Saved By The Baby
Saved By The Baby
Linda Goodnight
Not just my daughter, Tate. Our daughter.
Our daughter? He blinked, uncomprehending. What are you talking about?
When I left here nearly ten years ago, I was carrying your baby.
A daughter? Tate felt as if hed been sucker-punched. I have a little girl? He dropped back into the chair and sat there, too shocked to speak.
Taking a deep breath, he thrust a hand over the tips of his hair, sliding the fingers to the back of his head where he held on, trying to keep from losing his mind.
He had a little girl.
A dozen questions crowded his mind.
Why? Why hadnt Julee told him?
And why was she telling him now?
Dear Reader,
Here is an acronym that explains why you should not miss the opportunity to enjoy four new love stories from Silhouette Romance so close to Valentines Day:
L is for the last title in Silhouette Romances delightful MARRYING THE BOSSS DAUGHTER six-book continuity. So far, Emily Winters has thwarted her fathers attempts to marry her off. But has Daddys little girl finally met her matrimonial match? Find out in One Bachelor To Go (#1706) by Nicole Burnham.
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E is for the emotion youll feel as you read Saved by the Baby (#1709) by Linda Goodnight. In this heartwarming story, a desperate young mothers quest to save her daughters life leads her back to the childs father, her first and only love.
Read all four of these fabulous stories. I guarantee theyll get you in the mood for l-o-v-e!
Mavis C. Allen
Associate Senior Editor
Saved by the Baby
Linda Goodnight
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to Samuel Barker.
May you have a long and blessed life. You are my hero.
Books by Linda Goodnight
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For Her Child #1569
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Saved by the Baby #1709
LINDA GOODNIGHT
A romantic at heart, Linda Goodnight believes in the traditional values of family and home. Writing books enables her to share her certainty that, with faith and perseverance, love can last forever and happy endings really are possible.
A native of Oklahoma, Linda lives in the country with her husband, Gene, and Mugsy, an adorably obnoxious rat terrier. She and Gene have a blended family of six grown children. An elementary school teacher, she is also a licensed nurse. When time permits, Linda loves to read, watch football and rodeo and indulge in chocolate. She also enjoys taking long, calorie-burning walks in the nearby woods. Readers can write to her at linda@lindagoodnight.com.
Dear Reader,
If ever I wrote a book of my heart, you are holding it in your hands. Immediately after I conceived the idea of a mothers desperate search for a bone marrow donor for her child, my daughter introduced me via e-mail to a family who was fighting the same battle to save their son.
With amazing generosity and sometimes painful honesty, Samuels family shared hisand theirstruggle. They relayed Sams journey through e-mail updates and heartrending photographs, believing that through the telling, listeners would be moved to give the precious gift of bone marrow so that other children might have a chance at life.
You cant imagine the times Ive wept during the writing of this book, knowing that countless real children, like Samuel, fight a daily battle for survival. Nor can you imagine how humbled I am by the faith and courage of Sam and his amazing family. In fiction, I have the ability to be sure everything turns out all right. In real life, this is not always the case. Samuels recovery has not been easy, but I am thankful to report that at one year post-transplant, he continues to improve.
I hope you are touched and entertained by Saved by the Baby. Should you like more information about bone marrow donations visit www.marrow.org or contact your area blood bank.
With best wishes,
Contents
Chapter One (#u0b5cc177-6c8f-5d66-921b-07ad5bd7a304)
Chapter Two (#uc7b4666a-f698-5a4d-9483-a048942b0434)
Chapter Three (#u77f8d10d-7774-5aa2-a78e-1571f653b7c4)
Chapter Four (#u289b96b3-5c62-5f81-a2a6-5074a8a220ad)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Seven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
I got five bucks and a bottle of Bud that says she wont stick around two days.
Jeet Hammond lounged a fat elbow on the counter of Harpers Doughnut Shop and pointed his coffee cup at the long-legged brunette sashaying past the picture window. Disinterested, Sheriff Tate McIntyre watched the woman flick in and out of view between the signs plastering the plate glass. He hadnt a clue who his deputy was talking about and he didnt care. Tate had neither the time nor the heart to worry about females.
With a good-natured grin he reminded his deputy of what everyone in the county already knew. No betting on beer, Jeet. You know I dont drink. Few people understood the reasons why.
I know, I know, and you dont gamble, either. Jeets fleshy face wrinkled in mischief. But I still do.
Tate laughed and pushed back the remains of Clare Harpers almost-famous pecan pie. Then the serendipitous Oklahoma wind teased the womans shapely legs, lifting the edges of a blue-flowered skirt ever so slightly, and he realized who she was. Suddenly, the pecan pie felt as heavy on his stomach as a watermelon. He hadnt known she was back in town.
Jeet, his head tilted in a comical leer, stared at the billowing skirt and chanted prayerfully, Higher, higher. Dang, but she has the prettiest legs I ever seen. No wonder them fancy folks out West pay money to take pictures of em.
If your wife heard you talking about beer and some womans legs at the same time youd be sleeping in my spare room again.
Jeet had the grace to look guilty, though he continued to follow the brunettes progress until she was out of sight.
You got that right. He sighed blissfully. But Tate, old buddy, even a tough case like you has to be affected when Julianna Reynolds shows up in Blackwood after all this time.
Tate shifted uncomfortably and concentrated on his warm, sweet coffee. He was affected all right, but not in the way Jeet had in mind. Ten years ago when Julee had walked away from him on those gorgeous gams shed taken something hed never gotten backhis last twenty dollars and a sizable chunk of his heart. He didnt intend that anyone would ever hurt him that way again.
If she was so successful, how come we never seen no pictures of her? Jeet craned his head toward the window.
Shes a leg model, Jeet. Its hard to recognize a person by her legs.
He didnt add that hed recognized Julee every time hed seen those long perfect legs in a commercial or a magazine. If he thought about it, he could still feel the smooth silk of her skin against his. But he darn sure wasnt going to think about it. Not now. Not ever.
Some folks said it was her in that movie last year about the ballet dancer.
Yeah, I heard that.
Man, that billboard out by the interstate almost made me run off the road the first time I seen it. I bet that was her.
It was Julee, all right. Tate had driven out to that billboard and set up a drivers license check right next to it. Sat up there half the night staring at those legs, writing tickets, and reliving the one memory that haunted him.
A scalding sip of coffee washed down the bitterness that rose every time Tate remembered the woman hed loved enough to die for. He hadnt been good enough for her. Hed known it then and he knew it now. She deserved a better life, and theyd both known an illegitimate mixed-blood troublemaker from the wrong side of the tracks couldnt give it to her. With an annoyed grunt, he clanged the white mug onto the saucer.
Tossing several bills on the table, Tate rose. Come on, Jeet. Lunch is over and weve got plenty of work to do.
His portly deputy scraped back from the table, hitched up droopy pants, and followed. Wonder what shes doing here after all this time.
Thats what Tate was wondering, too.
Julianna Reynolds was on a mission.
With a purposeful swing of her famous legs, she strode down the sunny main street toward the Blackwood Municipal Building. With every step nearer the man who held her whole world in his hands, Julianna fretted. He was married, happy, successful. Shed planned never to interfere in the life hed chosen, but desperate times meant desperate measures. Somehow shed get his cooperation without ever revealing the real reason for her sudden reappearance in Blackwood. She owed him that much.
The huge clock on the grounds of Evans Funeral Home read a little past noon. She blanched at the grim reminder of death, the terrible vulture hovering over her day and night. Death was her enemy, creeping forward with each passing moment. Only the grace of God and modern technology held the monster at bay for now.
The warm spring breeze stirred the scent of tulips in the brick planters on each side of the tall courthouse steps. Without pausing to admire their beauty, Julianna opened the heavy double doors and entered the cool, dim interior.
Megan, her only child, the light of her life, her reason for living, was dying. Only a bone-marrow transplant could save her, and after several weeks of searching and testing, no donor match had been found. So, Julianna had done what shed sworn never to do. Shed packed a bag and come back to Blackwood to find Megans father. Shed come home to find Tate McIntyre.
No one sat at the reception desk outside the wooden door marked Seminole County Sheriff. Julianna paused, gathering courage to open the door. Throat dry as cotton, her confidence waned. What if he refused? What if this plan to save Megan failed? Drawing a deep breath to calm her trembling insides, she turned the knob to Tates office.
The door was locked. Shoulders sagging in disappointment, she leaned her forehead on the cool brass plate bearing Tates name. If she hadnt already cried enough tears to fill a football stadium, shed have broken down.
Looking for someone?
At the deep, gravelly voice, Julianna jerked her shoulders back to flawless posture and whipped around. Tate McIntyre, older, bigger, and far more handsome than she remembered stood a mere three feet away.
Her heart did a foolish jitterbug that she chalked up to nerves. She was scared silly, not attracted, though any female alive would notice this tall, dark lawman.
Wearing a shuttered expression above a crisply pressed uniform shirt, creased blue jeans and brown boots, he was still Tate, but with tantalizing changes. Lean and tough looking, he brought to mind a marine. The tall, anvilshaped body that had made him a top football recruit filled out the sheriffs shirt to perfection, the olive color emphasizing his mocha skin and green eyes. His brown-black hair was shorter, the almost military cut highlighting the high cheekbones of his Native heritage. Juliannas stomach dipped. The handsome boy had become a stunning man. A man who had chosen another woman over her.
From somewhere in the building came the static of a police radio. Tate cocked his head to listen, not taking his eyes off her for a minute.
Shed wondered about him many times over the years, but nothing had prepared her for this moment. Her ears rang and blood pulsed at her temples. Some deeply buried emotion threatened to rear its head as she took in the man shed once loved with all the teenage passion possible. She fought it back. Tate was the past, and she was here for Megan. Only for Megan.
Suddenly short of breath, Tate stared at the tall, willowy brunette with a death grip on his office doorknob. Julee Reynolds was not only back in town, she was standing outside his office, looking up at him with anxious blue eyes that threatened to undermine his resolve never to get emotionally involved with a woman again.
With steely control, he drew some air into his tortured lungs. Shed always been beautiful to him, even when the other guys had called her Olive Oyl and Toothpick, but years of working in an industry where beauty is carefully cultivated had enhanced her natural assets. He didnt want to notice, didnt want to feel a thing in her presence, but he did.
Hello, Tate.
She extended a handa long, manicured hand with those fancy fake nails women liked. Fool that he was, he wrapped his fingers around hers. The jolt of awareness from her skin to his was as powerful as the stun gun theyd zapped him with in the police academy. She was warm and soft andcriminy, she was Julee, the woman whod taken his heart to L.A. and never sent it back. Thats why he couldnt breathe, couldnt talk. Heck, he couldnt even think.
Like his father, Julee had been relegated to a mental file marked unsolvable case so he could move on with his life. Maybe thats why seeing her affected him so strongly and brought back an avalanche of unwanted feelings. Time and hard work had distanced him from most of the pain in his past, but nothing had ever filled the void Julianna had left when shed stepped on that old Greyhound bus and ridden away.
Hed known she had to give the modeling world a shot, had wanted that for her. She and her mom had already lost their house and were barely holding things together. He just hadnt realized it would hurt so much when she never came back, especially after his career-ending injury. Eventually, pain turned to resentment and resentment to bitterness. Shed proved him right. He wasnt worth her coming back to. Hed fallen into a black hole after she left and nearly destroyed himself. Since then, hed kept his heart locked away, taking care not to risk that kind of rejection ever again.
If he had a lick of sense, hed find out what she wanted and send her back to L.A.ASAP.
How are you? Her voice was that smooth honeyed alto that had once sent his teenage libido into overdrive. Just talking to her on the phone had been a sexual fantasy. Sexiest voice, sexiest legs, sweetest girl on the planet.
He slammed the cover on that file so fast his brain ached.
Doing good. Yourself? He willed himself to release her hand, then reached around her and unlocked his office so they could go in. Lord knew he needed to sit down and get a grip.
Standing aside, he let her enter first, catching the subtle drift of some designer perfume. He couldnt name it. Never was good at that sort of thing, though he could sniff out a meth lab or a drunk driver with his eyes closed.
Its been a long time, she said, her blue gaze drifting around the old, narrow office that hed worked so hard to gain. His desk, always a cluttered mess, looked even more so today. The air-conditioning wheezed and rattled and little dust wads flapped in the vent. To her big-city eyes, accustomed to the best, he supposed this place looked and smelled like a musty hole in the wall.
A very long time, he repeated, glancing at the calendar on his desk. Nine years, seven months and thirteen days, to be exact. The date shed left him was a permanent scar on his heart, like a bad tattoo that no amount of surgery could remove. I heard you did all right for yourself.
You heard?
He shrugged, not willing to let her know how hed scrounged for every drop of information, praying shed make it big then praying she wouldnt. Hed even fantasized about her coming back, broke and lonely. In his dreams, hed been the man she needed, the only one who could help her. Hed been a dumb kid then whod believed in the impossible.
Tate shifted the weight off his bad knee. Weather must be changing for the old injury to act up this much. Or maybe it was the eighteen-hour day hed spent on duty, half of it on his feet, searching the lake woods for a lost child. But Tate had no complaints. Hed felt like a million bucks when hed placed the boy in his tearful parents arms.
He knew his stance had given him away when Julees gaze came back to him, drifting down his body to rest at his aching knee. Though her attention was purely curious, Tates body grew warmer than the April weather dictated.
I never did get a chance to tell you how sorry I was about your knee injury. Does it still bother you?
So she had known. And never even called. Apparently, she hadnt given him another thought once she hit the big city.
