Keeper of the Stars (27 page)

Trevor raised his eyebrows, urging more of an answer.

Rodney shook his head. “I don't believe it would be wise to accept. You could loan the money to me, and the ranch could still not do well enough to survive. You could lose your savings, and I would have no way to repay you. I'm not a young man nor a completely healthy one.”

“I'm not worried about losing the money.”

“You should be.”

They both heard hurried footsteps on the stairs.

Trevor offered a brief smile as he took a step back from the table. “Keep thinking about it, sir. I'll be asking you to reconsider next time we talk.”

If nothing else, Trevor was a tenacious young man.

Rodney nodded just before his daughter reentered the kitchen.

It was an easy drive down to Boise. Except for places where
steep mountainsides kept the road in shadows, the highway was clear of snow and ice. There was little other traffic to contend with at this hour on New Year's Day. Trevor supposed most travelers were already at their destinations for the first full day of a long weekend. While still passing through the foothills, they dropped below the snow line. And once they reached the valley floor, there wasn't a hint of white remaining.

“Where exactly are we going for brunch?” Penny asked, breaking the most recent silence.

“You'll see.” He pulled his phone from his shirt pocket and handed it to her. “Tap the icon that says Maps. All you should have to do then is tap Start, and it'll give us directions. I've got it all set up.”

She laughed softly as she looked at the phone's screen. “I've forgotten what this is like.”

“What what's like?”

“I haven't had a cell phone since I finished grad school. It isn't worth the cost for the rare times I could use it. I'm not in range of a tower often enough to justify the expense.”

Just then, a male voice from the phone advised Trevor that his next turn was up ahead.

Penny laughed. “My last cell phone definitely didn't talk to me.”

“I have to admit, I found it disorienting when I got to Kings Meadow and my phone became basically useless. You know, not being able to check my e-mails and go on the Internet whenever I wanted to look something up.” He
shrugged. “But I've gotten used to it.” He hesitated a moment, then added, “It's not all that bad to be disconnected from 24/7 social media and e-mail.”

From the corner of his eye, he saw Penny turn her gaze in his direction, perhaps studying him to ascertain if he'd spoken the truth. He hoped she would see the answer. He hoped she would discover many truths about him during this day.

The restaurant where they had brunch was the perfect setting. Relaxed enough that they didn't feel underdressed in Levis and boots. Fancy enough that they felt like they were dining someplace out of the ordinary. They talked some, ate a little more, and gazed into each other's eyes. Often—perhaps too often—Trevor was tempted to declare his love to her, to speak the words aloud for the first time. But something held him back. He had to find the perfect moment.

After finishing brunch, Trevor followed his phone's GPS to their next destination, one he hadn't mentioned to Penny in advance.

“What are we doing here?” she asked as she stared up at the sign on the amusement center's building.

“We're going to race go-carts.”

“We're going to what?”

“Race go-carts.”

She gave him a look that said she thought he was crazy.

“Come on. You spend all of your working hours shut up
in a library. Yesterday you admitted it was ages since you'd had time to go horseback riding.”

Last summer, on a particularly long drive from one venue to another, Brad had shared more stories about his boyhood and especially about the sister he adored. Despite the difference in their ages, they'd been close and had taken part in many an escapade. The picture of Penny that Trevor had formed in his mind as Brad talked that night was very much like the woman he saw now—teasing, laughing, fun loving. Quite different from the serious, worried, heartbroken woman he'd met upon arriving in Idaho.

Trevor continued, “You need to let your hair down, as they say. Have a bit of fun. The way you used to when you were a kid.”

“I have been having fun. I
am
having fun.”

Her smile made him feel like a million bucks.

She reached for the door handle. “Well, let's get going. I want to beat you around the track before it's time to see that movie you promised me.” With that, she opened the truck door and dropped to the ground.

“Beat me?” He laughed as he hurried to follow after her. “Who said you were going to beat me?”

“
I
did!”

Trevor wasn't the sort of guy to lose a challenge on purpose, but he might have done so for Penny . . . if she'd needed him to. She didn't. She drove with wild abandon, coming in first more than once.

From the amusement center they headed to the theater to
see one of the recent holiday season's box-office hits. Because the movie had been playing since Thanksgiving, Trevor and Penny had the theater mostly to themselves. While they watched the movie, they snacked on buttered popcorn and sodas.

From the theater complex, they headed to the mall to check out sales, although neither of them seemed inclined to buy anything. Both were satisfied with looking and showing the other what they'd found, from watches to snow boots, from funky scarves to diamond bracelets. But they had the most fun in the as-advertised-on-TV aisle of one department store. With one gadget after another, they made up outlandish advertising slogans for the products they found on the shelves. Perhaps other customers found their antics irritating, but Trevor and Penny were completely entertained by their own silliness.

Sides aching from laughter, they walked to the food court, where they got their choice of fast food to eat before their drive back to Kings Meadow. Finding an empty table surrounded by other empty tables, they sat down.

Penny slid her burrito up from the paper that held it. “Thank you for today, Trevor. It really was the most fun I've had in ages.”

“I feel the same way.”
More than that. I love you, Penny.
But now still wasn't the right time.

His cell phone rang, causing them both to startle at the unexpected sound. Trevor chuckled as he withdrew the phone from his shirt pocket. The caller ID told him it was
Beck Thompson. He mouthed the word
Sorry
to Penny, then punched the button to answer the call. “Hey, Beck. Didn't expect to hear from you again this soon.”

