They made their fifth stop at a little out-of-the-way shop off the highway called Addie’s Antiques. Macy had to smile at Carter when they entered the place. He’d become really involved in the decorating process and walked straight over to the one selection Macy would have chosen.

“This armoire could be refinished.” He studied the piece from the forties with chipped edges and a broken hinge but made from sturdy wood.

Macy examined it closely and nodded in agreement. “I love the footed legs and the way it curves like an S. It has just the character I’m looking for and would go perfectly in the third bedroom.”

“Sold,” Carter said to Addie, who turned out to be the twenty-something granddaughter of the original owner.

Usually when Carter McCay entered a room, female heads turned in his direction and they would repeatedly cast him admiring looks. But Addie kept her eyes trained on Macy nearly the entire time they were shopping. Her curious stares were making Macy a bit uneasy. Carter completed making the arrangements for the sale as Macy continued to browse. Afterward, the antiques dealer followed Macy outside to the dirt-paved parking lot and finally asked, “Excuse me, but have we met?”

Macy dreaded that question. She’d heard it a thousand times, and it usually led to someone figuring out who she was. Standing near Carter’s expensive sports car, she wished they’d taken the Jeep, which garnered a lot less attention as they traveled through small towns. She sighed silently and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so.”

The girl’s face contorted, as if trying to place her. “It’s just that you look so familiar. You actually look like that actress-”

Carter came up beside Macy to kiss her cheek. “Hurry now, darlin’. You know our boys are gonna drive Mama to drink if we don’t get on home soon.”

Macy caught on right away. When Carter took her hand, Macy followed his lead. She sent Addie an apologetic look. “Sorry to rush off, but he’s right. Toby and our little Kenny are a handful of mischief. It’s hard for his mama to handle our boys on a good day, but our littlest one is teething, and well, you know how that can be.”

Addie’s expression wavered. “Oh, uh, not really. I don’t have kids.”

Carter opened the door for her, and Macy hurried inside and fastened her seat belt. Carter gave Addie a quick smile then got behind the wheel of the car, and the powerful engine roared to life. As they pulled away, Macy waved to the young girl. “Bye now!”

Carter drove down the road, leaving Addie standing there with an odd expression on her face. He slid Macy a sideways glance, his mouth twitching in amusement. “Toby and Kenny? Are those the names of our children?”

Macy let go a small rumble of laughter and then confessed, “They were the singers of the last two songs we heard on the radio.”

“Ah,” Carter said, still smiling. He reached for her hand and gave a little squeeze. “Fast thinking.”

The sensation of his tender touch ripped through her. Her heart pounded as she envisioned holding Carter’s sons in her arms. Their sons. Thinking like that could get her in trouble. But for a few seconds while leaving Addie’s Antiques, the notion didn’t seem so far-fetched. Then a thought struck. “She’ll probably guess who I am anyway once she thinks about it. People usually do. And she knows where you live.”

Carter shot her a smug look. “No, she doesn’t. I paid cash and arranged for Henry to pick up the furniture.”

Macy felt somewhat relieved. “Well, that was fast thinking, too.”

She should have known Carter would have all angles covered, just in case. Not that Addie would go running to a tabloid just because she recognized her. Of course, if the antiques dealer had seen the internet news lately, she might realize that Carter McCay was the mysterious cowboy whom Macy Tarlington had run away with that New York night. There wasn’t much she could do about it, but she hoped to prolong her anonymity a little while longer. If she was ever discovered here, the media would come down on Wild River with cameras blazing.

They spent the next few hours shopping and found a dresser, a side table, two lamps and a hammered-iron queen-size bed. Once again, Carter paid cash and arranged for the furniture pickup in order to protect Macy’s identity.

As they arrived at the ranch, Carter announced matter-of-factly, “We’re home.”

Macy glanced at the beautiful ranch house as a sense of belonging settled into her system. It was a beautiful, tranquil place, despite the occasional pungent scent of cow dung and raw earth that wafted to the main house. Entrenching sadness stole over her and her heart dipped as she realized how much she loved living at Wild River. But Macy couldn’t allow herself to think behind the here and now. This was Carter’s home, not hers. She was a temporary guest, and she’d always be grateful to him for inviting her here. And for making her feel welcome.

“I think we made a lot of progress today,” he said, turning to her as he parked the car.

She smiled at him, though her heart wasn’t in it. He was speaking of furniture. Macy thought the progress went deeper than that. “I think we did, too,” she replied softly. “I’m hoping it all fits in the rooms the way I envisioned it.”

“It will.” Carter leaned across the seat toward her, cupped her head and pulled her close until his lips were an inch away. “Hollywood, you’re good at what you do.” Then he took her in a long, sweet kiss.

Macy came up for air seconds later and stared at him. He was deadly handsome and hard to resist. Joy entered her heart just being near him, and it frightened her how quickly her feelings for him were developing. She tried for levity to keep those feelings at bay. “I’m good at spending your money.”

He chuckled and kissed her again. “You’re good at a lot of things,” he murmured, nipping at her throat. “I wish I didn’t have a dozen things going on today. You could show me more…”

Carter walked up the steps to the house, holding her hand. Macy was floating in a sea of contentment and couldn’t remember another time she felt this happy. Carter brushed a quick kiss to her lips. “I’ve gotta talk to Henry and get some work done. I’ll see you later, okay?”

When? How much later? she wanted to ask. He handed her overnight case to her. “Okay.”

