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  “It scares me. I try to remind myself where I put things so this doesn’t happen, but when I go back to get whatever it was...I’m always so positive that’s where I left it. Instead, I find it in some...strange place I could never imagine.”

  The doctor had chuckled and pulled out his prescription pad. “How are you sleeping?” He didn’t even wait for her to answer. “I think once you start sleeping through the night, you’re going to find that these instances of forgetfulness will go away.”

  The pills had only made it worse, though, she thought now as she frantically searched for her van keys. She could feel Nat watching her, looking worried. Sometimes it felt as if her five-year-old was taking care of her instead of the other way around.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. Mama just misplaced her keys. I’m sure they’re in here....”

  “Looking for these?” The young waitress from the café came out the door, holding up her keys.

  “Where did you find them?” Allie asked, thinking they must have fallen out of her purse at the table and ended up on the floor. That could happen to anyone.

  “In the bathroom sink.”

  Allie stared at her.

  “You must have dropped them while you were washing your hands,” the young woman said with a shrug as she handed them over.

  As if that was likely. She hadn’t even taken her purse to the restroom, had she? But she had it now and she couldn’t remember. She’d been so upset to see Sarah and Mildred.

  “Nat, what was Grandmother saying to you in the restaurant?”

  “She wanted me to go to her house but I told her I couldn’t. I’m going horseback riding when we get to the ranch,” Nat announced. “Dana is taking me and the other kids.” Her lower lip came out for a moment. “Grandma said she was really sad I wasn’t going with her.”

  “Yes,” Allie said as, with trembling fingers, she opened the van door. Tears stung her eyes. “But today is a happy day so we aren’t going to be sad, right? There are lots of other days that you can spend with your grandmother.” Nat brightened as she strapped her into her seat.

  Just a few more minutes and she and Nat would be out of here. But as she started the van, she looked up to find Mother Taylor watching her from beside Sarah’s pearl-white SUV. It was clear from her expression that she’d witnessed the lost-key episode.

  From the front steps of the restaurant, Belinda waved then made the universal sign to telephone.

  Allie knew Belinda didn’t mean call her. Reaching in her pocket, she half expected the psychic’s business card to be missing. But it was still there, she realized with sagging relief. As crazy as the idea of reaching Nick beyond the grave was, she’d do anything to make this stop.

  * * *

  WHEN ALLIE AND her daughter returned, Jackson was watching her from inside his cousin’s two-story ranch house.

  “She lost her husband some months back,” Dana said, joining him at the window.

  “I wasn’t—”

  “He went up into the mountains during hunting season,” she continued, ignoring his attempt to deny he’d been wondering about Allie. “They found his backpack and his rifle and grizzly tracks.”

  “Tag mentioned it.” Tag had pointed out Allie’s small, old cabin by the river on their way back to the ranch. It looked as if it needed work. Hadn’t Tag mentioned that her husband was in construction? “Tag said they never found her husband’s body.”

  Dana shook her head. “But Nick’s backpack was shredded and his rifle was half-buried in the dirt with grizzly tracks all around it. When he didn’t show up after a few days and they had no luck finding him...”

  “His remains will probably turn up someday,” Hud said as he came in from the kitchen. Dana’s husband, Hud, was the marshal in the canyon—just as his father had been before him. “About thirty years ago now, a hiker found a human skeleton of a man. He still hasn’t been identified so who knows how long he’d been out there in the mountains.”

  “That must make it even harder for her,” Jackson said.

  “It was one reason I was so glad when she decided to take the job as wedding planner.”

  He watched Allie reappear to get a box out of the van. She seemed nervous, even upset. He wondered if something had happened at lunch. Now at least he understood why she had overreacted with the black cat.

  Hud kissed his wife, saying he had to get back to work, leaving Dana and Jackson alone.

  “Our fathers are setting up their equipment on the bandstand in the barn,” Dana said. “Have you seen Harlan yet?”

  “No,” Jackson admitted. “Guess there is no time like the present, huh?”

  Jackson hadn’t seen his father in several years, and even then Harlan hadn’t seemed to know how to act around him—or his other sons, for that matter. As they entered the barn, Tag joining them, he saw his father and uncle standing on the makeshift stage, guitars in their hands, and was surprised when he remembered a song his father had once sung to him.

  He didn’t know how old he’d been at the time, but he recalled Harlan coming into his bedroom one night in Texas and playing a song on his guitar for him. He remembered being touched by the music and his father’s voice.

  On stage, the two brothers began playing their guitars in earnest. His father began singing. It was the voice Jackson remembered and it was like being transported back to his childhood. It rattled him more than he wanted to admit. He’d thought he and his father had no connection. But just hearing Harlan sing made him realize that he’d been lying to himself about not only the lack of connection, but also his need for it.

  Harlan suddenly broke off at the sight of his sons. He stared through the dim barn for a moment, then put down his guitar to bound off the stage and come toward Jackson. He seemed young and very handsome, belying his age, Jackson thought. A man in his prime.

  “Jackson,” he said, holding out his hand. His father’s hand was large and strong, the skin dry, callused and warm. “Glad you made it. So where are the rest of your brothers?”

