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Bethany shrugged like it was a given. “I like Emma.”

“So do I.” Heather picked up the last chair.

“Will she see me sing?”

“I believe so.” Heather opened the last chair and sat next to her daughter.

“I like the man who talks funny, too.”

Heather’s heart did a little flip. “Mr. Echarpe?” She’d tried hard not to think about him all day, but he’d still crept into her thoughts a dozen times. Per hour.

Bethany crossed her little legs, mimicking an adult, then folded her arms and rested her chin on one palm. She tapped her chin with a finger. It was her serious thinking pose. Heather considered it adorable, and it always made her want to drag her daughter into her arms for a big hug. She refrained, however, since she knew she should encourage her daughter to think for herself. She glanced at the sun once more, trying to estimate how long it would take to set. And how long before she’d see Jean-Luc.

“Mr. Sharp doesn’t know he’s pretty,” Bethany announced. “But he is.”

Heather’s mouth dropped open. Good Lord, she’d given birth to a genius. “I think you’re brilliant.”

“I’m hungry. Can I have some cotton candy? I want the pink one.”

“We can do that. After supper.” Heather glanced at the gazebo. “Look. Miss Cindy wants you up there.”

Bethany squirmed off her chair and ran toward the gazebo where all the preschoolers were gathering. One of the teachers, Miss Cindy, proceeded to arrange them into two rows, the taller children in the back.

Heather rubbed her neck. The physical labor, Texas heat, and lack of sleep were catching up with her. At least once the sun set, the temperature would fall a few degrees. Jean-Luc was smart to wait.

There he was again, in her thoughts. She’d tossed and turned for an hour last night before sleep had finally overtaken her. She’d been tempted to go downstairs and keep him company all night. God knew there was still a lot she needed to learn about him. She’d shared her life story with him, but he’d shared very little with her.

What was he doing in Schnitzelberg, Texas, when the fashion world was centered in Paris? What was the real story behind Louie? Was she really in as much danger as Jean-Luc claimed? In spite of all her questions, she was drawn to him. Her heart raced whenever she looked into his sky-blue eyes. And she wanted his arms around her again.

But she’d known him only two nights. It was dangerous to fall for a man so fast. It should be dangerous, but it felt wonderful and exciting. Even more reason for her to keep her guard up. She’d survived too much upheaval in her life to screw it up now. Her first priority should be to maintain a calm, loving environment for her daughter.

Fidelia plopped down beside her and set her purse in her lap. In honor of the festive occasion, she’d worn her bright red skirt with gold spangles. “Those silly old church ladies. I offered to do a fortune-telling booth, but they turned up their snooty noses and said it was too pagan for a church function.”

Heather winced. “I’m sorry.” No doubt one of those church ladies was Cody’s mother. Mother Westfield had already informed Heather that she was abusing Bethany by allowing a gypsy woman to live in her house.

When it came to her daughter’s safety, Heather was more concerned with Fidelia’s gun-toting habits than her card reading. She glanced at the infamous purse. “Are you packing?”

“Only the Glock. I cut back.” Fidelia hung her head. “I felt kinda bad about the squirrel.”

Heather patted her arm. “I was relieved to have your gun with me last night.”

Fidelia nodded. “If that Louie shows up, I’ll blow his head off. Don’t care if I go to prison for it, either. You were kind enough to give me a home, even after I failed your mama.” Her eyes glimmered with tears.

Heather turned to face her old friend. “You didn’t fail my mother. You tried your best to warn her.”

“If I’d kept my mouth shut, both your parents might still be alive. Maybe those church ladies are right. Maybe I’m no good.”

“I won’t let you say that! My mother paid for your services, and she would have pestered you to kingdom come for your advice. You know that. It was impossible to tell my mother no.”

Fidelia sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I’ll do anything to protect you and the baby girl. I owe you that much.”

“You don’t owe me anything. You were always there for me. Like a second mother.” Heather laughed to keep her own tears at bay. “But a lot more fun than my real mother.”

Fidelia nodded. “She was a strong-willed woman.”

“Stubborn and fearful,” Heather corrected her. “I’m not living with fear anymore. I don’t want you to, either.”

Fidelia patted her purse. “I’ve got my courage right here.”

“You’ve got courage inside you. And you’re a good person. If I wasn’t a hundred percent sure of that, I wouldn’t trust you to take care of my daughter.”

Fidelia blinked away her tears, then assumed her tough face. “I checked out the crowd and the surroundings like you asked. No strangers with white hair and a cane.”

