DESTINY

by april darawich

My apologies for my flub with the chapters but I have corrected that and hope you now enjoy the missing chapters, My apologies. What happens when Lucas Buck meets the one woman he can't seduce? Especially when she turns out to be the one woman he really

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DESTINY
Chapter Two

Dr. Matt Crower was still in the process of applying the final layer of the plaster compound to Joe's jaw. After glancing at the x-rays of the totally shattered bone, he glanced at Ben. "Now, do you want to tell me how this happened? And for the record, I don't buy the story that he hit a tree root and did this much damage to himself."

Ben considered the best way to explain the events. "Look, I know what you're thinking, and strictly off the record, you would be right on the money, but I will tell you this, I was there and this, believe it or not, was a totally justified act."

Matt shook his head. "I'm sorry Ben, but I have a really hard time imagining Lucas Buck being justified in this kind, or any other kind of action for that matter."

Ben considered Matt with understanding and sympathy. He had definitely suffered at Lucas' hands, but still Ben stood by his statement. "Look, I know how you feel about it, and I can't blame you. Trust me, you'll see what I'm talking about when you go down to the emergency room."

Matt had finished setting Joe's jaw, and was washing and drying his hands when the loudspeaker came to life.

"Dr. Crower to emergency, Stat."

Matt considered Ben's earlier statement as he headed to the door. "Well, I guess I'm about to see if you're right. You can take him to the station now. Just be sure to give him liquids."


Matt rushed out the door and ran down the hall to the emergency room, where he almost collided with Lucas.

Lucas glared at Matt as he carefully regained his balance and that of the woman he was carrying.

Matt glanced at the unconscious girl in Buck's arms. "Is this what Ben was referring to, Buck?"

Lucas continued glaring at Matt; "Yeah, Harvard. Now how about making yourself useful and examine her already."

Matt, feeling more than a little put out at having to be reminded of his duties, turned into an empty examination room. Pointing to the table in the middle of the room, he motioned for Buck to lay her there while he washed his hands. Glancing at the mirror in front of him he wasn't certain that he had actually seen it, but he could swear that as Buck laid the woman on the table there was a look of such concern and tenderness on his face, that it took Matt a second to adjust.

Lucas, having looked up to meet Matt's stare in the mirror, once again put on his mask of arrogance. "Well, are you going to examine her or not, Harvard?"

Matt, having recovered from his shock, turned and began his examination. Just as he was taking her pulse, Dara started regaining consciousness.

Groaning in pain, she raised her hand to her now aching head as she opened her eyes and saw the two men looking down at her. "What happened? The last thing I remember, I was standing and then that was it."

Lucas looked down at her; "Well, you passed out again. I guess he hit you a little harder than we thought."

Matt looked from Buck to this woman. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Matt narrowed his gaze as he asked, "What exactly did happen? Your prisoner wasn't in quite able to discuss it."

Lucas, who was in the process of assisting Dara in sitting up, glanced at Matt. "Apparently, my prisoner took extreme exception to something the lady said to him and did this," indicating the bruise on her cheek and swollen lip. "He hit her hard enough to knock her out. She came to for a few minutes, then passed out again."

Dara had been trying to gain a sitting position as she smiled at both men. "I think he took exception to the suggestion I made."

Lucas took a step backward, and putting his hands on his hips, inquired. "Just what did you say to rile him up that much?"

Dara, who had turned a shade of light pink, glanced down at the floor and slowly replied. "Well, when the one guy grabbed me the other started waving that gun in my face. It made me angry, so I made a suggestion."

Lucas, not willing to let her off the hook that easily, gently put his finger under her chin and lifted her face. Looking into her eyes he asked, "And exactly what suggestion did you make?"

Turning a darker shade of pink, but refusing to back down, Dara met his look evenly and replied, "I told him to hand me the shotgun, then to bend over and I'd show him the principles of a puppet on a stick."

Lucas glanced over at Crower, who was trying his hardest not to laugh.

Lucas was actually having the same problem, but when he saw the damage inflicted on her face by the nut with the gun, he once again grew serious. "I appreciate that you were trying to protect Caleb. That means a lot to me. I also appreciate the fact that you are definitely one tough and feisty lady. But darlin, so help me if you ever put yourself into that kind of situation again, just as soon as I know you're all right, I'm going to turn you across my knee. Do you understand me?"

Dara, although touched by his concern, wasn't as touched by his tone of command. "I appreciate your concern, as well as the fact that you defended me, but, let me make myself clear. I've been taking care of myself for a long time, and if you ever even think about trying to turn me over your knee Sheriff, you are going to be in for one hell of a surprise. Now, do you understand me?"

Lucas looked down into her intensely angry eyes. [Damn, she is a hellcat.] Realizing that he had overstepped her boundaries, he began apologizing. "I'm sorry, I realize that I sound like a perfect example of male chauvinism. I was just concerned about your safety. And to be quite honest, it worried me that you were unconscious for so long. Can we declare a truce?"

Dara nodded her head in acceptance of his apology. [At least he can graciously admit when he's wrong.]

Matt, who had stood silently witnessing this interchange with his mouth hanging open, couldn't believe his ears. Lucas Buck was actually apologizing to someone.

Remembering that they weren't alone, Lucas focused on the doctor. "Are you going to stand there catching flies? Or are you going to practice some medicine?"

Recovering from his shock, Matt once again became the skilled physician and began examining Dara.

Dara sat through it patiently and responded appropriately, until Matt examined her eyes. When he shined the light into them to check her reflex, she suddenly became dizzy again and had to regain her balance.

Matt looked down on her in concern. "Are you okay? Did you have a shooting pain or dizziness?"

Dara closed her eyes for a moment to let the dizzy feeling pass, and then answered. "I just felt a sharp dizziness when you shined the light in my eyes, that's all. Give me a second and I'll be fine, then I can get up and stop wasting your time."

Matt looked across the table to Lucas. They both had the same look in their eyes.

"Look, I'd like to keep you to do a CAT scan. From what Sheriff Buck tells me, you were out like a light, twice, and for several minutes, not to mention the dizziness. I just want to be certain you don't have a concussion. So we'll take you for the test, then, keep you overnight for observation. Okay?"

When he mentioned observation Dara sat up immediately, despite the dizziness and looked Matt in the eyes. "I'm sorry Dr. Crower, I'll stay for the scan, but overnight is out of the question."

Matt looked across to Lucas. Most patients were eager to get away from the hospital, but she was downright adamant about it. Matt attempted to broach the subject another way. "You can call me Matt, if you like. I strongly recommend the observation, just to make sure the dizziness goes away."

Dara looked between both men, determined to show them she was serious, there was no way she could stay in the hospital overnight, or anywhere else for that matter. She had to get home to take care of her mother. Mrs. Adams couldn't be put upon to stay both day and night with her mother. Dara's face took on a determined look. Staying here was out of the question, but if she could show them that she could leave under her own steam, it would end all the discussion. If there should happen to be a problem she could always take a couple of days to recover at home.

Dara went to slide off the table to leave. Unfortunately, what she was planning on doing and what her body would allow were two totally opposite things, her legs started to shake and she was unable to force them to support her. She would have hit the floor in a disgraceful heap, but Lucas' quick reflexes went into action and he caught her.

Without a word he bent and effortlessly lifted her back onto the table. Then, slowly lowered her to a reclining position. "As much as I hate agreeing with Harvard here, I think he's right, you need to let them run the test and stay if he thinks you should."

Dara looked at both men helplessly, unable to argue in her present condition. She wasn't any good to her mother, and if she saw her like this it would just add to her anxiety. So finally, she gave in. "All right, I'll have the damned test, but if there isn't a concussion I get two aspirin and can call you in the morning. Deal?"

