He wasn’t crazy about interrupting Elisabeth if she was still with Robbie, but he wanted to let her know where he was going to be for the next few hours in case she needed him while he was at the Rickers’ farm. There was no way he could answer his cell phone while dealing with a difficult calving. He texted her on his way to the farm. When she didn’t text back, he called her. He didn’t want to take a chance of her calling while he was busy and misinterpreting why he didn’t answer his phone, especially after he’d left her and Robbie alone.
“Ross.” She sounded breathless.
“Hey, babe. I’m on my way to the Rickers’ farm. So I’ll be late tonight. Are you okay?” Are we still together?
“Yeah. Just had a slew of people to take care of at the booth.”
“You’re back at the booth?” Thank God. Then she couldn’t have been too hung up on Robbie.
“Yes. Sorry. I walked away from Robbie and right into a barrage of customers. I can’t believe it, but Wren showed up with two of her dogs. I have about seven people waiting now, including two guys who said they were suppliers for your clinic, and the fair closes soon, so I can’t stay on long, but I really am sorry about Robbie.” She was talking fast. He knew she couldn’t discuss this in front of customers.
“We’ll talk tonight. Go ahead and take care of your customers.” Relief swept through him. She was still his Lissa. Thank God. “I’ll come by when I’m done, and I arranged for Wes to help you break down the booth.”
“I know. Callie told me right before you called. Thank you. I’m sorry. I want to talk, but I’ve got to run.”
“Okay.” He smiled to himself, picturing her beautiful face conflicted between staying on the phone and helping the people who were waiting for her. “Love you, Lis.”
His words met dead airwaves. She’d already ended the call. Even though he knew it was just because she was busy at her booth with a line of people waiting for her, he couldn’t help but feel disappointed.
Ross was at the Ricker farm until well after dark. The calving cow had grown tired with her efforts and Ross worried she’d given up. When the calf finally made an appearance, it was with only one leg showing.
Ross knew he had to move quickly. It was a tricky and uncomfortable process for mother, calf, and for Ross, to reach inside the cow and manipulate the calf’s leg so the calf could come out without breaking the appendage. After fifteen minutes of patient manipulation, he safely delivered the sweet little calf. He was relieved when the exhausted mother cow began cleaning off the calf. His muscles were corded tight across his neck and back. The exhausted mother took her tongue to the calf and cleaned the membrane from her slick body. This element of bonding was one of the most beautiful things Ross witnessed in his profession, and it tugged at his heartstrings every time. Despite the blood and fluid, the mother’s innate desire to nurture her calf was a beautiful and amazing sight. He waited for both mother and baby to stand, and for the baby to begin to nurse, and for the first time, watching these moments, spurred thoughts in him about his own future. About having children with Elisabeth someday and watching her take their baby to her breast.
Once he was certain the baby was nursing well, he knew they were in the clear and breathed a much-needed sigh of relief.
He needed to go home and shower before seeing Elisabeth, though he wanted nothing more than to go to her house, take her in his arms—and never let her go. He called her, and his call went to voicemail after the third ring. He left a message.
“Hey, babe. I’m heading home to shower and then I’ll come over with the boys. Sorry it’s so late. Miss you.”
He called Wes on his way home.
“Hey, bro. How’s the calf?” Wes sounded like he was in a good mood.
“Fine. Long night, but mother and calf are both fine. Just wanted to thank you for helping Lis tonight. Sorry to leave you hanging.” He could always count on his brothers, just as they could always count on him.
“No worries. Besides, I owed you for the day I called and had you drop everything to come take the quills out of Sweets, remember?”
Ross laughed under his breath. “That’s a day I’ll never forget. That was the day I found out about you and Callie. I remember thinking that you’d been roped and I’d never be in that position.” He shook his head as he pulled into his driveway.
“Yeah, I remember that look in your eyes, and now?”
