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The hostess greeted him. He gave her a slow grin and said something that made her giggle. She indicated Kerra. He nodded and walked toward her.
He had swapped the wrinkled suit pants he’d obviously slept in for a pair of jeans with knees almost worn completely through. The hems were stringy against the vamp of his cowboy boots. He had on a black leather jacket over a white western-cut shirt with pearl snaps instead of buttons. He wore the shirttail out.
When he reached her, he didn’t speak, just stood there looking down at her. He wasn’t clean-shaven, but he had showered. He smelled of soap. And leather. His dark hair was clean, but he hadn’t tried to tame its natural growth pattern. The thick swirls were as tousled as they had been this morning, and Kerra found herself thinking: Why mess with a good thing?
They continued to stare each other down until the bartender approached. “I’m fixin’ the lady a margarita rocks. How ’bout you, cowboy?”
“Dos Equis, please.”
“Want ’em brought to your table?”
Before she could reply, Trapper said, “That’d be great. Thanks.”
He wrapped his hand around Kerra’s elbow, hauled her up off the barstool, and propelled her toward the hostess, who was waiting with menus the size of overpass signs. She led them to a table for two.
“Do you have a booth?” Trapper asked. “Where we can hear ourselves think?” He gave her a wheedling smile, and she smiled back, and without delay they were led deeper into the restaurant where the lights were dimmer and the mariachi music wasn’t blaring.
Once they were seated across from each other, Kerra said, “Still hung over?”
“The beer should help.”
“Do you get drunk often?”
“Not near often enough.”
To avoid meeting his hostile gaze, Kerra looked around, taking in the strands of Christmas lights strung across the ceiling and trying to think of a topic of conversation neutral enough to alleviate the tension. “When did you move from Dallas to Fort Worth?”
“When Dallas got too far up its own ass.”
The topic wasn’t the problem, she decided. He was. Anything she said would rub him the wrong way. As soon as the cocktail waitress delivered their drinks, she figured she had just as well skip cordiality and get on with it. “You saw it?”
“I wouldn’
t be here otherwise.”
“Did you actually use a magnifying glass?”
Before he could answer, a waitress arrived with a basket of tortilla chips and a bowl of salsa. “Ready to order?”
Daunted by the scope of the menu, Kerra opened it and scanned the first page. “So many choices,” she murmured.
“You eat meat?”
He asked as though she would get demerits if she didn’t. She bobbed her head once.
He took her menu from her and handed it along with his to the waitress. “Double fajitas, half chicken, half beef, all the trimmings, split the tortillas fifty-fifty, and I want a side of beef enchiladas, chili on top. Queso’s okay, but don’t come near me with the ranchero.” Then he smiled at her, winked, and added, “Please.”
After the simpering waitress withdrew, he folded his forearms on the tabletop and leaned toward Kerra. No smile, no wink. “I want to know two things from you.”
“Only two?”
“Why’d you come to me?”
“The reason should be obvious. You’re his only living relative.”
“Well, what isn’t obvious, at least to you, is that I’m a dismal disappointment to him. If you’re thinking that my intervention on your behalf will make a dent, you’re sadly mistaken. In fact, my involvement would work against you.”
“That’s a chance I have to take. I don’t have a choice.”
