A Texas Rescue Christmas by Caro Carson

Author:Caro Carson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-08-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

The house belonged to Patricia Cargill and Luke Waterson.

One look at the new master bedroom suite, and Rebecca knew whose elegance it reflected. This had to be Patricia’s home.

“Gorgeous, isn’t it?” Emily said. “My aunt and uncle—Luke’s parents—were going to switch rooms with Luke when he got engaged. Since he lives here all the time, they were going to give him the master bedroom suite, and they were going to move into his bedroom. They’re only here for roundup and Christmas and such, you know. But your sister, she insisted they keep the master, and she and Luke built this addition for themselves. That’s one smart woman. I could live in here.”

She’s not really my sister, Rebecca almost said.

When someone has a good impression of you, for God’s sake, don’t correct them. Her mother had trained her too well. Letting people assume she was a Cargill was how Becky survived.

Rebecca didn’t know any other way to get a free place to stay. Rebecca had no job, no money and only a few blue suitcases. Rebecca would have to continue being Becky for a while.

She showered under a rainfall spout, blew her hair dry at a vanity that reminded her of Dr Pepper and red lipstick, and then opened her suitcase to find clean clothes.

Christmas was only a few days away, but her mother had packed her for a tropical island vacation, if entertaining Hector Ferrique was a vacation. Rebecca craved holiday chic, a sultry red sweater and black leather boots, but those clothes hung in Patricia’s closet. She didn’t feel right, using a woman’s things without her permission. All Becky had at her disposal were white capris and a pineapple print blouse that Audrey Hepburn would have looked girlishly adorable in.

She pulled ballerina flats gingerly over her once-frozen toes, and tip-toed into the kitchen, ready to eat politely and stay invisible, so that no one would remember that she should really be looking for her own place to live.

That’s how it’s done, Mother, I know.

Emily had thoughtfully plugged Rebecca’s phone into a bedside radio that charged it, but Rebecca didn’t turn it on, and she didn’t check for messages. She already knew everything her mother had to tell her.

* * *

Trey was disappointed in Rebecca.

He hadn’t known it was possible to think so highly of another person and yet be so disappointed. The Rebecca he thought so highly of, the Rebecca he would have loved for his aunt and uncle and cousin to meet, was hiding herself away.

They called her Becky all day, and she never corrected them. She smiled a lot and said practically nothing, a pretty mouse of a woman, easy on the eyes, for certain, but easily overlooked.

He was furious with her. Jamie had said she was in survival mode, but Trey knew there was no possible way her pulse was still one hundred and twenty. Hell, if she took a Valium to calm down, she’d be so sedate she might as well be that porcelain Christmas angel who never moved.

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