Interlude by Linda Lael Miller

Author:Linda Lael Miller
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: FICTION > Romance > Western

FICTION > Western
Publisher: RosettaBooks
Published: 2015-10-09T00:00:00+00:00

Four

“You can’t ignore the man’s texts forever,” Shelby said. It was Saturday, Cassidy had been back home for three and a half days, and she and her BFF still hadn’t gotten around to making wedding plans. True to her word, Shelby hadn’t mentioned Michael—until this morning. She’d picked Cassidy up at the ranch twenty minutes before, and they were waiting in the drive-through at Busted Spur’s only fast-food joint for sausage biscuits with egg, hash browns compressed into squares the size of a pack of playing cards, and coffee.

Cassidy, slumped in the passenger seat of Shelby’s Blazer, had just looked at the screen of her phone for about the hundredth time, and, frustrated, she’d tossed the thing into the depths of her purse and muttered, to no one in particular, “Why can’t I just answer him?”

Hence Shelby’s words of wisdom about ignoring texts.

“Don’t start,” Cassidy said, with a mock glare at her friend’s profile.

Shelby pretended to zip her mouth shut, but she was definitely smirking a little. Cassidy could tell, even with just a side view to go on.

The line moved, one pickup truck shorter now, and Shelby pulled forward a ways.

“This is ridiculous,” Cassidy said. Basically, she was talking to herself, since Shelby had zipped her lips, but at least she could serve as a sounding board. She leaned over, ferreted through her handbag for her phone, and scrolled through the long series of messages.

She touched “reply” under Michael’s most recent text and thumbed in, “Everything is fine.”

Was that true?

Cassidy decided it wasn’t, and deleted the statement without hitting “send.”

She tried, “Relax,” and rejected that, too.

They moved up another car-length.

“Let’s hope we get to the window before they switch over from breakfast to lunch,” Shelby said. “It’s too early for a hamburger.” After dining in the parking lot, they’d be on their way to Flagstaff, where Cassidy intended to rent a car. She had access to Duke’s truck, when it was running, but shifting gears was a battle, she needed all her upper body strength to turn the steering wheel, and all her lower body strength to work the clutch and the brakes.

In essence, driving the thing was too damn much work. On the upside, it probably qualified as a complete workout.

Cassidy was rereading Michael’s texts.

They were terse. Impatient.

Not that she could blame him. In his place, she’d have been furious, too. And hurt.

Michael didn’t sound hurt, though. The messages were brief—three words, max—and Cassidy found herself wanting to duck them, the way she’d dodge like flying bullets.

She drew a very deep breath, let it out slowly. Glanced Shelby’s way. “I don’t know what to say to him,” she confessed miserably.

Shelby kept her gaze on the car ahead. “You’re not asking me for suggestions, I’m sure.”

“No,” Cassidy said pointedly. “I’m not.”

They rolled forward again. Two SUVs and a pickup truck, and they’d be at the window.

Shelby smiled, though she still didn’t look at Cassidy. Her hair was piled on top of her head, held loosely in place with a huge plastic squeeze-clip.

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