âAre you busy tonight?â
âThanks,â Kara said, âbut really, I donât go to bars.â Not anymore.
âSo you said. But itâs not like itâs a rowdy honky-tonkâwell, not from six to eight, anyway.â Derrick smiled. âI think the wildest person in the dinner crowd is usually Lily Tate. She loves the all-you-can-eat ribs, and if the cook runs out, she gets hostile.â
Kara laughed. Lily Tate was a regular customer at the bank, still feisty at seventy-eight. âWell, when you put it like thatâ¦I suppose I could come for a little while.â
âGreat.â
Kara reached to set her glass on the table, and Derrickâs gaze fell on her wedding band.
He looked as if someone had knocked the air out of him.
âThat is,â he added, âif your husband wonât mind.â
Dear Reader,
Where would I be without you? I truly appreciate each and every one of you who reads the books I write. Oftentimes the characters I create pull me into the story so deeply, I feel as though theyâre real people. This was definitely the case with Kara and Derrick.
As a huge fan of country music, I had a lot of fun writing a hero who plays the guitar and sings country love songs. And the fact that heâs just an average guy next door made me fall in love with Derrick. (I hope you will, too!) Of course, Kara is exactly the sort of person Iâd like to have for a best friend, especially since she loves horses and dogs.
Friendship is all Kara can afford when Derrick first knocks on her door. But sheâs soon caught up in an inner battleâtrying to move forward but afraid to let go of her past. Derrick faces a similar dilemma except, like a lot of men, he hides from his problems. He soon finds out that âignore it and itâll go awayâ doesnât apply here.
I hope you enjoy Derrick and Karaâs story as they travel a rocky road in their search for happiness.
Please come visit my Web pages at smrw.org or superauthors.com or e-mail me at [email protected]. I love hearing from my readers.
Brenda Mott
When Brenda isnât writing or rescuing animalsâshe has about thirty dogs at any given timeâshe enjoys curling up with a good book (naturally!), riding her horses or walking the German shepherds along the riverbank. Brenda can trace her family roots back to the Cherokees who walked the Trail of Tears, and her ranch, deep in the Tennessee woods, is located on part of what used to be the Cherokee Nation.
This book is dedicated to my Cherokee family,
especially my dadâs great-great-grandma Dancer, who was brave enough and tough enough to walk from the Eastern Cherokee Nation all the way to Oklahoma. >*Nv-wa-do-hi-ya-dv, e-ni-si. Peace, Grandmother. We got ten acres back.
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
EPILOGUE
Summer 1993
DERRICK WAS IN THE MOOD TO PLAY. He pulled his â68 Gran Torino to a halt at the only stoplight in town. Beside him, Nick Taylor smirked and revved the engine of his Chevelle.
âHey, loser!â Nick challenged through the carâs open window. âLetâs see what youâve got.â
From the Chevelleâs passenger seat, Jason Fremont sneered at him. âYour Torino sucks, Mertz, you drop-out hick!â
Nick and Jason had graduated last year and gone on to college, while heâd stayed right here in Sage Bend, Montana. Being the father of a two-year-old and holding down a full-time job didnât leave much time for anything else.
But tonight Derrick felt like the boy he used to beâthe boy he sometimes wished he still was. Just a guy out celebrating his nineteenth birthday. Even if Shelly had tried to ruin it by dropping Connor off on his doorstep unannounced. It wasnât his weekend to take care of their son. He had planned to party with his friends, and sheâd known that.
Derrick glanced into the back seat where his son sat strapped into the car seat. The little guy loved riding in the Gran Torino. Theyâd make their own fun.
The thud against his car door made Derrickâs head snap around. He saw raw egg running down the side of the Torino and choked back a curse.
Nick and Jason howled with laughter, then took off with a squeal of tires as the light turned green.
Assholes!
Derrick put the Torino in gear. âWhat do you think, Connor? Want to show those jerks what for?â
âWhat for!â Connor replied, his dimpled cheeks reflected in the rearview mirror as he giggled.
Derrick let out the clutch, and the Gran Torino leapt forward like a big cat on the run. Heâd gotten the car from his grandfather, and while it didnât look like much on the outside, he and Grandpa Mertz had made everything under the hood purr.
No way could that piece of crap Chevelle outrun him.
Rapidly shifting gears, he caught up with Nick and Jason, passing them by a half length as they sped away from town out onto the county road. Country music blared through his stereo speakersâa song about fast cars and faster womenâas Derrick watched his speedometer needle arc higher.