Matt considered her suggestion a moment, she was determined, he had to give her that. "Okay, if there's not a concussion you get to go, fair enough. Now let me go see about getting started. Sheriff, can I talk to you a second?"

After Matt had made the arrangements for an orderly to take her to radiology for a CAT scan, he turned to Lucas. "Is it just me or is she in one hell of a hurry to get out of here?"

Lucas nodded his head in agreement. "I'll tell you something Crower, she is the most determined woman I've ever met, but her unreasonableness goes beyond determination. Wonder what's so important at home?"

Matt considered Buck's observation for a moment, he never even got the girl's name, but something about her was familiar to him, but what it was eluded him. "By the way, who is she anyway? In all the excitement I forgot to get her name."

Lucas cast a look of suspicion at Crower. Although he was now married to Loris Holt, that didn't mean the man couldn't still be an obstacle between himself and Dara. Finally, due to the fact he would find out sooner or later anyway, he went ahead and answered him. "Her name's Dara Chambers, she's new here, grief counselor."

Now Matt knew why she was familiar. He had met her briefly at the staff meeting last week. She was the hospital's new counselor from North Carolina.

Lucas could see the recognition now registered in Matt's eyes. "I thought I'd seen her before, now I know why she looked familiar."

Lucas' jealousy becoming highly apparent turned on Crower in a sharp, demanding voice. "Just where in the hell did you meet her, Harvard?"

Matt could see by the visible jealousy on Lucas' face, that where this girl was concerned, he was now considered to be a trespasser. The truth of what Ben had said earlier was now apparent. As well as the truth behind just exactly how Matt's previous patient had acquired a smashed jaw. Piecing it together Matt realized that judging by his actions, Lucas must care about the girl a great deal, but the idea of Lucas Buck caring about anyone but himself was a difficult one for anyone to accept. Matt spoke carefully, not wanting Buck's anger directed at him. "Calm down Buck. I know her because I met her at the last staff meeting we had, she's the new counselor for the hospital. I didn't realize who she was in there, that's all."

Lucas seeming satisfied with his answer, calmed considerably. "Why do you suppose she wants to get home in such and all fired hurry?"

Matt considered a moment, remembering a conversation he had with one of the administrative staff, he suddenly understood her eagerness to not stay overnight. Matt looked at Lucas as he contemplated. [If she hasn't said anything, it definitely isn't my place.] "I guess the idea of a hospital just doesn't set right with her. You'll have to excuse me a second I need to talk with her. In private." Not giving Lucas the chance to launch a protest he stepped into the room and shut the door.

Dara turned; she was sitting up, appearing to have her dizziness now in hand. Matt launched in. "Would you like me to call your house and explain what happened? I'm sure your nurse will understand."

Dara's mouth dropped open. "How did you find out? The only people who know are the doctors I'm using and Mrs. Adams."

Matt looked at her sympathetically. "This is a small town, and I am one of the doctors on consult. It didn't take long to figure out your reluctance to stay when I realized who you are. But don't worry, I won't say anything, it's your business, not everyone else's. Including Lucas Buck."

Dara looked at him strangely. "Is it my imagination, or do you not like him?"

Matt looked at her appraisingly; the reason why Buck would have and interest in her was highly obvious, even in her bruised and battered state, but he chose his words carefully. "I've seen a lot of hurt here and at the center of most of it, you could find Lucas Buck. But, it' s not my place to tell you anything about the man. You'll have to draw your own conclusions."

Matt wasn't able to say anything else, the orderly came in with a wheel chair to take her to radiology.

Dara was still somewhat shaky, but not as before. Before she could protest, Lucas, who had followed the orderly in, placed his arms under her and lifted her from the table to place her in the chair.

He was about to follow the orderly out when Matt placed a restraining hand on his arm. "I'm sorry, but you can't go back there. You can wait in the waiting room if you want."

Lucas looked down at Matt's hand, then back to his face. Matt removed his hand from his arm, and went to walk past him.

This time Lucas stayed Matt. "Tell me something, Harvard, what were you and the lady discussing in here?"

Matt glared at Lucas angrily. "You know I can't tell you that, Buck, if she wants you to know she'll be the one to tell you."

Lucas grabbed Matt's arm once again. "I don't think so, Harvard, you're not getting off that easy, I can see part of the conversation was about me."

Matt, not one to skate around an issue answered him straightforwardly. "Yes, you're right it did. She asked my opinion and I gave it to her. What's the matter, Buck, afraid the lady will find out what's under that southern charm of yours?"

Lucas shot Matt a look of thunder and infuriation. "Damned, you had no right discussing me with her."

Matt looked at Lucas strangely. Judging by the tone of his voice and the look on his face, Matt was certain Lucas' agitation was centered around the idea that Dara might think less of him after conversing with Matt, then because Matt had dared to discuss Lucas with her. "Look, if I overstepped, I'm sorry. But let me give you a word of advice, I think you well know that I wont be the only one that she'll hear about you from. So if I were you, I'd try to show her that somewhere in that piece of stone you call a heart, there is something there. I have the feeling that if anyone could find it in you she can." With his last comment Matt walked off towards his office, he had a phone call to make and he didn't want to forget.

Shaking his head in consideration of the situation, Matt repeated Ben's opinion. "Lucas Buck, I do believe that lady is about to give you a run for your money."



Lucas had never had anyone approach him in as direct a manner as Crower had just done. The only problem was that, although it angered him, the cause wasn't as certain, because he had dared to say it, or because it was the truth?

Lucas was on his way to the waiting room when he spotted Floyd and Caleb. Glad to have something else to occupy his thoughts, he motioned for them to follow him.

Once they had sat down to wait for news from Crower, Caleb glanced at his father with worry. "Is she going to be okay? What did Dr. Matt say?"

Floyd began apologizing for their delay, "Sorry, Lucas, but there was a mess of statements to take down at the bank and then we had to notify the guard's family. How's Ms. Chambers doing?"

Lucas, removing his wallet from his back pocket and handing Caleb some cash, inquired, "Caleb, I'm thirsty, how about going to the cafeteria and getting us something to drink?" Turning to Floyd he asked, "Any word on the guard yet?"

Floyd watched Lucas nervously. As Ben did, Floyd also believed that Lucas had a lot of strong feeling for the Chambers woman, but the problem was the Floyd never knew how not to overstep the boundaries of Lucas' anger. So he picked his way carefully through the conversation. "Well, last I heard he's in critical condition. Any ideas on how many charges we're going to bring on those two boys? So far as the witnesses go, they all swear the one named Joe was doing all the gun toting. Apparently, Jess did the clean up work, getting the money and wallets and such."

Lucas ran his hand through his hair in agitation. As much as he'd like to make them pay, his way, he somehow knew that if Dara realized what he was capable of she not only wouldn't understand it, she wouldn't have anything at all to do with it, or him. Finally, Lucas answered Floyd. "I guess we go for attempted murder for Joe. We can get him for the guard, Jesse and even possibly Dara. Definitely assault with harmful intent on Dara. Not to mention armed robbery. Other than that let the DA deal with it, but Floyd you tell Daniels this, make damn sure that he makes the charges for Dara stick."

Floyd shuddered at the intensity in Lucas' eyes. Ben was right, that girl was definitely going to be like a whirlwind through Lucas Buck's life.

Caleb, trying to balance three Styrofoam cups came slowly into the waiting room. He carefully handed Lucas his as well as Floyd, then he began fishing in his pockets.

Lucas, knowing what the boy was searching for, held up his hand. "Keep it Caleb, it's okay."