Sometimes, he admitted gruffly. Nearly ten years had passed. Why was she bringing it up now?
Julee touched his arm lightly, but enough that the electric shock of her touch still made his insides quiver. Not just physical wanting, though she had that power, too, but emotional need so intense he wanted to collapse at her glamorous feet. After all this time, he was still a fool.
I always hated what happened to you.
If shed cared so much, why hadnt she come home? Why hadnt she been the one to see him through those black days? Why had she left him alone to drown in alcohol and self-pity and to marry the first woman who would tolerate both?
That was a long time ago. He stepped back from the subtle lure of her perfume, placing the desk between the two of them. It all happened a long time ago.
Theyd been so young, thinking they could have it all. Julee would be a famous model. Hed play pro football. Then theyd find their way back to each other. Trouble was, her dream came true about the same time his died on the ten-yard line with three minutes to go in the first half of the season opener.
Hed fallen into the black abyss of anger and alcohol, too proud to call her, but furious when she didnt call him. Then Shelly had come along, sweet and sympathetic, willing to tolerate his drunken rages and self-pity. Shed been his anchor during a time when hed wanted to die. Out of some alcohol-distorted sense of gratitude, and because he needed to believe someone cared, hed married her after less than a month.
Tate squeezed his eyes shut and blotted out the memories. Too much time had passed to go there now. So. What brings you back to Blackwood?
And how soon will you be on the next flight out?
Some emotion stirred behind her beautiful blue eyes. What was it? Nerves? Anxiety?
Squinting in thought, he studied the intense set of her jaw, the shadows above her elegant cheekbones. Thats when he knew. Julianna was afraid.
The loose rollers on his chair clattered against the brown tile as he pulled it away from the desk. One hand on the nubby gray backrest, he waited, cop instinct on alert.
What was she afraid of? And what on Gods green earth could it have to do with the hometown shed abandoned years ago? Better question, what did it have to do with him?
Mind if I sit down? she asked. Tate tried to ignore the tingle in his gut whenever her lips moved. I have some important business to discuss with you.
Fighting the need to protect her from whatever demon chased her, and the greater need to protect himself from her, Tate indicated the green vinyl-covered chair across from his desk, then settled into his own. Immediately, he wished he hadnt. Julee sat, crossing her long beautiful legs directly in his line of vision. His chest tightened. Sitting upright, he steepled his hands beneath his chin to block the view. He had to get her out of this office.
Business? Curiosity got the best of him. What kind of business could bring Julianna Reynolds back to Blackwood?
When she leaned forward, expression earnest, her silky blue blouse gapped slightly, affording him an unwanted glance of creamy skin. Infuriatingly, his body reacted. She was sexy, vulnerable and beautiful, a combination that spelled danger for any man but was deadly for him. She was big city and he was small town. She was rich and he was a working stiff. And she was, as her mother had once said, too good for that McIntyre boy.
Criminy! Why he was thinking this way? He didnt know this woman. Hadnt known her for years. All they had was the past, and that was better left alone.
The phone emitted a soft buzz, and he barely held back a curse. He was too busy to worry over Julianna Reynolds, and the sooner he found out what she wanted, the sooner shed be gone and hed be safe from thinking too much.
Holding up one finger of his left hand in a wait-a-minute gesture, he punched a button with the right. Yeah?
His receptionists voice came out of the speakerphone. Mrs. Barkley needs you to drive by her place. Shes sure the Peeping Tom is back.
Taking out his annoyance on the receptionist, he growled, Where have you been?
Even Rita the Magnificent has a bladder, Tate. Dont get your tail in a twitch.
He glanced at Julee, saw her struggling with a grin, and was relieved when she rose and starting roaming the room. He swiveled sideways to avoid watching the swish of her blue skirt against silken thighs.
Having Julee in his office was bad enough without the hired help humiliating him. Smart-aleck receptionist. But he knew better than to cross Rita the Magnificent. She was a lot more than a receptionist, and he couldnt manage without her. Tell Mrs. Barkley Ill be there as quick as I can.
Oh, she said theres no big hurry. And she wants to know if youll stop by the store and get Penelope some cat food before you come out.
Tate gave in to a grudging grin. Hed investigated her Peeping Tom four times in as many months. Poor old Mrs. Barkley. Anything for a little company. He wondered what kind of cake shed baked this time and hoped hed have time to eat a piece of it while she entertained him on the piano.
No problem.
From the corner of his eye he could see Julee surveying the row of framed certificates and citations hanging around his small, cluttered office. He hoped she wouldnt miss the college diploma. Shed had success handed to her on a silver platter, but hed worked plenty hard for his.
As he started to disconnect, Rita spoke again. Dont forget you need to be back in time for Little League practice.
Anything else?
I left the list on your desk. A meeting with the county commissioner at four, the task force tomorrow morning, Marthas birthday party and the slave auction at the high school
Hold on. He scrounged around in the enormous stack of folders and papers. The list lay in plain sight beneath a snow globe paperweight that Jacob, his seven-year-old buddy from the Big Brother program, had given him last Christmas.
I found it. He stuck the list in his shirt pocket and shut off the receptionists disembodied voice.
Julees blue gaze, wide with curiosity, drifted back to him. You are a busy man.
Goes with the job. So if you dont mind He let the words trail off hoping shed take the ball and run with it. Her visit was starting to get under his skin.
Before she lost her nerve, Julianna settled back into the green chair and plunged into the story shed rehearsed for days.
Ive come home to Seminole County to do some charity work. You know. One of those celebrity things that are good for an income tax break.
She blasted him with a hundred-watt smile as fake as the words shed spoken. Shed never done a celebrity thing in her life. Though shed worked tirelessly to increase bone-marrow donors and had even headed a previous drive, celebrity had nothing to do with it. Outside the modeling industry and this small town she had no celebrity status, but Julianna prayed Tate wouldnt know that. Finding cures for sick children had simply become her passion.
Tate arched an eyebrow. Stacking his hands behind his head, he tilted back in his rather bedraggled roller chair. What could that possibly have to do with me?
Julee crossed her arms over her middle. She hadnt expected a red-carpet welcome after all these years, but his cool appraisal turned her butterflies into swarming buzzards.
Behind him, through the window, Julianna vaguely comprehended the ebb and flow of light traffic out on the street. A single horn honked. Car doors slammed. The quiet, unhurried normalcy of everyday life in a small town soothed her.
Normalcya condition she could hardly recollect. For a while three years ago, life had almost been normal. Theyd been sure Megan had been cured by the chemotherapy treatments.
Then had come the frightening news two months ago that Megans leukemia cells had reappeared, throwing her into the desperate search for a bone-marrow donor, the only hope of cure now that chemo had failed to permanently destroy the disease. Until now they hadnt even considered this last-ditch, drastic kind of treatment. For the first time Julee had no choice but to involve Tate. Megan was in a second drug-induced remission, but the doctors said it was only a matter of time until the cells began to multiply again. How much time, no one could say.
Not one day since then had they lived a moment without fear. Megan, her beautiful nine-year-old daughter, deserved a normal life, and so did dozens of other children awaiting a bone-marrow transplant.
If she could get Tate to donate blood without him knowing about Megan, everyone would be better offMegan, Tate and his wife. No wife, however devoted, wanted the shock of discovering her husband had an unknown child by his first love. Plenty of reasons to face Tates chilly regard.
Leaning her elbows on a pile of official-looking documents Julianna locked eyes with the man who held Megans fate. The air conditioner thumped to life, but even the cool blast of air couldnt counter the tingle of sweat prickling the back of her neck.
Im involved with increasing the number of minority donors for the bone-marrow transplant database. Since my hometown happens to be the tribal capital of the Seminole Indians, I thought this would be a good place to start.
The chair rollers clattered to the floor. Tate frowned at her, puzzled, but clearly intrigued. The chatty clerk at the motel had been telling the truth; Sheriff McIntyre was a sucker for a good cause.
Bone-marrow donation?
People wouldnt necessarily be donating their bone marrow. At first, theres just a blood test and the donor information is put into the data bank. Then if someone needs a transplant, doctors can access the data bank for a suitable match.
I thought relatives usually donated bone marrow.
Julees pulse kicked up a notch, the falsely chipper smile tightening. Thats the ideal situation, but sometimes family members dont match. Like me.
In a deliberate attempt to calm her fraying nerves, Julee picked up the paperweight from Tates desk and rolled it between her hands, watching snow drift over the pair of baying hounds. Was it her imagination, or could she still detect the warmth of Tates skin? Oddly, the thought calmed her.
Any reason why youre targeting minorities?
Oh, yes, the most important reason in the world. Their daughter had Tates Seminole heritage and the genetic types that went with it.
Minorities have a very limited donor system, so the chances of finding a match are almost nil. And because their population is small, we need all the donors we can get.
We?
She shrugged, but her grip on the paperweight was tight enough to turn her knuckles white. Shed done fine without this man for nearly ten years. She had no desire to disrupt her life or his any more than necessary, but Tates cooperation could save Megans life. Ive been working with the bone-marrow registry for a while. Too many kids die who could be saved by somebody if only that someone had his blood type on file.
Her heart had been broken a dozen times as beautiful children she and Megan had come to know had withered away while waiting for a transplant. Minority children especially lacked hope. Somehow, she had to change that.
Why come to me? Why not go to the hospital or the Chamber of Commerce?
I have. The hospital administrator thinks its a great opportunity for PR. The bone-marrow people will send a mobile unit, the Saturn Company has signed on to sponsor, and well accept regular blood donations, too, to help with expenses.
He tilted back in his chair again, eyebrows knit in thought. Bright sunlight slanted in through the window behind him and gleamed off his almost-black hair. He picked up a pen and rotated it between his fingers. Let me ask that again. Why come to me?
Im lining up all the community and civic leaders. The mayor, the school administration, fire chief, etc. Since Im especially interested in bringing the Seminoles on board, your influence At Tates thunderous expression, Julee clapped her lips together. Shed thought he was warming to the idea, but now the cold, shuttered expression returned.
Youll have to go to the BIA or tribal chiefs if you want the Seminoles. Dont expect me to get involved.
Her heart fell. But I thought
You thought what, Julee? That you could march in here and pretend ten years hadnt passed? That Id ignore the law-enforcement needs of this county to run around drumming up business for your tax break?
No! Thats not what I thought at all. Where had she gone wrong? As I said, youre the sheriff, you have a certain clout that could be used
Used? No thanks. Been there, done that.
Julee squeezed her hands into fists, the long nails digging at her skin. She wanted to scream, to cry, to grab Tate and make him listen. Everything was coming out all wrong.
Thats not what I meant!
With a loud exhale, Tate held out a palm, peacemaker style. Look, Julee, I dont mean to be a hard case about this, but there are plenty of others to help with this cause of yours. I really am awfully busy, and given our history, Id expect to be the last man on earth youd come to.
Their history was exactly why she had to have his help, but for Megans sake she dared not tell him that. Resuming perfect posture on the slick vinyl seat even while her insides howled in terror, she struggled for control and a serene fa?ade. Any act of hysteria on her part was bound to make him wonder why he was more important than any other civic leader.
We were once such good friends, I just thought
Once, he interrupted. And once was a long time ago, a time I dont care to revisit. Now, if youll excuse me He tossed the pen down and pushed upward from the desk. I have to see a woman about a Peeping Tom.
Wait. Please. But Tate was past listening.
Julee watched in dismay as the Sheriff of Seminole County, the man whose very blood she depended upon, grabbed his hat and, as if he couldnt stand to be in her presence another moment, strode out the door.
Chapter Two
He says he wont help, Mom. Julianna gripped the telephone receiver, trying to keep the panic at bay.
He has to! Beverly Reynolds strident voice pierced the distance from California to the Blackwood Motel.
I know that, Mother, Julianna cried. Then flopping back onto the standard green-and-brown motel bedspread, she relented. Im sorry. Im just so scared. What if I cant convince him to be tested? She rubbed at the ache building between her eyebrows. I dont know what Ill do.
The motel television flickered to a commercial and Julianna saw her own legs hawking a new brand of depilatory cream. She turned away from the inane sight.
I dont know, either, honey. Regret tinged her mothers words. If I hadnt lied to everyone, especially Megan, you could come right out and tell Tate the truth.
I dont want to hurt his family, but if he doesnt agree to donate on his own, Ill have no choice.
No! Absolutely not. You cant risk it. Julianna held the phone away from her mothers screech. The doctors have told us a dozen times how important a positive mental state is to Megans struggling immune system. Her health is too fragile to suddenly discover the father she thought was dead is alive and well in Oklahoma. Who knows what the shock might do to her? A tormented sigh came through the phone lines. Julianna envisioned her mother repeatedly pushing short frosted hair behind one ear. This is all my fault. I never should have started that lie.
You did what you thought was best at the time, Mama. I dont blame you for any of this.
When Julee had discovered her pregnancy and Tates marriage to another woman, her mom had created a deceased husband to save face in the new city and among new friends and co-workers.
You were so young and so stubbornly determined not to ruin Tates chances for a football career. For a while I hated that boy. There you were pregnant, trying to succeed in this crazy modeling business, and wanting to spare the very boy whod gotten you into trouble. I only meant to protect you and Megan from mean-spirited people.
I know, Mama, I know. Julianna stared at the black spots on the ceiling tile. Shed relived those days in her mind a thousand times wondering what she could have done differently, and the answer always came out the same. She didnt know.
