too-bright patches of color in her cheeks. There was a sheen of perspiration on Edna's brow. Cole's offhand remarks flooded back to Ca.s.sie. She studied her mother.

"Mom, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just a little hotter out here than I thought."

Was it that or something more? Was her imagination running wild? After all, it was was hot. She was perspiring herself. "Let's go inside and get you something cold to drink," Ca.s.sie suggested. hot. She was perspiring herself. "Let's go inside and get you something cold to drink," Ca.s.sie suggested.

"No, I'd rather go home. If you'll get the car..." Edna's voice trailed off.

Ca.s.sie regarded her worriedly. The request was a totally uncharacteristic sign of weakness. "Of course I will. Where did you park?"

"I can show you," Jake said.

"No, you stay right here with your grandmother in case she needs anything. I'll find the car."

"It's just around the corner," her mother said, handing her the keys.

Ca.s.sie ran all the way to the car. She hadn't liked the way her mother looked. Worse, Edna Collins never admitted to an illness of any kind. She had borne everything from colds to appendicitis with stoic resolve during Ca.s.sie's childhood. For her to ask Ca.s.sie to get the car, rather than coming along with her, was an incredible admission.

Ca.s.sie found the car parked in front of Dolly's Hair Salon, whipped it out of the tight parking s.p.a.ce and was back at Stella's in less than five minutes. Her mother all but collapsed into the front seat.

"That air-conditioning sure feels good," she said to Ca.s.sie. Then, as if determined to rea.s.sure her daughter, she added, "The heat just got to me for a minute. I promise that's all it was."

Ca.s.sie let the remark pa.s.s. She had no intention of discussing her mother's health with Jake sitting in the back seat, tuned in to every word. The minute they were alone, though, she was determined to get some straight answers. And if she didn't like them, she was going to call their longtime family physician and get the truth from him.

Unfortunately, her mother seemed to antic.i.p.ate her intentions and scooted straight to her room, where she all but slammed the door in Ca.s.sie's face.

"What on earth?" Ca.s.sie murmured, staring at the door.

She picked up the phone and called the doctor, only to be told he was away until the following week. Frustrated, she had barely hung up when the phone rang. She answered distractedly, then froze at the sound of Cole's voice.

"Ca.s.sie?" he repeated when she remained silent.

"What?" she said finally.

"We need to talk."

"I don't think so."

"Well, I do. I'm coming over."

She glanced at Jake, who was back in front of the TV. "No, absolutely not," she said fiercely. "I don't want you here."

"Why not, Ca.s.sie? What are you hiding?"

"I'm not hiding anything. It's my mother. She's not feeling well," she said, grasping at straws. "The last thing she needs is to have the two of us fussing right under her nose."

"Then meet me. You pick the place."

"Didn't you hear a word I said? My mother's not feeling well."

"Of course. You need to stay there for now."

He had given up too easily. That only made Ca.s.sie more suspicious.

"I'll see you at the party tomorrow night, then," he said. "We'll find some time to talk there."

"You're coming to the party?" she asked, not even trying to hide her dismay. "You weren't in our cla.s.s."

He chuckled at that. "It's a small town. The reunion's a big deal. Everyone will be there, if only to get a glimpse of our big movie star."

"But..." Why had she never considered that possibility? What had ever made her think she could go to a reunion in Winding River and not b.u.mp into Cole everywhere she turned?

"My being there won't bother you, will it? Ten years is a long time. Whatever was between us is surely dead and buried, right?"

She heard the unmistakable taunt in his voice. "Absolutely," she responded. "It is definitely dead and buried. Just one question, though."

"What's that?"

"If it's dead and buried, then what could you and I possibly have to talk about?"

"Just putting one last nail in the coffin to make sure it stays that way," he said dryly. "I'll see you tomorrow."

Now there was something to look forward to, she thought dully as she hung up the phone. The prospect should have terrified her, and on one level it did. His taunts should have filled her with outrage, and to a degree they did.

So why was her pulse scampering wildly out of control? Why was she suddenly wondering if there was one s.e.xy outfit packed in her luggage? Why did she feel as if not one of the outrageous, dangerous things she'd done in high school could hold a candle to what might happen tomorrow night back in that same high school gym?

Something told her she didn't dare spend a whole lot of time considering the answers to those questions. If she did, and if she was smart, she might pack up everything and head for Cheyenne tonight.

Cole couldn't imagine what had possessed him to call Ca.s.sie, much less announce his intention of going to the reunion party. It was the last place he wanted to be. In fact, he'd ignored the invitation, though he doubted anyone would turn him away at the door as long as he showed up with the price of admission.

He blamed his last-minute change of heart on that encounter with Ca.s.sie in the street. It wasn't just the fact that her skin still looked as soft as silk. Nor did it have anything to do with the way her body had added a few lush curves over the years. And it wasn't because her hair was shot through with fire when the sunlight caught it. No, it was none of that.

It was that d.a.m.nable lie she'd told him with a perfectly straight face. If he hadn't known the truth, he would have believed her-she'd been that convincing. Which meant, he concluded, that she'd believed every word she'd spoken.

Somewhere along the way something had gotten all twisted around, and he wanted to know how. Once he knew that, he could put the past to rest, put that last nail in the coffin of their love affair, just as he'd told her. Maybe she didn't care about what had happened back then, but he did. G.o.d help him.

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