Texas Tall by Janet Dailey

tactful enough? He looked disappointed. But he managed a smile. “If you’re under stress, I can think of a great remedy,” he joked. “But I understand—at least I’m trying to. Since I happen to think you’re a woman worth waiting for, I’ll try to be patient. But don’t expect me to wait forever, Tori.”
    â€œI know better than that. Just a little more time, that’s all I’m asking.” She nodded toward her half-emptied glass. “I think I’d better leave the rest. Too much beer has an unflattering effect on me.”
    â€œReady to go, then?” Fishing out his wallet, he left a couple of bills on the table. Then he rose, gave Tori his hand, and ushered her outside. The wind had risen to a howl. It whipped Tori’s coat around her body as they walked to the car. The air carried the earthy scent of a coming storm. She filled her lungs with it, breathing away the stale, smoky odors of the Blue Coyote and the memory of those hate-filled eyes, watching her from the shadows.
    They drove back to her house, saying little. It isn’t too late to reverse course and invite him in, Tori reminded herself. She had little doubt that Drew would be a good lover, tender and considerate. But tonight she would be jittery, nervous, and torn by doubts. No, this wasn’t a good time. When it happened— if it happened—she wanted to be ready.
    He pulled the car into her driveway, walked her to the front door, and gave her a lingering kiss. “Think about what I said,” he murmured as she unlocked the door. “Call me if you change your mind.”
    From the open doorway, she watched his big, sleek car glide out of the driveway. As the taillights vanished down the street, she closed the door behind her and switched on a lamp. The house was quiet. Safe, she thought, unless one of Stella’s minions was hiding in a closet, ready to jump out at her. Maybe she should have invited Drew inside. At least she wouldn’t have been here alone.
    Laughing at her own fear, she walked through the split-level house, turning on the lights. Nothing. She was being silly. All the same, she was glad Erin was safe on the Rimrock with Will.
    She paused, thinking of her daughter. When she’d brought Erin to the ranch on Saturday, she hadn’t planned on leaving her there. Most of the clothes Erin liked, along with spare underthings, sanitary pads, schoolbooks, and other necessities, were here. Tori had already packed a suitcase for her and planned to take it when she drove to the ranch tomorrow. But with a storm moving in, the roads might be better tonight. She glanced at her watch. It was barely ten-thirty, not too late to change clothes, make the twenty-mile drive to the ranch, and stay the night in Beau’s old room.
    Fifteen minutes later, dressed in her jeans and her warm ranch coat, she was driving down Main Street, headed out of town. After she passed the last streetlight, the night was pitch-black, darkened by the clouds that had poured in over the caprock to fill the sky. Wind battered the old pickup, threatening to blow it off the road. Tori’s fingers cramped on the wheel as she struggled to hold it steady.
    She’d been driving about ten minutes when the storm broke in full fury. Lightning streaked across the sky. A fusillade of marble-sized hailstones blasted the vehicle with a clattering roar, covering the road in an instant. Worried but calm, Tori geared down and turned on the wipers. She’d driven in bad storms before. She’d be fine.
    The windshield had fogged over. Remembering too late that the truck had no air-conditioning to clear the glass, she punched the defroster button and cleared a spot with her hand. Her headlights showed nothing but white. She was driving blind. But she’d traveled this road hundreds of times over the years. The ranch turnoff couldn’t be more than a few minutes ahead. She didn’t dare pull off