âYou said it was somebodyâs birthday. So I brought over some Buckton brownies.â
Cooper looked genuinely surprised. From behind him came the smiling face of a young girl. Then came an odd clicking sound as crutches came into view, flanking the ruffles of a frilly party dress. Tess told herself not to stare as the ruffled skirt ended in only one white cowboy boot.
âSophie, this is the lady who told me about Lollyâs blondies,â Cooper said.
Sophieâs eyes grew wide. âThey were super yummy!â
Tess felt herself smile. âAnother of my favorites is my grandmotherâs brownies, and she insisted I bring some over to the birthday girl.â
âIâm six now,â pronounced Sophie. She shifted to show off her solitary boot. âDo you like âem? Theyâre my birthday present.â
There was something brave and bittersweet in how the child referred to her single boot as a pair. âMighty nice,â Tess said. âWhite boots are extra specialâyou must be extra special yourself.â
Sheâd called a little boy in Adelaide âextra specialââa little boy sheâd never get to buy birthday presents for nowâand the words sat bittersweet on her tongue.
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But he said to me, âMy grace is sufficient for
you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.â Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christâs power may rest on me.
â2 Corinthians 12:9
Chapter One
âJust oneâno, two.â Tess Buckton ogled the covered dish of Lollyâs Dinerâs decadent blondies, fighting the urge to buy all of them. After flying halfway around the world in the last thirty hours, she could easily eat the whole plate without stopping. Not that she would, but she could. âOkay, three. But no more.â
âThey that good?â
Tessâs jet-lagged brain struggled to distinguish the Texas surroundings she stood in now from the Australian settings sheâd left behind. It took a few seconds to recognize that the Aussie accent sheâd grown so used to hearing didnât belong in her hometown of Martins Gap, Texas. She turned to see a tall, tanned cowboy, one eyebrow raised in question as a smirk turned up one corner of his mouth.
âYeah,â she said, âthey are. I just got back into town and Iâve been dreaming of these since I got on the plane thirty hours ago. Iâve been in Adelaide, actually.â
His eyes widened at the mention of the Australian city. âFrom near Alice Springs, up in Northern Territory, myself. Not that you could tell from the accent, Iâm sure.â His smirk spread into a full-blown and rather disarming smile.
Her brother Luke had mentioned this guy in an email. There had been talk of the well-known Australian horse trainer looking at the property abutting her familyâs ranch. According to Luke, some said he was renting it for the season, others speculated he was planning to buy the land at the end of the summer. âIâm guessing your last name is Pine,â she offered.
The man put one hand on his chest. âGuilty as charged.â
One of the famous Pine brothers. Only, which one? She looked at him, trying to draw the face of either of the TV celebrity siblings up from her sleep-deprived memory. It wasnât like sheâd ever really followed the show, but it was famous enough that ads for it were pretty much impossible to avoid.
âIâm the other one,â he said, tipping up his hat.
She laughed as she accepted the bag of three blondies from Lolly and immediately reached into the bag for one.
âThat would make me Cooper,â he explained. She nodded as she bit into the confection, glad not to have to admit she could only remember Hunter Pineâs name in her present state. He cocked his head toward the other four blondies still remaining on the covered plate. âThereâs a little lady at my house with a birthday tomorrow. Should I buy the rest?â