She’d spent the night and a good part of the day with him, and she already missed him. She watched him retreat, his strides long and confident as he headed toward the bunkhouse. He had an impressive backside with broad shoulders, a perfect butt and long legs fitted into faded blue jeans. Macy walked into the house just as Mara was coming out of the great room. She was holding the manila envelope Carter had shown her yesterday.

“Oh hi, Mara.”

“Good afternoon.” Mara’s gaze went to the overnight bag in her hand. Never one to pry, she didn’t say a word, but the inquisitive look on her face said it all.

Mara had always been kind and nonjudgmental, and Macy missed having female companionship while at the ranch. She shrugged and smiled at the older woman. “We went on a…a shopping date,” she explained. “We bought some beautiful antique pieces for the inn.”

Mara’s free hand went to her hip. She spoke with a charming Texas drawl. “I’m glad Carter’s finally come around to renovating that place. If you influenced him in any way, good for you. Henry and I have been hinting for him to get that place up and running for quite some time. I remember when it shined. It was a looker back then.”

“When I’m through with it, I hope it’ll measure up to your memories.”

“Well, I bet you make it even better.”

It was a kind thing to say.

“You said Carter took you shopping?” Mara asked.

“Well…it was more like I took him. I think he really enjoyed it though.”

Mara looked at her with newfound admiration, her gaze drifting over her in a pleasant sweep. “Any woman who can get Carter to furniture shop has my vote.”

Macy chuckled, and a part of her was glad she had Mara’s approval. From the few conversations she’d had with her, Macy picked up on the faintest innuendos about Jocelyn Grayson that didn’t paint her in a good light. But then, after the way she’d hurt Carter, Macy figured not too many people at Wild River Ranch held Jocelyn in high regard. Macy did a mock curtsy. “Well, thank you for that.”

Mara smiled and handed over the envelope. “I saw this on the table. It’s addressed to you. I thought it might be important since you don’t usually get mail here.”

“Yes, it’s probably important,” she said. “Thanks.”

Macy tucked it under her arm. She didn’t want to spoil her good mood by opening the envelope right now. She’d seen enough legal paperwork in the past few months to cover the entire square footage of the ranch house. For just a little while longer, she wanted no reminders of her life back in Hollywood.

“I have lunch waiting in the refrigerator. Chicken casserole. I can heat it up.”

“Oh, I’m not hungry right now, but I appreciate the thought. I think I’ll head over to the inn in a little while. I’m kind of excited about the new purchases. I want to make sure everything is ready.”

“I’ll give it a look when it’s done. I know it’ll be a big improvement,” Mara said before she walked away.

Macy dropped her overnight case in her room and set the attorney’s papers down on her dresser. She moved to the window and looked out over Wild River Ranch. The land lay flat and stretched wide for acres and acres. Cattle grazed and she heard horses whinny from the corral. Off to one side, she noticed Carter McCay talking to a few men. He was easy to spot. She could pick him out of a crowd. She was that attuned to him now.

With a sigh, her shoulders slumped and she allowed the mad rush of emotion to overtake her. For a little while longer, her life would be pure bliss.


* * *

“Have you seen Rocky?” Macy asked Bill Fargo as they sat down on the steps of the gazebo together. She handed him a cup of iced tea. “Usually, he’s practically tripping over my boots keeping me company on the walk over here. I miss him today.”

Bill thought about it a few seconds. “Come to think about it, I haven’t seen him today, either. That’s strange.” He had a quizzical look on his face.

“That Rocky’s not here?”

“Yeah. It’s probably nothing, but I ran into Mr. McCay at the diner in town this morning. He was spouting off to the waitress and he-”

“Mr. McCay? But I was with Carter… Oh,” Macy said, when it dawned on her, “you’re talking about Carter’s father, Riley.”

“Yeah, it was Riley McCay, all right. Everyone in the diner seemed to know him, though they were trying their best to ignore him. He was complaining about his son and his high and mighty ways, spouting off that he wasn’t allowed to step foot on Wild River Ranch or see his dog anymore. I remember hearing him mutter something about getting his dog back.”

Macy swallowed, fighting off the impending dread creeping up her spine. “Does Carter know?”

Bill sipped his tea and then shook his head. “Not yet. At the time, I didn’t think anything of it. The old guy just seemed to be letting off steam, but now it appears Rocky might actually be missing.”

Macy rose from the steps, worried. “You don’t really think he took him, do you?”

“I haven’t seen the dog anywhere on the grounds this afternoon.”

“But, you didn’t see any intruders on the property last night, right? And you start work later in the day, so maybe Rocky is just taking an extra long nap somewhere in the shade.” Macy tried to convince herself that was the case. The alternative, that Riley had taken Rocky, would cause only a bigger rift between Carter and his father.

Bill gave her a slow nod. “Maybe. Of course, if the old guy did snatch the dog, your boyfriend will have him arrested.”

“He’s not my…boyfriend.”

Fargo rolled his eyes and then sent her a wise, knowing smile. “If he’s not, then what’s the holdup?”

Macy shook her head, unable to answer him. The lines that had once been so clearly defined were beginning to blur in her mind. She didn’t have an answer for Bill because she didn’t know where she stood with Carter. Their relationship was fragile and new right now. “I don’t…know.”

“You didn’t see the look on his face when McCay thought you were in danger the other night,” Bill said. “Believe me, that man wasn’t concerned about anything but getting to you.”

“Really?”

“I think you know that, Macy.”

Macy’s heart warmed. Was that really true, or was Carter just being Carter? He had a protective streak a mile long. He was protective about the dog, too. If Riley McCay had come onto the property and taken Rocky, Carter’s blood pressure would explode. And he’d have his father arrested.