Raeanne Thayne Hope's Crossings Series Volume One. RaeAnne Thayne

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СКАЧАТЬ apparently decided he’d lurked in the hallway long enough. He took a step forward. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Mrs. Tatum.”

      If Ruth was discomfited at all, she hid it quickly. “I’m sorry you heard that, but I’m not sorry I said it.”

      “You’re entitled to your opinion. Just like J. D. Nyman and anyone else who doesn’t think I’m the right fit for police chief of Hope’s Crossing. I’m the first one to accept I made mistakes that night. I have to live with them.”

      “So does my daughter!” Ruth snapped. “So does Taryn and her family. And your family most of all. You don’t belong here. Not in Hope’s Crossing and not in my daughter’s house.”

      Claire stared at her mother, appalled at her rudeness and her gall. “You have no right, Mother. Riley is always welcome here.”

      He shrugged. “It’s okay. I was just coming in to let you know we fixed the bike. It only took a moment to straighten the forks and it seems to be as good as new. Owen’s taking it for a test-drive around the block.”

      “It’s not okay. You don’t have to leave. In fact, I was just getting ready to order pizza and we’re going to watch a movie. We’d love you to stay.”

      The invitation was more to spite her mother and all three of them knew it, but she wasn’t about to rescind it.

      Ruth gave an offended sort of huff. “I’ll go, then, and leave you to your pizza since no one wants to hear my opinion.”

      Claire was tired suddenly, exhausted from all the years of handling her mother’s moods and piques. She missed the fun, happy mother she now barely remembered, the one Ruth had been before the humiliation of her husband’s murder. She missed cuddles on the sofa under a blanket during a snowstorm and nature walks on Woodrose Mountain and the mom who used to have a funny story for everything. Ruth had gone from smart and capable to needy and helpless, with a side order of bitterness.

      “Thank you for picking up Macy,” she said, trying to focus on the positive.

      “You know I’m always glad to help. I’ll come by in the morning to pick her up before the soccer game.”

      “Thank you for the offer but Holly and Jeff are planning on it. If I hear otherwise from them, I’ll let you know.”

      Ruth nodded stiffly and headed out the door, her shoulders tight. She closed the front door carefully behind her and Claire winced worse than if she’d slammed it. She would have preferred a temper tantrum. Ruth’s quiet outrage was far more deadly.

      She was going to have to figure out a way to make things right with her mother, but she had no idea how, short of throwing Riley on the pyre of her mother’s animosity, which she wasn’t willing to do.

      “I’m sorry, Riley. My mother can be…”

      “I know how your mother can be. Blunt but truthful.”

      “She has her opinions. Which I don’t share, by the way.”

      “Plenty others do. J.D. has a lot of friends who think he should be the police chief right now. The events of this past month haven’t exactly changed anyone’s mind.”

      “I meant what I said. You’re doing a good job.”

      “Thank you.” He gave her a careful look. “Look, I appreciate the invitation for pizza. It was a nice gesture of support but not necessary. I’ve dealt with worse criticism of my job performance. At least here, nobody’s shooting at me yet.”

      “The invitation was sincere, whatever you might think. The kids enjoyed having you over for dinner the other night. They’ll love sharing their pizza.”

      “What about you?” His green eyes turned dark, intense, and her insides jumped again.

      “What about me?”

      “Weren’t you just telling me all the reasons we weren’t good for each other? Do you want me here?”

      Here, there or anywhere. But this wasn’t a Dr. Seuss book and Riley was definitely not green eggs.

      “I wouldn’t have invited you if I didn’t,” she answered. “What I said earlier still stands, but just because we have this…thing between us doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.”

      “Right. Friends.” He studied her for a long moment, then gave a slight smile. “What could be more normal between friends than pizza and a movie?”

      TROUBLE. THAT’S EXACTLY what he was.

      Riley sat on the recliner in her warm, open family room with Claire on the sofa adjacent to him and the kids sprawled out on thick cushions on the floor. They were watching some superhero movie, but he couldn’t have recited the plot if he were the one about to get run over by a train.

      The echo of Ruth Tatum’s words seemed to drown out everything else, ringing there with sonorous, unmistakable truth. He was definitely trouble.

      The various women in his life could all take out an ad in the Sunday paper saying the same thing. Riley McKnight had been trouble since the day he was born.

      He’s broken his mother’s heart more times than I can count, Ruth had said. He couldn’t argue the truth of that. His mother had cried plenty of tears over him, starting long before his biggest sin in the eyes of the Ruth Tatums of Hope’s Crossing, when his high school girlfriend had gotten pregnant his senior year.

      If Lisa Redmond hadn’t lost the baby just a few weeks after she discovered she was pregnant, Riley knew his life would have turned out completely different. He couldn’t even comprehend it. He would have married Lisa at seventeen and taken some blue-collar job around town, maybe construction or maintenance at the ski resort. They probably would have been divorced young, if statistics held true. He would have a sixteen-year-old of his own now, something he could barely comprehend. Lisa had lost the baby, miscarried at nine weeks. Her parents had sent her away to live with an aunt in Idaho for her senior year of high school and Riley had been left here to endure the small-town whispers and finger-pointing, one of the many reasons he had been quick to make his escape while he could.

      The whole experience had been painful and difficult, but he knew he had been so wild and angry back then that he probably would have screwed up the kid for life.

      As he listened to the thuds and thumps from some fight scene on screen, Riley thought of his own anger in his teens, how he had channeled his sense of loss and betrayal into wild drinking, partying, unprotected sex with his girlfriend.

      He had been stupid and thoughtless, had hurt his mother probably even worse than his father had. Ruth was absolutely right about that.

      He hadn’t known what to do with all that anger after his father abandoned the family. As the lone male in a household of women, he’d needed a father in his life, damn it. He’d needed somebody to guide him, show him to rein in his impulses, how to respect others. Instead, his father had thrown everything away so he could follow his own dreams, could move to South America and study the archaeological ruins of long-dead civilizations instead of having to face the drudgery of his everyday life as a high school teacher and administrator.

      Over the years, Riley knew he’d become an expert at casual relationships. СКАЧАТЬ