The Promise (Thunder Point #5)(38)

“Is that so?” he asked with a laugh.

“During sheep shearing a lot of extended family came to stay—lots of cousins. Lots of food. All the women cooked nonstop while the men sheared. Shearing was closely followed by some butchering. It was like a holiday.”

“Did your father have a lot of sheep?”

“While I was growing up there were fruit trees, vegetables, mostly potatoes, and a nice flock of sheep. My oldest brother, George, took over the sheep and grew the herd. Now it’s an even bigger circus. Kids tend to smuggle lambs into the house, treat them like puppies or kittens—it’s a rancher’s undoing. There’s other livestock, but mostly for personal use and consumption, not for commercial farming. We have chickens, a few cows and horses, three llamas—rude, spitting llamas. Dogs and cats. Every once in a while a stray animal shows up. There was a Clydesdale without a home when I was very young. He lived with us for years. We butchered the occasional calf. We grow some chickens for dinner and the eggs are plentiful. It was a menagerie, but my dad is serious about the pears and potatoes, and George is the king of sheep. In fact, if you don’t have anything major going on this weekend, I’d like to go to the farm for a couple of nights.”

“You’re not on call or anything,” he said.

“If you need me I’ll put it off a week,” she offered.

“Nah, go ahead. Gabby is back, and Devon is going to be around if there’s an emergency.”

“I’ll bring you some great stew and bread.”

“I would love that. So, you’re feeling better about things? Or is part of getting better going home to the farm?”

She laughed softly. “Sometimes it is, but my sister Adele will be at the farm for a week or so. Her husband will be with her for a couple of days, but as I mentioned, he has a restaurant in San Francisco—he’s afraid to leave it for a minute. But Adele is in her eighth month, and she’s due during the harvest which means Mama won’t be able to go to her then. I’ll stand in for Mama. That’s why it’s so important for me to be there.”

“So you’re doing better,” he said.

“Do I seem better?” she asked.

“You seem a long way from your condition when I found you...you know.”

“Crying like a fool?”

“I wouldn’t have put it that way,” he said. “You were understandably upset.”

“When I was a girl, I had the usual number of disappointments and broken hearts. I liked to go up into the hayloft for hours to work things out in my head, to map out my emotional journey. My papa always said my biggest problem was that I wanted everything perfect and didn’t allow that other people might have plans that weren’t exactly like mine. I might need a little time in the loft. When I started dating Ted I thought we were perfect for each other. We had a shared vocation, he had kids and I’m great with kids. I might not have been looking at the right things....”

“Like loving him?” Scott asked.

She swirled her hot chocolate and laughed. “Someone like me might think it’s love when all it really is is appearances. But I’m a lot better, thanks. On one hand, that bad news gave me just the kick in the ass I needed to really move on. To stop hoping he’d come to his senses and see that I was the perfect woman for him. I wanted to be done with that whole situation, but I admit, it was hard letting go. It is no longer hard. What’s hard is that I now doubt my instincts about men. About people. I’ve always been able to read people—I could smell a phony, a liar. I knew when I was being played. I also knew when I’d found someone real, someone wonderful. Now I wonder if my radar is all screwed up.”

“Just practice it for a while, Peyton,” he said. “Turn your radar on and test it here and there. I bet you’ll find that even though you slipped off the rails once, it was just once. I see you with people every day. You’re good. You’re genuine. You know how to talk to them. You know what to ask and what to say, and they’re drawn to you. I think you’re going to be okay.”

“I hope so, Scott. I grieve the time I gave Ted and his kids. I put my life and my desires on hold to try to meet their needs. I—”

Scott was looking beyond her, and she turned to see what he was looking at. There were lights on the bay, fairly close to the big rocks that rose out of the water.

“Boats?” she asked.

He shook his head. “Teenagers. Probably Landon, Eve, Ashley and Frank. They wear headgear like miner’s hats with lights on them, kneel or lay on their bellies on their boards and peer down into the water. They see amazing things down there in the dark of night. Huge fish. Dolphins. Frank claims to have seen a shark—hardly unheard of, but not too common in this inlet. Ashley told me it’s better than snorkeling, it’s like boarding on the top of an aquarium. But they don’t dare go very far out. The occasional boat comes motoring in, headed to the marina.”

“I would love to do that,” she said, a little breathless with wonder. She’d never heard of this.

“I’m sure you can get that group to take you out.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll go with you. I have yet to try it.”

“Let’s do that,” she said, a little excitedly. “Do you paddleboard?”

He shook his head. “There’s never been time.”