Her Dakota Man (Book 1 - Dakota Hearts) (2 page)

They’d stood across from each other on summer nights hundreds of times. They'd been inseparable back then. Sometimes the three of them. Many times just her and Logan. Yet Kelly had been the one to love Logan the way that Poppy had dreamed. How it happened no longer mattered. Especially since Logan was glaring at Poppy as if she’d let Kelly down in the cruelest and most unforgivable way, not knowing it was actually the other way around.

She was a stupid woman! What had convinced her he’d care about the truth now?

For a fleeting second, Poppy wanted to climb back into her rental car and drive as fast as she could until she reached Rapid City. She didn’t belong here. To hell with the promise she’d made to Kelly. But she’d be damned if she spent her entire life wondering if things would have been different if Logan had only learned the truth. If she left, she’d never know.

“How’s this, Daddy?”

Logan’s attention turned to Keith, who was quite pleased with the pile of sticks he'd made in the middle of the driveway. Walking over to him, he said. “Little buddy, that's a fine pile you just started. I’m so proud of you. But we can't have the fire in the middle of the driveway. Do you think you can move these sticks over to big pile over there?”

“Okay!” Unaffected by Logan pointing out his error, Keith quickly went on his way of picking away at the pile a stick at a time and running over to drop it in another pile off the driveway. Poppy was grateful for the slight reprieve of talking with Logan.

Glancing back at Poppy, Logan sighed. He didn’t want her there. That much was evident. Her determination renewed, she lifted her chin and decided she was digging in if she had to dig a hole to do it. Logan was going to have to deal with her at some point, like it or not, so they might as well get it over with now.

As if he’d come to the same conclusion, he took a few long strides toward her. “Look, I can appreciate you wanting to come out and check on your family home and all. You lived here your whole life, so that's understandable. But as you can see, the house is still standing.”

“You can appreciate? Well, that's very dignified of you to say it that way.”

“In case you hadn’t noticed, I'm not feeling very dignified right now. So you can just get in your car and head back to New York if you don’t like it. I don't need you here.”

“You say that. But I know different, Logan McKinnon. You need me now more than ever.”

Logan watched Poppy’s expression collapse, saw the hurt on her face that he didn't want to acknowledge he'd caused with his words. There was a time when his sole purpose in a day was to make Poppy Ericksen smile. To hear her musical laugh. Not today. But despite his anger, hurting her didn’t make him feel any better.

In the distance, echoes of chainsaws and other equipment resonated from all the surrounding houses and across the fields. Now that the rain had stopped, everybody was outside trying to do their best with whatever resources they had at their disposal to try to get life back to normal.

The small town he'd grown up in wasn’t a stranger to floods or other natural disasters. Harsh Dakota weather was a way of life for the people in these parts. But they’d never seen anything like the floods that had swept through his town this past week. Ice, rain and the drought from last year had made the ground prime to nearly wipe some parts of South Dakota clean off the map. There had been little warning and scarcely any time to prepare for it.

Did he need help? Sure. Every single landowner around here was sorely lacking in resources despite the fact people were traveling from out of state to help. He'd be stupid to pass up help from anyone willing to pitch in and get dirty. But Poppy wasn't talking about the flood.

“Why now? You weren’t here when Kelly got sick. You didn't come back to see her when she'd spent those last months in the hospital dying. What makes you think anything you do now will make a difference?”

She looked at him directly. And damned he'd always admired the woman for that. Poppy had never been one to sink back from an argument. She'd always met it head on. And if she got caught in a wrong, she quickly owned up to it.
Damn her.
Logan didn't want to admire Poppy Ericksen for anything.

“Because Kelly asked me to.”

It was like he'd just been sucker punched in the gut.
Kelly had asked her?

He chuckled sarcastically. “Those words are pretty easy coming from your mouth with Kelly not here to dispute them.”

“Say what you want about me, Logan. But when have I ever lied to you?” Poppy asked.

He was angry. He'd even go as far as saying he was disappointed in Poppy given the history the three of them had together. But a liar? No, she'd never been that.

He looked at her designer boots standing in the mud. Her blue jeans must have cost a small fortune and the tailored coat she was wearing probably cost as much as his mortgage payment. This wasn't the Poppy he remembered, the young girl who always turned his eye with the unexpected. That girl didn’t need designer threads.

“What makes you think I'd welcome any help you offered?”

Before he could even process the cruelty of that statement, she said, “Because right now there isn't a person in this county who doesn't already have too much work to do on their own property who is standing here offering help. So you're hardly in a position to turn me away.”

Logan couldn't argue that point. The magnitude of the cleanup work that lay ahead of him was overwhelming. When he and Keith had emerged from the house yesterday and he saw just how bad the world outside around him was, it nearly leveled him. And he hadn’t even had the chance to survey the entire property.

Her chest rose and fell on a heavy sigh, then she walked to the back of the car and opened her trunk, pulling out a large designer suitcase. She kept the trunk open.

“Unless of course, you'd prefer I stay somewhere else.”

“There is no place else in this county that has space available,” he said quickly. “Hotels are all full up with people who lost their homes or workers from out of town who are here for the cleanup.”

“I was talking about your mother's house.”

“My…my mother?”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “Don't look so shocked. I always got along with your family just fine. I've known Kate McKinnon since I was able to walk across the floor of her restaurant. When I stopped in town at the diner earlier today, she offered to put me up if you turned me away.”

“You talked to my mother about staying here?”