Caleb, despite himself, grinned at his father. "Thanks Lucas. How's Dara? You never answered me, is she okay?"

Just then Matt appeared in the doorway.


All three stood to accept whatever news he had, good or bad.

"I just got her test back, she's going to be fine. Apparently when he hit her he just literally rattled her. Which explains the dizziness. But she'll be good as new in a few days."

Matt, catching sight of Caleb, smiled at the boy. "You coming home tonight Caleb, or you got other plans?"

Even though Lucas did like having the boy around, he decided to let Crower take him back to the boarding house. He wasn't about to let anyone else take Dara home, and she wasn't in any condition to drive. "Son, I think you should go with the doc here. Dara wont be able to drive herself, so I'll take her home, okay?"

Caleb, seeming satisfied with the proposition, nodded his agreement. "Can I see her before we go? Those men might have taken me if it hadn't of been for her. I want to tell her thank you."

Matt considered his request, and then smiled. "Sure, I don't see a problem with that. Just make it quick, she looks like she's really starting to hurt. The sheriff really needs to get her home, and to her bed." The subtle hint totally missed Caleb, but as was intended, Lucas caught it just fine.

Glaring over Caleb's head, Lucas looked at Matt. "That's what I had in mind, Harvard. I think the lady has had enough excitement for today, don't you?" Matt ruefully shook his head as he motioned for them to follow him.

When they reached the room Dara was in, Matt let Caleb go ahead while he gave Lucas instructions. Reaching in his lab coat pocket he withdrew two bottles of pills and handed them to Lucas. "Make sure she gets these and remind her, I know that she's not in the mood for focusing right now, but one is for headaches. She has a history of migraines, so I imagine she'll have some bad headaches till she's recovered. The other is for pain, I looked at that bruise and her mouth and I have to tell you, I'm amazed that he didn't break her cheek bone or her jaw."

Lucas took the bottles and shoved them in his pocket. "You're sure she's going to be okay though. I mean, she shouldn't stay here, it's okay for her to be at home by herself?"

Matt considered his question with suspicion. You never could be sure when dealing with Lucas Buck what his motivation was, so Matt wasn't certain if he was truly concerned or just fishing for information. Finally he took the safe route. "I wouldn't worry about it too much, I'm sure she'll be fine."

Matt walked in to give Dara the news. "Okay, a deals a deal. No concussion, no hospital stay. Sheriff Buck is going to take you home now. I don't think you should be driving for at least a couple of days, depends on how you feel. I gave him your medication and he'll explain it to you, so you're free to go now."

Lucas could see the intense look of relief on her face at the news.

Matt looked at Caleb. "You ready to go, Caleb? I'm leaving in about ten minutes."

Nodding, he turned to Dara and asked, "I'm still going to get to see you, ain't I? You don't think I'm jinxed or nothing, do you?"

Dara smiled at Caleb. "Yes, you're still going to see me, just give me a couple of days to get back to order, okay? And no, I don't think you're a jinx Caleb. I'm the one who pushed you under the bushes, remember?"

Caleb stood up to leave and turning unexpectantly, put his arms around Dara. "I sure am glad you're not hurt bad." With that parting comment he quickly left the room, clearly embarrassed by his display of emotions.

After Crower and Caleb left, Lucas focused his attention on Dara. "If you're ready, I'll drive you home now. My car's just outside."

Dara nodded her acceptance of his offer. "Thank you, I'm more than ready, all I want now is my tub and my bed, in that order."

Lucas walked around to the other side of the bed and ignoring her protests, lifted her to place her in the wheelchair.

"I can walk you know, my legs are fine."

Smiling, Lucas replied candidly, "After seeing you in those shorts the other day, I'll agree, but till you get your strength back and stop feeling dizzy this is safer. I wouldn't want you to trip and fall. Besides, I don't mind."

Seeing that arguing with him was useless, as well as her not certain how to hide her embarrassment over his comment, Dara merely sat back and accepted his reasoning.

Lucas pushed her out to the car himself, declining the orderly's offer to do it. When they reached the car Lucas opened the passenger door and as before, lifted her from the chair to settle her in the passenger seat. Then, he reached over to fasten her safety belt across her lap. "Wouldn't want to have any accidents. Better safe than sorry."

Dara leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes, as if trying to stop her world from spinning. When she opened her eyes she suddenly realized that she had forgotten something important.

Noticing her distress, Lucas looked at her with deep concern. "What's the matter, you feeling dizzy again?"

Dara looked over at him. "Yes, but it's not that, I just realized that I forgot something important, that's all, it will wait."

Reaching into the back seat, Lucas brought forward the item Dara was anxious about. "You mean this?"

Dara clutched the purse to her. "How did it get here, I left it at the office."

Lucas grinned openly. "Well, since Floyd had to go get my car, I gave Caleb your keys and told him to go get it before they came up here. I figured you'd need it sooner or later. And don't worry about your car. I already had that taken to your house."

Dara shook her head from amazement; it appeared that this man thought of everything. "You're handy to have around, you know that?"

Even though he knew the words were said in jest, the pleasure of hearing her say the words was evident on his face. "Well maybe one of these days I can show you my cooking skills, then, we'll see if you say that then."

Despite the obvious pain it caused her, Dara had to laugh. Then, reflecting on it, her face took on a look of puzzlement. .

Even though it was dark, Lucas could still see the look of puzzlement that came across Dara's face. "Something bothering you?"

Dara considered, and then asked, "Well, now that you mentioned it, I was just curious. How exactly did you know where I live? I can't remember telling you or anything. So how did you know where to have my car sent?"

Lucas continued looking ahead of the road considering the best answer to give her. "I'm sheriff, remember? All I had to do was pull up the DMV file, it had your address, but besides that this is a small town when someone new moves into town it's not hard to figure out." Lucas glanced over to see her reaction.

Dara, mulling over the answer he had given had to admit that it did make sense, Trinity was a small town and he could easily have found out the information. "Thank you for having my car taken home. I was somewhat worried about it."

Lucas nodded his head in reply. "You're more than welcome, anything I can do to help you, just ask me."

Lucas turned into the driveway and pulled up in front of the house. He could tell she had done a lot of work to the old house, having seen it before. "You've really spruced this old place up. I thought it was just about ready for the wrecking ball."

Dara smiled, obviously proud of the work done here.. She had done most of it herself and took great pride in the fact that it had turned out so well. "Thank you, I tried really hard with this house. I loved it when I saw it, especially the dock at the river. I love the water, when I need to get away and find peace, I go down there to sit and think."

Lucas considered her revelation; she really did have a lot of facets to her.

Once he cut the motor to the car, Lucas got out and came around to help Dara out of the car. This time, he allowed her to try walking on her own. She had gotten about halfway to the front door when she stopped to get her balance back.

Grasping the tree trunk she stood next to, she attempted to get her vision back into focus and let the dizziness that was engulfing her pass.

Lucas, sensing her dilemma, as well as her change in pallor understood why she had stopped. Apparently dizziness wasn't the only issue she was dealing with at the moment. "You're sick on your stomach too, aren't you?"

Swallowing hard to push the nausea down, she simply nodded.

Lucas looked at her with concern. "It's okay, it'll pass in a second."

Dara leaned back against the tree and closed her eyes, trying to regain her composure. "Somehow, I think it's going to take longer than a minute."

Lucas, seeing her losing her battle, bent down and lifted her small frame easily in his arms.

She started to launch a protest that she could walk in a second, but he silenced her objections quickly.

"Look, you're not that heavy, and you're wearing yourself out trying to walk. So this is the best solution."

