Texas Redeemed by Isla Bennet

Author:Isla Bennet [Bennet, Isla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Contemporary, Western, Westerns
ISBN: 9781477848142
Amazon: B00CPPQ0HK
Barnesnoble: B00CPPQ0HK
Publisher: Montlake Romance
Published: 2013-05-28T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

DINAH SAID A man who was punctual was a man you could count on. It made Lucy stop and think when her father’s Lincoln arrived at five o’clock on the dot, and she was still sorting it out in the back of her mind on the way to the destination he’d kept secret from even Dinah.

From what she’d heard growing up, Peyton Turner was not a man to count on. At least, he hadn’t used to be. Patients at Memorial sure counted on him now—especially after he’d saved the life of man who’d fallen off a roof in the warehouse district the other day and a reporter had come to the hospital to take his picture for the Gazette. And he was annoyingly good about making certain that her homework and chores were not just done, but done well. Now Dinah and even her teachers counted on him to keep her on her toes.

A billboard for Big Bros’ Cages stole her attention, and she leaned forward in the backseat to grasp her father’s headrest. “A batting cage? This is where you hang out?”

Peyton hopped out of the driver’s seat and opened the rear door for her. “Decent exercise. Solitude on most days. It’s a special place.” Something she couldn’t figure out touched his eyes. “Ever been here?”

“No. What about you, Dinah?” Lucy hoped her great-aunt wasn’t still royally pissed off over Lucy’s spur-of-the-moment choice to show Owen McNamara the windmill when he and his dad had made a feed delivery earlier. Dinah hadn’t been steamed about Lucy running off with Owen, but about the fact that the horse Lucy had ridden out to the windmill was Brute.

Okay, so she’d lied when she told Owen that her mom let her take Brute out whenever the mood struck. Fine, she’d been showing off to impress a boy whose uncle was in the rodeo circuit. So what? Brute had been faster and more powerful than she’d expected, and he’d almost flung her to the ground like a wild bull. She hadn’t gotten hurt, and at the windmill Owen had given her his necklace—a cool, ancient-looking talisman pierced with a thin leather strap. It was supposed to ward off evil spirits and bring good luck.

Lucy could certainly use good luck. Last night she’d had a nightmare, and Dinah had found her sleeping in the bathtub. In the dream, she was standing at the cemetery, in front of Anna’s grave—except her name was on the marker, not Anna’s.

She touched the talisman now, as she waited for Dinah’s response. The dreams were always worse when her mother was away. They screwed with her head, taunted her about stuff she already knew. The wrong twin—the good twin—was gone.

“Oh, yes, I’m ready for the major league,” Dinah said sarcastically. “Honey, of course not.”

Honey. Lucy tucked the talisman beneath the collar of her Beatles tee shirt, glad that her great-aunt wasn’t mad anymore.

Peyton came around the vehicle to help Dinah out. “Today you’ll learn the ropes.”

“Before I switched to soccer, I played T-ball,” Lucy told him as they approached the cages.

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