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and pulled her into her arms. Jess jerked in the chair, then
her arms went around her friend and they hugged tightly, both of
them crying.
     
    Oh Lord, Wade thought, now he had two
emotional women to deal with, and he knew he was in for a long
night. He didn't know what to do with one, much less two. When he
walked up to them, he stood back and kept quiet, figuring that was
the best thing he could do to avoid more drama. It didn't help
though, because when Jess noticed him standing there, she narrowed
her eyes and hissed, "What the hell are you doing back here?"
     
    "We have things to talk about..." he said
firmly, because talking about his daughter with this woman was not
something he was going to delay, broken ankle or not.
     
    Jazzie sobbed again, then told her friend
with tears tracking through the white dust on her face making a
paste of it, "He tricked me, Jess...he knows about Angel."
     
    Jess grabbed the handles on the wheelchair
and shot to her feet then yelled, " What?!?! " The wheelchair
shot out behind her and her arms flailed.
     
    Wade caught her right when she was falling
backward, and swung her into his arms. "Calm down, Jess...it'll be
okay...let's just get out of here, so we can talk," he said calmly,
because she was hysterical, sobbing, dry heaving and
hyperventilating all at the same time. He whispered near her ear,
"Shhh...I want to meet our daughter, don't be upset, I'm happy
about it," then kissed her hair.
     
    Sucking in gulping breaths she told him,
"She's my d-dd-daughter..."
     
    Wade's body tensed, but he wasn't going to
let her goad him into losing control. If he argued with her, he
wouldn't get to see his baby, and that's probably what she wanted.
He needed to stay calm, so he could calm these two women down...and
so he could talk sensibly to Jess. Beau was right, they needed to
act like mature adults.
     
    Jazzie picked up the crutches beside the
wheelchair, and walked to the back door of the truck then threw the
crutches on the floor, "Put her in the back, so she can lay down,"
she ordered and he stepped off the curb to do just that when she
moved aside.
     
    After he laid her gently on the seat, Jess
curled into a fetal position and her body shook, as she silently
cried as if her world had just come to an end. Wade's heart
clutched and he was tempted to pull her back into to his arms to
comfort her, but he didn't, he sucked in a deep breath then softly
closed the door and then went around to get inside.
     
    After Jazzie got inside and put on her
seatbelt, he looked over at her and asked, "What hotel are you
staying in?"
     
    "Motel...the Overnight Inn off of 148, south
of town," she told him. "It's a dump, but the best we could
afford."
    Wade flinched, because he knew that hotel,
had passed it on the way to Henrietta numerous times, and it looked
like rent-by-the-hour place. He didn't say anything else for a
while, until he heard soft snores coming from the back seat, and he
turned on the radio low, figuring he'd take the opportunity to get
some answers from Jazzie, if she was willing to talk.
     
    "Why is money so tight?" Wade asked her what
he'd been wondering, since Jess had been worried about losing her
boots, because they'd have to cut them off at the hospital.
     
    Jazzie snorted, folded her arms, then told
him belligerently, "You try to pay for diapers and formula,
traveling expenses for six people, then ask that question."
     
    "I thought you guys had a big contract
pending the last time you were in Bowie, that's what Cassie said
anyway...what happened?"
     
    "Jess couldn't travel like that pregnant, so
she didn't sign. We laid low in Dallas, until she had Angel, and
she cut some demos."
     
    "Couldn't she just call them now and sign?"
Wade asked wondering why she hadn't.
     
    "It doesn't work that way in the music
business...they make an offer and if you don't sign, they move on
to the next greatest thing. Travis is starting from scratch trying
to get some interest stirred