him that she wasn’t his to take care of. Instead she pulled on the gloves she had shoved into her pockets. What she wanted to do was remind him of their discussion in the basement. Even with a head injury, she hadn’t forgotten that they were going to stop fighting. They were going to be friends.
Colt moved closer, his gaze drifting past her and then back to her face. “Lex, there’s too much going on around here. We have a child without parents. Jesse Logan’s wife is dead and his babies had to fight to survive. We have a town that needs our help rebuilding.”
“I know. But, Colt, we can work together without it being weird. We really can be friends.”
He nodded and looked away again. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” She touched the scar at her hairline. “The headaches are gone.”
“Good, I’m glad. I’m glad your mom came to help you after you got out of the hospital.”
“She stayed a few days.”
“At least she came.”
Yes, Lexi’s mom had visited. And she’d spent three days telling Lexi what a huge mistake every detail of her life had been. Marrying Colt, a mistake. Becoming a veterinarian, bigger mistake. Staying in High Plains after her divorce, the biggest mistake.
Lexi smiled again. “Snake.”
Colt jumped and turned. No snake. He shot her a look and then he smiled. “Cute, real cute.”
“I still think it’s funny that you can square off with bad guys, brave a tornado, and yet you’re afraid of a little ole snake.”
“They bite.”
“Right.” She reached for a block. It crumbled in her hands and she tossed it into the pile of debris.
“Did you know that the town hall was destroyed by a tornado in 1860?” Colt pushed the wheelbarrow a few feet.
“I did know that. High Plains had to rebuild after that storm, and we’ll rebuild again. We’re tough people. We’re pioneers. It’s in our blood.” She wiped her brow. “And we have a lot of faith.”
“Yes, faith.” His voice turned sarcastic. “And God rewarded us with this.” A wide sweep of his arm took in the destruction that had once been a town.
“God didn’t do this, Colt. You know that.” She didn’t want to have the faith argument with him, not now. Hers was still too new, still growing.
“I know He didn’t. I just question why He allowed so many people to suffer, to be hurt.”
“No one has an answer to why bad things happen. But look at the people who were protected. He put Tommy in front of Gregory Garrison’s office at the right moment, in time to be saved. What if he had been somewhere else? What if I had gone to my basement? What if Chico hadn’t been running loose, and you hadn’t brought him to me? Where would you have been?”
“We still can’t find Tommy’s dog.” Colt said it like a last-ditch attempt at proving her faith wrong.
“I’m praying Tommy’s dog is out there. We’ve found other animals that we thought were lost for good.”
“That’s the difference between me and you, Lexi. You have faith that He really is up there, taking time for us. I look at this town and wonder where He was that day in July when we needed Him. I wonder where He was when Gavin got shot on that highway outside of town.”
“He was there with Gavin, and now Gavin is with Him.” She flinched against the anger in Colt’s eyes, but she didn’t back down. “And on that day in July, He was sheltering a little girl this town named Kasey, and watching over a boy named Tommy.”
“So He saved some and not others. Look at this ravaged building, right next to the church, but the church is still standing.”
“I think you lost that argument. The church is still standing. Solid. I think that sometimes bad things happen and we find faith to get through, to find purpose and to move on.”
“Is that what you’ve done, found faith?”
“Yes, I’ve found faith, Colt. I’ve found what I spent my childhood searching for.” And what she thought she’d find in a marriage to him. It had taken divorce for faith to become real in her life. “And whether you want to admit it or not, you still have faith. You’ve just buried it beneath anger and resentment.”
“I can’t have this conversation right now.”
“I know, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to preach.”
He laughed and leaned, his forehead resting against hers. “Yes, you did.”
No, she hadn’t. But it felt good, to be able to defend what she believed. Church was more than a place she went to hide. It was more than the fairy tale she’d believed in as a child, the place she went to, looking for a happy-ever-after.
Finding faith was the one good thing that came out of her divorce.
Colt knew that he should back away from Lexi. But he couldn’t. He had almost lost her in that tornado. Not a day went by that he didn’t think about that, and about his life without her in it. But she wasn’t really in his life, not now. He had made that choice, to separate and then divorce.
He stepped back, aware as always that she was beautiful. She was a city girl who wore blazers and scarves. She had come to him with everything, and nothing. She had wanted a family. And babies.
She wanted lots of babies.
His guilt, over not getting to Gavin on time, had been a wedge that drove them apart. He had faced God with anger. She had retreated into faith, believing everything would be okay.
He hadn’t wanted to fail her, not Lexi with her silky brown hair that hung in a curtain past her shoulders. She parted it on the side and it had a way of falling forward when she worked. It was the sweetest and the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. He sighed and moved away from her.
“Colt, don’t walk away.”
He walked back to her side, took her hand and led her away from the building site where curious eyes watched and a few people whispered and nodded in their direction.
He knew what those people were saying. The whole town was talking about the two of them getting back together. As if it meant something to find them buried in that basement together.
“Remember what you said on our first date?” He let go of her hand.
“I wanted a real family, the kind that went to church together and took walks. I was a kid, Colt. I had dreams of what a perfect family looked like. I didn’t know then what I know now, that there’s more to it.”
“And I promised to give you that family.” He hadn’t.
A few years ago, they had been talking about having children. Colt had embraced the idea, picturing a little girl with her eyes and his hair. Or maybe the other way around. Definitely a girl with Lexi’s heart.
He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and turned as Reverend Garrison walked up. Reverend. It was still hard to call Michael by that title.
“Hey, how are the two of you doing over here?” Michael picked up a stone and stacked it on the pile. “Some of these stones are engraved with dates of the first settlers’ weddings. If you see them, try to separate them. I think they would be perfect for the landscaping project.”
Colt didn’t answer. He gave his friend a look and went back to stacking blocks. Michael had found a way to remind Colt that he and Lexi had been married here.
“We’re just reminiscing, Michael.” Lexi smoothed her hair back from her face and gave Colt a look that he’d seen before.
“There’s a lot of that going on.” Michael Garrison stopped working and pulled off his