Her mother hadnt wanted her united with Tate, though shed bitterly resented Juliannas original plan to keep Tate in the dark. But Julee had feared what would happen if hed discovered the pregnancy. He would have abandoned the athletic scholarship, his only opportunity to move beyond the horrible poverty and despair of his childhood. He would have gone back to work at the gas station and killed himself trying to care for a wife and a baby. In the end, after shed reconsidered, hed already traded her for someone else, so she lived with the lie created to protect them all.
You never did approve of Tate, but hes different now.
Different? Honey, Tate McIntyre was always different.
I mean different in a different way. Julee laughed a little at that, comparing the almost military perfection of the Tate shed seen today with the long black hair, the wary eyes, and bad attitude of the Tate shed known ten years ago. I dont believe for one minute hed intentionally hurt Megan. The bad-boy reject has become the golden savior and this town thinks he walks on water. From all appearances, hes gentle and kind to everyone. Everyone but me, that is.
I dont see why he should be angry with you, Beverly sniffed defensively. Its not your fault he lost the football scholarship. And it sure wasnt your fault he married that Atkins girl while you were still carrying his baby. Ill never forgive him for that.
Mama, dont go there. Please. Ive had such a stressful day. Gripping the phone a little tighter, she twisted the cord around her finger. Hows Megan? Is she there?
No, shes at school. Since you told her about having a bone-marrow drive where her daddys relatives lived, and explained how some of them could possibly match, shes been full of zip.
Julianna said a silent prayer of thanks. As long as Megan remained in remission, they had time to search for a donor. Her chest filled with a familiar mix of joy and pain. Being a mother was the hardest and most wonderful thing shed ever done.
Has she gained any weight?
In two days? Honey. Her mothers voice brimmed with sympathy. Megan is like you. Shell never fatten up too much.
Julee had a vision of Megans wide, omnipresent smile in a narrow face with Tates high cheekbones and leaf-green eyes. Her arms hung like twigs from her T-shirt sleeves and shed been bald so often, shed taken to wearing a ball cap even when her hair had grown out. Juliannas heart expanded with fierce mother love. Megan was an amazing kid, so full of life and love it seemed impossible that she could be dying.
I have a meeting with the hospital administrator and the radio-station manager in a while, Mom, so Id better get moving. She sat up on the end of the bed. Give Megan my love.
Try not to worry so much, Julee.
I wont if you wont. It was an oft-repeated phrase.
Everything is just dandy from this end. Eugene is coming over for dinner and afterward Megan and I have a hot game of Super Nintendo to finish.
Julianna knew her mother and their affable accountant, Eugene Richmond, would be much more than friends if not for her and Megan. She had halfheartedly encouraged the pair to take their relationship further, but in truth, she couldnt work the insane modeling schedules without her mom to help care for Megan. And with Megans hospital bills, every penny counted. When shed discovered Julees pregnancy ten years ago, Beverly had moved to L.A. and become housekeeper and nanny while Julianna had provided the finances. So, adding to Juliannas burden of responsibility, dear Eugene offered only friendship to the woman he wanted to love.
Replacing the receiver, she lay back on the full-size bed. Out of long habit she began the tedious exercises that kept her legs in high demand in commercials, magazine ads and movies. Sometimes, when she wasnt worrying about Megan, she wondered what would happen when her legs gave out. How would she support her sick child? The agency loved her now because of the huge commission she brought in, but she had no illusions about this silly, shallow business of making a living with her body. She was a piece of meat. When the meat turned bad, shed be nothing.
For the millionth time she wished shed gotten an education, wished shed chosen a career that made a difference in life, wished shed been a nurse or a teacher or something that mattered. Viciously, she bicycled the air. She was nothing, nothing, nothing, but a pair of legs.
Chapter Three
Crown me.
Tate groaned and gave up one of his checkers, clunking the piece down with feigned annoyance. Youre cheating again, old-timer, he said with affection to the man sitting across from him.
Every Tuesday at noon, rain or shine, Tate attended a Chamber of Commerce meeting in the conference room of Blackwood Community Center, then moseyed over to the Senior Room for a game of checkers or dominoes. Today former sheriff Bert Atkins, his friend and mentor, was beating the pants off him.
Ha! Dont need to cheat when you play this bad. The older man chortled happily and popped another peppermint in his mouthhis crutch to avoid smoking. You must be working on a case the way your mind is off somewhere. Anything I can help you with?
Bert Atkins had served Seminole County as sheriff until his second heart attack had forced him to retire, but his mind was as sharp as ever. With uncanny accuracy, he always knew when Tate was struggling with a problem.
Tate was, in fact, working on a suspected chop-shop operation, though that wasnt where his mind had been. He hadnt quite pinned down the source yet, but if he was right, the kingpin was a well-respected citizen. Bringing him down would be neither easy nor popular. And this was an election year.
After frowning at the board for a moment he moved his black king, jumping two of Berts men. Guess my mind isnt as scattered as you thought.
But to be honest, his mind was scattered. Julee Reynolds was driving him crazy. Since hed found her slumped outside his door two days ago, looking like her dog had died, Tate had thought of little else. Having her name and the bone-marrow drive on the lips of every Blackwood citizen didnt help much and he was feeling like the county jerk instead of the county sheriff because he didnt want any part of either.
Bert slapped the table, sending the checkers into a quiver. Gol dern it, boy. Im gonna have to study on this next move. He shoved a plastic bag in Tates direction. Here. Have a peppermint while I think.
Obliging, Tate removed the crinkling cellophane and welcomed the candys cool sweetness. While Bert studied, his snow-white head bent over the board, Tate looked around at the group gathered in the Senior Room. A half dozen men played various games at other tables. Hed worked hard to gain the respect of this town, and in return the citizens of Blackwood had been good to him. He was happy, content. Or at least he had been until Julianna Reynolds blazed into town and reminded him of the hole inside his chest.
At the far end of the long room a group of ladies chatted and crocheted around a sofa grouping. One of them looked up, caught his eye and waved. He knew by the way she elbowed her companion that the unattached sheriff of Seminole County had just become the topic of conversation.
With an inward groan, he waited. Who would it be this time? The new librarian? Or maybe Marys recently divorced granddaughter? The ladies of Blackwood found his lack of a love life intensely interesting and seemed determined to remedy the problem by throwing unattached females in his path.
Sure enough, before Bert had a chance to claim any more of Tates checkers, Mildred Perkins laid aside a long rectangle of pink fluff and headed in his direction. The busiest body in town, Mildred considered finding him a wife her sworn duty. They didnt understand what he couldnt tell themhed failed at love twice, and that was enough. He was good at a lot of things, but love wasnt one of them.
Sheriff, Mildred began, fingering the eyeglasses that hung from a beaded chain around her neck.
Mrs. Perkins, he acknowledged politely. How are you and the Crochet Club today?
Oh, weve nearly finished that blanket for Cindys new grandbaby. Which is what I wanted to see you about. She twisted the chain into a knot. Not the baby exactly, but Cindy. Did you see the newspaper today? Cindy was right on the front page. Right there with Julianna Reynolds.
She said Julees name with such relish Tate flinched.
Hed nearly swallowed a doughnut whole this morning when Rita had stuck the paper under his nose, berating him for not taking a more active part in Julees charity blood drive. There was Julee, smiling fit to kill as she signed up folks for the big donor drive.
Yes, maam. I saw that. Cindy looked mighty nice.
Cindy? Mildreds piercing voice shot up a notch. Cindy? Land o goshen, Sheriff, Im not talking about Cindy. Im talking about Julianna coming back to Black-wood to help cancer victims. Isnt that the sweetest thing you ever heard?
Yes, maam, he agreed, keeping a bland expression while hoping Mildred wasnt about to set him up with Julee. Real nice of her.
Did you know the car dealership is having a drawing? The winner gets to drive a new car free for a whole month?
Id heard that. Who hadnt? In two days time, Julee had turned the entire town upside down. The radio station blasted a reminder of the bone-marrow drive every fifteen minutes, the newspaper couldnt seem to print enough rosy articles about the small-town girl who made good, and everywhere he went somebody reminded him of how sweet and perfect and single Julianna was. To hear them talk she was a cross between Mother Teresa and Sandra Bullock.
Well? Mildred crossed her arms over the huge red flower decorating her shirtfront and fixed him with a questioning stare.
He pinched his lips between thumb and forefinger and arched his eyebrows. Had he missed something?
I didnt see your name on the list of civic leaders whove signed up to donate.
Tate sighed inwardly, guilt warming the back of his neck. He fiddled with a checker, sliding it back and forth along the edge of the board. I didnt see yours, either.
You gotta be under sixty, she huffed impatiently. And Lord knows I passed that a long time ago. Youre young and fit as a fiddle so you got no excuse not to help out those poor little suffering children.
The guilt of worrying about those poor little children was eating a hole right through the smothered steak hed had for lunch. Needles make me nervous.
Mildred laughed and patted his arm. Oh, Sheriff, you big tease. I know youll do your part. Just have Julianna hold your hand while they poke you. She beamed at the genius of her suggestion. And afterward, the two of you can come over to the Bingo Game together.
Bert clunked down another checker, taking one of Tates. Mildred, youre interfering with my concentration. Why dont you be useful and go get me a cup of coffee?
While Tate silently thanked his old friend for the change of subject, Mildred drew back like a hissing adder. Bert Atkins, you go get your own coffee.
With a huff, she flounced back to the circle of crocheting ladies whod been acutely attentive during the brief exchange. Six smiles beamed their goodwill across the room. Mildreds mouth moved non-stop while she looked at Tate with an expression that said she was certainabsolutely certainhe wouldnt let her, or Julianna, down.
Sometimes Tate didnt know whether to hug them or hate them. Dear sweet ladies who meant well, but somehow thought he needed their input in every facet of his life. Not that he didnt appreciate their casseroles and pies and crocheted afghans. He did. But right now, the last thing he needed was another reminder of the woman hed never been able to forget.
Why not donate blood, Tate? A checker in one hand, Bert paused. Wouldnt be the first time.
Tate wallowed the peppermint with his tongue and pretended to study the checkers. My deputies are helping out. Im too busy to get wound up in Julees celebrity tax write-off.
Tax write-off or not, its a good cause. Just because you and Julee were an item way back when is no reason to avoid her now. Unless you still have feelings for her.
Tate blanched at the plain speaking. Feelings? Heck, yes, he still had feelings for her. Trouble was, his feelings were all mixed upfear, mistrust and a longing so fierce hed been tormented all last night with dreams of Julee. Hed awakened in such a sweat hed gotten up at 3:00 a.m. to take a shower. A cold one.
As far as Im concerned Ill be glad to see her gone.
Question is, why? Bert pointed a checker at him. Shelly always said you never got over Julee.
How could he explain that avoiding Julee was a matter of self-preservation? Learning to live without her ten years ago had nearly killed him, an experience he couldnt afford to repeat.
I wasnt the right man for Shelly, he said, skirting the issue of Julee. You know it and so does she. His brief and disastrous marriage to Berts daughter had been the final chapter in his book of love. Never again.
A man cant work 24-7 and keep a woman happy, thats for sure.
Running a sheriffs office is a full-time job. If anyone understands that, its you.
Being a good sheriffs one thing, but I dont recall ever sleeping in my office. You let this town run you ragged.
I owe them, Bert. Just like I owe you.
The old sheriff had seen something worth saving in the rebellious youth, though for the life of him Tate couldnt imagine what it had been.
You dont owe me a blamed thing. This county needed a good sheriff and we were danged lucky to get you.
Still, I wish things could have been different for Shellys sake.
I know that, boy. Thats why I got no hard feelings. Bert smiled and reached for another peppermint. That and the fact that Shelly found a nine-to-five fellow and had me some grandbabies.
She deserved a better man than me.
Hed married Shelly out of gratitude, like a groveling dog happy to have a pat on the head. Shed made him feel like a man again during those dark days when hed cared more about killing himself with liquor and fighting than living, so hed repaid her kindness by messing up her life. And the remorse he felt for disappointing his mentor, the only man whod ever believed in him, would never go away.
He shook his head to clear the memory. As a rabble-rousing teenager hed been called worthless trailer trash. Now he hid behind a clean uniform and a sheriffs badge, but deep down he figured the cruel taunt was still true.
Pushing back from the table, he looked at his wristwatch. Time to get back to work before the good citizens of Blackwood change their minds about me.
Dont want to talk about Julee, huh? Bert looked at him with a half smile.
Nothing to talk about. He reached down to rub his knee. Thinking about Julee stirred up all his old aches and pains, some of them higher up than his knee. She zoomed in here like a mosquito. Once shes zapped everyones blood, shell zoom right back out. The sooner, the better, as far as Im concerned.
As he started to rise, the hospital administrator tapped in on low-heeled pumps to tack a huge poster on the bulletin board. Tate lifted a hand in greeting, then let it fall to the table, sinking back into his chair. A photo of Julee and her famous legs stared out at him below a caption announcing the bone-marrow drive. And if that wasnt enough to make him swallow the peppermint whole, the celebrity herself swept into the center, long, glorious legs drawing the stares of everyone in the place.
Juliannas heart took one giant leap from her chest to her throat. Tate, looking too handsome to be real, scowled at her from across a checkerboard. For the hundredth time since the meeting at his office, she asked herself why he disliked her so much. Hed been the one to betray her and find someone else in a painfully short amount of time. Shed known then that his love had not run as deep as hed claimed.
Julee remembered the morning shed left Blackwood like yesterday. Tate, wearing his high-school letter jacket, long black hair slicked into a ponytail, leaned his backside against a beat-up old Ford pickup, pulled her between the V of his legs and held her until the bus arrived.
