Colters' Daughter (Colters' Legacy #3)(62)

No, she couldn’t come back here.

“Callie.”

She froze as Max’s soft voice slid over her ears like a warm, comforting blanket. She closed her eyes and squeezed her fingers into tight balls. Not this. Anything but this. Hadn’t she bled enough?

She hadn’t heard his approach. But then she’d been too ensconced in the agony of seeing her dream belong to someone else.

“Callie, please. Look at me.”

The soft entreaty was nearly her undoing. Despite the fact that the last thing she wanted was to confront Max again, she found herself slowly turning, responding to the command layered into his quiet request.

He looked different. Haggard. He’d lost weight. There were lines of fatigue etched into his brow and dark shadows rimmed his eyes. He looked…terrible.

“Thank God you’re home.”

“How did you know?” she demanded. “How could you possibly have found me this fast? I only just got into town.”

His lip curled, and a blaze of anger flashed in his eyes.

“Because I’ve waited every goddamn day for the last three months for you to come back. I’ve had the entire goddamn town on alert. Everyone has been watching for you—waiting. I got a phone call as soon as your truck was spotted in Clyde. I came as soon as I got the call. I was only a quarter mile behind you.”

“Why?” she asked helplessly.

“Because you’re mine, Callie, and I’m not letting you go.”

She whirled around so that her back was to him and she stared out over the meadow again. “It’s beautiful,” she managed to grind out.

“I want you to see it,” he said, closer this time as he walked up behind her.

She shook her head. Even Max couldn’t be this cruel.

“Yes, Callie. You’re going to come with me and you’re going to see the house.”

He took her hand and pulled her toward the path leading down the hillside. His fingers were like iron digits around hers. No escape. No choice but to follow him.

She walked stiffly, each step making her want to cry out for him to stop.

“Why are you doing this?”

Max paused only for a moment as he turned back to stare at her. “This is yours, Callie. It’s all for you. Every last piece of wood. Every nail. Every coat of paint. Every flower planted in the boxes out front. It’s all yours. Your dream. Just the way you wanted it.”

Her mouth fell open and she stumbled after him as he continued dragging her closer to the house.

As they neared, she took in the large log cabin. Tears swam in her eyes, making the house go blurry. God, it was exactly what she’d designed in her head. How could he know? She’d told him a little about her house. Odds and ends. But how could he possibly have built something that was straight out of her heart?

They stood in front of the stone steps leading to the front door. He gestured toward the exterior. “This was taken straight from the picture that Lily drew for you. Every inch down to the planters and the species of flowers. Even the cedar porch swing and the welcome sign. Read it, Callie. Tell me what it says.”

Her gaze drifted to the words on the worn piece of wood—just as she’d imagined it—standing on an old post just beside the steps to the front porch.

“Welcome to Callie’s Meadow,” she whispered.

“That’s right, Callie. Your meadow.”

She glanced up at Max, so flabbergasted, so utterly undone, she couldn’t even form the words. “I don’t understand.”

“Come inside,” he said.

He pulled at her hand and they trudged up the steps. He unlocked the door and swung it open into a large living room with a giant stone fireplace that took up the back wall.

Everywhere she looked, she saw her dreams come to life. All the daydreams. Every detail was carefully rendered. It was her dream house.

“It’s yours, Callie. The whole thing. The land. The house. It all belongs to you.”

She swallowed the growing knot in her throat only to choke and cough as emotion swelled and took a stranglehold. How could she be happy with her dream when it wasn’t complete? How could she be happy here without the man she’d imagined at her side, in her bed, holding her in front of that gigantic fireplace on cold nights?

Tears slipped down her cheeks. Tears she hadn’t shed in months. Tears she didn’t think she had to shed anymore.

“Why, Max? Why did you do this?”

He turned to face her, his eyes so tormented that she caught her breath.

“Because I love you, Callie. I love you so damn much I can’t even breathe. I can’t eat. I can’t sleep. All I can do is work on this house and hope like hell that you’ll come home and see how much I love you and give me another chance.”

He took her hands and held them so tight her fingers went numb. But she didn’t pull them away. She stared, so afraid to hope, so afraid to believe that her head hurt.

“I never got to tell you everything, Callie. I never got to explain. I told the truth—a truth that forever damned me in your eyes. But I didn’t get to tell you the rest.”

“What’s the rest?” she whispered.

“It’s true that I tracked you down in Europe. Hell, I don’t even know what my plan was. I was frustrated because I was getting nowhere with your fathers, and so I was going to go straight to the source. Meet you, let you put a face to the name, tell you my story and hope to hell you’d agree to sell. It was absolutely my intention to do whatever it took to get you to agree.”