Back to Eden. Melinda Curtis

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      Easy. Because she had to.

      “Cole, I—”

      “I insist. I haven’t been back to Eden in years.” He was looking at his hands as if he were uncomfortable with the memory of his last visit to Eden. And why wouldn’t he be? That’s when he’d broken Missy’s heart.

      And most likely his own, as well, Rachel realized, feeling an unwanted sympathy for him. On the day she’d died, Missy had left a note saying she was returning to Cole, and that she was leaving the kids in Rachel’s care. Then, on her way to reunite with her lost love, Missy’s truck had plunged into an icy river. And Cole had never even bothered to call. Many of Rachel’s illusions had been shattered that night.

      “It hasn’t changed much,” Rachel admitted. “Though most of your old friends have moved away.” Thank God for that. If they’d stayed around, it wouldn’t only have been Missy’s husband, Lyle, who’d realized that Jenna wasn’t his child.

      “Sounds like you’re trying to change my mind about going.” Cole gave her a probing glance. How quickly he’d turned from remorseful to suspicious.

      Apprehension scurried around her belly. What did Cole have to be suspicious of except the secret Rachel had so ardently guarded all these years?

      “Is there some reason you don’t want me to come back to Eden, Rach?”

      “No. Not at all.” God, she sounded desperate. With effort she held his gaze. “I appreciate the offer. It’s just that you probably have a million things to do at home, what with fire season over and all.” She raised a hand weakly. “You go on. I’ll be fine on my own.”

      “I do have a lot of loose ends to tie up.” His gaze was almost intolerable with its directness. Rachel resisted the urge to squirm. “Starting in Eden.”

      Something chilled Rachel’s blood. She couldn’t speak. Her heart began to pound in her chest.

      Cole pulled out a bent photograph from his pocket and stared down at it for several seconds of strained silence while Rachel agonized, feeling as if someone had strapped her down so that she couldn’t escape the truth.

      “I was wondering…” He turned the photo around so that it was facing her. Matt’s cherubic cheeks and Jenna’s bright smile couldn’t keep Rachel’s skin from feeling clammy or slow the beat of her heart. “…Whose daughter is this?”

      Cole’s hard gaze demanded she stop the lie. With silent intensity, he dared her to deny Jenna was his.

      Her sister’s words came back to Rachel in a rush: “Don’t tell Cole about Jenna. It’s not as if he wants her. You know how he’s always searching for the next big thrill. Settling down is the last thing on his mind. It would just create one more disappointment for Jenna.”

      Don’t tell Cole.

      Easy enough to say when Cole wasn’t staring at you as if he already knew the truth. But Missy had been right in one respect. Jenna certainly didn’t need another disappointment. Cole was still a Hot Shot, involved in a profession requiring a nomadic life—the kind of life that tore families apart. His track record with Missy confirmed that.

      Cornered, Rachel announced in a weak voice, “She’s my daughter.”

      Cole’s jaw dropped. But before he could say anything, the nurse came in to check the tubes and machines connected to Rachel and take her pulse. “You’re upsetting her.” She glared at Cole.

      He glared right back. “She’s upsetting me.”

      “If this continues, I’ll have to ask you to leave.” She made a note on a chart and then walked away on her squeaky shoes.

      “I don’t remember you being such a liar.” Cole glared at Rachel. “The truth,” he demanded. He’d never talked to her with such disdain.

      Of course, she’d never lied to him before. When they were kids, she’d worshipped the ground Cole walked on because he was brave and daring and handsome. Only later had she figured out he wasn’t all he seemed.

      Rachel swallowed thickly, feeling vulnerable and alone. She’d always had her father and Missy to catch her when she stumbled. Her sockless feet stung with cold under the thin covers as she looked everywhere but at Cole. There was no one to ask for advice or to deflect Cole’s demand.

      Don’t tell Cole.

      The lie slithered through her thoughts, demanding more lies to keep it alive, souring her stomach until Rachel couldn’t turn away from the facts.

      “Let me tell you a bit about the little girl in that picture,” she began, tugging at a snag in the blanket. “She’s been through a lot in her short life. First, she had a father who didn’t want her, or Missy for that matter. Then after Missy died, she only had Pop and me to rely on.” Rachel raised her eyes to his.

      “What’s her name?” Cole’s question hung harshly between them.

      “Jenna,” Rachel sighed. “What I’m trying to say is that Jenna needs stability. She doesn’t need someone like you coming into her life only to fall out of it because you’ve taken one risk too many or you want to be somewhere else.” Rachel fervently believed this was true. She’d given up her dream of leaving Eden when she’d become guardian of Matt and Jenna. She’d settled into a role she hadn’t asked for with no complaints.

      Cole stared at her without speaking. Then he leaned forward and asked, “And you? Why are you so good for her when you’ve done exactly the same thing? Risking your life on some stunt.”

      “That stunt saved the lives of a Hot Shot crew.” A crew she’d been certain had been Cole’s. That just went to show what a softhearted dolt Rachel was.

      “You know as well as I do how lucky you are to be alive.” Cole leaned even closer. “Don’t talk to me about stability, either. I can’t imagine you make it home to cook dinner every night.”

      “You don’t know a thing about me or what my life is like.” But part of her acknowledged the truth in his words. She wasn’t home eight months of the year.

      “Let’s call a spade a spade, Rachel. You and I are a lot alike, only I don’t have a family waiting at home for me, wondering if I’m coming home safe.” Something had darkened his eyes, sending a tremor of fear into Rachel’s heart.

      She had too much responsibility to shoulder fear, as well. Rachel shook her head slowly, making the room waver.

      “You could just as easily have crashed on top of the crew after that crazy dive-bombing run you made,” Cole accused relentlessly.

      “But I didn’t. I would have been fine if not for the smoke and that one huge, aberration of a tree.” Rachel reached blindly for the bed controls with one hand, having had enough of lying at a forty-five-degree angle while he towered over her. She needed to be fully upright for this fight.

      “The incident commander is considering writing you up for a safety violation.”

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