The Cowboy's Easter Family Wish. Lois Richer

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СКАЧАТЬ away she was surprised to see him clap a black Stetson on his head. Where had that come from?

      You were too busy gawking at his hunky face to notice his hat.

      “I guess Jesse’s nice. But Dad’s rule...” Noah’s confused voice died away.

      “Jesse is Emma’s grandson. He’s like a friend.” She was doing this for Noah. She’d do anything to help him.

      You’re making another mistake, Madelyn.

      That voice killed the confidence she’d had in her hasty invitation, until she remembered her last talk with her boss.

      Maddie, you went from being a child to being a wife and then a mom. Now you need to take the time to figure out who Maddie is. Not Maddie, Liam’s wife, or Maddie, Noah’s Mom, but Maddie, the beloved child of God. The first step is to learn to trust your Heavenly Father.

      Okay then. She’d take this step, and maybe if she trusted God enough, He’d show her the next one, the step that would help Noah heal.

      “Jesse calls me Ark Man,” Noah mused aloud.

      “Is that okay?” she asked.

      “I guess.” A tiny smile curved his lips. “I never had a nickname before.”

      Because Liam hadn’t allowed them.

      “It makes you feel kind of special,” Noah said thoughtfully.

      Maddie pulled into her yard with a sense of wonder. Because of Jesse, her son the rule-keeper was changing. Was this the beginning of the breakthrough she’d been praying for?

      What else could happen?

      * * *

      Jesse was simply going to show Maddie and her kid how to make the treats his gran had taught him to make when he was Noah’s age.

      He was not going to get involved. So what could happen?

      As he climbed out of his truck his stomach issued a loud and angry protest at its empty state. He stomped his boots free of the dust to cover the rumblings. He’d been counting on one of Gran’s delicious meals to satiate his hunger. Clearly, that wasn’t going to happen, but maybe Maddie wouldn’t mind if he gobbled up a few of her treats.

      Jesse could tell by the look on the kid’s face when Maddie invited him inside that Noah minded him being there. Obviously, he’d heard many warnings to be careful of strangers. Not a bad thing, Jesse decided.

      “This is a beautiful spread.” He glanced around appreciatively. “The untouched desert is fascinating.”

      “I think so, too.” Maddie looked surprised by his comment. “I often sit on the porch with my coffee in the morning and just enjoy it. I love the peace.”

      Meaning she hadn’t had a lot of peace in her life? Curiosity about this woman mushroomed as Jesse took the grocery bags from her.

      “The mountains make a great backdrop,” Maddie said, as she unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Although coming from Colorado, you probably think ours are puny.”

      “No such—oof.” Jesse struggled to keep his balance as a chocolate lab jumped up at him. “Pleased to meet you, Cocoa.” He chuckled as the dog licked his hands.

      “Oh, I’m so sorry. Down, Cocoa.” Maddie tugged at the animal’s collar, dragging the dog away from Jesse. “Take her outside, Noah.”

      Jesse noted the boy’s frown as his glance moved from her face to his, his eyes dark and stormy.

      “Now, please, son,” Maddie said.

      After a moment Noah nodded and clipped the lead on the dog’s collar.

      “Hang on tight, Ark Man,” Jesse advised, as he plopped the grocery bags on the counter. “That’s a strong animal you’re taking out of the ark.”

      Noah almost cracked a smile as he half walked, half dragged Cocoa outside.

      “She’s a bit of a handful for him, but I’m hoping they’ll soon get used to each other.” Maddie smiled at Jesse’s questioning look. “Cocoa was my Christmas gift to Noah.”

      “Nice gift.” Her Christmas gift, not our gift, he noted. So where was the kid’s father?

      “If you want to wash before we make the treats, the bathroom’s just down the hall,” Maddie offered.

      “Thanks.” Jesse walked past her, noticing that aside from the caramels and marshmallows, there were no frivolous purchases. Fruit, vegetables, bread, frozen dinners, peanut butter and milk. The basics. No cookies, no chips, no junk food at all, except for the caramels and marshmallows. Poor Noah.

      She pressed the answering machine and listened to Noah’s teacher while she unpacked and stored her groceries.

      Jesse took his time scrubbing up. When he returned to the kitchen, Maddie was telling Noah to leave the dog outdoors. On the deck outside, Cocoa was busy chowing down. Every so often she gave a guttural woof, glanced around, then returned to eating.

      “Cocoa likes it better out there than inside the ark.”

      Jesse did a double take. Noah’s face looked blank, but a tiny smile twitched at the corner of his lips. He chuckled. The stiff-necked kid had actually made a joke.

      “So how do we make these treats?” With an apron wrapped around her narrow waist, Maddie stood primly poised behind the breakfast bar, hands folded, waiting for directions.

      Jesse got trapped admiring the way her chin-length black hair glistened like an ebony frame around her oval face with its huge green eyes. Her lashes, long and lush, helped accentuate the smooth angles and curves of her sculpted cheeks, complimented by a pert nose and full lips. Maddie wasn’t tall, yet when Noah was near she somehow seemed stronger, invincible.

      Jesse also glimpsed in Noah’s mother an innocence, a delicate fragility. For as long as he could remember he’d had this weird ability to see beneath the mask others presented. That proficiency now told him that Maddie had suffered, but somehow Jesse knew that though bent like a reed in the wind, she had not been broken by her suffering. Instead, the tentative way she smiled at him added to his hunch that hardship had left Maddie McGregor stronger, still genuine and sincere, uncorrupted.

      Exactly the opposite of his own world-weariness.

      “Is something wrong, Jesse?” Her considerate tone pulled him back from the cliff of his sad memories.

      Who was Maddie McGregor?

      “I shouldn’t have pushed you to do this tonight. You’ve been traveling.” She offered him a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure you’re tired. Maybe it would be better—”

      “I’m fine.” He noticed Noah sitting on the other side of the breakfast bar, watching them with those dark see-all eyes. “Gonna help, Ark Man? It’s for your class, isn’t it?”

      Silent, Noah slid off his stool and joined his mother.

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