A Texas Ranger's Family. Mae Nunn

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      “Can it wait a few days?” The idea of being relegated to an institution, no matter how well the reputation, made her empty stomach churn. “I know you want to get home to Mary Ellen and the boys but I’m going to need some time to ingest all this stuff.”

      “Sure thing, no rush. And while you’re laid up, I’ve got some great reading to keep you occupied.”

      “Not again, J.D.”

      He regularly mentioned that there was a box of letters for her in the mail room but she always declined to have it forwarded. She wasn’t exactly Annie Leibovitz so what could possibly be in the postal tub besides credit card applications and Publishers Clearing House offers?

      He smacked a loud kiss on her cheek and left Erin alone with her thoughts in the quiet room.

      Even if only briefly, her situation was hopelessly out of her hands. But life had taught Erin to be a realist. Going home to her third floor walk-up was definitely not doable. She accepted the fact; her only choice was between a stinky nursing home in D.C. and a stinky nursing home in New York. Too bad a sweaty military Quonset hut wasn’t on the list. That would make it a no-brainer.

      There’s always the option of going to Texas with Daniel and Dana. She recalled J.D.’s comment.

      Is that truly an option, Lord? she whispered. After all my years of wandering the world in search of images that will honor You, have You brought me back to make things up to my child? To honor my family?

      Chapter Two

      The 767 eased to a stop at Houston’s Intercontinental Airport. Daniel slid his laptop into a worn leather case and stepped into the crowded, narrow aisle. He dipped the crown of his Ranger Stetson to avoid the low doorway of the aircraft and was immediately assaulted by a warm burst of muggy air. He merged with the mass of summer travelers, knowing his daughter’s flying experience would be a far cry from mundane.

      He’d opted to use the other half of his commercial ticket after J.D.’s assurance that Dana would be secure on the pricey chartered Maverick. Neither female had objected, worn out as they all were from debating where Erin should recuperate. She’d been adamant that she wasn’t going to a recovery hospital, and determined to pay for professional home care. It had taken her boss to dissuade Erin from such a phenomenal out-of-pocket expense when her family was so willing to help.

      Daniel had sought the Word for guidance, afraid he was a loser whichever way Erin decided. Maybe Dana’s dream of a family could be fulfilled, even if his had long ago dimmed. She was desperate for this time with a mother reluctant to go into a setting where she would constantly be put on the spot for information. They’d finally agreed between the three of them that Dana would stifle the endless stream of questions and Erin would share when she felt the time was right.

      The cards were definitely stacked in Erin’s favor but he and Dana agreed privately that a tight-lipped Erin was better than no Erin at all. And frankly, Daniel was looking forward to being the parent willing to talk while Erin accepted the blame for the gaps in Dana’s family tree.

      Leaving Walter Reed for the trip to Houston this morning had given Daniel time apart from the two women to figure out whether or not to come clean with the rest of the story. So far, no revelation had presented itself and he was okay with that. Daniel had been alone with his secret for so many years that breaking his silence would be like betraying a partner. He’d never even considered it because there would be a high price to pay with his daughter.

      And now, with Erin.

      For the past week he and Dana had trained for the care of Erin’s injuries. Anything less than around-the-clock attention for the immediate present, followed by intense physical therapy could cost the use of her right arm. It was mostly an academic effort on his part since Dana insisted on being the one to do everything for Erin in spite of their near-disastrous first encounter.

      Erin was quick to recover from her initial reaction to seeing Dana for the first time, but the damage was done.

      “She thinks I’m ugly.” Dana cried during their ride back to the hotel. He comforted his daughter by joking that they hadn’t prepared Erin for an eyebrow ring, pointy purple hair and black lipstick. That was enough to make anybody gasp. They laughed it off and let it go, but he knew Dana was hurt.

      Still, she wanted to take care of her mama and was of the unshakable opinion that she could fill the role of Erin’s caregiver just fine on her own. So, Dana wasn’t gonna like it even one little bit that Daniel had arranged for backup. He had imported the only person he could trust to run his house, help out with Erin’s needs and keep an eye on his daughter if he had an overnight investigation. But most importantly, this particular backup would prevent the neighbor’s tongues from wagging right out of their heads when his mysterious ex-wife moved in.

      His not-so-secret weapon was LaVerne Stabler, a one-woman force of nature. She was a home-cookin’ and house-cleanin’ machine. A whirlwind of efficiency that meant business and wouldn’t stand for anything even close to ungodliness. Given the choice, any cowhand or cousin on their West Texas ranch would sooner stomp on a prairie rattler than cross his mama.

      Ironically, even though he exposed his daughter to her grandma on a regular basis, Dana still hadn’t figured out what everybody else in the Stabler clan knew; life was just easier in general when LaVerne had things her way.

      Daniel slung his carry-on bag into the passenger’s seat of his oversized SUV, grateful for the diesel guzzler that would allow him to transport the medical equipment that came along with their guest. It was going be an unpredictable time, and Daniel prayed to maintain his peace when he thought about being trapped under the same roof with three women who held the power to rock his world.

      

      “What’s she doing here?” Dana hissed.

      Erin noted the angry slash of scarlet that blazed across Dana’s cheeks as she pointed toward the white Cadillac marred by whiskers of red grime on the fenders. Daniel pulled his behemoth SUV into his driveway and came to a stop.

      “You invited that old busybody, didn’t you?” Dana spoke to her father through clenched teeth.

      In the backseat of the SUV, Erin flinched at the accusation. So much of the teen reminded her of Alison. Each time Dana had hovered over the gurney during the flight from Washington to Houston, Erin had battled a gut-deep urge to recoil. She’d feigned sleep most of the way to dissuade any conversation. She’s not Alison became a silent mantra whenever Erin looked into the girl’s eyes.

      Daniel released his seat belt and turned to his daughter. “I’m gonna let that slide because you’ve been through a lot in the last few weeks. And because I had a feelin’ you wouldn’t think this was a pleasant surprise. But that old busybody is my mama and if you ever talk ugly about her in my presence again, I will make you go back to your natural hair and nail color and take out all your earrings. Got that, Morticia?”

      “Yes, sir,” Dana muttered, faking repentance.

      From Erin’s position wedged among many pillows, she observed a brief father-daughter discussion on guest protocol and house rules. The teen negotiated like a United Nations delegate. It was evident she was an only child, always respected as if she were an adult. In the few minutes it took them to reach agreeable terms, the narcotics wore off СКАЧАТЬ