Kayla's Cowboy. Callie Endicott

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      Was love really worth all the anguish? Kayla sometimes wondered about it. Teenagers could fall genuinely in love, the way her parents had, but her mother hadn’t been able to deal with losing that love. Kayla had believed she loved Jackson, but the feeling had vanished with his harsh rejection and the onset of morning sickness. As for her marriage...? She’d loved Curtis—or at least the man she’d thought he was—only to have him throw it all away.

      A hint of melancholy went through Kayla as she unpacked the clothing she’d put together so hastily. She had built a good life, though it wasn’t what she’d imagined when she was little.

      “You...um, haven’t asked about Jackson,” Elizabeth ventured as Kayla returned to the living room.

      “To be honest, he’s low on my list of priorities,” she answered. Jackson was the past, and she’d learned to focus on the present. Unfortunately, she’d have to deal with him now. Coming back to Schuyler was going to present a stack of challenges. A number of people had seen Alex, and some of them must have recognized his likeness to Jackson McGregor. Word would probably get around. As a kid she might have done nothing and hoped for the best, but she couldn’t do that with two children to think about.

      Kayla grinned wryly.

      Being a mother changed everything.

      Elizabeth patted her hand. “In that case, how about a chocolate soda at the Schuyler Soda Saloon?”

      Nostalgia made Kayla smile. Between her grandfather’s passion for huge bowls of ice cream and her grandmother’s penchant for having it in soda, she’d been well supplied with treats while living in Schuyler.

      “It sounds good,” she agreed, “but I want to stop at Granddad’s office and see Alex first.”

      “Sure, honey. I figured that’s what you’d want.”

      Walking toward town with her grandmother was another echo from the past.

      “In a way, it doesn’t seem that long since we last did this,” Elizabeth said, clearly thinking the same thing. “In others, it seems a century. So...um, how is your mother?”

      Kayla made a face. “Still drinking. She made one stab at rehab and walked out after thirty-six hours. I don’t see her that often—it’s too hard on the kids. For that matter, I don’t even know where she is most of the time.”

      She could see the pain in her grandmother’s eyes and wondered if she shouldn’t have mentioned the drinking.

      “I’m not sure what we did wrong,” Elizabeth murmured.

      “You can’t assume it was you. People just lose their way sometimes.”

      “You didn’t.”

      “I got pregnant at sixteen—hardly a sterling example of stability.”

      Elizabeth shook her head firmly. “That was just a teenage misstep. It’s what you did afterward that’s important. We just wish you’d let us help.”

      “That money you gave me when we left Schuyler was a big help.”

      “I’m not just talking about money.”

      “I know.” Kayla thought back through the years. “But Granddad was the mayor. I didn’t want what I’d done to embarrass either of you. Even now, there’s going to be gossip.”

      “The hell with that,” Elizabeth shocked her by saying. She stopped and asked gently, “Is that why you stayed away?”

      “Partly. I was the one who’d screwed up and felt I should deal with it. But it’s also because I didn’t want to see Jackson after some things he’d said. I guess life just...settled into a habit. Besides, it would have meant Alex finding out about his biological father, and Curtis didn’t want that.”

      “I understand, but Alex spoke to a number of people while trying to find our house. I’ve already gotten calls about how much he resembles the McGregors,” Elizabeth said.

      “I know, and word will get around to Jackson, as well. I’ll talk to Alex about it tonight.”

      At her grandfather’s law office, Kayla didn’t scold her son, just gave him a fierce hug. “Be thinking about what you’re going to say later,” she said when he looked at her cautiously.

      “Uh-huh.”

      “I’m glad you’re helping Granddad,” she added.

      Alex hastily went back to the stockroom where he’d been dusting and sorting office supplies.

      Granddad was meeting with a client, so they continued walking downtown, her grandmother introducing her to everyone they saw. Schuyler still had the charm of a Western town with a blacksmith and farrier, saddle shop and spots for locals to hitch their horses if needed. It was just everyday life and tourists loved it.

      As they stepped into the Schuyler Soda Saloon, the eerie workings of fate seemed to stir around them. Across the room she saw Jackson, or someone who looked an awful lot like him.

      It had been sixteen years, and her old boyfriend’s face had become fuzzy in her memory. Now she was startled, realizing how much Alex took after Jackson. Yet as Jackson strode forward, some of the resemblance seemed to fade. Alex was a sweet, awkward, open-faced teenager, whereas Jackson radiated the pent-up energy of a stalking mountain lion.

      Jackson cast a glance at her, kept walking, then stopped and turned around.

      “Kayla Garrison?”

      Kayla tensed, hoping gossip about Alex hadn’t gotten around quite this quickly. “Actually, it’s Kayla Anderson now. It’s been a long time.”

      “Yeah, high school,” Jackson said. He stirred restlessly and his gaze swept the ice cream parlor.

      “Is there a problem?” Elizabeth asked politely.

      “No, nothing. Good to see you, Mrs. Garrison. Welcome back, Kayla.” Jackson tipped his cowboy hat to them and hurried out the door.

      They ordered chocolate sodas and found a small corner table.

      “I wonder what Jackson was doing here. He was never crazy about sweets,” Kayla murmured.

      “Who knows? This is one of the local hot spots to get the latest gossip, though I admit he doesn’t seem to be one for idle chitchat. It could be something to do with his daughter—I hear she’s turned into a real handful.”

      Kayla clenched her fingers, unable to decide how she felt about seeing her old boyfriend; she was too tired and frazzled. But meeting Jackson had emphasized the need to speak with Alex about his biological father as soon as possible. It wouldn’t be the easiest discussion. Maybe she shouldn’t have agreed to keep the adoption a secret, but it was what Curtis had wanted.

      “I think we should change our order to takeout,” Elizabeth announced suddenly. She went to СКАЧАТЬ