“Good. Thank you.” Heather glanced at the sun. About thirty minutes to go before Jean-Luc arrived. “Did you have any dreams last night?”

“I did have a strange one. I think it was Juan, but it was hard to tell. He looked like a guy from that movie you watch so much. Pride and something.”

“Pride and Prejudice? He looked like a Regency guy?”

Fidelia narrowed her eyes, trying to remember. “I think so, but only for a second. Then he looked like…George Washington, but fancier.”

“That’s weird.”

“Sí. And then he looked like—I don’t know. He had on tights and funny shorts that filled out like balloons.”

“Like a Renaissance man?”

Fidelia shrugged. “I don’t know what it means.”

Heather took a deep breath. She’d dismissed her immortal theory as too bizarre, but now she wondered.

Fidelia watched her closely. “You have an idea?”

“It’s too strange.”

“You’re talking to me, honey. Nothing’s too strange.”

“I think Jean might be…different somehow.”

Fidelia laughed. “He’s a hell of a lot different from any men in this town. But he might be just right for you.”

“I mean really different.”

“You mean in a supernatural way?” Fidelia tilted her head, considering it. “That could be.”

“You could believe that?”

“I’ve told you a million times. There are many things we do not know. That doesn’t make them not true.”

An immortal man? If Jean-Luc was one, then Louie was one, too, and they were locked in a struggle that had gone on for centuries. In spite of the heat, Heather shivered.

“Mama! Aunt Fee!” Bethany ran up to them. “Did you see me on the stage?”

“We sure did.” Heather pulled her onto her lap. “You looked fabulous.”

“Will you sit on the front row to watch me sing?”

“Of course.” Heather adjusted the barrette in her daughter’s hair. It was topped with a blue grosgrain ribbon bow to match Bethany’s blue sundress.

“I’m hungry.”

Heather smiled. “You’re always hungry.”

“I checked out the booths,” Fidelia said. “We have our choice of German sausage on a stick or a hot dog.”

Great. Heather grimaced. Pork or pork.

“I want a hot dog!” Bethany jumped off her mother’s lap. “With lots of ketchup.”

A mental picture flashed through Heather’s mind as they strolled toward the hot dog booth—Bethany on stage with her blue sundress and a giant ketchup stain down the front. “Let’s go easy on the ketchup.”

“You should try a foot-long,” Fidelia told her.

“I’m not that hungry.”

“Honey, who’s talking about food?” Fidelia winked.

With a snort, Heather shook her head.

“You should try one with some nice French buns.”

Heather laughed. “Yeah, I’ve been carb-free for too long.”

“Look! A Care Bear!” Bethany pointed at a huge yellow bear on display at a game booth. “Can I have that one?”

“I can try.” Heather pulled a wad of dollar bills from her jeans pocket. She purchased five balls for five dollars. Four times she managed to hit the stack of milk bottles, but they never fell.

“It’s rigged,” Fidelia muttered.

“I realize that.” Heather sighed. “At least it’s for a good cause.” Another five dollars later, the milk bottles were still standing. The man handed her a tiny, green bear.

“I’m afraid that’s all we get.” Heather gave the bear to her daughter.

“That’s okay. He’s a baby.” Bethany cradled it in her arms as they walked away. She looked wistfully back at the huge yellow mama bear.

They ordered their hot dogs and sat on a bench under a giant oak tree. Fidelia teased Heather about settling for a six-incher, while Heather kept an eye on the crowd. There were a few white-haired men with canes, but she recognized them from church.

The sun disappeared over the horizon. The street lamps surrounding the park on three sides came on. Each booth was lit, and the gazebo sparkled with white twinkle lights. The only dark area was down by the river. It was deserted except for a few teenagers stealing kisses. Most of the townspeople were crowded around the booths, laughing and spending money.

The high school students were gathered around the dunking booth, trying in vain to get Coach Gunter wet. He goaded them, his booming voice carrying across the park.

Fidelia was still working on her foot-long hot dog, so Heather left Bethany with her to purchase some cotton candy. Unfortunately, the cotton candy vendor was right across from the dunking booth.

“Come on, you wimps!” Coach shouted at the kids. “Who’s gonna dunk me?”

“We’re out of money, Coach,” one answered.

“You lazy bums! Get a job!” Coach yelled at them.

“Hey, Mrs. Westfield!” several students called out.

She greeted them by name.

“Mrs. W.,” Coach shouted. “Come and play with me!”

Students snickered. Heather groaned inwardly and turned her back to wait in line for cotton candy. Sometimes this town was really too small.