She couldnt recall much of anything theyd said, just the feel of his rock-hard arms holding her close, the wool and leather scent of his jacket, and the warmth of his breath on her hair. The heavy ache of parting hung in the air between them. When the bus arrived, air brakes ripping the quiet morning, shed started to cry. The Oklahoma wind had whipped her long hair around her face. Tate had smoothed it back, then cradled her face in his hands and brushed away the tears.
Promise youll come back, he whispered fiercely. Promise.
Since the day shed received the call from the Body Parts Agency in California, hed agreed she had to go. He knew how badly she and her widowed mother needed the money this contract promised. No matter how much she loved Tate, this was a chance in a lifetime she had to take.
Ill be back. I promise.
But the tormented look in his green eyes said he was just as scared as she was.
Heart breaking, shed almost backed out, almost decided not to go when he pushed her up the steps.
Go. He shoved twenty dollars in her hand and stepped back. Theyre gonna love you out there.
As the double doors folded inward, he pressed two fingers to his lips and laid them on the window. Shed held his eyes, frantically mouthing I love you, I love you, until the bus rumbled away and he was lost in the smoke and fumes. Hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, hed stared back at her with a stark, broken expression. Shed cried all the way to L.A., fearing that last kiss was his final farewell.
It had been. Regardless of his promise to wait, hed found someone else and married before shed even discovered she was pregnant with his child. So much for his promises of undying love. Hed moved on with his life and eventually so had she. So, why was he staring at her now as though she was a hair in his hamburger?
Self-conscious beneath his scrutiny, she smoothed both hands down the sides of her powder-blue sheath. Though shed intentionally dressed to appear successful and confident, she felt as gawky and insecure as she had in high school, the skinny girl who was all legs.
To make matters worse, the hospital administrator, who was nearly as excited about the bone-marrow drive as she, drew the attention of everyone in the room. Look, Julianna, she squealed. Theres the man you need.
Julee cringed. Oh, she needed him all right, though she prayed hed never find out just how much. Reluctantly, she left the womans side and moved in Tates direction. Since the disastrous meeting in his office, shed steered clear, hoping public pressure would convince him to donate after she couldnt do the job. Now, time was growing short. She had to be certain he would be in town that day. If worse came to worst, shed do the unthinkable. Against her mothers advice and at the risk of causing trouble for Tate and his wife, shed tell him about Megan.
Approaching the table she recognized Bert Atkins, the man whod been sheriff in her high-school days. Since arriving in Blackwood shed renewed a number of old acquaintances, and though she didnt want to be here, had never planned to return, she was surprised to feel an unexpected nostalgia for her hometown.
Hello, Mr. Atkins, she said cordially, training her eyes on him instead of Tate. Even then, she could imagine the heat of disapproval simmering from the county sheriff. Her pulse thudded disconcertingly.
Howdy, Miss Julee. Hows the big city?
Hectic. Noisy.
Bert grinned. Yep, thats the way I remember cities.
But L.A.s a great city, she hurried to interject, not wanting him or Tate to know just how hectic life had become or how peaceful and pleasant Blackwood seemed after the crowded stress of L.A. How about you? Hows the family?
Good. Good. Shellys a counselor over at the high school now and got two little ones, Zack and Amy. Im a granddaddy.
A counselor. Julees sense of worth dropped another notch. While she was flashing her legs for a camera, Tates wife helped young people find direction and guidance.
And Tate had other children now. She glanced at him, but his green eyes were as hard and unreadable as marbles.
Im glad, Mr. Atkins. Tell her hello for me.
You can tell her yourself. Shell be here the day of your big blood drive. I guess half the county will be.
I hope so. Thats what I needed to see the sheriff about.
Well, sit down then. The older man hopped up and pulled out a chair. You two go on and talk while I find me a cup of coffee. He glanced at Tate with a grin. Guess Mildred isnt planning to bring me one.
Though she had no idea what he meant, Julee smiled in response and accepted the chair as Bert moved away, leaving her alone with Tate. For some reason, her legs grew weak every time she encountered Sheriff Congeniality. Scooting up to the table her knee bumped his, sending a warm awareness straight to her midsection. The contact had the opposite effect on Tate. He jerked as though shed stabbed him.
Julee felt a trickle of remorse as realization struck. Is it your knee?
The question caught him by surprise. He blinked, reflexively reaching for the old injury. No. The knees fine.
Oh. Good. An uncomfortable silence hung between them. After their initial encounter Julianna wasnt sure how to begin. What else could she possibly say to this familiar stranger that would change his mind?
Could we declare a truce? Start all over?
His right eyebrow shot up. Start over?
Closing her eyes momentarily she bit back a sigh. Once shed been able to tell him anything, but now time and heartache had built a wall between them. The hospital administrator tells me youre the man to see about traffic control.
He shifted sideways, away from her. The fluorescent lights cast a glare along his square jawline, highlighting a narrow white scar. With a shock, she remembered the night hed gotten that scarbecause of her.
Why would a blood drive require traffic control?
Julee forced the memory away, though looking into his moss-green eyes proved just as tumultuous. Because the high-school band has volunteered to drum up interest, if youll pardon the pun, by marching down Main Street Saturday morning. People will hear the band and be reminded that the drive has begun.
A gaggle of ladies, all carrying bags of yarn, twittered past, poking each other as they cast knowing looks at the handsome sheriff. Tate nodded politely, trying to cover an expression of amused exasperation.
Look, Julee, he said, leaning near enough that she caught a whiff of peppermint and some wonderfully warm male scent. Im the sheriff, not a parade marshal. Cant the city police take care of that sort of thing?
Juliannas pulse stumbled. From this close she could count the black spiky lashes framing Tates green eyes. He had such beautiful eyes, deep and fathomless, and as full of mystery as the man himself.
Hands in her lap, she nervously twisted them together. Why was she thinking of Tate and that scar and his gorgeous eyes? Hadnt she had enough bad experiences with men? And why was she suddenly hub-deep in memories of the two of them jouncing along in that old beat-up Chevy truck, its heater barely keeping the fog off the wind-shield while they listened to Pearl Jam on their way to a football game? It was in that pickup that theyd first Julianna mentally slammed on the brakes. Do not go there.
The city police are helping, she said, amazed to sound so normal when her thoughts were anything but. But they suggested your office was needed to erect detour barriers for through traffic and such things as that. In fact, Chief Little suggested the two of you coordinate efforts.
On an exhale Tate leaned back in his chair and glanced down at his watch. Light reflected off the handsome copper band with turquoise insets. Ill talk to him.
Relieved, Julianna pressed clammy hands to the table-top. With any luck, she and the enthusiastic townspeople would wear down his resistance. Come Saturday, Tate would stretch out that dark, sinewy arm and give their daughter a new chance at life. I appreciate this. I really do.
With an accepting tilt of his head, Tates gaze fell to her hand. Thats quite a ring.
Thank you. Nervously, she clasped the ringed hand to her chest, twisting the sapphire that matched her eyes.
Engagement ring?
No.
He arched that black eyebrow again and she wished hed stop it. The movement of that one little eyebrow had the power to reduce her to nothing. Embarrassed by her completely aberrant thoughts as well as the ostentatious sapphire, which had been a gift from a former beau, heat rushed to her cheeks. The cut and size of the stone werent all that unusual in L.A. but here in Blackwood the ring seemed out of place. And so did she.
So youre not married? Behind the unfathomable eyes lurked an emotion Julee couldnt identify.
Uncomfortable with the personal turn of conversation, she gestured vaguely. Not at the moment. My life is far too busy.
She didnt want to admit the truth, especially to Tate, but the last man shed dated had lost all interest when Megans cancer returned. Though Julianna was too occupied with saving her daughter to mourn his loss, his disappearance had cemented her belief that she was only an ornament, a decoration.
Too busy, he said softly, the words a reminder of how their own busy lives had pulled them in different directions.
The double doors leading into the center flapped open and a slight breeze swirled around their legs, bringing with it the scent of coffee and the remnants of the Chamber luncheon. A rattle of voices, the words incomprehensible, drifted around the room, but Julee felt isolated, captured in the aura of Tate McIntyre. An odd lump of longing filled her throat.
For a nanosecond the air vibrated with memory. Julee studied the remains of an interrupted checker game, making every attempt not to look at Tate.
Breaking the mood, Tate scraped back from the table and rose. Sorry to run out on you again, but duty calls.
She looked up at him, grateful for the tiny crack in the fence between them. For one entire minute there had been a feeling, a something hovering around that table, that gave her hope. Your job seems very important to you.
Its my life. His wonderfully angled jaw clenched. And Im good at it, Julee. Im good at it.
He turned to move away, his muscular legs long and fluid in the creased uniform pants.
Tate, she called.
He turned back, waiting.
Im glad youve made a good life, that youre happy.
A flash of somethingpain?quickly masked, flared as he held her gaze. She didnt want to look at him, didnt want to feel the magnetism of Tate and the old memories, but she couldnt seem to tear her attention away. And truly she was pleased that the hurting boy shed loved had found fulfillment.
What about you? he asked, his words intense, almost harsh. Are you happy?
II Julee stuttered. Of course.
Good. For another interminable moment he held her with a look that brought a flush to her face and trepidation to her soul. And then he was gone, the beautiful athletic physique striding out of the Senior Center.
Why had he asked such a thing? And why had she hesitated? Her life was busy. She had her career, her friends. And most of all, she had Megan. Certainly, she was happy with the life shed chosen.
Wasnt she?
Chapter Four
The day of the bone-marrow drive dawned with the perfect sunny weather of mid April in Oklahoma. Tate awoke, just as he did at least three times a week, in the front seat of his SUV. Only this morning the blast of the Blackwood High School marching band yanked him upright. He cracked his bad knee on the steering wheel and cursed. In the seat next to him a warm wiggling form yelped, reminding him of his only reward for a sleepless night.
Last night hed sat inside a rusted-out station wagon inside the B & D Auto Salvage where hed observed a transaction he could only view as suspicious. To his disappointment, no hard evidence of a chop-shop operation had come his way.
A warm wet tongue scraped at his hand.
Hey, partner. With a grin, he stroked the skinny, red, mixed-breed pup hed found scrounging around the Dumpsters outside B & D. Hed shared his chips and baloney with the mutt, but that had been hours ago. Ill bet youre hungry as a bear. His own belly growled. I sure as heck am.
Hoisting the pup like a football, he unlocked the side door to his office and, thankful for the facilities made available by his predecessor, went inside for a quick shower and shave. On his way he grabbed several pieces of ham from the small refrigerator in the employees lounge.
Here you go, fella. He laid the slices on a paper towel and filled a bowl with water. Thisll have to do until we can get out to my place.
Which wasnt likely to be soon. Tired as he was, today was the day of the bone-marrow drive. And hed be glad when it was over. Then Julee and her famous legs could go back to L.A. and leave him the heck alone.
Not that shed actually asked that much of him, but her presence in town had caused him no little discomfort. Everyone who remembered their romance brought it up. And everyone else seemed bound and determined to involve him in Julees project. He didnt want to think about Julee and the rush of longing he experienced every time someone mentioned her name.
From outside, a tuba ripped off a few practice notes. Hed better hurry. He stepped into the closet-sized bathroom and shut the door.
Every man in town was agog over Julee. Big deal. What man wouldnt be enthralled by her combination of beauty, smarts and success? Just because she wasnt married now didnt mean she hadnt been a half dozen times before. And even if shed had as many lovers as his mother, her private life was none of his business. But hed gone off spouting about happiness like a love-starved orphan. Hed had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from asking if she was dating anyone. And if she was, was he good to her? Did he make her laugh? Would he give her the houseful of kids shed always wanted?
Stripping off his clothes he kicked the wrinkled jeans into the corner in disgust.
There he went again assuming she was still the same Julee hed known, when she clearly wasnt. Back then shed dreamed of two thingsmaking enough money to take care of her mother and then spending the rest of her life with him and the babies they would make together. Now, family was the last thing on her mind.
Hed known then the dream was too good to be true and that hed lose her to California, proving what hed always known. A shanty-town bastard with a chip on his shoulder wasnt good enough for her or any decent woman. That was okay. Hed accepted who he was and all his shortcomings a long time ago. He didnt deserve her, never had.
Shed been so good, his Julee. The kind of girl who championed the underdog, stood up against bullies. He smiled at that, remembering how shed stood up to him a few times when hed wanted to break some guys nose just because he was mad at the world. Sensible, gentle Julee had a calming effect on the wild, angry boy hed been. She could make him do anything.
But not this time. Not again. He nearly hadnt survived the last time. He couldnt fall under her spell again.
He grabbed a towel from the tiny corner cupboard and turned the shower on full blast.
He had to get Julee out of his mind and out of his town. If he could keep his distance another twenty-four hours shed be gone. Stepping beneath the spray, he let the warm water drown every thought of Julianna Reynolds.
In minutes, smelling and feeling considerably better and dressed in the extra uniform he kept hanging on the back of the bathroom door, Tate was out on the street. The stray pup attached his nose to the sheriffs creased pant leg and followed.
This morning the usually early sheriff was late, a fact that disgruntled him no end. To make matters worse, Julee stood in the middle of Main Street talking to his deputies. So much for washing her out of his mind. Every cell in his body started to hum. Criminy. Whyd she have to look like that?
Mornin, boss. Jeet waved a doughnut in his direction. Tates stomach growled again. Hed given the last of the ham to the pup. Whats that thing following you? A piece of rusted baling wire?
Glad for the distraction, Tates mouth quirked at the apt description of the skinny pup dogging his heels. Ah, just a stray I picked up last night.
