Kate said, her eyes nipping at the younger girl, looking for faults and turning darker when she found none. âDanny says youâre a model.â
âThatâs right,â Shelby said quietly.
âWhat do you model?â Mary Kate persisted.
âClothes, mostly,â the younger girl said with a calm that seemed to make the other catch fire.
âYou donât dress like one,â Mary Kate replied with a cattiness that only another woman would catch.
âThank you,â Shelby grinned.
That brought a stunned look to the other girlâs face, and an amused smile to Dannyâs.
âI shouldnât think youâd take to ranch life,â Mary Kate renewed her attack. âBeing used to San Antonioand night life and all. This must be awfully dull to a city person like you.â
King had moved out into the hall and was leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette while he waited for his parents to catch up. He watched the exchange with unreadable eyes.
âWhy would I find it dull?â Shelby blinked.
âBecause thereâs no night life!â
âIâm not a vampire,â Shelby said kindly.
Mary Kateâs tanned face burned suddenly, and King stepped forward before she could continue.
âI think itâs time we got on the road,â he said, âor weâll miss the damned thing.â
âOh, lovely, Iâm looking forward to introducing Danny to some of the new set here,â Mary Kate cooed, and took possession of Dannyâs arm as ifshe were conquering a town. âDanny, remember old Coach Garner? Well, heâs still coaching the band. Do you rememberâ¦â and she led Danny out the door, toward the elder Branntsâ new luxury compact car.
As Shelby started toward it, too, King suddenly caught her arm and pulled her toward his sleek black Porsche.
âBut, the othersâ¦Danny!â she protested, pulling futilely against that steely grip.
âNever mind Danny,â he said curtly. He opened the door on the passenger side and put her inside.
âKingâ¦â she protested again as he got in beside her and cranked the car.
âJust sit still and hush, Shelby,â he said coolly. âNo way could Dad cram all five of you into that car, despite what he said. I think we canbear each otherâs company into town, canât we?â
She folded her hands in her lap and stared at them. âI suppose.â
âWhat do you think of Mary Kate?â he asked as he pulled smoothly out of the driveway, not waiting for his parents to get inside their car and follow.
âSheâs lovely,â she said quietly. âDannyâs age, too, isnât she, or just about?â
He frowned. His eyes slid sideways, appraisingly. âHow old are you?â
âTwenty-one.â
He scowled. âIs that all? My God, I thought you were at least twenty-four!â
âI feel twice that, sometimes,â she said in a subdued tone, her eyes going dark and sad with memory.
âYouâre barely old enough to leave home,â he growled.
âI left home when I was fourteen,â she recalled, cringing inward at the memory of why sheâd had to go.
âFourteen?!â
âI went to live with my aunt in Georgia,â she murmured. âShe had a home in the mountains, with a stream out back, and lots of mountain laurel and rhododendronâ¦.â She remembered suddenly who she was talking to, and the enthusiasm went out of her voice.
âDonât stop,â he said. âAnd what?â
âAnd deer,â she continued. âWe used to sit on the back porch and watch them drink from the stream. One was a nine-point buck, and my cousin shot him one November. I cried because he was such a beautiful animal.â
âYour cousin?â he taunted.
âNo, the deer !â she corrected. Hereyes touched him suspiciously. He wasnât smiling, but there was a suspicious