“I found you.” The deep, softly accented voice made her heart leap.

She whirled and found Jean-Luc standing behind her.

Chapter 10

“Oh. You made it.” Heather scolded herself silently for sounding too breathless. “I…are you hungry?”

“I already ate.” He turned to Robby, who had opted for black jeans instead of a kilt. “We’ll be fine.”

“I’ll check the perimeter then. Good evening, Mrs. Westfield.” He inclined his head, then marched off.

Heather noted how Robby’s T-shirt was stretched across his broad back. Definitely no weapon hidden there. “No swords?” she whispered.

“He has a dagger strapped to his calf,” Jean-Luc whispered back. “And I have this.” He tapped the ground with a mahogany cane. “There’s a sword inside.”

Heather eyed the ornate brass handle. “It looks like an antique.” Was the owner one, too?

Jean-Luc surveyed the crowd. “I’m overdressed.”

Heather smiled. His gray slacks were classy, and his blue dress shirt matched his eyes. “You look good to me.”

“Miss?” The vendor interrupted. “It’s your turn.”

“Oh.” She’d been too distracted to notice she was next in line. “One pink cotton candy.” She glanced at Jean-Luc as she dug money out of her pocket. “Unless you want one?”

“No. Allow me.” He whipped a five-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the vendor.

“Thank you.” Heather frowned as she took the stick of spun sugar. She wasn’t sure she wanted him paying.

Jean-Luc waved away the change the vendor attempted to give him and smiled at her. “It’s for playground equipment, non?”

“Right.” She smiled back. He was being generous for the preschool. She shouldn’t read more into it than that.

“Is that your friend, Heather?” Coach’s voice roared.

Heather winced. “Ignore him.”

Jean-Luc glanced at the coach. “Who is that man? What is that machine?”

“It’s a dunking booth.”

“Ah, I understand.” Jean-Luc nodded. “If he does not drown, then he is a witch.”

“No, he’s just a creep. It’s a game.” A witch? That sounded medieval. Score another point for the immortal theory. Heather motioned toward the bench where her daughter and Fidelia were sitting. “They’re waiting.”

“Hey, Mrs. W.,” the senior quarterback greeted her.

“Hi, Tyler.” She grabbed Jean-Luc’s arm, but he didn’t budge.

“Wow.” Tyler’s girlfriend looked at Jean-Luc and gave Heather a thumbs-up. “Way to go, Mrs. Westfield.”

“Thank you,” Heather muttered, tugging on Jean-Luc’s arm. This town was way too small.

Jean-Luc leaned close. “You know all these people?”

“They’re students. I’m their history teacher. And everybody knows everyone in this town.”

“Heather!” Coach roared. “Where’d you find that sissified city boy?”

Jean-Luc stiffened. “Is he referring to me?”

“Ignore him,” Heather begged. “I do. Constantly.”

Jean-Luc studied the coach, then turned to Heather with a wary look. “Every man in this town wants you.”

She laughed. “Yeah, right. The old guys from the nursing home go into cardiac arrest whenever I walk by.”

His gaze drifted over her. “I can believe that.”

Was he crazy? She was wearing worn-out blue jean shorts, and the afternoon heat had left her skin almost as pink as her tank top. Her hair was escaping its ponytail to curl around her forehead and neck. She was a mess, and Jean-Luc was looking at her like she was as sweet as the pink cotton candy she was holding.

“Hey, you! City boy!” Coach shouted. “I bet you can’t dunk me.”

Jean-Luc turned toward the booth, his eyes narrowing.

“Why don’t you get some balls, huh?” Coach yelled.

The kids snickered.

“Dude, you got burned,” Tyler muttered.

Jean-Luc’s jaw shifted.

Heather yanked on his arm. “Let’s go.”

“He has insulted my honor,” Jean-Luc announced. “I should challenge him to a duel.”

“What?” Heather wondered if he was serious. Did they still duel in France? “You mean pistols at dawn?”

“I always preferred swords.” Jean-Luc marched toward the dunking booth.

“Wait!” Heather followed him. “You can’t be serious.”

He stopped, and a corner of his mouth tilted up. “Don’t worry, chérie. I no longer duel.”

“Oh. Well, that’s good.” No longer?

“But the man has clearly challenged me, and I must defend my honor in some way.”

“That’s easy.” Heather motioned to the stack of balls on the counter. “You just buy some balls and dunk him.”

Jean-Luc glanced at the counter. “That would be simpler than killing him.”

“Yes, it would.” She couldn’t believe she was having this conversation.