Another one? Jeets fleshy jowls jiggled as he turned toward Julee. She looked beyond beautiful standing in the morning sun with her long brown hair gently blowing around her face. The sheriff heres got a dozen of these mutts running around his place. Supposed to turn them over to animal control, but he never does.
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Not just my daughter, Tate. Our daughter.
Our daughter? He blinked, uncomprehending. What are you talking about?
When I left here nearly ten years ago, I was carrying your baby.
A daughter? Tate felt as if hed been sucker-punched. I have a little girl? He dropped back into the chair and sat there, too shocked to speak.
Taking a deep breath, he thrust a hand over the tips of his hair, sliding the fingers to the back of his head where he held on, trying to keep from losing his mind.
He had a little girl.
A dozen questions crowded his mind.
Why? Why hadnt Julee told him?
And why was she telling him now?
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Read all four of these fabulous stories. I guarantee theyll get you in the mood for l-o-v-e!
Mavis C. Allen
Associate Senior Editor
Saved by the Baby
Linda Goodnight
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
This book is dedicated to Samuel Barker.
May you have a long and blessed life. You are my hero.
Books by Linda Goodnight
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For Her Child #1569
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Saved by the Baby #1709
LINDA GOODNIGHT
A romantic at heart, Linda Goodnight believes in the traditional values of family and home. Writing books enables her to share her certainty that, with faith and perseverance, love can last forever and happy endings really are possible.
A native of Oklahoma, Linda lives in the country with her husband, Gene, and Mugsy, an adorably obnoxious rat terrier. She and Gene have a blended family of six grown children. An elementary school teacher, she is also a licensed nurse. When time permits, Linda loves to read, watch football and rodeo and indulge in chocolate. She also enjoys taking long, calorie-burning walks in the nearby woods. Readers can write to her at linda@lindagoodnight.com.
Dear Reader,
If ever I wrote a book of my heart, you are holding it in your hands. Immediately after I conceived the idea of a mothers desperate search for a bone marrow donor for her child, my daughter introduced me via e-mail to a family who was fighting the same battle to save their son.
With amazing generosity and sometimes painful honesty, Samuels family shared hisand theirstruggle. They relayed Sams journey through e-mail updates and heartrending photographs, believing that through the telling, listeners would be moved to give the precious gift of bone marrow so that other children might have a chance at life.
You cant imagine the times Ive wept during the writing of this book, knowing that countless real children, like Samuel, fight a daily battle for survival. Nor can you imagine how humbled I am by the faith and courage of Sam and his amazing family. In fiction, I have the ability to be sure everything turns out all right. In real life, this is not always the case. Samuels recovery has not been easy, but I am thankful to report that at one year post-transplant, he continues to improve.
I hope you are touched and entertained by Saved by the Baby. Should you like more information about bone marrow donations visit www.marrow.org or contact your area blood bank.
With best wishes,
Contents
Chapter One (#u0b5cc177-6c8f-5d66-921b-07ad5bd7a304)
Chapter Two (#uc7b4666a-f698-5a4d-9483-a048942b0434)
Chapter Three (#u77f8d10d-7774-5aa2-a78e-1571f653b7c4)
Chapter Four (#u289b96b3-5c62-5f81-a2a6-5074a8a220ad)
Chapter Five (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Six (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter Eight (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter One
I got five bucks and a bottle of Bud that says she wont stick around two days.
Jeet Hammond lounged a fat elbow on the counter of Harpers Doughnut Shop and pointed his coffee cup at the long-legged brunette sashaying past the picture window. Disinterested, Sheriff Tate McIntyre watched the woman flick in and out of view between the signs plastering the plate glass. He hadnt a clue who his deputy was talking about and he didnt care. Tate had neither the time nor the heart to worry about females.
With a good-natured grin he reminded his deputy of what everyone in the county already knew. No betting on beer, Jeet. You know I dont drink. Few people understood the reasons why.
I know, I know, and you dont gamble, either. Jeets fleshy face wrinkled in mischief. But I still do.
Tate laughed and pushed back the remains of Clare Harpers almost-famous pecan pie. Then the serendipitous Oklahoma wind teased the womans shapely legs, lifting the edges of a blue-flowered skirt ever so slightly, and he realized who she was. Suddenly, the pecan pie felt as heavy on his stomach as a watermelon. He hadnt known she was back in town.
Jeet, his head tilted in a comical leer, stared at the billowing skirt and chanted prayerfully, Higher, higher. Dang, but she has the prettiest legs I ever seen. No wonder them fancy folks out West pay money to take pictures of em.
If your wife heard you talking about beer and some womans legs at the same time youd be sleeping in my spare room again.
Jeet had the grace to look guilty, though he continued to follow the brunettes progress until she was out of sight.
You got that right. He sighed blissfully. But Tate, old buddy, even a tough case like you has to be affected when Julianna Reynolds shows up in Blackwood after all this time.
Tate shifted uncomfortably and concentrated on his warm, sweet coffee. He was affected all right, but not in the way Jeet had in mind. Ten years ago when Julee had walked away from him on those gorgeous gams shed taken something hed never gotten backhis last twenty dollars and a sizable chunk of his heart. He didnt intend that anyone would ever hurt him that way again.
If she was so successful, how come we never seen no pictures of her? Jeet craned his head toward the window.
Shes a leg model, Jeet. Its hard to recognize a person by her legs.
He didnt add that hed recognized Julee every time hed seen those long perfect legs in a commercial or a magazine. If he thought about it, he could still feel the smooth silk of her skin against his. But he darn sure wasnt going to think about it. Not now. Not ever.
Some folks said it was her in that movie last year about the ballet dancer.
Yeah, I heard that.
Man, that billboard out by the interstate almost made me run off the road the first time I seen it. I bet that was her.
It was Julee, all right. Tate had driven out to that billboard and set up a drivers license check right next to it. Sat up there half the night staring at those legs, writing tickets, and reliving the one memory that haunted him.
A scalding sip of coffee washed down the bitterness that rose every time Tate remembered the woman hed loved enough to die for. He hadnt been good enough for her. Hed known it then and he knew it now. She deserved a better life, and theyd both known an illegitimate mixed-blood troublemaker from the wrong side of the tracks couldnt give it to her. With an annoyed grunt, he clanged the white mug onto the saucer.
Tossing several bills on the table, Tate rose. Come on, Jeet. Lunch is over and weve got plenty of work to do.
His portly deputy scraped back from the table, hitched up droopy pants, and followed. Wonder what shes doing here after all this time.
Thats what Tate was wondering, too.
Julianna Reynolds was on a mission.
With a purposeful swing of her famous legs, she strode down the sunny main street toward the Blackwood Municipal Building. With every step nearer the man who held her whole world in his hands, Julianna fretted. He was married, happy, successful. Shed planned never to interfere in the life hed chosen, but desperate times meant desperate measures. Somehow shed get his cooperation without ever revealing the real reason for her sudden reappearance in Blackwood. She owed him that much.
The huge clock on the grounds of Evans Funeral Home read a little past noon. She blanched at the grim reminder of death, the terrible vulture hovering over her day and night. Death was her enemy, creeping forward with each passing moment. Only the grace of God and modern technology held the monster at bay for now.
The warm spring breeze stirred the scent of tulips in the brick planters on each side of the tall courthouse steps. Without pausing to admire their beauty, Julianna opened the heavy double doors and entered the cool, dim interior.
Megan, her only child, the light of her life, her reason for living, was dying. Only a bone-marrow transplant could save her, and after several weeks of searching and testing, no donor match had been found. So, Julianna had done what shed sworn never to do. Shed packed a bag and come back to Blackwood to find Megans father. Shed come home to find Tate McIntyre.
No one sat at the reception desk outside the wooden door marked Seminole County Sheriff. Julianna paused, gathering courage to open the door. Throat dry as cotton, her confidence waned. What if he refused? What if this plan to save Megan failed? Drawing a deep breath to calm her trembling insides, she turned the knob to Tates office.
The door was locked. Shoulders sagging in disappointment, she leaned her forehead on the cool brass plate bearing Tates name. If she hadnt already cried enough tears to fill a football stadium, shed have broken down.
Looking for someone?
At the deep, gravelly voice, Julianna jerked her shoulders back to flawless posture and whipped around. Tate McIntyre, older, bigger, and far more handsome than she remembered stood a mere three feet away.
Her heart did a foolish jitterbug that she chalked up to nerves. She was scared silly, not attracted, though any female alive would notice this tall, dark lawman.
Wearing a shuttered expression above a crisply pressed uniform shirt, creased blue jeans and brown boots, he was still Tate, but with tantalizing changes. Lean and tough looking, he brought to mind a marine. The tall, anvilshaped body that had made him a top football recruit filled out the sheriffs shirt to perfection, the olive color emphasizing his mocha skin and green eyes. His brown-black hair was shorter, the almost military cut highlighting the high cheekbones of his Native heritage. Juliannas stomach dipped. The handsome boy had become a stunning man. A man who had chosen another woman over her.
From somewhere in the building came the static of a police radio. Tate cocked his head to listen, not taking his eyes off her for a minute.
Shed wondered about him many times over the years, but nothing had prepared her for this moment. Her ears rang and blood pulsed at her temples. Some deeply buried emotion threatened to rear its head as she took in the man shed once loved with all the teenage passion possible. She fought it back. Tate was the past, and she was here for Megan. Only for Megan.
Suddenly short of breath, Tate stared at the tall, willowy brunette with a death grip on his office doorknob. Julee Reynolds was not only back in town, she was standing outside his office, looking up at him with anxious blue eyes that threatened to undermine his resolve never to get emotionally involved with a woman again.
With steely control, he drew some air into his tortured lungs. Shed always been beautiful to him, even when the other guys had called her Olive Oyl and Toothpick, but years of working in an industry where beauty is carefully cultivated had enhanced her natural assets. He didnt want to notice, didnt want to feel a thing in her presence, but he did.
Hello, Tate.
She extended a handa long, manicured hand with those fancy fake nails women liked. Fool that he was, he wrapped his fingers around hers. The jolt of awareness from her skin to his was as powerful as the stun gun theyd zapped him with in the police academy. She was warm and soft andcriminy, she was Julee, the woman whod taken his heart to L.A. and never sent it back. Thats why he couldnt breathe, couldnt talk. Heck, he couldnt even think.
Like his father, Julee had been relegated to a mental file marked unsolvable case so he could move on with his life. Maybe thats why seeing her affected him so strongly and brought back an avalanche of unwanted feelings. Time and hard work had distanced him from most of the pain in his past, but nothing had ever filled the void Julianna had left when shed stepped on that old Greyhound bus and ridden away.
Hed known she had to give the modeling world a shot, had wanted that for her. She and her mom had already lost their house and were barely holding things together. He just hadnt realized it would hurt so much when she never came back, especially after his career-ending injury. Eventually, pain turned to resentment and resentment to bitterness. Shed proved him right. He wasnt worth her coming back to. Hed fallen into a black hole after she left and nearly destroyed himself. Since then, hed kept his heart locked away, taking care not to risk that kind of rejection ever again.
If he had a lick of sense, hed find out what she wanted and send her back to L.A.ASAP.
How are you? Her voice was that smooth honeyed alto that had once sent his teenage libido into overdrive. Just talking to her on the phone had been a sexual fantasy. Sexiest voice, sexiest legs, sweetest girl on the planet.
He slammed the cover on that file so fast his brain ached.
Doing good. Yourself? He willed himself to release her hand, then reached around her and unlocked his office so they could go in. Lord knew he needed to sit down and get a grip.
Standing aside, he let her enter first, catching the subtle drift of some designer perfume. He couldnt name it. Never was good at that sort of thing, though he could sniff out a meth lab or a drunk driver with his eyes closed.
Its been a long time, she said, her blue gaze drifting around the old, narrow office that hed worked so hard to gain. His desk, always a cluttered mess, looked even more so today. The air-conditioning wheezed and rattled and little dust wads flapped in the vent. To her big-city eyes, accustomed to the best, he supposed this place looked and smelled like a musty hole in the wall.
A very long time, he repeated, glancing at the calendar on his desk. Nine years, seven months and thirteen days, to be exact. The date shed left him was a permanent scar on his heart, like a bad tattoo that no amount of surgery could remove. I heard you did all right for yourself.
You heard?
He shrugged, not willing to let her know how hed scrounged for every drop of information, praying shed make it big then praying she wouldnt. Hed even fantasized about her coming back, broke and lonely. In his dreams, hed been the man she needed, the only one who could help her. Hed been a dumb kid then whod believed in the impossible.
Tate shifted the weight off his bad knee. Weather must be changing for the old injury to act up this much. Or maybe it was the eighteen-hour day hed spent on duty, half of it on his feet, searching the lake woods for a lost child. But Tate had no complaints. Hed felt like a million bucks when hed placed the boy in his tearful parents arms.
He knew his stance had given him away when Julees gaze came back to him, drifting down his body to rest at his aching knee. Though her attention was purely curious, Tates body grew warmer than the April weather dictated.
I never did get a chance to tell you how sorry I was about your knee injury. Does it still bother you?
So she had known. And never even called. Apparently, she hadnt given him another thought once she hit the big city.
Sometimes, he admitted gruffly. Nearly ten years had passed. Why was she bringing it up now?
Julee touched his arm lightly, but enough that the electric shock of her touch still made his insides quiver. Not just physical wanting, though she had that power, too, but emotional need so intense he wanted to collapse at her glamorous feet. After all this time, he was still a fool.
I always hated what happened to you.
