Thunderbolt over Texas

“It was me,” said Sydney. She didn’t want to break up this happy family. They loved each other. They meant the world to each other.

“Will you two stop?” asked Kyle.

“Katie,” said Cole. “After the baby thing-”

Katie turned a shade paler.

“-I thought your stress level would drop if I got married and had babies.”

“We weren’t really going to have babies,” Sydney put in. “We were just going to let you think we’d have babies. It seemed like the perfect plan. I’d get the Thunderbolt. You’d probably get pregnant. By the time we got divorced, you’d be okay again.”

Katie turned to Kyle. “You went along with this?”

“I-”

“We talked him into it,” said Cole. “I talked him into it. Thing is, Katie. I’m going to make it come true.”

The breath rushed from Sydney’s lungs and she blinked at Cole’s rugged profile. Because of last night? Because of what they’d shared?

Was it possible? Did Cole think there was something growing between them?

Her chest expanded with a warm glow. She had no idea how they’d work it out, but the thought of Cole wanting to try settled around her like a soft blanket.

“As soon as I divorce Sydney,” Cole continued, and Sydney’s heart went flat, “I’m going to find another wife. A real wife. I’m going to take on some of the responsibility of this damn dynasty.”

Cole’s words died away to silence and Sydney took an involuntary step back.

Of course he’d find a real wife. What on earth was she thinking? Cole couldn’t do New York, and Sydney wasn’t staying in Texas. Her career and her life were about to take a quantum leap. The sky would be the limit after the Thunderbolt show.

Katie stared at her, and Sydney forced out a shaky laugh. “See? It’ll all work out.”

“Cole,” said Kyle. “You don’t have-”

“My mind’s made up.” Cole rubbed Katie’s shoulder. “I just hope I can find a wife who’ll hold a candle to you.”

Katie wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to Sydney.

Sydney moved closer. “You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about.” Katie had come to a perfectly logical conclusion.

She nodded her agreement. “Okay. But we probably shouldn’t tell Grandma it’s a sham.”

Cole looked at Kyle, and Kyle looked at Cole.

“You’re right,” said Cole. “We still have a wedding to plan.”

Sydney parked herself on an old workbench to watch Cole finish the window repair. It had seemed like a good idea to give Katie and Kyle some time alone. She wanted to ask Cole about his marriage promise, but she didn’t want him to think she cared.

If she didn’t care, would she ask or stay quiet? Hard to know. Probably ask. After all, it was all academic to her.

She made up her mind. “Cole?”

“Yeah?”

“Were you serious? Or were you just trying to make Katie happy?”

“Serious about what?”

“Finding a real wife.” She hated the pain that flashed through her chest when she said those words. It was almost as though she was jealous. Which made no sense. She was never going to see Cole again after the museum show. That had always been the plan.

Just because she’d slept with him, she didn’t need to get all moony-eyed about it. She’d slept with men before. Men she’d liked and trusted. But she’d never gone around the bend over it. She’d never started imagining forever. Never even been jealous of the women they might date in the future.

Cole nodded as he hammered tiny nails around the wood that held the new glass. “I am putting too much pressure on Kyle and Katie. It’s time I held up my end of the family.”

“Do you think planning to marry some unknown wife is such a good idea?”

He stopped hammering and gave her a long look. “Yes, I do.”

“It doesn’t strike you as just a little bit self-sacrificing?”

He went back to hammering. “Not really. We Texans take loyalty and honor very seriously.”

Sydney shifted on the bench. “Ouch.”

Cole shrugged. “Not a criticism.”

“Yeah, right.” Obviously her values were a question mark in his mind. She might be fine for a night in bed, but she sure didn’t meet his standards for a wife.

Good girl, bad girl again. At least this time she knew which one she was.

“We can probably move the marriage plans up,” he said.

Sydney nodded. “That’s good.” The sooner she got away from him, the better.

“If Grandma suspects anything,” he continued, “it’ll be that you’re pregnant and we need a quickie wedding.”

“But you’ve only known me a few days.”

He pounded in a final nail and dropped the hammer into his belt. “I travel a lot. She’ll assume we’ve met before.”

“Of course.” Sydney nodded. Because a bad girl is always good for a one-night stand when a guy’s on the road. She gritted her teeth and forced herself to focus on business. “I’ve asked a colleague to start preparing for the show.”

Cole gave a nod.

“Is there any way I could take a look at the Thunderbolt before the wedding?”

“I guess so. What for?”

“It’ll help me conceptualize a display for it. It would really help if I could take a couple of pictures to send to the museum.” Business, business. All business. She could do this.

Cole stood back to scrutinize the job. “I’ll drive you in as soon as I can get away.”

Six

One thing about having Katie in on the marriage plan, it meant Sydney didn’t have to see nearly as much of Cole. While she waited for the trip to Wichita Falls, she made museum arrangements by long distance and spent some time visiting Grandma.

Sydney was growing to like the eccentric old woman. Grandma was smart, opinionated and had one zinger of a sense of humor. She also told stories about the Thunderbolt and about her early years in Texas that fascinated Sydney.

Like the time the pack string stepped in a wasps’ nest. The first horse through was stung once and did a little crow hop off the trail. His burden of flour and utensils stayed put. The second horse through was a bomb-proof mare. She barely flinched when three wasps stung her rump.

Unfortunately, the third horse through took the brunt of the attack. He was a reliable four-year-old entrusted with the month’s supply of whiskey. The horse leapt off the ground, all four feet in the air. His frantic bucking loosened the pack saddle, sending the whiskey swinging under his belly.

The unnatural load spooked him even more, and he ran hell bent for leather into the creek. Though the cowboys raced to his rescue, the precious cargo was washed over the falls.

The cook was so frightened at the prospect of showing up at the cattle drive without a fresh whiskey supply that he rode two days and two nights to restock.

When Cole finally announced he had time to take Sydney to the city, she eagerly hopped into his pickup. She