Lorraine Heath - Rogues in Texas 03 by Never Marry A Cowboy

Author:Never Marry A Cowboy [Cowboy, Never Marry A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2012-02-05T17:55:46+00:00

He turned the horse about. Anger burst through her. "You'll give me no promises or explanations."

He met her gaze. "I promise you this: I shall give to you no less than I gave Clarisse. A marble statue of an angel to watch over you in your eternal sleep and fresh flowers on your grave every day."

She grabbed his forearm, digging her fingers into him, stilling him. "Why would I want a promise that consisted of cold marble and flowers that wilt? What purpose could either possibly serve?"

She saw the confusion and fury swirl within his eyes at her questioning his promise.

"They show that you are loved and remembered."

"They honor my death and not my life." Recognizing within the depths of his eyes that she'd truly hurt him, she laid her palm against his cheek. It was not his vow to her that was causing his pain, but his gifts to the woman he'd loved before her, gifts he'd thought worthy of her. "I don't doubt the sincerity of your gifts or that Clarisse was worthy of your devotion." She smiled warmly.

"Fresh flowers every day and an angel to guard over her. Any other woman would be honored to be remembered in such a manner. But I have grown up and lived within Death's shadow. If you wish to honor me, whatever money you would spend on flowers or statues give to a physician who seeks a cure for any disease that causes suffering or death. I won't feel neglected if weeds cover my grave."

"You deserve more than weeds, and I won't allow you to settle for less than you deserve."

She touched her lips to his. "One flower then. A white rose like the one you gave me the afternoon when we had our first outing.

But no more than that. Did you know that in this city known for its oleanders and grandness that half the deaths recorded each year are those of children? Find a more worthwhile cause than decorating my grave."

He narrowed his eyes, and she worried that he wouldn't capitulate. Finally, he sighed deeply. "One rose every day and a small statuette."

"A tiny statuette."

He cupped her head and brought it into the nook of his shoulder. She heard him swallow hard.

"If that's what you prefer, sweetling, then that is what you shall have."

"I'm not faulting you for sending Clarisse flowers. I simply don't want any."

"You like sunsets," he said quietly.

She nodded. "But I prefer sunrises. We take for granted the luxury of time, living our lives as though tomorrow were a guarantee instead of a gift."

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