If shed cared so much, why hadnt she come home? Why hadnt she been the one to see him through those black days? Why had she left him alone to drown in alcohol and self-pity and to marry the first woman who would tolerate both?
That was a long time ago. He stepped back from the subtle lure of her perfume, placing the desk between the two of them. It all happened a long time ago.
Theyd been so young, thinking they could have it all. Julee would be a famous model. Hed play pro football. Then theyd find their way back to each other. Trouble was, her dream came true about the same time his died on the ten-yard line with three minutes to go in the first half of the season opener.
Hed fallen into the black abyss of anger and alcohol, too proud to call her, but furious when she didnt call him. Then Shelly had come along, sweet and sympathetic, willing to tolerate his drunken rages and self-pity. Shed been his anchor during a time when hed wanted to die. Out of some alcohol-distorted sense of gratitude, and because he needed to believe someone cared, hed married her after less than a month.
Tate squeezed his eyes shut and blotted out the memories. Too much time had passed to go there now. So. What brings you back to Blackwood?
And how soon will you be on the next flight out?
Some emotion stirred behind her beautiful blue eyes. What was it? Nerves? Anxiety?
Squinting in thought, he studied the intense set of her jaw, the shadows above her elegant cheekbones. Thats when he knew. Julianna was afraid.
The loose rollers on his chair clattered against the brown tile as he pulled it away from the desk. One hand on the nubby gray backrest, he waited, cop instinct on alert.
What was she afraid of? And what on Gods green earth could it have to do with the hometown shed abandoned years ago? Better question, what did it have to do with him?
Mind if I sit down? she asked. Tate tried to ignore the tingle in his gut whenever her lips moved. I have some important business to discuss with you.
Fighting the need to protect her from whatever demon chased her, and the greater need to protect himself from her, Tate indicated the green vinyl-covered chair across from his desk, then settled into his own. Immediately, he wished he hadnt. Julee sat, crossing her long beautiful legs directly in his line of vision. His chest tightened. Sitting upright, he steepled his hands beneath his chin to block the view. He had to get her out of this office.
Business? Curiosity got the best of him. What kind of business could bring Julianna Reynolds back to Blackwood?
When she leaned forward, expression earnest, her silky blue blouse gapped slightly, affording him an unwanted glance of creamy skin. Infuriatingly, his body reacted. She was sexy, vulnerable and beautiful, a combination that spelled danger for any man but was deadly for him. She was big city and he was small town. She was rich and he was a working stiff. And she was, as her mother had once said, too good for that McIntyre boy.
Criminy! Why he was thinking this way? He didnt know this woman. Hadnt known her for years. All they had was the past, and that was better left alone.
The phone emitted a soft buzz, and he barely held back a curse. He was too busy to worry over Julianna Reynolds, and the sooner he found out what she wanted, the sooner shed be gone and hed be safe from thinking too much.
Holding up one finger of his left hand in a wait-a-minute gesture, he punched a button with the right. Yeah?
His receptionists voice came out of the speakerphone. Mrs. Barkley needs you to drive by her place. Shes sure the Peeping Tom is back.
Taking out his annoyance on the receptionist, he growled, Where have you been?
Even Rita the Magnificent has a bladder, Tate. Dont get your tail in a twitch.
He glanced at Julee, saw her struggling with a grin, and was relieved when she rose and starting roaming the room. He swiveled sideways to avoid watching the swish of her blue skirt against silken thighs.
Having Julee in his office was bad enough without the hired help humiliating him. Smart-aleck receptionist. But he knew better than to cross Rita the Magnificent. She was a lot more than a receptionist, and he couldnt manage without her. Tell Mrs. Barkley Ill be there as quick as I can.
Oh, she said theres no big hurry. And she wants to know if youll stop by the store and get Penelope some cat food before you come out.
Tate gave in to a grudging grin. Hed investigated her Peeping Tom four times in as many months. Poor old Mrs. Barkley. Anything for a little company. He wondered what kind of cake shed baked this time and hoped hed have time to eat a piece of it while she entertained him on the piano.
No problem.
From the corner of his eye he could see Julee surveying the row of framed certificates and citations hanging around his small, cluttered office. He hoped she wouldnt miss the college diploma. Shed had success handed to her on a silver platter, but hed worked plenty hard for his.
As he started to disconnect, Rita spoke again. Dont forget you need to be back in time for Little League practice.
Anything else?
I left the list on your desk. A meeting with the county commissioner at four, the task force tomorrow morning, Marthas birthday party and the slave auction at the high school
Hold on. He scrounged around in the enormous stack of folders and papers. The list lay in plain sight beneath a snow globe paperweight that Jacob, his seven-year-old buddy from the Big Brother program, had given him last Christmas.
I found it. He stuck the list in his shirt pocket and shut off the receptionists disembodied voice.
Julees blue gaze, wide with curiosity, drifted back to him. You are a busy man.
Goes with the job. So if you dont mind He let the words trail off hoping shed take the ball and run with it. Her visit was starting to get under his skin.
Before she lost her nerve, Julianna settled back into the green chair and plunged into the story shed rehearsed for days.
Ive come home to Seminole County to do some charity work. You know. One of those celebrity things that are good for an income tax break.
She blasted him with a hundred-watt smile as fake as the words shed spoken. Shed never done a celebrity thing in her life. Though shed worked tirelessly to increase bone-marrow donors and had even headed a previous drive, celebrity had nothing to do with it. Outside the modeling industry and this small town she had no celebrity status, but Julianna prayed Tate wouldnt know that. Finding cures for sick children had simply become her passion.
Tate arched an eyebrow. Stacking his hands behind his head, he tilted back in his rather bedraggled roller chair. What could that possibly have to do with me?
Julee crossed her arms over her middle. She hadnt expected a red-carpet welcome after all these years, but his cool appraisal turned her butterflies into swarming buzzards.
Behind him, through the window, Julianna vaguely comprehended the ebb and flow of light traffic out on the street. A single horn honked. Car doors slammed. The quiet, unhurried normalcy of everyday life in a small town soothed her.
Normalcya condition she could hardly recollect. For a while three years ago, life had almost been normal. Theyd been sure Megan had been cured by the chemotherapy treatments.
Then had come the frightening news two months ago that Megans leukemia cells had reappeared, throwing her into the desperate search for a bone-marrow donor, the only hope of cure now that chemo had failed to permanently destroy the disease. Until now they hadnt even considered this last-ditch, drastic kind of treatment. For the first time Julee had no choice but to involve Tate. Megan was in a second drug-induced remission, but the doctors said it was only a matter of time until the cells began to multiply again. How much time, no one could say.
Not one day since then had they lived a moment without fear. Megan, her beautiful nine-year-old daughter, deserved a normal life, and so did dozens of other children awaiting a bone-marrow transplant.
If she could get Tate to donate blood without him knowing about Megan, everyone would be better offMegan, Tate and his wife. No wife, however devoted, wanted the shock of discovering her husband had an unknown child by his first love. Plenty of reasons to face Tates chilly regard.
Leaning her elbows on a pile of official-looking documents Julianna locked eyes with the man who held Megans fate. The air conditioner thumped to life, but even the cool blast of air couldnt counter the tingle of sweat prickling the back of her neck.
Im involved with increasing the number of minority donors for the bone-marrow transplant database. Since my hometown happens to be the tribal capital of the Seminole Indians, I thought this would be a good place to start.
The chair rollers clattered to the floor. Tate frowned at her, puzzled, but clearly intrigued. The chatty clerk at the motel had been telling the truth; Sheriff McIntyre was a sucker for a good cause.
Bone-marrow donation?
People wouldnt necessarily be donating their bone marrow. At first, theres just a blood test and the donor information is put into the data bank. Then if someone needs a transplant, doctors can access the data bank for a suitable match.
I thought relatives usually donated bone marrow.
Julees pulse kicked up a notch, the falsely chipper smile tightening. Thats the ideal situation, but sometimes family members dont match. Like me.
In a deliberate attempt to calm her fraying nerves, Julee picked up the paperweight from Tates desk and rolled it between her hands, watching snow drift over the pair of baying hounds. Was it her imagination, or could she still detect the warmth of Tates skin? Oddly, the thought calmed her.
Any reason why youre targeting minorities?
Oh, yes, the most important reason in the world. Their daughter had Tates Seminole heritage and the genetic types that went with it.
Minorities have a very limited donor system, so the chances of finding a match are almost nil. And because their population is small, we need all the donors we can get.
We?
She shrugged, but her grip on the paperweight was tight enough to turn her knuckles white. Shed done fine without this man for nearly ten years. She had no desire to disrupt her life or his any more than necessary, but Tates cooperation could save Megans life. Ive been working with the bone-marrow registry for a while. Too many kids die who could be saved by somebody if only that someone had his blood type on file.
Her heart had been broken a dozen times as beautiful children she and Megan had come to know had withered away while waiting for a transplant. Minority children especially lacked hope. Somehow, she had to change that.
Why come to me? Why not go to the hospital or the Chamber of Commerce?
I have. The hospital administrator thinks its a great opportunity for PR. The bone-marrow people will send a mobile unit, the Saturn Company has signed on to sponsor, and well accept regular blood donations, too, to help with expenses.
He tilted back in his chair again, eyebrows knit in thought. Bright sunlight slanted in through the window behind him and gleamed off his almost-black hair. He picked up a pen and rotated it between his fingers. Let me ask that again. Why come to me?
Im lining up all the community and civic leaders. The mayor, the school administration, fire chief, etc. Since Im especially interested in bringing the Seminoles on board, your influence At Tates thunderous expression, Julee clapped her lips together. Shed thought he was warming to the idea, but now the cold, shuttered expression returned.
Youll have to go to the BIA or tribal chiefs if you want the Seminoles. Dont expect me to get involved.
Her heart fell. But I thought
You thought what, Julee? That you could march in here and pretend ten years hadnt passed? That Id ignore the law-enforcement needs of this county to run around drumming up business for your tax break?
No! Thats not what I thought at all. Where had she gone wrong? As I said, youre the sheriff, you have a certain clout that could be used
Used? No thanks. Been there, done that.
Julee squeezed her hands into fists, the long nails digging at her skin. She wanted to scream, to cry, to grab Tate and make him listen. Everything was coming out all wrong.
Thats not what I meant!
With a loud exhale, Tate held out a palm, peacemaker style. Look, Julee, I dont mean to be a hard case about this, but there are plenty of others to help with this cause of yours. I really am awfully busy, and given our history, Id expect to be the last man on earth youd come to.
Their history was exactly why she had to have his help, but for Megans sake she dared not tell him that. Resuming perfect posture on the slick vinyl seat even while her insides howled in terror, she struggled for control and a serene fa?ade. Any act of hysteria on her part was bound to make him wonder why he was more important than any other civic leader.
We were once such good friends, I just thought
Once, he interrupted. And once was a long time ago, a time I dont care to revisit. Now, if youll excuse me He tossed the pen down and pushed upward from the desk. I have to see a woman about a Peeping Tom.
Wait. Please. But Tate was past listening.
Julee watched in dismay as the Sheriff of Seminole County, the man whose very blood she depended upon, grabbed his hat and, as if he couldnt stand to be in her presence another moment, strode out the door.
Chapter Two
He says he wont help, Mom. Julianna gripped the telephone receiver, trying to keep the panic at bay.
He has to! Beverly Reynolds strident voice pierced the distance from California to the Blackwood Motel.
I know that, Mother, Julianna cried. Then flopping back onto the standard green-and-brown motel bedspread, she relented. Im sorry. Im just so scared. What if I cant convince him to be tested? She rubbed at the ache building between her eyebrows. I dont know what Ill do.
The motel television flickered to a commercial and Julianna saw her own legs hawking a new brand of depilatory cream. She turned away from the inane sight.
I dont know, either, honey. Regret tinged her mothers words. If I hadnt lied to everyone, especially Megan, you could come right out and tell Tate the truth.
I dont want to hurt his family, but if he doesnt agree to donate on his own, Ill have no choice.
No! Absolutely not. You cant risk it. Julianna held the phone away from her mothers screech. The doctors have told us a dozen times how important a positive mental state is to Megans struggling immune system. Her health is too fragile to suddenly discover the father she thought was dead is alive and well in Oklahoma. Who knows what the shock might do to her? A tormented sigh came through the phone lines. Julianna envisioned her mother repeatedly pushing short frosted hair behind one ear. This is all my fault. I never should have started that lie.
You did what you thought was best at the time, Mama. I dont blame you for any of this.
When Julee had discovered her pregnancy and Tates marriage to another woman, her mom had created a deceased husband to save face in the new city and among new friends and co-workers.
You were so young and so stubbornly determined not to ruin Tates chances for a football career. For a while I hated that boy. There you were pregnant, trying to succeed in this crazy modeling business, and wanting to spare the very boy whod gotten you into trouble. I only meant to protect you and Megan from mean-spirited people.
I know, Mama, I know. Julianna stared at the black spots on the ceiling tile. Shed relived those days in her mind a thousand times wondering what she could have done differently, and the answer always came out the same. She didnt know.
Her mother hadnt wanted her united with Tate, though shed bitterly resented Juliannas original plan to keep Tate in the dark. But Julee had feared what would happen if hed discovered the pregnancy. He would have abandoned the athletic scholarship, his only opportunity to move beyond the horrible poverty and despair of his childhood. He would have gone back to work at the gas station and killed himself trying to care for a wife and a baby. In the end, after shed reconsidered, hed already traded her for someone else, so she lived with the lie created to protect them all.
You never did approve of Tate, but hes different now.
Different? Honey, Tate McIntyre was always different.