  “They’re supposed to fly in tomorrow. At least Laramie and Hayes are,” Tag said. “Austin... Well, he said he would do his best to make it. He’s tied up on a case, but I’m sure you know how that goes.” At Christmas, Tag had found out what their father did besides drink beer and play guitar—and shared that amazing news with them. Both Harlan and his brother Angus had worked undercover as government agents and still might, even though they were reportedly retired.

  “Duty calls sometimes,” Harlan agreed. “I’m glad I’m retired.”

  “Until the next time someone gets into trouble and needs help,” Tag said.

  Harlan merely smiled in answer.

  Jackson was glad to see that his brother and their father could joke. Tag, being the oldest, remembered the years living in Montana and their father more than his brothers.

  “The old man isn’t so bad,” Tag had told them after his visit at Christmas. “He’s starting to grow on me.”

  Jackson had laughed, but he’d been a little jealous. He would love for his son to have a grandfather. He couldn’t imagine, though, how Harlan could be a part of his only grandson’s life, even if he wanted to. Texas and Montana were just too far apart. And Harlan probably had no interest, anyway.

  “Where’s that bride-to-be?” Uncle Angus asked Tag as he hopped off the stage and came toward them.

  “Last minute preparations for the wedding,” Tag said. “You can’t believe the lists she’s made. It’s the mathematician in her. She’s so much more organized than I am. Which reminds me, Jackson and I have to drive down to Bozeman to pick up the rings.”

  “It took a wedding to get you Cardwell boys to Montana, I see.” Uncle Angus threw an arm around Jackson. “So how are you liking it up here? I saw that boy of yours. Dana’s got him riding horses already. You�
�re going to have one devil of a time getting him to go back to Texas after this.”

  Didn’t Jackson know it. He’d hardly seen his son all day. Even now Ford had been too busy to give Jackson more than a quick wave from the corral where he’d been with the kids and the hired man, Walker.

  “Ford is going to sleep like a baby tonight after all this fresh air, sunshine and high altitude,” Jackson said. “He’s not the only one,” he added with a laugh.

  “It’s good for him,” Harlan said. “I was talking to him earlier. He’s taken with that little girl.”

  “Like father like son,” Tag said under his breath as Allie came in from the back of the barn.

  Jackson saw her expression. “I think I’d better go check on my son,” he said as he walked toward Allie. He didn’t have time to think about what he was about to do. He moved to her, taking her arm and leading her back out of the barn. “What’s wrong?”

  For a moment she looked as if she were going to deny anything was. But then tears filled her eyes. He walked her around the far side of the barn. He could hear Dana out by the corral instructing the kids in horseback riding lessons. Inside the barn, his father and uncle struck up another tune.

  “It’s nothing, really,” she said and brushed at her tears. “I’ve been so forgetful lately. I didn’t remember that the band would be setting up this afternoon.”

  He saw that she held a date book in her trembling hand.

  “It wasn’t written down in your date book?”

  She glanced at her book. “It was but for some reason I marked it out.”

  “No big deal, right?”

  “It’s just that I don’t remember doing it.”

  He could see that she was still upset and wondered if there wasn’t something more going on. He reminded himself that Allie had lost her husband only months ago. Who knew what kind of emotional roller coaster that had left her on.

  “You need to cut yourself more slack,” he said. “We all forget things.”

  She nodded, but he could see she was still worried. No, not worried, scared. He thought of the black cat and had a feeling it hadn’t been her first scare like that.

  “I feel like such a fool,” she said.

  Instinctively, he put his arm around her. “Give yourself time. It’s going to be all right.”

  She looked so forlorn that taking her in his arms seemed not only the natural thing to do at that moment, but the only thing to do under the circumstances. At first she felt board-stiff in his arms, then after a moment she seemed to melt into him. She buried her face into his chest as if he were an anchor in a fierce storm.

  Suddenly, she broke the embrace and stepped back. He followed her gaze to one of the cabins on the mountainside behind him and the man standing there.

  “Who is that?” he asked, instantly put off by the scowling man.

  “My brother-in-law, Drew. He’s doing some repairs on the ranch. He and Nick owned a construction company together. They built the guest cabins.”

  The man’s scowl had turned into a cold stare. Jackson saw Allie’s reaction. “We weren’t doing anything wrong.”

  She shook her head as the man headed down the mountainside to his pickup parked in the pines. “He’s just very protective.” Allie looked as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders again.

  Jackson watched her brother-in-law slowly drive out of the ranch. Allie wasn’t the only one the man was glaring at.

  “I need to get back inside,” she said and turned away.

  He wanted to go after her. He also wanted to put his fist into her brother-in-law’s face. Protective my butt, he thought. He wanted to tell Allie to ignore all of it. Wanted... Hell, that was just it. He didn’t know what he wanted at the moment. Even if he did, he couldn’t have it. He warned himself to stay away from Allie Taylor. Far away. He was only here for the wedding. While he felt for the woman, he couldn’t help her.

  “There you are,” Tag said as he came up behind them. “Ready to go with me to Bozeman to get the rings?”

