Stars & Stripes (Cut & Run 6)
Page 45Ty pointed his good hand at the doors to the barn, where Harrison stood. “I’m not going back in there with that horse.”
Zane flopped the rope against his thigh. “Ty, the horses are not conspiring against you.”
Ty crossed his arms and shook his head. “He looks at me. And he talks to me! And he knows I don’t know what he’s saying!”
Zane squinted at him. “Okay. I think you’ve been out in the sun a little too long.”
Harrison cleared his throat, unable to keep from laughing.
Ty flinched and straightened, pushing off the hitching post. “Hello, sir,” he said as he put out his cheroot on the denim of his jeans.
Harrison smirked. Zane had managed to go off to New York City and find someone who would have fit in on the ranch almost seamlessly. And it was obvious, even if they were trying to be subtle, that the two of them were very much in love. Harrison had never known the feeling, but he’d seen it often enough to recognize it.
Zane came over, reaching out to offer an arm. “Dad. How are you feeling?”
“Winded,” Harrison admitted. He took Zane’s arm and leaned on him. “What are you boys up to?”
“Zane was showing off for me,” Ty said with a smile.
“I was trying to teach him how to rope.”
“I can’t imagine he’ll learn much, way he was staring at you.”
Ty looked away, but even the hot summer sun couldn’t mask the blush creeping over the man.
Harrison smiled. “Take a walk with me, huh?”
“I’ll just, uh . . . I’ll be inside.” Ty jerked his thumb toward the barn door. “Talking to the horse.”
“No, you too.”
Ty raised an eyebrow but moved closer. “Of course, sir.”
“I hear you boys had a little rough-and-tumble at the bar last night.”
Zane sneered. “Yeah, some jackass tried to pick a fight.”
“I hear you two didn’t entertain it. I’m glad. People been talking good about you today.”
“Really?” Zane glanced at Ty, eyebrows climbing higher.
Harrison nodded. “Ty, tell me something. Do your mama and daddy know about you and my son?”
Ty blinked at him and looked down at his feet. “Yes, sir, they do.”
“And what do they think of it?”
“Well . . . they were upset that I misled them for so long. I should’ve told them years ago.”
“What are you getting at, Dad?”
“Ty, here, he has impressive manners. I think I’d like to meet the people who taught him. I was just trying to see if they reacted like Beverly is sure to and stormed out when you told them, or if they’d want to meet me too.”
Harrison nodded, and was about to respond when Ty stopped walking. Harrison slowed, and Zane came around to look back at Ty. The man was staring into the darkened doorway of one of the outbuildings.
“Ty?” Zane whispered, hand going to his gun. Apparently, Zane acted on such cues from his partner a lot, treating him like a well-trained hunting dog.
Ty held out one hand. “Sir, may I go in there?”
Harrison glanced at the shed with a raised brow and nodded. “Sure.”
Ty advanced on the doorway. Inside was a stack of junk, old parts and rows of rusted tools spread around a ratty canvas tarp. The shape of the bulk beneath the tarp was barely discernible, but Harrison knew what was in there. From the looks of him, Ty Grady knew as well.
Ty edged up to the front of the tarp and put a gentle hand on it, bending until his eyes were level with the expanse of canvas. He looked back at Harrison and Zane, hazel eyes shining. “Do you know what’s under here?”
Zane shook his head, though he appeared more interested in Ty’s reaction than he had ever been in the storage sheds.
Harrison smirked. “Why don’t you tell us what it is?”
“If I’m not mistaken,” Ty said, a hint of anticipation in his voice, “this is an early model Mustang GT. Look at the lines and the curve of the hood there.”
Harrison laughed, surprised by Ty’s accuracy. “Lift it up, son.”
Zane moved to help, and he and Ty rolled the canvas tarp back, revealing the rusted-out carcass of the old classic beneath.
Harrison watched, fascinated. The car had fallen into disrepair and had been sitting in the old shed for three decades, waiting for someone to come along and see the beauty in her. No one in the family had ever possessed the time, inclination, or skill to see her for what she was. Harrison had known; he’d just never been able to raise a hand for her.
The original paint had been blasted away, leaving a dull gray primer. She had no wheels, no insignia, and no interior. The hood scoop had mice nesting in it. The grill was full of straw.
Zane laughed as he looked over the old heap. “If you say so, doll.”
Ty ran his hands over the body, as gentle as if he were stroking a baby’s cheek. “A little bit of time and effort, and she would be.” He got back to his feet and disappeared into the darkness of the shed, pulling the tarp off the rest of the car.
Zane came to stand beside Harrison, smiling and shaking his head.
“Oh my God, she’s a Shelby!” Ty called from somewhere in the dark.
Zane began to laugh, smile lines streaking his handsome face. His eyes filled with joy and warmth, and his frame relaxed. Harrison hadn’t seen his son like this since he’d been a boy.
Harrison peered back into the darkness. “Ty, come on back out here,” he called.
Ty edged his way out to them, looking chastised and letting his fingers slide along the car’s rough exterior as he moved. “Sorry,” he offered when he reached them. His eyes were still alight, though, and he was gazing at the car with sincere admiration.
Zane put a hand on Ty’s shoulder. “Ty enjoys bringing old things back to life.”
Harrison narrowed his eyes. “Ty.”
Ty ripped his gaze away from the Mustang. “Sir?”
“I want you to have that car.”