She laughed and looked up at the sky. “Men. Am I speaking a foreign language? I don't know what you're having such a hard time with, Logan. It’s not like we haven’t slept under the same roof before. Your mom thought maybe you could use some help with Keith while you cleaned up since she's going to be too busy feeding people doing cleanup to keep an eye on him.”

His mom had told Logan as much earlier in the day. Keith loved spending time with his mom at the diner, but too many other people were in need right now for him to monopolize her time or any of his relations. His brothers would be coming to help when they had spare time, but in truth, Hawk was too busy at the clinic, dealing with injuries and Ethan, his twin brother, was working down at the police station coordinating search and rescue efforts. His military training was too much of an asset to those in need for Logan to expect him to rush over here. Word had it Sam was on his way home from Colorado at some point, but he wasn’t sure when. And Wade… After four years missing, the notion of his older brother showing up in Rudolph was just a wish, not a likely reality.

And Keith was his responsibility alone. Truth be known, Logan didn't want Keith anywhere but with him after hearing stories of flash flooding that swept people right out of the arms of loved ones. It had been scary enough worrying about Keith with all that water coming in around them during that long night of heavy rains and river swells. The fact that the house was still standing the next morning was enough to put his brothers’ minds at ease for the time being.

And yet, here was Poppy. She’d come all the way here from New York City like she’d appeared out of a dream.
Damn her.
He didn’t want to think about Poppy as a dream at all. He’d let that go years ago.

Poppy reached up and slammed the trunk closed.

“So what's it going to be? Am I moving into your old bed at your mom's house or my old room here?”

“You can't.”

Poppy's shoulders sagged as she nodded slowly.

“Keith has that room now. I moved him in there after Kelly died so he'd be closer to my bedroom. You can take the room down the end of the hall. It's bigger anyway.”

She picked up her bag and walked slowly toward him, a crooked smile playing on her lips, one that made him feel like smooth velvet rubbing against his skin.

“You afraid of what your mom would have said if you turned me away?” she said, quietly goading him. “Or are you afraid of people talking.”

People were talking already if Poppy Ericksen rolled into town and stopped by the diner. Rudolph was a small town and everyone knew everyone.

He rolled his eyes, then glanced down at her. She was incredibly close. And she smelled damned good. She always had, he remembered. She’d never been one to wear heavy perfume or makeup. And today wasn’t any different. It was just
Poppy
. He hated that he was reminded of that. He didn't want those memories, so he pushed them back where they belonged. In the past. He was only allowing Poppy to stay for one reason.

“As you pointed out, I could use help with Keith while I do some cleanup here. If you could do that for me...it'd be good.”

She smiled then and her eyes lit up. He'd forgotten just how much they twinkled when she smiled. Something deep in his gut tightened.

“Good.” She started walking away, then turned back. “I'll just bring these upstairs and get changed. Be back in a minute.”

Logan took a moment to steady himself while checking on Keith's progress. The little guy had managed to transfer all the wood, one stick at a time, to a pile about ten yards away from the one he'd made in the driveway. Logan smiled at his son's tenacity. “Great job, little man!”

Keith beamed with pride. Logan heard the screen door creak and saw Poppy standing on the porch holding the door open, one foot on the threshold and the other on the porch. Her wide smile was genuine as she gazed over at Keith. The look she gave him was one of pure affection and admiration.

“Awesome job, Keith,” she called out before walking inside.

He wanted to stay angry at Poppy. Deep down it was easier that way than dealing with the feelings stirring inside of him from seeing her again.

# # #

A symphony played so loudly in Poppy's chest that she thought her heart would burst. She placed her hand on her chest to steady herself. All she’d done was walk into the house and it felt as if she'd just run a marathon.

Logan hadn't turned her away.
Maybe everything Kelly had said was true.

Poppy had questioned her best friend's confession on her deathbed over a year ago. Surely Kelly was delirious. She couldn’t know what she was saying. But it had been important to Kelly that Poppy listen to her final words and so she did. Every one of them. She'd sat next to her best friend and held her hand, wanting to do so much more for her in the little time they had left together.

That was a year ago and it had taken all this time for Poppy to muster up the courage to make due on the one promise she’d made to Kelly that day.

She picked up her suitcase and made her way to the stairs like she had so many times in her childhood. The house smelled the same. Poppy had always loved the smell of the air blowing through the windows on a hot summer day or a cool autumn night. Or the scent of burning wood from the wood stove in the basement. Logan had the stove burning and she could smell smoldering wood. It was early spring and the windows were closed tight against the Dakota cold. The house hadn't been lived in by her family in years. But there was still a hint of
something
that brought Poppy’s memories back to her childhood as she climbed the narrow staircase to the second floor.

She didn't peek into the first bedroom at the top of the stairs, or her old room, which as Logan pointed out was now Keith's room. Instead, she walked straight down the hall to the front bedroom that used to be her grandmother's before she'd died. The door was open. Poppy walked inside and dropped her suitcase on the floor at the foot of the bed, then turned around to look at everything.

It all looked the same. The chenille bedspread had been changed out for a fresh country quilt, something Kelly had always loved. But the style of eyelet curtains was the same as Poppy remembered. Touching the fabric, she was instantly transformed back to her childhood.

She gazed out the bedroom window to the front yard where Logan and Keith were now building a fire surround with rocks. Logan was carrying over large stones, and Keith took small pebbles and dropped them in the ring that Logan had started.

“What the hell am I doing here?” She sighed.