Colby's resourceful, I'll give him that."
"You used to be good friends."
"We were, until he started hanging around Cecily," came the short reply. "I'm not as angry at him as I was. But it seems that he has to have a woman to prop him up."
"Not necessarily," Matt replied. "Sometimes a good woman can save a bad man. It's an old saying, but fairly true from time to time. Colby was headed straight to hell until Cecily put him on the right track. It's gratitude, but I don't think he can see that just yet. He's in between mourning his ex-wife and finding someone to replace her." He leaned back again. "I feel sorry for him. He's basically a one-woman man, but he lost the woman."
Tate packed back to the wing chair and sat down on the edge. "He's not getting Cecily. She's mine, even if she doesn't want to admit it."
Matt stared at him. "Don't you know anything about women in love?"
"Not a lot," the younger man confessed. "I've spent the better part of my life avoiding them."
"Especially Cecily," Matt agreed. "She's been like a shadow. You didn't miss her until you couldn't see her behind you anymore."
"She's grown away from me," Tate said. "I don't know how to close the gap. I know she still feels something for me, but she wouldn't stay and fight for me." He lifted his gaze to Matt's hard face. "She's carrying my child. I want both of them, regardless of the adjustments I have to make. Cecily's the only woman I've ever truly wanted."
Matt spread his hands helplessly. "This is one mess I can't help you sort out," he said at last. "If Cecily loves you, she'll give in sooner or later. If it were me, I'd go find her and tell her how I really felt. I imagine she'll listen."
Tate stared at his shoes. He couldn't find the right words to express what he felt.
"Tate," his father said gently, "you've had a lot to get used to lately. Give it time. Don't rush things. I've found that life sorts itself out, given the opportunity."
Tate's dark eyes lifted. "Maybe it does." He searched the other man's quiet gaze. "It's not as bad as I thought it was, having a foot in two worlds. I'm getting used to it."
"You still have a unique heritage," Matt pointed out. "Not many men can claim Berber revolutionaries and Lakota warriors as relatives.
"You used to be good friends."
"We were, until he started hanging around Cecily," came the short reply. "I'm not as angry at him as I was. But it seems that he has to have a woman to prop him up."
"Not necessarily," Matt replied. "Sometimes a good woman can save a bad man. It's an old saying, but fairly true from time to time. Colby was headed straight to hell until Cecily put him on the right track. It's gratitude, but I don't think he can see that just yet. He's in between mourning his ex-wife and finding someone to replace her." He leaned back again. "I feel sorry for him. He's basically a one-woman man, but he lost the woman."
Tate packed back to the wing chair and sat down on the edge. "He's not getting Cecily. She's mine, even if she doesn't want to admit it."
Matt stared at him. "Don't you know anything about women in love?"
"Not a lot," the younger man confessed. "I've spent the better part of my life avoiding them."
"Especially Cecily," Matt agreed. "She's been like a shadow. You didn't miss her until you couldn't see her behind you anymore."
"She's grown away from me," Tate said. "I don't know how to close the gap. I know she still feels something for me, but she wouldn't stay and fight for me." He lifted his gaze to Matt's hard face. "She's carrying my child. I want both of them, regardless of the adjustments I have to make. Cecily's the only woman I've ever truly wanted."
Matt spread his hands helplessly. "This is one mess I can't help you sort out," he said at last. "If Cecily loves you, she'll give in sooner or later. If it were me, I'd go find her and tell her how I really felt. I imagine she'll listen."
Tate stared at his shoes. He couldn't find the right words to express what he felt.
"Tate," his father said gently, "you've had a lot to get used to lately. Give it time. Don't rush things. I've found that life sorts itself out, given the opportunity."
Tate's dark eyes lifted. "Maybe it does." He searched the other man's quiet gaze. "It's not as bad as I thought it was, having a foot in two worlds. I'm getting used to it."
"You still have a unique heritage," Matt pointed out. "Not many men can claim Berber revolutionaries and Lakota warriors as relatives.
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