  Jackson glanced toward the barn door Allie was stepping through. “Ready.”

  Chapter Four

  As Jackson started to leave with his brother, he turned to look back at the barn. Just inside the door he saw Allie. All his survival instincts told him to keep going, but his mother had raised a Texas cowboy with a code of honor. Or at least she’d tried. Something was wrong and he couldn’t walk away.

  “Give me just a minute,” he said and ran back. As he entered the barn, he saw Allie frantically searching for something in the corner of the barn. His father and brother were still playing at the far end, completely unaware of them.

  “What are you looking for?”

  She seemed embarrassed that he’d caught her. He noticed that she’d gone pale and looked upset. “I know I put my purse right there with my keys in it.”

  He glanced at the empty table. “Maybe it fell under it.” He bent down to look under the red-and-white-checked tablecloth. “The barn is looking great, by the way. You’ve done a beautiful job.”

  She didn’t seem to hear him. She was moving from table to table, searching for her purse. He could see that she was getting more anxious by the moment. “I know I put it right there so I wouldn’t forget it when I left.”

  “Here it is,” Jackson said as he spied what he assumed had to be her purse not on a table, but in one of the empty boxes that had held the decorations.

  She rushed to him and took the purse and hurriedly looked inside, pulling out her keys with obvious relief.

  “You would have found it the moment you started loading the boxes into your van,” he said, seeing that she was still shaken.

  She nodded. “Thank you. I’m not usually like this.”

  “No need to apologize. I hate losing things. It drives me crazy.”

  She let out a humorless laugh. “Crazy, yes.” She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Tears welled in her eyes.

  “Hey, it’s okay.”

  He wanted to comfort her, but kept his distance after what had happened earlier. “It really is okay.”

  She shook her head as the music stopped and quickly wiped her eyes, apologizing again. She looked embarrassed and he wished there was something he could say to put her at ease.

  “Earlier, I was just trying to comfort you. It was just a hug,” he said.

  She met his gaze. “One I definitely needed. You have been so kind....”

  “I’m not kind.”

  She laughed and shook her head. “Are you always so self-deprecating?”

  “No, just truthful.”

  “Well, thank you.” She clutched the keys in her hand as if afraid she would lose them if she let them out of her sight.

  At the sound of people approaching, she stepped away from him.

  “Let me load those boxes in your van. I insist,” he said before she could protest.

  As Dana, Lily and the kids came through the barn door they stopped to admire what Allie had accomplished. There were lots of oohs and ahhs. But it was Lily whose face lit up as she took in the way the barn was being transformed.

  Jackson shifted his gaze to Allie’s face as she humbly accepted their praise. Dana introduced Jackson to Lily. He could see right away why his brother had fallen for the woman.

  “Please come stay at one of the guest cabins for the rest of the wedding festivities,” Dana was saying to Allie.

  “It is so generous of you to offer the cabin,” Allie said, looking shocked at the offer.

  “Not at all. It will make it easier for you so you don’t have to drive back and forth. Also I’m being selfish. The kids adore Natalie. It will make the wedding a lot more fun for them.”

  Allie, clearly fighting tears of gratitude, said she would think a
bout it. Jackson felt his heartstrings pulled just watching. “I’ll work hard to make this wedding as perfect as it can be. I won’t let you down.”

  Lily gave her a hug. “Allie, it’s already perfect!”

  Jackson was surprised that Lily McCabe had agreed to a Western wedding. According to the lowdown he’d heard, Lily taught mathematics at Montana State University. She’d spent her younger years at expensive boarding schools after having been born into money.

  Jackson wondered if the woman had ever even been on a horse—before she met the Cardwells. Apparently, Allie was worried that a Western wedding was the last thing a woman like Lily McCabe would want.

  “Are you sure this is what you want?” Allie asked Lily. “After all, it is your wedding.”

  Lily laughed. “Just to see the look on my parents’ faces will make it all worthwhile.” At Allie’s horrified look, she quickly added, “I’m kidding. Though that is part of it. But when you marry into the Cardwell family, you marry into ranching and all that it comes with. I want this wedding to be a celebration of that.

  “This is going to be the best wedding ever,” Lily said as she looked around the barn. “Look at me,” she said, holding out her hands. “I’m actually shaking I’m so excited.” She stepped to Allie and gave her another hug. “Thank you so much.”

  Allie appeared taken aback for a moment by Lily’s sudden show of affection. The woman really was becoming more like the Cardwells every day. Or at least Dana Cardwell. That wasn’t a bad thing, he thought.

  “We should probably talk about the other arrangements. When is your final dress fitting?”

  “Tomorrow. The dress is absolutely perfect, and the boots!” Lily laughed. “I’m so glad Dana suggested red boots. I love them!”

  This was going to be like no wedding Allie had ever planned, Jackson thought. The Cardwells went all out, that was for sure.

  He looked around the barn, seeing through the eyes of the guests who would be arriving for the wedding. Allie had found a wonderful wedding cake topper of a cowboy and his bride dancing that was engraved with the words: For the rest of my life. Tag had said that Lily had cried when she’d seen it.