The Texan's Diamond Bride by TERESA HILL Read Free Book Online

the lightning had stopped.
    Still, what a mess.
    “The wind’s not any worse than it was last night,” she said. “Like…the storm’s stalled?”
    “Right on top of us, I’d say.”
    Which was not good.
    A fast-moving hurricane could drop a lot of rain quickly, but at least it was gone fast, carried along by the forward movement of the storm.
    But sometimes a hurricane came ashore and then ran into another front coming the other way, and it was like a standoff in the sky. The two storm systems just sat there, dumping torrential rain carried by the leftovers of the hurricane on the same spot.
    The flooding could be devastating, particularly in a place as flat and normally dry as Texas.
    “If I thought this was going to get any easier, I’d say we wait it out. But I really don’t think this storm is moving, Red. We need to just trudge through it. We’ll stick to the side of the ridge, so we’ll have high ground. And it probably won’t look like a path, but trust me, it’s there and I know it. I grew up on this ranch. Cabin’smaybe a mile and a half from here. Stick close to me, and if you need help, yell. Okay?”
    “Okay,” she nodded, trusting him implicitly.
    They set off in the cold, soaking rain, so heavy she could barely see him in front of her. He was right about the path. She didn’t see one, but he seemed to know exactly where he was going.
    At times, off to the left, she could see what she thought was a raging river, where a peaceful stream had been the day before.
    The one she’d watched him wash off in, when she’d had all those wonderful fantasies about him.
    He lived up to them and more, she decided, and as soon as they got in out of the rain, she was going to peel those wet clothes off of him, dry him off and then heat him up.
    It could rain for a week, for all she cared.
    They trudged on through the storm. The ground was wet and had the consistency of watery oatmeal under her feet. Even with her work boots, she was sliding all over the place.
    Rain dripped off her cowboy hat, blew in at times and rolled down her face, her neck and inside the opening of her coveralls, no matter how tightly she clutched them to her. It soaked through her sweater, her shirt, even her socks.
    Yuck!
    The sky lightened only marginally as they walked and, presumably, the sun came up somewhere above all the clouds and the rain.
    She didn’t want to think of what might have happened if he hadn’t caught her in the mine. If she’d been insidethe mine shaft alone when the storm hit, not knowing for sure what was going on, it would have been a long journey out of there alone. And an even longer night, either huddled alone against the rocks, scared half to death of the lightning or she might have even headed for the Jeep, might not have found it in the gloom, and then what would have happened to her?
    Anything.
    They trudged on, miserable, cold, wet.
    She wondered if the cabin might have a primitive shower or even an old washtub. A bath was highly unlikely, she knew, but a woman could dream, couldn’t she?
    A bath and then a nice warm bed with him.
    That was a fantasy!
     
    In the end, it took more than three hours. Three thoroughly miserable hours, but they made it. Paige didn’t see how he found his way, because the world seemed like a wet, foggy, miserable mess to her, but he led them right to a small cabin.
    “Come on,” he said, opening the door for her.
    She wanted nothing more than to get inside, but dug in her pack for her satellite phone instead. It was nearly six, and her brother had to be going crazy.
    She huddled under the narrow overhang of the roof, pressed up against the side of the cabin and held up the phone. “I have to try to make a call before my brother shows up with the National Guard or something like that.”
    He nodded. “I’ll start a fire. If you get through, I need to call the ranch, let ’em know I’m okay and to get us when they can.”
    “Fire!” That was what she heard.