Gambling On a Heart. Sara Walter Ellwood

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СКАЧАТЬ Tracy ran after him, pulling on her top as she followed, and grabbed his arm. “Zack, please, I’m sorry...I thought you and...”

       “Save it,” Zack hissed through clenched teeth.

       Sharp pain tightened his chest. Not only had Tracy betrayed him, but Jake had been his best friend. He’d known Zack intended to ask Tracy to marry him.

       “I never thought you’d turn out no better than a whore, Tracy.” With his chest constricted, he fought to breathe. “I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. Now I don’t ever want see you again.”

       He pushed past her and left the barn.

       “Zack! Please, I love you.”

       He couldn’t look at her. If he did, the tears burning his eyes would fall. “You have a peculiar way of showing it.”

      The next day, he’d left town and joined the rodeo circuit, never looking back.

      “Daddy?” Amanda tugged on his sleeve. “Daddy?”

      He squeezed his eyes closed and sucked in a breath through burning sinuses. He shoved the memory of the woman he’d once loved into the cobwebs of his brain where it belonged.

      When he looked at his daughter, he realized despite the pain Tracy had caused him, he hadn’t been ready for marriage then. Hell, he hadn’t been ready when he’d asked Lisa Foster to marry him four years later.

      Forcing a smile at the concerned pucker of Amanda’s brow, he laid a reassuring arm across her small shoulders. “What is it, Mandy?”

      “Why aren’t you eating? Don’t you like the food?”

      He patted her shoulder, then picked up his fork with his left hand. “I was just thinking.”

      “Oh.” Mandy picked at her potato salad and looked at him again. “What about?”

      He glanced at Tracy. She met his gaze over the plates of the obliviously happy groom and bride. How many times had he lain awake under his Humvee in Afghanistan or Iraq and wished things had been different with Tracy?

      As he met Mandy’s big blue eyes, he sighed. If he had the power to change the past, it would be Lisa’s fate he’d want to change. “I was thinking about your momma.”

      Mandy tilted her head to the side. “Was your wedding like this one?”

      “No, not exactly. Your momma and I got married by the minister of your grandma’s church in the living room of her house. The only guests were close family.”

      “Then you went to the war as a Marine?”

      He forked up a bite of barbecued beef. “Yep.”

      Two days after marrying Lisa on her parents’ Wyoming ranch, he’d shipped off for boot camp in San Diego. He’d joined the Marines after Nine-Eleven, giving up the rodeo forever.

      “Do you still miss Momma?”

      He looked into his daughter’s face and his gut twisted. “Yes.”

      “Is that why you don’t have a girlfriend?”

      Mandy was too young to come up with that on her own. “Who says I need a girlfriend?”

      She turned back to her meal and shrugged. “I heard Grandma and Aunt Winnie talking. They said you should get a girlfriend.”

      Locating his parents, uncle and aunt among the guest tables, he narrowed his eyes. “Well, maybe I don’t think I need a girlfriend.”

      Mandy grew quiet, and he thought the topic had run its course. Despite the solid rock of pain and guilt filling his stomach, he finished his food and sipped his lemonade. There were champagne and beer for those who wanted it, but besides being pregnant, Charli was a recovering alcoholic and Dylan had stopped drinking months ago.

      Zack didn’t drink much alcohol these days, and he never drank it when he had to drive. Besides being the county sheriff, he knew firsthand how driving drunk affected a family–even a shattered one.

      “Daddy?”

      He set his glass down and turned to Mandy. “Yeah, baby girl?”

      Her violet eyes met his with guileless innocence. “Momma isn’t ever comin’ home, is she?”

      He looked away and swallowed. For the past two years, Mandy had believed her mother would come home from heaven when she missed them enough. He’d sit by every night while Mandy said her prayers and asked God to send her momma home. After all, He didn’t need any more angels. He already had lots.

      And every evening Zack would go to his room with his heart shredded all over again.

      “No, baby girl, she isn’t,” he said gently and wrapped his arm around her shoulders again. “Heaven isn’t a place you can leave once you go there. But your momma is always watching out for you, don’t you ever believe she isn’t.”

      She nodded and sniffed. “Would she mind if we got another momma? You know, someone who could be here for us since she can’t?” Mandy must have seen the surprise register on his face. “Like my friend Kayla’s grandma found her a new grandpa when her real grandpa died. A new momma could fix my hair for school and teach me girl stuff. She could play dolls with me.” She looked down at the roll she was picking apart. “I know you hate it when I ask you to play with me and my Barbies.” She glanced across her shoulder at him. “And a new momma could keep you company, too. Maybe she could give me a baby sister.”

      God, he hadn’t known she was that lonely, but he couldn’t give her what she wanted.

      She reached for her lemonade with both hands. “Things like that. Kinda like a substitute teacher.”

      To her, it was probably that easy. Mandy didn’t understand the complications and disastrous outcomes of adult love, but his heart swelled with love and pride for his little girl. She was making a step in the right direction of accepting her mother was gone. But he wasn’t ready to find a substitute wife.

      He swallowed the lump sticking in his throat. “Who says I don’t like playing with you and your dolls?” She gave him a yeah-right-dad look, and he squeezed her shoulders. “Okay, I’ll admit playing with your Barbie dolls isn’t my favorite thing, but we’re doing okay, aren’t we? Just you and me.”

      She didn’t look convinced. Before she could spew out the words reflecting what he saw through her eyes, he said, “I think we should get ready for wedding cake, don’t you?”

      When he looked up, Tracy watched him, and not for the first time, his body reminded him how the tall, slender brunette had always affected him. She was downright sexy in the short cornflower blue dress that made her gray eyes take on the hue of a bright summer sky. Her long, brown hair curled softly and fell around her bare shoulders.

      He may not be ready for a substitute momma for his baby, or the complications of falling in love again, but he’d really like to find a woman who could keep him company. He already knew who he’d СКАЧАТЬ