Dara gave up the attempt at arguing, due to the fact that the fight with controlling her nausea was at the minute taking all of her concentration. Accepting his logic she closed her eyes laying her head against his shoulder. "Thank you, I think you're right. I don't think I could walk another step without being absolutely sick. But if you keep this up, you'll have a bad back."

Mrs. Adams threw open the door; just a Lucas' boot touched the top step. "Dara, dear are you all right? What happened? Dr. Crower phoned and explained you had been involved in an accident. He said you were hurt, but that he released you. If you need to be admitted dear I'll be more than happy to stay with your moth...."

At her last statement, Dara looked up sharply at Mrs. Adams, furiously shaking her head, despite her battle with the dizziness and nausea, which forced her to lay her head back against Lucas' shoulder once more and close her eyes.

Mrs. Adams, understanding that she had said more than should be said, quickly became quiet. She knew that Dara didn't want her mother's condition to become public or common knowledge. She also knew that if anyone in the world needed to be the last person to know, it was the man now holding Dara in his arms.

Dara cautiously opened her eyes and focusing on Mrs. Adams inquired, "You haven't said anything to 'anybody' about it, did you?"

Mrs. Adams quickly caught her meaning by the sideways glance Dara cast at Lucas. "No dear, but I do intend to stay here with you for a couple of days, you really shouldn't be left alone. Do you think you'll be all right long enough for me to get some things? It shouldn't take more than about fifteen minutes or so?"

Lucas hadn't missed the interchange. There was definitely something this girl didn't want made common knowledge. Lucas decided to let it go at that moment as he volunteered, "I'm off duty, Mrs. Adams. I'll be glad to stay with Ms. Chambers for you to go get your things. You go on ahead."

Mrs. Adams bit at her lip nervously. She knew about sheriff Buck, but she was certain that Dara, however, didn't. She knew there simply wasn't anyway around not leaving, without raising his ire. Even though leaving Lucas Buck to stay with a woman, especially one as beautiful as Dara, was the same as leaving the wolf to guard the lambs.

Lucas proceeded into the house as she left. Making his way to the sofa, he gently placed her there as he instructed, "Here, you sit here for a second. Where's your kitchen?"

Dara pointed in the general direction of where it was, while Lucas went in search of something to help settle her stomach. Having found a bottle of soda and the glasses, he poured one for himself and one for her. When he returned to the living room once more, he found her softly shutting a door at the back of the house and returning to the sofa.

"Here, I hope you don't mind, I poured myself one too." Handing her the glass, he watched as she accepted it gratefully and slowly sipped it's contents.

Dara sat the glass down and laid her head back on the cushions, closing her eyes. After a second, she re-opened them to look straight at Lucas. "By-the-way, I never really got around to thanking you for saving my life today, I'm grateful."

Deciding to take the initiative, Lucas smiled as charmingly as possible. "Then how about going out to dinner with me tomorrow night. Provided you're feeling better of course."

Dara shook her head regretfully, "I'm sorry, but no, maybe some other time."

Lucas sat speechless, this was new territory for him, usually he was the one doing the declining. He was about to try again when Mrs. Adams chose that moment to return.

"Dara, I'm back dear, and I stopped and got some supper."

Lucas deciding that discretion is the better part of valor chose that moment to say his goodbyes. "I need to get back to the station and sign those reports. If you need anything at all, just pick up the phone." Oblivious to Mrs. Adams watchful eye, Lucas took Dara's hand in his and gently kissed it. "Good night sweet lady, I hope you feel better soon." Walking past Mrs. Adams, he turned and stated, "Good night, nice to see you again Mrs. Adams. Take care of my girl here." Then he left, closing the door behind him.

Dara misunderstood the look of obvious concern Mrs. Adams was now wearing as she informed her; "Don't worry Mrs. A, I'm fine. Just a little bit of dizziness, but the doctor said it would wear off in a couple of days. I checked on mama and she's fine, sleeping peacefully. Don't worry, I'll cover the bruise with some makeup, or I can tell a fib about it if she asks."

Ellen Adams took a seat as she decided on the best way to approach the subject of Lucas Buck. She had never personally had any dealing with Lucas, but she knew plenty of people who had. Their lives shattered and broken, or just totally destroyed, that Emory woman for example. "Dara, can I ask you a question?"

Dara sat reclining with her head on the back of the couch, simply nodded.

"Dara how do you know Lucas Buck, I mean I know he was there today and that you weren't able to drive so he brought you home. But I get the impression that there is something more there than just doing his civic duty. How did you come into contact with him?"

Dara glanced at her oddly; she made Lucas sound as though he were some contagious disease, like a cold or the flu. "My office is across from the sheriff's department, when I was moving things in he helped me with some boxes. Now I'm counseling his son, Caleb. Why do you ask?"

Mrs. Adams chose her words with care. "Tell me exactly what happened today"

Dara considered for a moment, thoughtfully. "You know, I honestly can't remember most of it, I was unconscious for a while."

Not willing to let it go, Mrs. Adams pursued, "Do you remember any of Lucas' actions?"

Dara thought for a moment, and then recalling something Caleb had said, nodded her head. "Yes, as a matter, I do. Caleb told me when I came to about how his father had broken the gunman's jaw."

Although she had the feeling that she already knew the answer, Mrs. Adams asked anyway. "Did he give you a reason for it?"

Dara looked at the woman questioningly, [Why is she asking all these questions about Lucas Buck, of all people?] "Well I did ask him, he said it made him angry because the man struck me. I'll admit it was a little unnecessary, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't flattered. Why?"

Squaring her shoulders, she decided that someone had to warn the girl, if not her then who. "Dear, I realize he is an attractive and very charming man. But, there is something dark and dangerous about him as well. Earlier, when he referred to you as 'his girl', I don't think he was joking, something tells me he considers you to be his. Please understand I'm not trying to persuade you in one direction or the other, but judge for yourself. Lucas can make things happen around here."

Dara gave a humorous chuckle. "I thought that was his job, Mrs. Adams. I mean I would think that would be welcomed, a politician who acts." Not seeing any amusement on the older woman's face, Dara looked at her disbelievingly. "Surely you're joking, you can't be serious. Just exactly who is he supposed to be? The devil himself?"

Mrs. Adams sighed sadly. "That's what some say. Others, a demon, still others, a man who has no soul or heart. There are other deviations, but they all run on the same line of thought."

Dara looked at her with disbelief and sorrow showing in her eyes as she shook her head. "I don't believe you, I'm sorry but I simply don't."

Nodding her head in understanding Mrs. Adams sighed. "Somehow, I knew you wouldn't. All that I ask you to do is judge for yourself. Do your own investigation. There are things that aren't so easily explained away where that man is concerned. Did you know about Gail Emory?

Dara thought for a second, then, recalled. "Caleb's cousin right? The one who died? Lucas told me about her."

Mrs. Adams asked sarcastically, "Did he tell you she put a gun to her mouth and pulled the trigger, after burning what was left of her parent's newspaper office? This was after she had recovered from the coma she had lapsed into, after having miscarried his baby. You know Caleb belongs to him, but did he mention how Caleb's mother died? Or the fact that Judith Temple was married to another man when the baby was conceived? There are other things, just ask Selena Coombs, or Dr. Crower. There's a man who could tell you a lot about sheriff Buck. He had Matt committed to Juniper House after he tried to shoot Lucas. But no one understands why Matt tried to kill him. All I'm asking is that you keep yourself distanced from the man till you reach your own conclusions. He tends to have a powerful hold on people."