“And I didn't expect you to pick up. But I'm sure glad you did 'cause I've got big news.”

Although she couldn't hear the other side of the conversation, Trevor rolled his eyes at Penny.

“Trev, that producer I told you about? I saw him again and gave him your CD. He listened to it and likes your sound. He wants to meet with you. I really think there's a chance you could get signed to a major recording label.”

“You're kidding.”

“I'm dead serious. So how soon can you get here?”

Trevor looked across the table once more. Penny was eating her burrito, gaze fastened on her tray, but he knew she listened to his side of the conversation. “I'll have to think about it, Beck. See what I can arrange. I'll call you back in a few days. All right?”

“Sure. Fine by me. I did think you'd be a little more jacked about it. All I can say is don't let this chance pass you by. It could be the big break you've been waiting for all these years.”

“Yeah, I understand. I'll talk to you soon. Thanks. I mean it.”

“Sure thing. Later.”

Trevor pressed the End button. A chance. A real chance of hitting it big. It was what he'd wanted for nearly as long as he could remember. But it would mean leaving Idaho . . .

And Penny.

Brad

2015

B
RAD AND
T
REVOR WALKED OUT OF THE TRUCK STOP
a little before midnight. The September night was still warm, more like summer than early autumn.

“You sure you want to drive, Brad?”

“I'm sure. I'm good for another hour or two at least.”

“Well, I'm beat. I'm getting in the back and grabbing some shut-eye. You're sure you're good? 'Cause we can find a motel if you want.”

Brad gave his friend a shove on the arm, repeating, “I'm sure I'm good.”

What he didn't tell Trevor was that he'd felt compelled throughout the day to be in prayer. He'd prayed in spurts between conversations in the daylight hours, but it would be easier with Trevor asleep in the backseat.

Since God hadn't told him exactly who or what needed to be covered in prayer, Brad worked his way through a familiar list—praying for his dad's health; praying that Penny would finally get over her anger, that she would finally forgive him for leaving Idaho; praying for his trip home for Thanksgiving; praying for Trevor to know the Messiah, that his heart would be healed and he would experience new life.

He's so close, Lord. And I keep feeling like something's going to happen when we get to Kings Meadow in a couple of months, that You've prepared something special for him there. I don't know what it is, but I believe that something's going to happen.

As he continued to pray, miles and miles of highway rolled away, the moonless night and the rural landscape as dark as pitch. Sometimes it felt like only he and God existed in all the universe, just the two of them, talking about life and love. He felt his heart well up with joy, with praise, with a sense of anticipation unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

He didn't even know when his eyes began to grow heavy.

Jesus.

Chapter 21

L
ATE ON
M
ONDAY AFTERNOON, THREE DAYS AFTER
her New Year's excursion with Trevor, Penny stood at the large glass windows looking out on the library parking lot. Darkness had already fallen over Kings Meadow, and for some reason, the hush in the building felt . . . ominous.

“That's silly,” she muttered.

Maybe if she could stop thinking about Trevor, she wouldn't be in this strange mood. They'd had such a wonderful time together in Boise. Every moment had seemed perfection. Right up until they left the mall for the drive home. By then Trevor had seemed . . . different. He'd pulled away from her in a way she couldn't quite define.

And other than when he was tending to the livestock, he hadn't spent time at the ranch. He hadn't been unfriendly or discourteous. Just withdrawn. Distracted. Never completely engaged in any conversation she'd had with him.

Better not to let yourself care so much.

That advice was as easy to follow as telling herself not to breathe as much.

Because I love him. Completely, thoroughly love him
.

How had she allowed that to happen? Shouldn't she have known that not following a plan, that living in the moment, would end with heartbreak?

“Miss Cartwright?”

The soft female voice surprised Penny from her thoughts. She turned around to find Sharon Malone—the middle daughter of the high school principal—standing nearby, a slip of yellow scratch paper in her hand.

The girl held it toward her. “I can't find this book on the shelf. Is it checked out?”

“Let's see, shall we?” Glad for something to do, welcoming any diversion, Penny walked to the computer behind the library checkout counter. In moments, she knew the desired book should be on the shelf. She jotted down the call number. “It's in the library, Sharon. Maybe someone used it and then put it back in the wrong place. That happens.”

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Penny and Sharon searched the library stacks for the missing book. By the time the book was found, Sharon's dad, Ken, had arrived to take her home.

“I just need to check this book out, Dad,” the girl called to him in a stage whisper.

“Okay.” He waved at Penny. “No rush.”

Penny waved back as she took both book and library
card from Sharon. When the checkout was finished, Sharon stuffed the book into her backpack, adding it to at least four or five large school textbooks. Then she slung the bag over one shoulder and hurried toward her dad.

A few minutes later, the front doors closed behind the last library patron, and Penny was able to begin locking up and shutting down for the night. But with the silence came thoughts of Trevor again. Would he still be at the ranch when she got home or would he have departed already? Would they have a chance to talk? Would he tell her what troubled him?

The last of her tasks accomplished, Penny went to the back room and put on her warm winter outerwear. She glanced over her shoulder, hoping she hadn't forgotten anything while thinking about Trevor. Then with a sigh, she went out into the cold, dark evening, locking the dead bolt behind her.