Jean-Luc smiled slowly, his eyes twinkling. Good Lord, was he just teasing her? Her cheeks grew warm.

“I shall dunk him forthwith.” Jean-Luc slapped a ten-dollar bill on the counter and was given two balls.

“Oh, so you finally got some balls, huh?” Coach goaded him. He pulled off his tank top and tossed it aside. “Look, Heather. I’m still dry.” He flexed his arms to show off his bulging biceps.

Thwack. Jean-Luc’s first ball slammed into the target, knocking it back a foot. Coach’s perch gave way, dumping him into the vat of water.

The students cheered. Coach splashed and sputtered in the water. The water was only five feet deep, but for Coach’s height, it was practically the deep end.

“Righteous.” Tyler patted Jean-Luc on the back.

“I know, right?” another jock agreed.

“Dude, it’s like…karma, you know,” Tyler said. “Coach is always making me run till I puke.”

Coach scrambled up the ladder. His burr haircut was flattened on his square head, and his swimsuit was dripping. “Big deal, candy ass! So you had one lucky shot.” He pushed on the stool to make sure it had locked back into place, then settled onto it. “You’ll never do it ag—”

Thwack. Coach plummeted back into the water.

The students went wild, bouncing up and down. Two cheerleaders performed some leaps.

“Dude, you are awesome!” Tyler held up his hand for a high five.

Jean-Luc raised a hand and looked a little surprised when it was slapped.

“We’ve been trying to dunk Coach forever,” Tyler’s girlfriend shouted over the noise. “But it’s so expensive, we ran out of money.”

“I understand.” Jean-Luc handed Tyler a wad of twenty-dollar bills. “You should all continue to play.”

“Dude, you are totally righteous!” Tyler turned toward the other jocks, waving the money. “Balls for everyone! Thanks to Mrs. W.’s new boyfriend!”

Heather winced. Now the whole town would think that was true.

The students cheered, calling Jean-Luc the coolest dude in town. They all lined up to buy balls.

Coach glared at Jean-Luc as he settled back onto his perch. “You bastard!”

Jean-Luc smiled. “I believe my work here is done.” He took Heather’s arm in his.

She led him toward her daughter and Fidelia. “You realize you’re a hero now?”

He nodded, still smiling. “Is that the maypole?”

Heather followed his gaze. “No, it’s a flagpole.”

“Ah. That’s right. This is August. Is it always this hot in Texas?”

“In the summer, yes. And the summer goes on about eight months.” Heather groaned inwardly when she spotted Billy headed their way. He was in full uniform, with the usual toothpick in his mouth.

He stopped in front of her and gave Jean-Luc a dismissive glance. “Heather, I want to talk to you alone.”

“Why? I haven’t done anything wrong.”

Billy frowned. “You want to talk about your ex-husband in front of this foreigner?”

Heather winced, remembering her ex’s strange behavior the night before. “What did Cody do?”

“I had to lock him up last night. He was babbling like an idiot, claiming to be a cockroach. This morning he was fine, so we let him go. He says he doesn’t remember anything.”

Heather nodded, her heart sinking. How could she leave Bethany alone with him? “Thanks for letting me know.”

Billy tossed his toothpick to the ground. “I guess being married to you drove him crazy.”

Ouch. Heather barely had time to register the hurt before she realized there could be a more serious problem. Jean-Luc had stepped in front of her, his hands fisted around his cane.

His voice was soft, but deadly. “Do not insult this woman’s honor.”

Billy hooked his thumbs in his belt, close to his gun holster. “Are you threatening an officer of the law?”

“That’s enough.” Heather eased around Jean-Luc and glared at Billy. “Did you know Sasha was in town? She was at my house last night. What a shame you missed her.”

Billy’s face went pale. “She’s here? Sasha came back?”

Heather wanted to kick his teeth in. “She went to San Antonio this afternoon. But she’ll be back. She’s starring in the charity show at Jean’s store in two weeks.”

Billy nodded. “Great. I’ll be there.”

“Excuse us.” Heather tugged on Jean-Luc’s arm to get away. She headed for the bench where Fidelia and Bethany were waiting. Emma had joined them, and Bethany was talking to her nonstop.

“You’re upset with the sheriff, and not just because of his insult,” Jean-Luc whispered.

“It’s a long story,” Heather grumbled.

Jean-Luc stopped. “I like your stories.”

She gazed at his sky-blue eyes, and her anger dwindled away. “It’s an old wound. I shouldn’t let it bother me.”