Just then the buzzer from her mother's room sounded. Dara looked towards the door. "Will you go? I don't want her to see me like this, and not one word. About anything we've discussed here tonight. I'm going to bed, goodnight."

Dara considered Mrs. Adams words as she prepared to take a shower and crawl into bed. Maybe she should do a little digging on her own.

After she had taken a quick shower and washed her hair, she towel dried the curling mass and brushed it out. Putting on her gown she crawled into bed and turned the bedside lamp off. As soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep. That's when the dreams began.

She had never dreamed anything like this, ever. She was standing on the pier at the river in her gown. The gentle breeze swirling the silky material around her body, as well as blowing her long hair around her, like a gossamer curtain. She turned towards the water to enjoy the coolness, when she turned back around Lucas was standing there looking down into her eyes.

At first he said nothing, he simply ran his hands up and down her arms as if trying to bring warmth into her body. Feeling the start of a flickering at the center of her being, Dara met his gaze to ask, "What do you want of me?"

The Lucas of her dreams gently placed his finger under her chin to lift her mouth, and then descended to take possession of it. Kissing her in a way she never knew could exist. He began very tenderly, and then deepened the kiss until Dara thought she would shatter into a million tiny pieces.

Lifting his mouth from hers, he replied. "I want you, everything there is to you. Your heart, you mind, your body, your soul. But most of all, I want your love."

At that moment Dara sat up in bed, she had been dreaming. Remembering the dream she turned a bright shade of pink. Glancing around the room she realized she had left the window open. [Strange, I thought I closed it. I must have forgotten it.] With that she got up and went to the window to close and latch it. She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw the figure of a man outside by the trees close to the river. [I'm seeing things. Has to be the medication.] With that last thought she got back into bed and once again fell asleep, this time without dreaming.

Outside, standing next to the cypress tree by the riverbank Lucas Buck stood looking at the window watching as the room once more went dark. He wanted her now more than ever. No, he didn't want her, he needed her, and although he couldn't admit it he knew deep within himself that he loved her. He had wanted to take her in what she thought was a dream. But he knew that if he was to truly have all of her, he had to go slow with her.

She wasn't like the rest: Judith, Selena, Gail, Sabbath, and Sarah. Even Sarah, who he had cared for deeply and wanted desperately, hadn't had this much power over him. They had all loved the sex, had craved it even.

Dara was different; he knew that for her there was no sex without love. And truth be told, he didn't want to have sex with her. He wanted to make love to her, to cherish her the way he had never done with the others, to give her pleasure instead of pain. For the first time he wanted a child with a woman because he wanted it to be a part of himself and her, not to be a continuation for the Buck family pride. He knew if he went slowly and showed her he truly loved her and that whatever had been before would change, she would love him in return

He would start tomorrow. Selena needed to go, permanently. Lucas knew that Dara would never accept sharing with another woman, and he didn't want her to have to share. He knew that everything he had to give was hers for the asking. Lucas left the riverbank, as quietly as he had come.



When he walked through his front door the phone was ringing off the hook. Thinking it was Ben or Caleb he quickly picked it up. "Hello?" The voice at the other end blurted out immediately, "Boy, what do you think you're doing with that girl. You know the way things are supposed to be and she don't fit into it anywhere."

Damn, it was his grandmother, he hated when she butted in. Why couldn't she just leave him alone or lay down and die. Anything, just stay the hell out of his life.

"Now you know I can't lay down till I know I got me another great grand son. You know better than that Lucas."

Lucas considered a moment and then carefully explained, "Well, this is the deal mama Lucy, if you get another great grand child it will either be by this woman or no body at all. And before you even think about it, if she comes to any kind of harm you wont have to worry about your time coming. I'll deliver you to the river Styx myself. Do we understand each other?"

The other end was silent while she pondered this new dilemma; she had to admit there weren't anymore Cross women. The girl who died in the car accident was the last of them. Maybe it was time for some new blood in the Buck Clan. "All right boy, I get your meaning, no interference, at least from me. But I am going to tell you this much, you're going to get some inference from some other areas. Seems like everyone wants the lamb to be able to spot the wolf. If you get my drift."

Lucas had definitely considered this possibility. "Yeah, I get you. But let me tell you something mama Lucy, this one is different, and I don't intend on her being treated like the rest. When I say 'I do', it's going to be for life and with her only. Understand?"

Lucas could hear the old woman chuckling. "Yeah, I understand, you just see that if you promise it to her you keep it. She isn't going to go the way the other women did Lucas. She's a strong woman, but something tells me that strength is just what's needed around here. Night, boy." With that the phone went silent except for the clicking and dial tone.

After undressing and showering, Lucas crawled into his own bed. For the first time without benefit of a warm body beside him, yet he had no urge for another woman. If he couldn't have Dara, he didn't want anyone.

After lying awake for what seemed eternity, Lucas finally drifted off to sleep.

He could see her on the pier again, with her long fall of hair floating on the breeze all around her. Her long gown blowing around her body, like a cloud of blue gossamer. He walked up to her and took her in his arms. She smiled invitingly up at him as he kissed her deeply.

"I've been waiting for you to come to me." Her voice floated over him like a velvet cloud, wrapping him in its warmth.

Bending down he swept her in is arms and lowered her onto her back. He then shrugged out of his coat, as she began unbuttoning his shirt slowly. He started trailing his mouth over her throat, her neck, following her collarbone down to her breasts. And just as she had done, he began unbuttoning the top of her nightgown. He slid the fabric down her arms to bare her breasts to his eager, hungry mouth as he began tracing delicate patterns with his tongue.

Looking up into his eyes she spoke the words he was so desperate to hear. "I do love you. Make me yours, now, please."

Lucas woke from his dream full of wonder and aggravation.



Ben was the first to feel the heat of Lucas's temper. He had taken a message from the district attorney about the charges to be filed against the Lowder boys. Cautiously, Ben poked his head in the doorway, he could see by the look on Lucas' face that his temper was high. "Lucas, Daniels just called about the charges against the Lowder boys."

Lucas glanced up, aggravated by the way Ben was forestalling with the information. "Well, what is it? You can see I'm busy. Or you just going to stand there playing door prop?"

Ben steadied himself for the storm. "You're not going to like this, but the only thing Daniels is going for is armed robbery and assault with a deadly weapon on the guard." Ben watched as the storm clouds began gathering in Lucas' face.

"What the hell do you mean that's all he's going for? He is aware of the other incidents, right?"

Repeating the explanation Daniels had given to him, Ben explained. "Lucas, he said that he had to dismiss the attempted murder charges, the kidnapping, reckless endangerment, and the bodily assault charges to get Joe Lowder to drop his charges of excessive force and police brutality against you. Daniels said it was actually a good deal, because they would get the most time for the armed robbery and assault charges anyway."

Ben knew as soon as he finished what was coming next. Lucas threw down his pen, shoved his chair back and stalked around the desk. Ben was forced to push himself against the wall to keep from being knocked out of the way. Lucas was madder than Ben had ever seen him before. But he knew that if he got in his way he'd only be caught in the stampede.

"Ben, I'm going over to the courthouse and talk to that moron. I'll be back shortly."

Ben and Floyd glanced at each other as they watched Lucas slam the door shut with enough force to rattle every window in the building.

"Ben, you thinking what I am?" Ben nodded his head in agreement, having already guessed what Floyd was considering. "Yeah, I do. Lucas Buck has run into something bigger than what he is. You know what the funny thing about it is, Floyd?"

"What's that, Ben?"

Ben turned with a broad grin on his face. "The package that's holding the contents, can't be taller than about five feet, two inches, or weigh more than one hundred and ten pounds. Who says dynamite has to come in a big package to pack an explosion?" Floyd and Ben both had a conspiring grin on their face; somehow, they knew things were going to get a lot more interesting around Trinity.