He pictured the smirk on Wes’s face and was tempted to give him a smart-ass answer, but when Elisabeth’s beautiful face and red-rimmed eyes flashed in his mind, he couldn’t muster the lie.
“Honestly, Wes. I can’t imagine my life without her.”
THE FIRST THING Elisabeth did when she got home was call her mother and give her hell for telling Robbie where she was. After an uncomfortable, albeit necessary, conversation, she ended the call, then contemplated calling Robbie for so long that she thought she was going to lose her mind if she didn’t just do it. She didn’t even know why he’d given her the stupid card for the lodge. She had his cell phone number in her phone. Some couples were venomous when they broke up. She and Robbie hadn’t been like that. They’d dated for more than a year, and Elisabeth had been happy. For the first time in all the years that she’d been craving returning to Trusty, she thought that her hopes and dreams must have been wrong. That there wasn’t really a stronger love. She thought that she’d somehow believed in a myth and that what she and Robbie had was what relationships were. Even-keeled and happy to see each other. And although she had longed to live in Trusty, and she longed for a stronger, deeper love, she was loyal to Robbie and accepted their relationship as her fate. Then one night when she’d least expected it, Robbie came over and they watched a little television, and the next thing she knew, Robbie was telling her that he needed to focus on getting his PhD. And just like that, as if it were as simple as changing his clothes, he’d ended the relationship. There was no yelling, and that night, there were no tears. The tears came later. The yelling never did.
Fate—the real fate—had played its hand. And she’d never again doubted fate, love, or that she’d find both in Trusty. And now it was time to deal with fate head-on.
She went to the closet and slid the box out. She pushed her aunt’s letters to the side, pausing briefly to glance at them one more time, and withdrew Robbie’s T-shirt and the framed photograph of them. She ran her fingers over the picture and could hardly believe he was there in Trusty. That he’d come all that way to try to win her back.
She closed the box and pushed it back into the closet, then leaned her back against the closet door as she called his number. He answered on the first ring.
“You called.” He sounded so hopeful, it tugged at her heart.
“Yeah. Can you come over so we can talk?” She glanced at his T-shirt, folded neatly on the couch beside the framed photograph of the two of them.
“Sure. Just give me directions and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She gave him directions and then sat on the couch and buried her face in her hands. She’d told Emily, Callie, and Daisy about Robbie and that she wasn’t interested in getting back together with him. They’d rallied around her, offering to spend the evening with her and to take her out for a cocktail. She’d had enough cocktails for a while. All she wanted was the life she’d always dreamed of, with the man she adored.
Fifteen minutes later there was a knock at the door, and she froze in the middle of the living room. Her legs wouldn’t move. Her heart thundered against her ribs.
I can do this.
She took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, then breathed deeply several more times before answering the door with the shirt and frame clutched to her chest. Robbie stood before her with a kind smile and a soft gaze. He was the man she’d thought she wanted for a long time, and now here he was. Ready, willing, and offering to make things work. One of Aunt Cora’s pearls of wisdom flashed through her mind. You’ll know when you let the one that matters get away, because when you look into his eyes that last time, your heart falls to your feet and you can barely breathe.
She stepped out on the front porch and without a word, sat down on the top step. Robbie sat beside her, and she felt her heart squeeze. That’s Ross’s seat.
“I’m glad you called.” Robbie leaned his elbows on his knees in the familiar way he had and clasped his hands together. “I know it took you by surprise when I showed up.”
“Yes, it did.” He was so sure, effortlessly comfortable. It would be easy to fall into that friendship again, which, she realized again, was exactly what they’d had. A really great friendship that had found its way into the bedroom. They could have been called friends with benefits, although she hadn’t seen it that way at the time. Only since being with Ross did she understand how deeply her heart was capable of loving, how alive her body was capable of feeling.
Robbie reached for her hand, and she let him take it. There was no need to fight the friendly notion. She was ready to say her piece, and then, like the last time they’d ended things, he’d walk away, seemingly unperturbed. And unlike last time, she’d go back to Ross.