I mean different in a different way. Julee laughed a little at that, comparing the almost military perfection of the Tate shed seen today with the long black hair, the wary eyes, and bad attitude of the Tate shed known ten years ago. I dont believe for one minute hed intentionally hurt Megan. The bad-boy reject has become the golden savior and this town thinks he walks on water. From all appearances, hes gentle and kind to everyone. Everyone but me, that is.
I dont see why he should be angry with you, Beverly sniffed defensively. Its not your fault he lost the football scholarship. And it sure wasnt your fault he married that Atkins girl while you were still carrying his baby. Ill never forgive him for that.
Mama, dont go there. Please. Ive had such a stressful day. Gripping the phone a little tighter, she twisted the cord around her finger. Hows Megan? Is she there?
No, shes at school. Since you told her about having a bone-marrow drive where her daddys relatives lived, and explained how some of them could possibly match, shes been full of zip.
Julianna said a silent prayer of thanks. As long as Megan remained in remission, they had time to search for a donor. Her chest filled with a familiar mix of joy and pain. Being a mother was the hardest and most wonderful thing shed ever done.
Has she gained any weight?
In two days? Honey. Her mothers voice brimmed with sympathy. Megan is like you. Shell never fatten up too much.
Julee had a vision of Megans wide, omnipresent smile in a narrow face with Tates high cheekbones and leaf-green eyes. Her arms hung like twigs from her T-shirt sleeves and shed been bald so often, shed taken to wearing a ball cap even when her hair had grown out. Juliannas heart expanded with fierce mother love. Megan was an amazing kid, so full of life and love it seemed impossible that she could be dying.
I have a meeting with the hospital administrator and the radio-station manager in a while, Mom, so Id better get moving. She sat up on the end of the bed. Give Megan my love.
Try not to worry so much, Julee.
I wont if you wont. It was an oft-repeated phrase.
Everything is just dandy from this end. Eugene is coming over for dinner and afterward Megan and I have a hot game of Super Nintendo to finish.
Julianna knew her mother and their affable accountant, Eugene Richmond, would be much more than friends if not for her and Megan. She had halfheartedly encouraged the pair to take their relationship further, but in truth, she couldnt work the insane modeling schedules without her mom to help care for Megan. And with Megans hospital bills, every penny counted. When shed discovered Julees pregnancy ten years ago, Beverly had moved to L.A. and become housekeeper and nanny while Julianna had provided the finances. So, adding to Juliannas burden of responsibility, dear Eugene offered only friendship to the woman he wanted to love.
Replacing the receiver, she lay back on the full-size bed. Out of long habit she began the tedious exercises that kept her legs in high demand in commercials, magazine ads and movies. Sometimes, when she wasnt worrying about Megan, she wondered what would happen when her legs gave out. How would she support her sick child? The agency loved her now because of the huge commission she brought in, but she had no illusions about this silly, shallow business of making a living with her body. She was a piece of meat. When the meat turned bad, shed be nothing.
For the millionth time she wished shed gotten an education, wished shed chosen a career that made a difference in life, wished shed been a nurse or a teacher or something that mattered. Viciously, she bicycled the air. She was nothing, nothing, nothing, but a pair of legs.
Chapter Three
Crown me.
Tate groaned and gave up one of his checkers, clunking the piece down with feigned annoyance. Youre cheating again, old-timer, he said with affection to the man sitting across from him.
Every Tuesday at noon, rain or shine, Tate attended a Chamber of Commerce meeting in the conference room of Blackwood Community Center, then moseyed over to the Senior Room for a game of checkers or dominoes. Today former sheriff Bert Atkins, his friend and mentor, was beating the pants off him.
Ha! Dont need to cheat when you play this bad. The older man chortled happily and popped another peppermint in his mouthhis crutch to avoid smoking. You must be working on a case the way your mind is off somewhere. Anything I can help you with?
Bert Atkins had served Seminole County as sheriff until his second heart attack had forced him to retire, but his mind was as sharp as ever. With uncanny accuracy, he always knew when Tate was struggling with a problem.
Tate was, in fact, working on a suspected chop-shop operation, though that wasnt where his mind had been. He hadnt quite pinned down the source yet, but if he was right, the kingpin was a well-respected citizen. Bringing him down would be neither easy nor popular. And this was an election year.
After frowning at the board for a moment he moved his black king, jumping two of Berts men. Guess my mind isnt as scattered as you thought.
But to be honest, his mind was scattered. Julee Reynolds was driving him crazy. Since hed found her slumped outside his door two days ago, looking like her dog had died, Tate had thought of little else. Having her name and the bone-marrow drive on the lips of every Blackwood citizen didnt help much and he was feeling like the county jerk instead of the county sheriff because he didnt want any part of either.
Bert slapped the table, sending the checkers into a quiver. Gol dern it, boy. Im gonna have to study on this next move. He shoved a plastic bag in Tates direction. Here. Have a peppermint while I think.
Obliging, Tate removed the crinkling cellophane and welcomed the candys cool sweetness. While Bert studied, his snow-white head bent over the board, Tate looked around at the group gathered in the Senior Room. A half dozen men played various games at other tables. Hed worked hard to gain the respect of this town, and in return the citizens of Blackwood had been good to him. He was happy, content. Or at least he had been until Julianna Reynolds blazed into town and reminded him of the hole inside his chest.
At the far end of the long room a group of ladies chatted and crocheted around a sofa grouping. One of them looked up, caught his eye and waved. He knew by the way she elbowed her companion that the unattached sheriff of Seminole County had just become the topic of conversation.
With an inward groan, he waited. Who would it be this time? The new librarian? Or maybe Marys recently divorced granddaughter? The ladies of Blackwood found his lack of a love life intensely interesting and seemed determined to remedy the problem by throwing unattached females in his path.
Sure enough, before Bert had a chance to claim any more of Tates checkers, Mildred Perkins laid aside a long rectangle of pink fluff and headed in his direction. The busiest body in town, Mildred considered finding him a wife her sworn duty. They didnt understand what he couldnt tell themhed failed at love twice, and that was enough. He was good at a lot of things, but love wasnt one of them.
Sheriff, Mildred began, fingering the eyeglasses that hung from a beaded chain around her neck.
Mrs. Perkins, he acknowledged politely. How are you and the Crochet Club today?
Oh, weve nearly finished that blanket for Cindys new grandbaby. Which is what I wanted to see you about. She twisted the chain into a knot. Not the baby exactly, but Cindy. Did you see the newspaper today? Cindy was right on the front page. Right there with Julianna Reynolds.
She said Julees name with such relish Tate flinched.
Hed nearly swallowed a doughnut whole this morning when Rita had stuck the paper under his nose, berating him for not taking a more active part in Julees charity blood drive. There was Julee, smiling fit to kill as she signed up folks for the big donor drive.
Yes, maam. I saw that. Cindy looked mighty nice.
Cindy? Mildreds piercing voice shot up a notch. Cindy? Land o goshen, Sheriff, Im not talking about Cindy. Im talking about Julianna coming back to Black-wood to help cancer victims. Isnt that the sweetest thing you ever heard?
Yes, maam, he agreed, keeping a bland expression while hoping Mildred wasnt about to set him up with Julee. Real nice of her.
Did you know the car dealership is having a drawing? The winner gets to drive a new car free for a whole month?
Id heard that. Who hadnt? In two days time, Julee had turned the entire town upside down. The radio station blasted a reminder of the bone-marrow drive every fifteen minutes, the newspaper couldnt seem to print enough rosy articles about the small-town girl who made good, and everywhere he went somebody reminded him of how sweet and perfect and single Julianna was. To hear them talk she was a cross between Mother Teresa and Sandra Bullock.
Well? Mildred crossed her arms over the huge red flower decorating her shirtfront and fixed him with a questioning stare.
He pinched his lips between thumb and forefinger and arched his eyebrows. Had he missed something?
I didnt see your name on the list of civic leaders whove signed up to donate.
Tate sighed inwardly, guilt warming the back of his neck. He fiddled with a checker, sliding it back and forth along the edge of the board. I didnt see yours, either.
You gotta be under sixty, she huffed impatiently. And Lord knows I passed that a long time ago. Youre young and fit as a fiddle so you got no excuse not to help out those poor little suffering children.
The guilt of worrying about those poor little children was eating a hole right through the smothered steak hed had for lunch. Needles make me nervous.
Mildred laughed and patted his arm. Oh, Sheriff, you big tease. I know youll do your part. Just have Julianna hold your hand while they poke you. She beamed at the genius of her suggestion. And afterward, the two of you can come over to the Bingo Game together.
Bert clunked down another checker, taking one of Tates. Mildred, youre interfering with my concentration. Why dont you be useful and go get me a cup of coffee?
While Tate silently thanked his old friend for the change of subject, Mildred drew back like a hissing adder. Bert Atkins, you go get your own coffee.
With a huff, she flounced back to the circle of crocheting ladies whod been acutely attentive during the brief exchange. Six smiles beamed their goodwill across the room. Mildreds mouth moved non-stop while she looked at Tate with an expression that said she was certainabsolutely certainhe wouldnt let her, or Julianna, down.
Sometimes Tate didnt know whether to hug them or hate them. Dear sweet ladies who meant well, but somehow thought he needed their input in every facet of his life. Not that he didnt appreciate their casseroles and pies and crocheted afghans. He did. But right now, the last thing he needed was another reminder of the woman hed never been able to forget.
Why not donate blood, Tate? A checker in one hand, Bert paused. Wouldnt be the first time.
Tate wallowed the peppermint with his tongue and pretended to study the checkers. My deputies are helping out. Im too busy to get wound up in Julees celebrity tax write-off.
Tax write-off or not, its a good cause. Just because you and Julee were an item way back when is no reason to avoid her now. Unless you still have feelings for her.
Tate blanched at the plain speaking. Feelings? Heck, yes, he still had feelings for her. Trouble was, his feelings were all mixed upfear, mistrust and a longing so fierce hed been tormented all last night with dreams of Julee. Hed awakened in such a sweat hed gotten up at 3:00 a.m. to take a shower. A cold one.
As far as Im concerned Ill be glad to see her gone.
Question is, why? Bert pointed a checker at him. Shelly always said you never got over Julee.
How could he explain that avoiding Julee was a matter of self-preservation? Learning to live without her ten years ago had nearly killed him, an experience he couldnt afford to repeat.
I wasnt the right man for Shelly, he said, skirting the issue of Julee. You know it and so does she. His brief and disastrous marriage to Berts daughter had been the final chapter in his book of love. Never again.
A man cant work 24-7 and keep a woman happy, thats for sure.
Running a sheriffs office is a full-time job. If anyone understands that, its you.
Being a good sheriffs one thing, but I dont recall ever sleeping in my office. You let this town run you ragged.
I owe them, Bert. Just like I owe you.
The old sheriff had seen something worth saving in the rebellious youth, though for the life of him Tate couldnt imagine what it had been.
You dont owe me a blamed thing. This county needed a good sheriff and we were danged lucky to get you.
Still, I wish things could have been different for Shellys sake.
I know that, boy. Thats why I got no hard feelings. Bert smiled and reached for another peppermint. That and the fact that Shelly found a nine-to-five fellow and had me some grandbabies.
She deserved a better man than me.
Hed married Shelly out of gratitude, like a groveling dog happy to have a pat on the head. Shed made him feel like a man again during those dark days when hed cared more about killing himself with liquor and fighting than living, so hed repaid her kindness by messing up her life. And the remorse he felt for disappointing his mentor, the only man whod ever believed in him, would never go away.
He shook his head to clear the memory. As a rabble-rousing teenager hed been called worthless trailer trash. Now he hid behind a clean uniform and a sheriffs badge, but deep down he figured the cruel taunt was still true.
Pushing back from the table, he looked at his wristwatch. Time to get back to work before the good citizens of Blackwood change their minds about me.
Dont want to talk about Julee, huh? Bert looked at him with a half smile.
Nothing to talk about. He reached down to rub his knee. Thinking about Julee stirred up all his old aches and pains, some of them higher up than his knee. She zoomed in here like a mosquito. Once shes zapped everyones blood, shell zoom right back out. The sooner, the better, as far as Im concerned.
As he started to rise, the hospital administrator tapped in on low-heeled pumps to tack a huge poster on the bulletin board. Tate lifted a hand in greeting, then let it fall to the table, sinking back into his chair. A photo of Julee and her famous legs stared out at him below a caption announcing the bone-marrow drive. And if that wasnt enough to make him swallow the peppermint whole, the celebrity herself swept into the center, long, glorious legs drawing the stares of everyone in the place.
Juliannas heart took one giant leap from her chest to her throat. Tate, looking too handsome to be real, scowled at her from across a checkerboard. For the hundredth time since the meeting at his office, she asked herself why he disliked her so much. Hed been the one to betray her and find someone else in a painfully short amount of time. Shed known then that his love had not run as deep as hed claimed.
Julee remembered the morning shed left Blackwood like yesterday. Tate, wearing his high-school letter jacket, long black hair slicked into a ponytail, leaned his backside against a beat-up old Ford pickup, pulled her between the V of his legs and held her until the bus arrived.
She couldnt recall much of anything theyd said, just the feel of his rock-hard arms holding her close, the wool and leather scent of his jacket, and the warmth of his breath on her hair. The heavy ache of parting hung in the air between them. When the bus arrived, air brakes ripping the quiet morning, shed started to cry. The Oklahoma wind had whipped her long hair around her face. Tate had smoothed it back, then cradled her face in his hands and brushed away the tears.
Promise youll come back, he whispered fiercely. Promise.
