Pam issue a statement or something. I know I can do it. Anyway, that’s not the point. It’s about having choices. Don’t walk away from this without trying.”
“It’s not about trying,” he said. “I meant what I said. I love you and I don’t want you to ever have to question that.”
She couldn’t believe it. She had water on her brain or something. “It’s ninety-seven million dollars. No one is worth that.”
He pulled her close and kissed her. “You are. I’ll come find you Tuesday night, after the polls close. I’ll get down on one knee and propose and you’d better be prepared to say yes.”
GRACIE DIDN’T REMEMBER driving home. Luckily there weren’t many other cars on the road and she arrived unscathed. She felt battered and numb and in total and complete shock.
Riley loved her. He’d said so about fifteen times and had promised to propose. She felt all warm and happy inside. They were going to be together.
But at the same time, she battled outrage and indignation. How could he be willing to walk away from everything just to prove he wasn’t marrying her for the money? She knew that. She would always know that.
It was completely stupid and pigheaded and male for him to turn his back on his inheritance.
She walked into the house and pulled her cell phone out of her purse, then she pushed in a number. Dealing with Pam’s poisoning attempt and the sheriff’s office would come later. First, she had important business to deal with.
“Hi, Mom, it’s me. I need your help. Vivian’s and Alexis’s, too, and we don’t have much time. Can you get them to come over in half an hour? I need to call Jill and a few other people. Uh-huh. I’ll explain it when I get there. Oh, do you know anyone at the newspaper office?”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
RILEY SPENT the rest of Sunday by himself. Gracie had called to say she wasn’t feeling well and wanted to rest. Although he’d wanted to go over and see her, he wanted her better more so he’d stayed away.
In the afternoon he’d driven down to Santa Barbara and looked at engagement rings. He’d wanted to find just the right one for Gracie. Something beautiful and special.
He’d found it in the fourth store he’d gone to and now it sat on his dresser until after the election when he could propose for real.
Funny how he’d never thought he would get married. He’d assumed he would live his life alone. Two months ago if someone had told him he would fall in love with Gracie Landon, he would have punched the guy. But she’d swept into his world and had changed everything-most of all, him.
Monday morning he woke up early and collected the paper. The mayor’s arrest was front-page news. Riley grinned as he read the start of the article. He might have lost the election but at least Yardley would be doing some serious time in jail. He had a feeling things wouldn’t go so well for the mayor once he was there.
There was a separate article on Pam where she confessed to messing with Gracie and planting the cake boxes in her car. If Riley knew the good citizens of Los Lobos, they would make sure Pam wasn’t ever able to live here again.
So they would all be leaving, he thought as he drank his coffee. He would miss the town. It had finally begun to feel like home to him. But without the bank, he didn’t have anything to keep him here. It wasn’t as if he could set up an oil rig in the center square.
He studied the picture of the mayor being led into the sheriff’s office. No doubt the news would lose the older man a few votes, but not enough. If Riley had taken Gracie up on her offer and married her, he would have had the election nailed. Not that he would have. Yeah, it was a lot of money, but she was more important. He’d never been in love before and by God, he was going to do it right.
He turned to the second page and nearly spit the coffee he’d just sipped. Instead of a recap of local, state and national news, there was a two page ad with Gracie’s face smack in the middle. Across the top, huge print proclaimed: I Need Your Help To Get My Man!
Riley swore. What had she done now? He scanned the text, which was a letter addressed to the town.
Thanks, Gracie.
He read it twice, then set his coffee on the counter and picked up the phone. Of course Gracie didn’t answer.
Five minutes later he was dressed and out of the house. As he drove toward her place, he saw hundreds of Gracie Says Vote For Riley posters and flyers plastered everywhere.
He made it to her house in record time, but she wasn’t there. He tried her mom’s house, then headed to the bank. Could she have done this and then left town?
But as he drove up to the bank, he saw a huge banner hanging from the side of the old building. Gracie Says Vote For Riley flapped in the morning breeze. Waiting in front were all his employees, Zeke, Gracie’s mom and sisters and Gracie herself.
She walked to his car, then stood on the sidewalk while he shut off the engine and stepped out.
“What do you think?” she asked, sounding more than a little nervous.
God, she looked great. “That you’re crazy.”
“Good crazy or bad crazy?”
“There’s a difference?”
“Oh, sure. I was bad crazy before, when I stalked you. I like to think I’ve changed.”
He reached for her hands. “Don’t change for me. I love everything about you.” He nodded at the banner. “Why did you do this?”
“Because you want to be mayor. It’s not all about the money. I know you can do a good job and I think we could be happy here. I believe you love me, Riley. You don’t have anything to prove. You’ve always been a better man than you believed.”
He drew her close and hugged her. Feelings flooded him-feelings he’d never had before. “I love you. I want you to know that.”
“I do.”
He looked at her and grinned. “Practicing?”
“Should I be?”
“Absolutely. I bought you a ring.”
He kissed her and in the background he heard cheering. “I think I just lost my authority with the staff,” he said.
“No, they’ll work harder because they care about you.”
He kissed her again and breathed in the scent of her. “Marry me, Gracie. Marry me and let me take care of you. Let me love you and prove it each and every day.”
She looked into his eyes and smiled. “Only if you let me love you back.”
“Always.”
She sighed. “You’ve officially violated the three