Lucas stalked across the street to the county courthouse; normally everyone he saw would throw up their hand in greeting and offer a 'morning sheriff.' But not this morning, Lucas' anger was wrapped around him like a dark cloak, one that could possibly swallow anyone who got in its path.

Shoving the door marked District Attorney roughly open, Lucas focused on Lou Ella Jones, Daniels secretary. "Where's that horse's ass who masquerades as a lawyer that you work for?"

Lou Ella, finding herself unable to speak, simply pointed in the direction of the inner office. Lucas stalked past her desk, leaving a relieved Lou Ella in his wake, grateful that she wasn't the object of his anger.

Lucas threw the inner door open, allowing it to slam against the wall knocking pictures off the wall behind it. "What the hell do you mean you're dropping the assault charges, Daniels?"

John Daniels had just concluded his phone conversation when Lucas burst in. He had heard a few rumors about the new woman in town and how Buck seemed a little too eager to assist her. Now, he had the feeling that he was about to come face to face with the reasons for it. He never thought Buck would react anything like this about those charges being dropped. He had seen the women in this man's life mistreated more than once, and never had Buck interfered with the actions Daniels had taken in his capacity as DA.

This time however, he had the feeling that things were very different. "Lucas, calm down. Joe Lowder was going to press charges against you for his injuries. I convinced him to drop the charges; in exchange we'll dismiss the assault and attempted murder charges for Ms. Chambers and his brother. The biggest charge was the armed robbery anyway, that one will stick, he'll have the book thrown at him for that one." Daniels sat back in his chair and smiled benevolently at Lucas, as though he should be happy with the decision.

Lucas, who had calmed considerably, focused his full attention on the man. "John, who helped you to become DA, took you out of that struggling little nothing of a practice and got you behind that big desk?"

Daniels blanched at the reminder of the debt he owed the man sitting across from him now. He knew this day was coming, the day he paid for the deal he made with Trinity's devil. Deciding to try reasoning he pleaded, "You helped me, Lucas. And like I told you before, I appreciated it, but I've got a job to do for the people who voted for me."

Lucas stared at the man with a combined look of disgust and anger. "Just how long do you think the voters are going to want you back there working for them when they find out about your weakness for pretty-young, and young being the operative word here, girls? I don't think they would want you behind that desk defending their honor then, do you, John?"

Daniels hung his head in defeat, knowing that he had no argument left to give. "What do you want me to do, Lucas?"

Lucas sat on the edge of the desk and folded his arms across his broad chest, smiling at the other man like a parent telling their child that the shot won't hurt. "Relax John, all I want from you is justice."

Daniels looked up at Lucas, shocked, and then becoming suspicious asked him, "What kind of justice are we talking about here?"

Lucas' narrowed his gaze as he answered solemnly. "Real justice, I want you to reinstate the charges, all the charges. And I don't care how you do it, but whatever other charges get turned over, I want every single on of the charges dealing with Dara Chambers to stick to Joe Lowder."

Daniels looked at Lucas as he carefully asked, "What about the police brutality charges, what about those?"

Lucas looked at the man incredulously. "My deputies will back me up, I'm not worried about those charges. But whatever else they pay for, I want them to pay for what they did to that girl. Do we understand each other?"

Daniels nodded his agreement. "I understand Lucas, don't worry, I'll make them stick."

Lucas got up and walked to the door, then turned as he considered. "I'm sure you will John. It's nice to know Trinity has such a devoted public servant." Pulling the door shut behind him, Lucas walked once more past Lou Ella without saying a word and left the office.



Heading back to his own office, Lucas saw Mrs. Adams coming from Dara's office. Deciding to see how Dara was feeling, he went over to speak with Mrs. Adams. "Good morning Mrs. A, how's our favorite girl doing this morning?"

Mrs. Adams turned and cast a wary glance at Lucas Buck, she had hoped to avoid seeing him altogether, but since he had spotted her she wasn't going to back away either. Deciding to make a point that he had no claim on Dara, whatsoever. She replied, "Ms. Chambers, is fine sheriff. She slept well and is feeling much better today, thank you."

Lucas avoided the tête-à-tête with the older woman, as well as addressing her open hostility by asking, "You don't care for me, do you Mrs. Adams?" Exactly what is it you have against me?"

Mrs. Adams, deciding to be honest for Dara's sake gave him her true feelings. "As long as you stay away form Dara, absolutely nothing."

Lucas, feigning a look of innocence asked with rising ire, "Now what harm could I do to her?"

Mrs. Adams, not backing away from the challenge, listed several possibilities. "Lets be honest sheriff, shall we? You are a very hurtful, manipulative person, who enjoys destroying and bringing pain and suffering to others. If I didn't know any better, I would think you're the devil himself. I understand your attraction to Dara, but I don't want to see her end up the town tramp, like Selena Coombs, or dead, like Sabbath Lightfoot, or God forbid, taking her own life, like Gail Emory or Judith Temple So, if you do have any kindness in you at all or a heart, you'll leave her alone. Besides, at the moment she had more than her share of misery. Which I'm sure will only increase before much longer I'm afraid." Suddenly aware of his probing eyes on her, she realized what she had almost let slip and decided she needed to leave.

Lucas stalled her by placing his had on her arm as she turned to get into her car. "Wait, please. What did you mean by, 'she has her share of misery?"

Mrs. Adams looked carefully into his eyes and couldn't believe what she saw there. Concern and caring, something that she didn't think he even knew the meaning of. She had been expecting to see anger and resentment at her words, so this reaction was a definite surprise.

Lucas wanted desperately to know what the misery in Dara's life was. Although she had always presented a bubbly personality, he could sense and underlying sadness in her that he wanted to make right.

Seeing the turn his thoughts were taking, Mrs. Adams gently placed her hand on his arm, shaking her head. "Lucas, I'm sorry if I sound hard, but you a dangerous man, especially to someone with Dara's spirit. I think that you truly care for her, but what you're thinking, don't do it, don't offer her one of your deals to fix this for her. She wouldn't take it for one, and for two, its God's way for the way things have to be. All I can tell you is that if you truly care, find whatever goodness there is in you and let that make your decision where she is concerned."

Lucas jerked his arm out from under her grasp and looked at her venomously. "I don't see where this is any of your business, as you pointed out she's a big girl, who can make her own decisions."

Mrs. Adams nodded her head and sighed. "Yes, you're right, but I tell you this for your own sake, if you're thinking about offering her what I think you are, don't. She'll hate you for it; just allow whatever happens to happen. And please I beg of you, don't hurt her. She is strong but her strength is being tested right now. If you truly care just be a leaning post, very soon she's going to need one." With that she got in the car and left.



Lucas had went back to his office, where he sat at his desk the rest of the day, pondering over Mrs. Adams words. He was contemplating the idea of going to Dara's house to see how she was for himself when he heard a commotion in the outer office.

Selena Coombs sauntered past Ben, ignoring his protests and warnings that Lucas didn't want to be disturbed. Wearing a very tight black-leather mini-skirt and see-thru white blouse, she strolled in and made herself comfortable on the corner of Lucas' desk.

Lucas looked up at her, his irritation rising at her gall. "Something you need, Ms. Coombs?"

Selena, sensing his mood and deciding to tease, answered the question in her low husky tone. "I just came by to congratulate the hero. I assume you were busy last night tending to the maiden fair. That why you didn't come by last night?"

Lucas had decided to end his involvement with Selena, permanently. Seeing the opportunity to accomplish his goal, he allowed her to play her lead to the end of the line, at least as far as he was concerned. "What's the matter darlin, you miss me last night?"

