Pine Country Cowboy by Glynna Kaye

Author:Glynna Kaye
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-05-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

What he wouldn’t give to hear God tell him Melynda’s departure wasn’t his fault, that he’d done everything a man could do to make things right between them, to honor his vows.

It sounded as if Bill had lived with that burden a long, long time. But the Diaz family situation explained a lot about who Abby was now. No wonder she’d grown up overly conscientious, more of an observer of life in some ways than a participant. It seemed, too, that he and Bill had more in common than he’d been aware of—not a mutually agreed upon split with a spouse, but a wife who’d walked away and didn’t look back.

Interesting that even though Abby and her dad weren’t finding a lot of common ground right now, she’d come to the conclusion that the divorce didn’t lay entirely at his feet. He hoped she’d tell her dad that. Sometimes a man needed to hear he’d done all he could.

The route to Singing Rock was every bit as beautiful as it ever was, maybe more so with Abby sitting beside him. With the windows rolled down, they drove along slowly under the shady arch of trees, gravel crunching under the pickup’s tires, lost in their own thoughts. When they crossed the bridge over the creek the property was named after and came into a clearing, Abby pointed to a cabin slightly set back in the trees.

“That’s where my aunt Rosa and uncle Paul live, right?”

“It is.” He’d forgotten Bill and Paul were brothers. He motioned to the two-story lodge opposite it. “And your cousin Olivia lives there in a second-floor apartment.”

She gazed around as if trying to orient herself. “This all seems so weird. I remember coming here when I was a kid. It’s the same and yet different. And to think Olivia is married to Meg’s brother now and they’re running Singing Rock. Canyon Springs is like a big puzzle with so many pieces to put back together.”

“I’m sure it seems strange after being gone so long.”

“It does. So you live in one of the cabins?”

“I’ll show you.” He drove past the lodge and, instead of taking the looping road through the property that led to dozens of secluded log dwellings, he swung in the opposite direction and pulled up in front of a cabin not far from the main lodge. Elmo must have heard the truck as from behind the house his bark welcomed them home.

Abby sat up straighter, eagerly examining the deep front porch, the native stone chimney and a half barrel of petunias by the steps. “You know, I think I remember playing in this one at a family get-together. It was like an oversize dollhouse.”

“It’s tiny all right.” But it was all he needed. He wasn’t much for big empty indoor spaces that had to be cleaned and filled with furniture you seldom used. It suited him just fine.

He reached for the door latch. “I need to pick up another pair of work gloves.

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