Since the day shed received the call from the Body Parts Agency in California, hed agreed she had to go. He knew how badly she and her widowed mother needed the money this contract promised. No matter how much she loved Tate, this was a chance in a lifetime she had to take.
Ill be back. I promise.
But the tormented look in his green eyes said he was just as scared as she was.
Heart breaking, shed almost backed out, almost decided not to go when he pushed her up the steps.
Go. He shoved twenty dollars in her hand and stepped back. Theyre gonna love you out there.
As the double doors folded inward, he pressed two fingers to his lips and laid them on the window. Shed held his eyes, frantically mouthing I love you, I love you, until the bus rumbled away and he was lost in the smoke and fumes. Hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, hed stared back at her with a stark, broken expression. Shed cried all the way to L.A., fearing that last kiss was his final farewell.
It had been. Regardless of his promise to wait, hed found someone else and married before shed even discovered she was pregnant with his child. So much for his promises of undying love. Hed moved on with his life and eventually so had she. So, why was he staring at her now as though she was a hair in his hamburger?
Self-conscious beneath his scrutiny, she smoothed both hands down the sides of her powder-blue sheath. Though shed intentionally dressed to appear successful and confident, she felt as gawky and insecure as she had in high school, the skinny girl who was all legs.
To make matters worse, the hospital administrator, who was nearly as excited about the bone-marrow drive as she, drew the attention of everyone in the room. Look, Julianna, she squealed. Theres the man you need.
Julee cringed. Oh, she needed him all right, though she prayed hed never find out just how much. Reluctantly, she left the womans side and moved in Tates direction. Since the disastrous meeting in his office, shed steered clear, hoping public pressure would convince him to donate after she couldnt do the job. Now, time was growing short. She had to be certain he would be in town that day. If worse came to worst, shed do the unthinkable. Against her mothers advice and at the risk of causing trouble for Tate and his wife, shed tell him about Megan.
Approaching the table she recognized Bert Atkins, the man whod been sheriff in her high-school days. Since arriving in Blackwood shed renewed a number of old acquaintances, and though she didnt want to be here, had never planned to return, she was surprised to feel an unexpected nostalgia for her hometown.
Hello, Mr. Atkins, she said cordially, training her eyes on him instead of Tate. Even then, she could imagine the heat of disapproval simmering from the county sheriff. Her pulse thudded disconcertingly.
Howdy, Miss Julee. Hows the big city?
Hectic. Noisy.
Bert grinned. Yep, thats the way I remember cities.
But L.A.s a great city, she hurried to interject, not wanting him or Tate to know just how hectic life had become or how peaceful and pleasant Blackwood seemed after the crowded stress of L.A. How about you? Hows the family?
Good. Good. Shellys a counselor over at the high school now and got two little ones, Zack and Amy. Im a granddaddy.
A counselor. Julees sense of worth dropped another notch. While she was flashing her legs for a camera, Tates wife helped young people find direction and guidance.
And Tate had other children now. She glanced at him, but his green eyes were as hard and unreadable as marbles.
Im glad, Mr. Atkins. Tell her hello for me.
You can tell her yourself. Shell be here the day of your big blood drive. I guess half the county will be.
I hope so. Thats what I needed to see the sheriff about.
Well, sit down then. The older man hopped up and pulled out a chair. You two go on and talk while I find me a cup of coffee. He glanced at Tate with a grin. Guess Mildred isnt planning to bring me one.
Though she had no idea what he meant, Julee smiled in response and accepted the chair as Bert moved away, leaving her alone with Tate. For some reason, her legs grew weak every time she encountered Sheriff Congeniality. Scooting up to the table her knee bumped his, sending a warm awareness straight to her midsection. The contact had the opposite effect on Tate. He jerked as though shed stabbed him.
Julee felt a trickle of remorse as realization struck. Is it your knee?
The question caught him by surprise. He blinked, reflexively reaching for the old injury. No. The knees fine.
Oh. Good. An uncomfortable silence hung between them. After their initial encounter Julianna wasnt sure how to begin. What else could she possibly say to this familiar stranger that would change his mind?
Could we declare a truce? Start all over?
His right eyebrow shot up. Start over?
Closing her eyes momentarily she bit back a sigh. Once shed been able to tell him anything, but now time and heartache had built a wall between them. The hospital administrator tells me youre the man to see about traffic control.
He shifted sideways, away from her. The fluorescent lights cast a glare along his square jawline, highlighting a narrow white scar. With a shock, she remembered the night hed gotten that scarbecause of her.
Why would a blood drive require traffic control?
Julee forced the memory away, though looking into his moss-green eyes proved just as tumultuous. Because the high-school band has volunteered to drum up interest, if youll pardon the pun, by marching down Main Street Saturday morning. People will hear the band and be reminded that the drive has begun.
A gaggle of ladies, all carrying bags of yarn, twittered past, poking each other as they cast knowing looks at the handsome sheriff. Tate nodded politely, trying to cover an expression of amused exasperation.
Look, Julee, he said, leaning near enough that she caught a whiff of peppermint and some wonderfully warm male scent. Im the sheriff, not a parade marshal. Cant the city police take care of that sort of thing?
Juliannas pulse stumbled. From this close she could count the black spiky lashes framing Tates green eyes. He had such beautiful eyes, deep and fathomless, and as full of mystery as the man himself.
Hands in her lap, she nervously twisted them together. Why was she thinking of Tate and that scar and his gorgeous eyes? Hadnt she had enough bad experiences with men? And why was she suddenly hub-deep in memories of the two of them jouncing along in that old beat-up Chevy truck, its heater barely keeping the fog off the wind-shield while they listened to Pearl Jam on their way to a football game? It was in that pickup that theyd first Julianna mentally slammed on the brakes. Do not go there.
The city police are helping, she said, amazed to sound so normal when her thoughts were anything but. But they suggested your office was needed to erect detour barriers for through traffic and such things as that. In fact, Chief Little suggested the two of you coordinate efforts.
On an exhale Tate leaned back in his chair and glanced down at his watch. Light reflected off the handsome copper band with turquoise insets. Ill talk to him.
Relieved, Julianna pressed clammy hands to the table-top. With any luck, she and the enthusiastic townspeople would wear down his resistance. Come Saturday, Tate would stretch out that dark, sinewy arm and give their daughter a new chance at life. I appreciate this. I really do.
With an accepting tilt of his head, Tates gaze fell to her hand. Thats quite a ring.
Thank you. Nervously, she clasped the ringed hand to her chest, twisting the sapphire that matched her eyes.
Engagement ring?
No.
He arched that black eyebrow again and she wished hed stop it. The movement of that one little eyebrow had the power to reduce her to nothing. Embarrassed by her completely aberrant thoughts as well as the ostentatious sapphire, which had been a gift from a former beau, heat rushed to her cheeks. The cut and size of the stone werent all that unusual in L.A. but here in Blackwood the ring seemed out of place. And so did she.
So youre not married? Behind the unfathomable eyes lurked an emotion Julee couldnt identify.
Uncomfortable with the personal turn of conversation, she gestured vaguely. Not at the moment. My life is far too busy.
She didnt want to admit the truth, especially to Tate, but the last man shed dated had lost all interest when Megans cancer returned. Though Julianna was too occupied with saving her daughter to mourn his loss, his disappearance had cemented her belief that she was only an ornament, a decoration.
Too busy, he said softly, the words a reminder of how their own busy lives had pulled them in different directions.
The double doors leading into the center flapped open and a slight breeze swirled around their legs, bringing with it the scent of coffee and the remnants of the Chamber luncheon. A rattle of voices, the words incomprehensible, drifted around the room, but Julee felt isolated, captured in the aura of Tate McIntyre. An odd lump of longing filled her throat.
For a nanosecond the air vibrated with memory. Julee studied the remains of an interrupted checker game, making every attempt not to look at Tate.
Breaking the mood, Tate scraped back from the table and rose. Sorry to run out on you again, but duty calls.
She looked up at him, grateful for the tiny crack in the fence between them. For one entire minute there had been a feeling, a something hovering around that table, that gave her hope. Your job seems very important to you.
Its my life. His wonderfully angled jaw clenched. And Im good at it, Julee. Im good at it.
He turned to move away, his muscular legs long and fluid in the creased uniform pants.
Tate, she called.
He turned back, waiting.
Im glad youve made a good life, that youre happy.
A flash of somethingpain?quickly masked, flared as he held her gaze. She didnt want to look at him, didnt want to feel the magnetism of Tate and the old memories, but she couldnt seem to tear her attention away. And truly she was pleased that the hurting boy shed loved had found fulfillment.
What about you? he asked, his words intense, almost harsh. Are you happy?
II Julee stuttered. Of course.
Good. For another interminable moment he held her with a look that brought a flush to her face and trepidation to her soul. And then he was gone, the beautiful athletic physique striding out of the Senior Center.
Why had he asked such a thing? And why had she hesitated? Her life was busy. She had her career, her friends. And most of all, she had Megan. Certainly, she was happy with the life shed chosen.
Wasnt she?
Chapter Four
The day of the bone-marrow drive dawned with the perfect sunny weather of mid April in Oklahoma. Tate awoke, just as he did at least three times a week, in the front seat of his SUV. Only this morning the blast of the Blackwood High School marching band yanked him upright. He cracked his bad knee on the steering wheel and cursed. In the seat next to him a warm wiggling form yelped, reminding him of his only reward for a sleepless night.
Last night hed sat inside a rusted-out station wagon inside the B & D Auto Salvage where hed observed a transaction he could only view as suspicious. To his disappointment, no hard evidence of a chop-shop operation had come his way.
A warm wet tongue scraped at his hand.
Hey, partner. With a grin, he stroked the skinny, red, mixed-breed pup hed found scrounging around the Dumpsters outside B & D. Hed shared his chips and baloney with the mutt, but that had been hours ago. Ill bet youre hungry as a bear. His own belly growled. I sure as heck am.
Hoisting the pup like a football, he unlocked the side door to his office and, thankful for the facilities made available by his predecessor, went inside for a quick shower and shave. On his way he grabbed several pieces of ham from the small refrigerator in the employees lounge.
Here you go, fella. He laid the slices on a paper towel and filled a bowl with water. Thisll have to do until we can get out to my place.
Which wasnt likely to be soon. Tired as he was, today was the day of the bone-marrow drive. And hed be glad when it was over. Then Julee and her famous legs could go back to L.A. and leave him the heck alone.
Not that shed actually asked that much of him, but her presence in town had caused him no little discomfort. Everyone who remembered their romance brought it up. And everyone else seemed bound and determined to involve him in Julees project. He didnt want to think about Julee and the rush of longing he experienced every time someone mentioned her name.
From outside, a tuba ripped off a few practice notes. Hed better hurry. He stepped into the closet-sized bathroom and shut the door.
Every man in town was agog over Julee. Big deal. What man wouldnt be enthralled by her combination of beauty, smarts and success? Just because she wasnt married now didnt mean she hadnt been a half dozen times before. And even if shed had as many lovers as his mother, her private life was none of his business. But hed gone off spouting about happiness like a love-starved orphan. Hed had to bite the inside of his lip to keep from asking if she was dating anyone. And if she was, was he good to her? Did he make her laugh? Would he give her the houseful of kids shed always wanted?
Stripping off his clothes he kicked the wrinkled jeans into the corner in disgust.
There he went again assuming she was still the same Julee hed known, when she clearly wasnt. Back then shed dreamed of two thingsmaking enough money to take care of her mother and then spending the rest of her life with him and the babies they would make together. Now, family was the last thing on her mind.
Hed known then the dream was too good to be true and that hed lose her to California, proving what hed always known. A shanty-town bastard with a chip on his shoulder wasnt good enough for her or any decent woman. That was okay. Hed accepted who he was and all his shortcomings a long time ago. He didnt deserve her, never had.
Shed been so good, his Julee. The kind of girl who championed the underdog, stood up against bullies. He smiled at that, remembering how shed stood up to him a few times when hed wanted to break some guys nose just because he was mad at the world. Sensible, gentle Julee had a calming effect on the wild, angry boy hed been. She could make him do anything.
But not this time. Not again. He nearly hadnt survived the last time. He couldnt fall under her spell again.
He grabbed a towel from the tiny corner cupboard and turned the shower on full blast.
He had to get Julee out of his mind and out of his town. If he could keep his distance another twenty-four hours shed be gone. Stepping beneath the spray, he let the warm water drown every thought of Julianna Reynolds.
In minutes, smelling and feeling considerably better and dressed in the extra uniform he kept hanging on the back of the bathroom door, Tate was out on the street. The stray pup attached his nose to the sheriffs creased pant leg and followed.
This morning the usually early sheriff was late, a fact that disgruntled him no end. To make matters worse, Julee stood in the middle of Main Street talking to his deputies. So much for washing her out of his mind. Every cell in his body started to hum. Criminy. Whyd she have to look like that?
Mornin, boss. Jeet waved a doughnut in his direction. Tates stomach growled again. Hed given the last of the ham to the pup. Whats that thing following you? A piece of rusted baling wire?
Glad for the distraction, Tates mouth quirked at the apt description of the skinny pup dogging his heels. Ah, just a stray I picked up last night.
Another one? Jeets fleshy jowls jiggled as he turned toward Julee. She looked beyond beautiful standing in the morning sun with her long brown hair gently blowing around her face. The sheriff heres got a dozen of these mutts running around his place. Supposed to turn them over to animal control, but he never does.
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О книге: Saved By The Baby, электронная книга автора Linda Goodnight на английском языке, в жанре современная зарубежная литература