Selena, feeling that she had the upper hand, placed a small pout on her seductive mouth. "You know I did. I think I could almost feel jealous over little snow white here." She emphasized the last of her statement by picking up the newspaper, which told the story of the robbery and assault on Dara, including a photo of Dara supplied by the hospital from her employee files.

Lucas carefully took the paper from Selena and looked into the eyes in the photo, which although showed black and white, were still able to captivate him. He looked at Selena with a maniacal grin. "You feeling jealous over the little lady, darlin?"

Selena, playing along continued pouting, although she was now smiling. "Yeah, I think I am." Bringing her lips towards his mouth to kiss him she felt him grasp her shoulders, as though to return the action.

"Well, you know what?"

Selena looked up at him. "What?" Just as she was a breath away from his lips she heard him state.

"You should."

Selena stopped abruptly, opening her eyes she asked in disbelief. "What did you say?"

Lucas abruptly removed his hands from her shoulders and sat back in his chair, looking at her disbelieving face. "I said, you should feel jealous of her."

Selena stared at him in disbelief. "What do you mean I should feel jealous? I have you in my bed, she doesn't. And I know that she's just too pure to drop into bed with you."

Lucas glanced at her, pathetically. "You mean like a common tramp, like someone I could name?"

Selena reached over and slapped him soundly across the cheek. "You bastard!"

Lucas shook his head in pity. "Come on Selena, you have your fun on the side. I don't love you, and you don't love me. All you love is the sex and power, that's all you've ever loved."

Selena fumed at him in rage. "So what now? Are you going to play house with the little bit....?" Before she could finish her sentence, Lucas grabbed her throat and slammed her against the wall, holding her tightly.

"Let me set you straight on some things, darlin. First of all, as long as you live, don't you ever refer to her like that again. You don't know anything about her, so you have no right to slander her. If I ever hear you talk about her like that again, I'll take that pretty little mouth you prize so highly, and sew it up myself."

Selena squirmed to loosen the hold he had on her throat. "Do you know anything about her to say that she's not one?"

Lucas glared at her daringly. "Yeah, I know that she's a lady, which you'll never be, and a hell of a lot more woman than you're ever going to be. Now get this straight Selena, this is over, not like it was with Judith or Gail or Sabbath. It's totally over. I don't want you and that's the end of it. And by the way, I know how your vicious little tongue and mind work, so get this one totally straight, because believe me, your life depend on it. Don't even think about trying to get even with her, or with me through her. If anything happens, you're the first one I'll pay a visit to. Do we understand each other, Ms. Coombs?"

Selena considered the dangerous glint in his eyes and knew that he was most definitely serious about this woman; there wouldn't be any revenge, or trying to get her out of the way. Lucas was willing to kill for her and Selena valued her neck too much to push the issue on it. Besides, there were other men out there, maybe not as interesting as Lucas Buck, but at least she would live to try and find one.

"I understand you Lucas. I promise, I wont try or do anything."

Releasing her throat and turning towards his desk, Lucas threw over his shoulder as he sat down and picked up the earlier discarded stack of reports, "See that you keep that promise, Selena. I intend to keep mine."

Selena glanced at him sideways as she opened the door and left the office. As she pulled it shut behind her she noticed Ben's look of sympathy. Deciding that she had nothing left to lose, she approached him. "Ben, I know you heard, what is it about her can you tell me?"

Ben looked at Selena, feeling pity for her. "No Selena, I honest to God don't know what it is, she's the sweetest person you would ever want to meet, honest. But exactly what his feeling are for her, I don't know. But, I'll tell you this, whatever they are, their deep and strong."

Selena nodded her head in gratitude for his confidence. "Thanks, Ben."

Ben couldn't just let her leave without trying to give her some type of warning. "Selena, for your own sake, don't do anything. He meant what he said about her. I think he'd fight the devil himself over her, and never even question it."

Selena looked at him sadly. "Ben, where's the point of it? She's won without even fighting, why even bother. Besides, there are more fish in the seas, and I intend to do a lot of fishing." With that she sashayed out the door, leaving Ben shaking his head.

Lucas decided to follow his first course of action as he grabbed his jacket and headed out the door. "Ben, I'm off duty. You need me, page me. Got it?" Ben looked up from the files he was working on. "Sure thing Lucas. By the way, I have something for you." Reaching in his desk, Ben produced an envelope and handed it to Lucas. Curious, he opened it to find some money. Looking at Ben in puzzlement he asked, "What the hell's this for, Ben?" Hoping he wasn't about to bring about another storm from Lucas' temper, answered unsurely. "Well, me and the boys took up a collection to buy Ms. Chambers some flowers. We're all real fond of Caleb, I think you know that, and we appreciate the fact that she deliberately got herself hurt just to keep him from coming to any harm. But, we were wondering if you would take care of the flowers for us, none of us are too good in that department."

Lucas shook his head at his deputy allowing himself a small smile. "I think that's real nice of you boys, Ben. I was just headed for the florist myself, I'll take care of it."

Ben looked up at Lucas surprised by the genial way he accepted the explanation. Lucas Buck was definitely a man full of surprises since that lady came to town, and Ben sincerely hoped that for the two of them, they were good surprises.


Dara was sitting at the desk in her living room going over the monthly bills when the doorbell rang. Setting the ledger aside, she got up to answer the door.

"Who is it?" The voice on the other side replied, "Delivery ma'am."

Opening the door she was surprised to find Lucas Buck standing there, with one arm full of flowers, and one behind his back. Shocked by his appearance, and the remembrance of last night's dream, Dara blushed delicately. Raising an eyebrow in question she inquired, "Let me guess, your second job?"

Lucas smiled at the light tone of her mood. "I never could resist the opportunity to bring a pretty lady some flowers." Handing her the flowers, he explained, "The wildflowers are from the guys at the station, the pink roses are from Caleb and this, " reaching around his back, he produced a stuffed unicorn with red roses attached to the collar, "Is from me."

Dara couldn't help but smile; she had never been so overwhelmed. "Not that I mind, but would you care to tell me why I deserve such special treatment? I've never seen so many flowers, outside of a florist, in my life."

Lucas stepping thru the entryway closed the door and helped her carry the flowers into the kitchen to find vases for them. "We just wanted you to feel better, and to show our appreciation for what you did for Caleb."

Dara couldn't help but be touched by everyone's thoughtfulness. "Thank you, they are beautiful. I especially love the unicorn, how did you know I collect them?" Lucas considered her question for a second, he wasn't sure exactly how he had known, but when he saw the stuffed toy he had known without a doubt that she would love it. "I don't know it just seemed to fit your personality somehow."

Dara, having located the vases needed for the flowers, stood at the center of the kitchen isle cutting the stems and arranging them into the vases. Lucas lounged against the doorframe, taking in eveerthing about her. From her dark-reddish-gold hair, which fell halfway down her back, to her creamy, pale skin. Evan though she wasn't very tall, he noticed that her legs were long for her height and well shaped.

Sensing his gaze on her she turned and smiled at him. "Would you like something to drink?"

Shaking himself mentally from his observations, Lucas smiled as he teased her. "I don't know, how southern are you, how's your iced tea?"

Dara laughed at his question, the sound reminded Lucas of wind chimes. "Originally, Alabama, thank you. And my iced tea is extremely southern, thank you."

Lucas laughed at her exaggeration of her southern accent. "Perfect, I'll take a glass, please."

Pulling two glasses out of the cupboard, Dara poured them both a glass. "Here you are, I hope its sweet enough."

