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Authors: Cara North
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my mother ... you can have anyone."
"Anyone but you.” When he pulled back, she watched a tear stream down his cheek. He ignored it and swallowed hard. She didn't know what to do. It was like watching a mountain crumble. To know she had done that to him...
"Heath. You have to forgive me. I'm begging you,” she said between sobs. “Please."
"Come on. Let's go home.” He sniffed and stood. He pulled her to her feet and then guided them both back to the truck. “His name?"
"Who's name?” She sobbed as she crawled into the truck, Heath's hands guiding her.
"Chance.” It was a warning.
"Roy Booker.” She wiped at her face and avoided her reflection in the rearview mirror. She started to slide across to the passenger side, but his hand on her thigh stopped her.
"Just ... sit here.” And she did. They drove back to the house in silence. More silence greeted them as they walked into the kitchen. Only the rattle of his keys on the countertop and the flicking of light switches traveled on the air.
"Man, I'm beat.” He stretched and headed to the refrigerator.
She stared at his large broad back. She wasn't sure what to do really. She had no idea where she stood in his life at that moment, but she was standing there in his kitchen. “Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, but..."
"I'll make something.” The world lifted off of her shoulders, and the relief of doing something familiar, something she was good at, eased the mood. She walked over and nudged him out of her way, so she could see what he had to work with. She frowned, not a lot. “Hmmm, I can make steak and eggs. You like that."
"You don't have to.” She detected the hopeful tone in his voice.
"Go take a shower and relax. I'll be done in no time.” She patted him on his chest. The touch was as soothing to her as it seemed to be for him. His frown lifted, and his shoulders relaxed. He dealt with a lot in the last couple days. “Go on."
"Thank you.” He grabbed her hand and held it there over his heart. The flood of emotions racked her through and through. Could he possibly still love her? Even after all he now knew? So much emotion passed between them in one instant it was hard to tell.
He let go and headed off to the bedroom. She grabbed the defrosted steak and carton of eggs and sat them on the counter. When she knew he was out of sight and hearing distance, she sank against the cold hard refrigerator door and held herself. “You are not going to screw this up again, girl. That man was the only good thing you ever had, and you ruined him, but that was then."
She stood upright, ran a paper towel under the water faucet, and wiped her face. There was no makeup left. She looked at her reflection in the window above the sink. She could see the barn, the fields, and the great Montana sky. Farther away she could see the porch light on at Jack's house. To the right about the same distance she could see a light on inside Jan's. Rafe's house was on the same side as Heath's, so she couldn't see it, but she knew it was there. She knew he was probably in it. And she knew for damn sure this was where she belonged. This was always where she belonged. “This is now, Chance. Live up to your name, girl, take one."
* * * *
Heath stood under the shower and let the tears fall. He hadn't cried since he was a child, but he had lost a child, and that hurt like hell. It cut him bone deep and bled him dry. If he ever doubted her strength, he knew now she was definitely the stronger of the two. She survived so much as a child, then as a young woman, and even as his wife. He scrubbed his face and tried to figure out where he went wrong. What did he do to make her not trust him? She did plenty to sow that seed in his mind; though looking back he could see now, it was her way of keeping him emotionally distant.
She could control him with jealousy or his damn pride. All those years she was taking off for months even years at a time he thought she was just sowing wild oats. Instead,
"Anyone but you.” When he pulled back, she watched a tear stream down his cheek. He ignored it and swallowed hard. She didn't know what to do. It was like watching a mountain crumble. To know she had done that to him...
"Heath. You have to forgive me. I'm begging you,” she said between sobs. “Please."
"Come on. Let's go home.” He sniffed and stood. He pulled her to her feet and then guided them both back to the truck. “His name?"
"Who's name?” She sobbed as she crawled into the truck, Heath's hands guiding her.
"Chance.” It was a warning.
"Roy Booker.” She wiped at her face and avoided her reflection in the rearview mirror. She started to slide across to the passenger side, but his hand on her thigh stopped her.
"Just ... sit here.” And she did. They drove back to the house in silence. More silence greeted them as they walked into the kitchen. Only the rattle of his keys on the countertop and the flicking of light switches traveled on the air.
"Man, I'm beat.” He stretched and headed to the refrigerator.
She stared at his large broad back. She wasn't sure what to do really. She had no idea where she stood in his life at that moment, but she was standing there in his kitchen. “Are you hungry?"
"Yeah, but..."
"I'll make something.” The world lifted off of her shoulders, and the relief of doing something familiar, something she was good at, eased the mood. She walked over and nudged him out of her way, so she could see what he had to work with. She frowned, not a lot. “Hmmm, I can make steak and eggs. You like that."
"You don't have to.” She detected the hopeful tone in his voice.
"Go take a shower and relax. I'll be done in no time.” She patted him on his chest. The touch was as soothing to her as it seemed to be for him. His frown lifted, and his shoulders relaxed. He dealt with a lot in the last couple days. “Go on."
"Thank you.” He grabbed her hand and held it there over his heart. The flood of emotions racked her through and through. Could he possibly still love her? Even after all he now knew? So much emotion passed between them in one instant it was hard to tell.
He let go and headed off to the bedroom. She grabbed the defrosted steak and carton of eggs and sat them on the counter. When she knew he was out of sight and hearing distance, she sank against the cold hard refrigerator door and held herself. “You are not going to screw this up again, girl. That man was the only good thing you ever had, and you ruined him, but that was then."
She stood upright, ran a paper towel under the water faucet, and wiped her face. There was no makeup left. She looked at her reflection in the window above the sink. She could see the barn, the fields, and the great Montana sky. Farther away she could see the porch light on at Jack's house. To the right about the same distance she could see a light on inside Jan's. Rafe's house was on the same side as Heath's, so she couldn't see it, but she knew it was there. She knew he was probably in it. And she knew for damn sure this was where she belonged. This was always where she belonged. “This is now, Chance. Live up to your name, girl, take one."
* * * *
Heath stood under the shower and let the tears fall. He hadn't cried since he was a child, but he had lost a child, and that hurt like hell. It cut him bone deep and bled him dry. If he ever doubted her strength, he knew now she was definitely the stronger of the two. She survived so much as a child, then as a young woman, and even as his wife. He scrubbed his face and tried to figure out where he went wrong. What did he do to make her not trust him? She did plenty to sow that seed in his mind; though looking back he could see now, it was her way of keeping him emotionally distant.
She could control him with jealousy or his damn pride. All those years she was taking off for months even years at a time he thought she was just sowing wild oats. Instead,
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