The song wound down.
“You better get back to Katrina.”
Reed scowled in Zach’s direction one more time. “You let me know if he gives you any trouble.”
“Absolutely,” Abigail lied.
As Reed walked away, she felt someone come up behind her.
“Care to dance?” asked Zach.
She turned. “You’re not supposed to be here.”
“Like I told you, I need to talk to you.”
“Can it not wait?”
Without waiting for permission, he drew her into his arms.
It seemed simpler to dance than to make a scene by arguing about it. Plus, that would bring Reed to her side in a heartbeat, so she went along with Zach.
He settled her close. “You want to meet up later instead?”
“I do not.”
“It was worth a try.”
“You crash my sisters’ wedding, and now you’re hitting on me?”
“I can’t seem to help myself.”
“Try, Zach. Try.”
His tone stayed intimate, and his hand moved up and down her back, tracing the bare skin between her shoulder blades. “You take my breath away, Doll-Face.”
She steeled herself against the softer feelings creeping into her psyche. “You see that guy over there? The groom? The one I was just dancing with?”
“I do.”
“See how big he is? Well, he likes me. And he’s already ticked off at you.”
“I like you, too.”
“You like me naked.” The second the words were out of her mouth, Abigail realized they were a colossal mistake.
She mentally braced for his retort, but Zach didn’t reply. Instead, he gathered her closer, seeming to mold his body to hers. She fought the arousal that gripped her body, but it was useless. Images of their night together were back in force.
“I need to talk to you,” he repeated, voice barely a rasp. “And I can’t wait. Can we go outside?”
His tone brought a thousand questions into her mind. Why was he here, after all these weeks? Had he missed her? Had he come back for her, to pursue their relationship?
She tried to control the hope that surged inside her. She realized in a split second that she wanted him to pursue her. She wanted to be with him again, free from all the complications that had tangled them in knots.
She gave him a mute nod, and he took her hand in his, leading the way from the dance floor to patio doors that led to a lighted garden. Conflicting thoughts continued to spin around in her mind. Sure, he lived in Houston, while she lived in Lyndon. But there were airplanes. There were hotels. Maybe they could spend weekends together someplace in the middle.
Anticipation tightened her chest as she realized she was going to say yes. If he wanted to try something long- distance, she’d agree to it. And then maybe they could find that nearest hotel right now and spend the night in each other’s arms. Her breath caught and her heartbeat thudded deep.
He came to a halt at the far edge of the concrete patio, turning to face her, taking his hand from hers. The music and voices wafted out from the reception, while pot lights glowed softly from the hedges and garden beds, reflecting off the planes and angles of his face. He was an incredibly attractive man.
“Abby,” he started.
“Yes?” She waited, not moving, not breathing.
“The application was rejected.”
She blinked. It took a second for her brain to switch gears.
“The committee turned us down,” he elaborated.
“The water license?” she all but stammered.
“Yes.”
She took a shaky step back, mind refusing to accept reality. “You dragged me away from my sisters’ wedding to tell me you didn’t get your precious water license?”
He looked confused. “What else?”
Excellent question. She pressed her fingertips against one temple. “Oh, I don’t know. Nothing, I guess. What
“I just told you my problem.”
“And this couldn’t have waited until tomorrow?”
“You’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Yes, I am. Goodbye, Zach.” She took a step toward the reception.
He snagged her upper arm. “Hear me out, Abby.”
“No.” She was not going to let him do this. She’d done her best. She’d caved to every single thing he’d asked of her. And to add insult to injury, she’d apparently become infatuated with him along the way.
“I need you.”
She glared at him. “You need a bankruptcy attorney.”
“You’re giving up? Just like that.”
“Just like that? There is no ‘just like that.’ I did everything I could, everything I could think of. Every fact, figure, argument and rationale I could dream up went into that paper, Zach. There is nothing, nothing more I have to offer.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Too bad.”
He dropped his hand from her arm, raking it through his short hair. “There
“There’s nothing. You and a hundred companies like you want variances. The State has decided you can’t have them right now. They’ve made a rule, and they’re following it, Zach. You’re just ticked because they won’t break it for you.”
“I’m not asking anyone to break the rules. I’m only asking for a little logic and reason.”
“You’re asking a government for logic and reason.”
His lips flattened in obvious anger.
“You see the flaw in that, right?” she pressed.
“I see you giving up.”
“This is not my problem.”
“You’re right. It’s my problem. But while you stand there secure in that knowledge, Abby, ask yourself one thing.” He stepped forward, crowding her. “Ask yourself what you would do if this was your family.”
His gaze held hers, and she felt her resolve falter.
“If it was your ranch on the line. If it was Seth’s and Mandy’s and Katrina’s and Travis’s jobs. Would you throw up your hands in defeat? Or if you thought I could help, would you not track me down, back me into a corner and force me to agree?”
“By blackmailing you?” She’d like to think she wouldn’t, but maybe she would.
“By any means possible.”
Her throat became dry, and her voice became strained. “I tried to help you, Zach. I truly, truly tried.”
He took the last step that brought him directly in front of her. “One more time?” he asked. “Tonight. When you’re done here, before you go back to Lyndon. Let’s think it through one more time. You and me.”
There was no point. “I read every single word of the moratorium. I’ve looked up precedents and past cases. I followed their template to the letter. I dotted every
“We’re talking hundreds of jobs. Hundreds of people without anything but the livelihood and the family they get from working at DFB. A couple of hours, Abby. Can you give me that?”