“You said it yourself. Emotional wounds take the longest to heal.”

He actually remembered things she said. Amazing. “My mother wanted me to break up with Billy since he was going into law enforcement. When I did, he said he’d only been hanging around me so he could be close to Sasha.”

“The bastard.” Jean-Luc turned to glare at Billy’s retreating figure. “Still, I suspect he cares for you more than you think. He’s clearly angry when he sees you in my company.”

“Maybe, but I’m just second choice. If he thinks Sasha is available, he forgets all about me.” Heather led Jean-Luc toward her daughter.

Bethany was in the middle of explaining how she’d acquired her new bear. “This is a baby bear, but I really wanted the great big yellow bear. Aunt Fee said it was fixed so that no one can get the big yellow bear.”

“That’s right, honey.” Fidelia nodded. “Your mother tried her best.”

With a sigh, Heather handed the cotton candy to her daughter. “Here, sweetie.”

“Yummy!” Bethany grinned as she started stuffing pink fluff in her mouth.

Heather figured she was forgiven for her giant bear failure. “Thank you for coming, Emma.”

“I’m happy to help.” She glanced at Jean-Luc. “Was there a problem with the sheriff?”

Jean-Luc shifted his weight. “There’s a…bug problem.”

Emma’s brows lifted. “The cockroach?”

“I’m so worried about it.” Heather motioned with her head toward Bethany. “I don’t know if it’s safe for her to be with him now.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Emma gave Jean-Luc a pointed look. “Perhaps you could give some reassurance?”

Did he know something? Heather looked back and forth from Emma to Jean-Luc. There was something unsaid going on between the two of them.

Jean-Luc rubbed his brow. “Heather, if I could speak to you alone—”

“Great idea!” Fidelia pointed toward the river. “Why don’t you two take a walk? We’ll be fine here.” She winked at Heather.

Heather glowered back. Could Fidelia be any more obvious? “I have to get Bethany back to the gazebo in ten minutes for the show.”

“We have it covered,” Emma declared. “You two go on.”

It was a conspiracy. Jean-Luc took her by the elbow and led her toward the dark end of the park. Without the crowd of people and park lights, the air felt a bit cooler. The noise of the crowd gave way to the drone of locusts.

She tucked some wayward curls behind her ear. “There’s a bench at the end of this path, overlooking the river.”

“I can see it. It’s occupied.”

“It is?” Heather squinted, but couldn’t make out the bench yet. Maybe she needed to get her eyes checked. “You have really good eyesight.”

“Yes.” He escorted her off the path to stroll between two rows of pecan trees. “I understand you are concerned about your daughter’s safety with her father.”

“I am. It’s so unlike Cody. He’s always been so…normal, I mean in the totally predictable, boring sense. The guy has a ten-step plan for everything and never veers off the set routine.”

“Ten steps?” Jean-Luc sounded amused. “What if something can be done in nine steps?”

“Then the world will come to an end.” Heather laughed. “Seriously, he has ten steps to polish his shoes, ten steps to gut a fish, ten steps to do the yard. The only exception is making love.” Oops. She winced. That shouldn’t have slipped out. Jean-Luc was way too easy to talk to.

“But of course. That would require much more than ten steps.”

She winced again. Better to keep her mouth shut.

“How many steps did it take?”

She looked around, even though she couldn’t see much of anything. “Looks like we’re going to have a good crop of pecans this year.”

He stopped. His hand tightened around her elbow, making her stop, too. “How many steps to make love?”

She exhaled. “Three. And I’d rather not discuss it.”

“Three? How can that be possible?”

She gritted her teeth. “I did divorce him, you know.”

“That is not making love.” Jean-Luc’s voice deepened with anger. “That is…an abomination.”

She stepped back. “It’s over. Don’t let it bother you.”

“But he clearly had no desire to give you pleasure, and that is the main purpose for making love. A man cannot be satisfied if his woman is not.”

Heather fluffed her hair off the back of her neck. The temperature must have risen about ten degrees.

“Making love should take hundreds of steps,” Jean-Luc announced. “Even a kiss would take at least ten steps.”

Heather snorted. “I don’t think so. Lips meet, lips part. That’s only two steps.”

“No tongue?”

“Oh, right. You’re French. Okay, lips meet, insert tongue, lips part. Three steps.”

He sighed. “You have not been properly kissed.”

“Excuse me. I’ve been kissing for twelve years.”

“I have been kissing much longer.”

She crossed her arms. “Yeah, I kinda figured that.”

He stepped toward her. “Ten steps for a proper kiss.”

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