Lucas took a sip, and on impulse sat the glass on the counter, and then grabbed her hand, pulling her to him to wrap his arms around her. "It's just like you are, southern, sweet, and perfect." Then, bending down he gently kissed her.

Dara didn't object to the kiss, but she couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't the first time he had kissed her. Maybe from her dream, but that couldn't be it, that was all it was, just a dream.

Lucas, sensing her beginning unease, ended the kiss. Still holding her in his arms, he apologized. "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have done that, but I've been fighting the temptation of it since I first saw you." Lucas reluctantly released her, searching her face, trying to determine her feelings.

Dara gently placed her hand on his arm. "Please, don't be sorry, I'm very flattered. And I would be lying if I said I minded you kissing me."

Deciding to lighten the mood, Lucas smiled at her and grabbed two of the four vases. "Where would you like theses?"

Dara, taking the cue to change the subject, took one vase, leaving one on the isle, and headed for the living room. Pointing to the piano and entry hall table, indicating where she wished him to deposit the vases, while she sat her own on the coffee table. Taking a seat on the sofa she motioned for him to join her. "Aside from the flowers, I'm assuming that there is something more to this visit?"

Lucas studied her, she was a very straight to the point person, he couldn't picture her skating around anything. Not like Selena or Gail did. "Well, I thought you might be interested in the charges against the Lowder boys.

Dara subconsciously rubbed her still bruised cheek, without realizing she was performing the action. Lucas noting the action became more determined to make Joe Lowder pay for his assault on this woman.

Speaking so softly he wasn't certain he had heard her, she asked him. "What are they? Lucas could tell she was trying desperately hard to be valiant about the situation, but he could also sense the terror the memory brought to the surface for her.

On impulse, he slid closer to her and placed his arm around her shoulder. He felt a stabbing ache in his chest for her when she looked up to meet his gaze and he saw that her eyes were bright with the tears she was holding back. He didn't think it was all centered on her attack, but he willed himself to patience for her to trust in him enough to share her confidence.

Dara dropped her head and primly folded her hands in her lap, staring at them, trying to hide her eyes.

Sensing that she was feeling shame at her show of emotions, Lucas gently placed his finger under her chin, lifting her head so that he could look into her eyes. "You have no reason to feel shame for feeling fright by what happened, or by the need to cry." Pulling her gently towards him with the arm around her shoulder, and with the other, began stroking her hair while rocking her back and forth, trying to comfort her.

Suddenly weary with the effort to keep her emotions inside, Dara did begin to cry. Bringing her hand up to cover her face, she allowed Lucas to pull her to him as she buried her face against his chest, and allowed him to hold her through the storm of emotions.

Lucas could feel her body shaking with the sobs of tears she was now shedding on his chest. Love for her welled within him. Love he never thought he would or could feel for another living thing. Holding her tighter, he continued stroking her hair and rocking her back and forth. "It's all right, cry it out. You have every right, I promise, I'll never let anteing or anyone hurt you, as long as I live."

Dara continued sobbing, not just for the fright from the attack, but for the impotence she felt over not being able to make her mother's condition better. As well as the sense of impending loneliness she knew she would feel at her mother's passing.

All the while, from the doorway, Mrs. Adams stood watching the scene in front of her, unobserved. She watched as Lucas continued holding Dara. She knew the girl needed this, needed it badly. She had been keeping everything in for so long, trying to act normally for her mother's sake, that she had shut her own emotions off, and it was starting to tear at her. She considered the earlier confrontation with Lucas, watching him now, unobserved, tenderly comforting Dara, she realized that something was happening between the two of them, and that maybe, just maybe, Dara would bring out the good in Lucas.

Lucas sensed a change, and realized that she had cried herself to sleep. Gently, so not to wake her, he shifted her body so he could put his arm under her legs. Carefully, he lifted her in his arms and allowed her head to lie against his shoulder, as he carried her to her bedroom. He laid her on the bed, then, pulled the curtains and placed a cover over her.

He stood looking down at her sleeping face, relaxed as she was now even with the shadows of her tears, she was beautiful. Bending down, he carefully pushed the stray curls away from her face, then, tenderly kissed her on her lips.

Sensing that someone else was there, he turned to find Mrs. Adams watching him. Rising to his full height, he turned and bestowed an evil grin on the older woman. "What, afraid I'll steal the maiden fair's soul?"

Mrs. Adams looked at him knowingly. "You love her a great deal, don't you?"

Lucas glared at her for a moment, then, changed to an entreating look. "Yes Mrs. A, I do. If I had any decency left in me at all I'd turn away from her now and leave her alone. But I can't, you want honesty? I want to marry her."

At the look of shock on her face Lucas sadly smiled. "And for your peace of mind I'll tell you now, her alone without benefit of sharing my attention and affection with any other woman, including Selena Coombs. I don't want her soul, I don't want to corrupt her, I just want her love and to love her. I didn't think I had a heart, until I saw her. You said you wanted to see my humbled, well now you have."

Mrs. Adams nodded at him sympathetically. "Thank you for your honest, but a word of caution. Don't rush her, especially right now, and before you ask, it's not my place to tell you what the sorrow in her is. Don't be surprised if she doesn't. It isn't that she doesn't trust she resents pity. All I can tell you is that you'll know when she needs you. Just be there for her, and please don't hurt her. She isn't like the others, Lucas, she has a strong, but very fragile spirit."

Lucas looked at the woman with a new appreciation, and realizing her statement asked her; "Then I have your blessing?"

She shrugged her shoulders as she stated sincerely. "It isn't mine to give, but for what it is worth, I believe you, and yes, as long as you swear to cherish her and lover her, you have it."

Lucas walked over and carefully placed a kiss on the woman's cheek. "Thank you." Then, he walked out the front door.

Mrs. Adams looked down at Dara, resting. "I think Dara, that where Lucas Buck is concerned, you're the answer to not only his, but Trinity's prayers as well." With that she quietly pulled the door to.



Dara slept the clock around waking long enough to eat and take a quick shower as well as to put on a nightgown.

As with the night before, Dara fell asleep when her head hit the pillow. And as with the night before, she again dreamed. She was standing on the pier, again feeling the breeze, this time as she was enjoying the coolness, she felt to very strong arms go around her and pull her close to him.

She could feel his mouth on her neck, teasing and nibbling. She turned around and searched his eyes. Without speaking he slowly, tenderly began kissing her, deepening the kiss by degrees. When he ended the kiss, he bent down and lifted her in his strong arms. Walking a short distance, he laid her on the ground beneath the tree.

"What do you want of me?"

Lucas looked at her longingly. "I want your love, I want you." Dara looked at him sadly. "I cant."

The man of her dreams looked at her with naked pain in his eyes, which quickly turned to cold anger. "I could make you fall in love with me, you know that don't you?"

Dara glanced at him in confusion. "You can't make me do something that I have already done."

The anger in Lucas eyes was replaced with sadness. "Then why can't you? I love you and you just admitted you love me, so why?"

Dara gently placed her hand along his cheek. "At the moment I have to travel this path alone. I wish it were otherwise, but it's not. All I can ask from you is patience and understanding."

Lucas, savoring the feel of her touch against his face opened his eyes to look into hers. "I'll wait eternity if I need to, but you're wrong, you're not alone anymore and as long as I live you never will be again."

At that moment, Dara awoke from the dream she had just had. Reaching her hand to her face she found her cheek dampened by the tears she had unknowingly shed.

Outside, Lucas stood looking towards her window. He now knew that he would have to have patience in order to overcome her fear and sadness. But her also knew that she loved him as well, and that would make the prize that much more worth the winning.