Bragg watched the two banter for a moment, wondering what it would be like to have a woman at his side. He’d never given it much thought, knowing the life he’d chosen didn’t leave room for families. He’d never questioned the decision until Mitch had made him accountable for someone other than himself.
“Well, I for one am ready to leave,” Winchester said.
Jo smiled. “I suppose you’ve done your duty and mingled.”
“You leaving?” Winchester said.
Bragg nodded. “In a minute or two.”
Winchester glanced past Bragg to Greer, who stood at the front of the room. “There a reason to stick around?”
“No reason. Just enjoying the night air for a minute or two.”
“Well, we’ll leave you.”
Jo smiled. “Night, Bragg.”
He touched the brim of his hat. “Ma’am.”
Bragg lingered outside watching Greer. She moved with an easy confidence he’d not seen when they’d first met or before this evening. He shouldn’t care one way or the other, but he liked seeing her smile.
The door opened, the din of laughter escaping into the night as a tall slim man stepped outside. The door closed and the man glanced up at Bragg. “Good evening.”
Bragg touched the brim of his hat. “Evening.”
The man cocked his head and extended his hand. “Texas Ranger?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Hope it’s not trouble bringing you out here tonight.”
“No, sir.” He wasn’t sure really what had brought him out here tonight.
The man extended his hand. “Dr. Andy Stewart.”
The name registered immediately. “You speak to a group of veterans?”
“I speak to them regularly.”
“My nephew is a marine. Mitch Bragg. He’s been in your group.”
Dr. Stewart nodded in recognition. “Mitch. Good guy. I thought he didn’t have family. Said his mother died and his father ran off.”
“He’s got me.” The words tumbled out with surprising authority. “Is it your doing he’s working out here?”
The doctor shrugged. “I connect people who might be of help to each other. Greer needed someone to help with the vineyard. Mitch needed work and purpose. Seemed a good fit.”
Bragg managed a smile for the doctor, but couldn’t decide if he liked him or not. “I hear it was your idea for the fund-raiser.”
“It was.”
“And Ms. Templeton jumped at the idea of inviting everyone out here?”
He chuckled. “It took some coaxing,” he offered. “She’s a bit shy.”
Bragg tossed a line in the water, wondering what the good doctor might offer. “I read about the accident. She’s had a tough road back.”
Dr. Stewart’s sympathy for Greer was evident. “That’s why she’s such an invaluable asset to the center. She understands tough times.”
“She’s a stubborn gal,” Bragg said. “You must have done some real fast talking to get her to do this.”
“I did.”
“How does she handle herself at the Crisis Center?”
“Very professional. Effective with callers.”
“How so?”
“She’s good with people.”
“I suppose her past left a lasting mark.”
Dr. Stewart smiled. “Ranger Bragg, I coax information out of people for a living. I know when someone’s on a fishing expedition.”
Bragg grinned. “Hazard of the job.”
The door to the tasting room opened and a laughing couple emerged. “Well, it’s been a long day. I need to get going.”
“Nice meeting you, doc.”
“You as well, Ranger Bragg.”
As the doctor walked toward his car, Bragg’s gaze trailed him. When he’d driven off, Bragg’s gaze skimmed the horizon and landed on a glimmer of light up on a distant hill. It was a house. He thought about the pictures of Greer that had been taken with a telephoto lens. The angle would be about right to get some of the shots.
He looked back inside at Greer, who stood near a group of folks made of money. Now that her presentation had ended her smile had faded. When she wasn’t talking about her grapes she wasn’t happy. Doing penance was the sense he got.
She felt guilty. Unworthy. Was it the accident or was there another secret she was hiding from everyone?
Their group had been tight-knit. Two boys and three girls. None had known each other before camp but now they knew they’d be friends forever.
Forever. Forever had proven to be fragile for the three remaining teenage girls standing around the campfire holding hands, matching red rope bracelets dangling. Fingers clasped tight, they fought tears. Their numbers were dwindling. First Sam had left and then Rory. Elizabeth didn’t have Sam’s address but Rory had given his freely so she’d written him and told him how much she missed him. Every day when mail arrived she rushed to the counselor’s office to see if he’d written. No correspondence from her mother. Not a card or letter from Rory. She’d grown accustomed to her mother’s silence since Jeff’s death, but Rory’s silence stung.
Tomorrow Joan would leave and soon Robin would go. Elizabeth prayed they didn’t abandon her like the others.
Tears ran down Robin’s face as she shook her downcast head. “I swear I’m going to write and call and visit. I know we’ve not heard from Rory, but I will be different. I’m not going to forget you guys.”
Joan nodded. “Me, too. I’m not like Rory. I promise I won’t forget.” She squeezed Elizabeth’s hand a little harder. “I’m sorry Rory didn’t love you enough to stay connected.
”
Elizabeth wasn’t such a young fool that she didn’t realize Rory was weak and needed support or that Joan wanted him. In here she’d been his support. But out in the real world, there was no telling whom he’d turned to. And she didn’t want to lose him. She loved him. She’d already lost so much. “Please don’t forget me.”
Joan frowned. “I will be different. I won’t forget.”
“Me, either,” Robin said. “It will be different with us.”
It will be different with us.
The words swirled in Elizabeth’s head. But when she turned to hug her friends, they were gone.
She was alone.
She searched the circle frantically for Robin and Joan but couldn’t find them.
From the woods an owl hooted. She stared into the dense ring of trees expecting one of her friends. But there was no one.
And when she turned back to the campfire, the embers had died and darkness swooped on her like a net.
Greer sat up in bed, her heart racing, and sweat matting her hair against her forehead. She dragged shaking fingers through her hair and allowed a sigh to shudder from her.
The other night she’d dreamed of the accident and now Shady Grove. Rory. Tonight’s party. Both events had triggered too many past losses.
When she’d come to Bonneville she’d made the choice to put the past behind her. And she had. It had taken time to build herself up but she had. She’d not only learned how to work on the estate but how to run it. She was Bonneville. She was not the frightened teen at Shady Grove.
And still her hands shook. And her heart raced.
Sara woke up in stages. Her head pounded and her mouth was as dry as cotton. She pushed up from the floor, her brain confused. She couldn’t figure out where she was now.
Moistening dry lips, she steadied herself as she drew in air. Cold, refreshing air, to the point of bracing. Confused, she searched the gray metal room. Patches of frost clung to the walls. Where was she?
She rubbed her chilled arms as she rose. The cold floor burned into her bare feet and she discovered her shoes were gone.
She drew her designer jacket closed, but its summer-weight fabric was a paltry match against the cold. It had been designed to withstand the Texas summer heat, not a Montana winter.