Home for Good. Jessica Keller

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СКАЧАТЬ curves that he had to school his eyes not to explore. Her hazel eyes held a soft sincerity that drew him in. A familiar tightening gripped his stomach as his pulse started to go berserk.

      The kid pushed against her. “No, Mom, he’s not a stranger. This is a soldier. We were becoming friends.”

      Jericho’s mind raced like a mouse caught in a maze. Mom? The single word sent a zap through his body, like someone had dumped a vat of ice over his head. Ali was a mother? Had she remarried? Impossible. The kid was what? Six? Seven—?

      “Ali?” He tried to meet her gaze, but she looked away.

      “Hey, Chance.” Ali leaned over to speak close to the child’s ear. “I think I see your teacher, Mrs. McBride, over there. Can you do me a favor and find out how she liked those pies we made her?”

      “Ali?” Jericho repeated. His mind latched onto the name Chance and filed it away for later.

      Chance’s brow creased. He looked at Jericho, then back at his mother. “How come he knows your name, Mom?”

      Despite the sweltering day, a cold sweat pricked the back of Jericho’s neck.

      * * *

      Her mouth went dry. No matter what, Ali had to get Chance away from Jericho. She placed her hands on her hips. “It doesn’t matter, Chance. Now go visit with Mrs. McBride for a minute.” After sending Chance away, she took a deep breath and turned to address Jericho, but couldn’t make herself completely meet his gaze. “I don’t know why you’re here—”

      “We need to talk.” He shoved his hands into his pockets.

      “There is no ‘we.’”

      He quirked an eyebrow. “I disagree. Unless I slept through signing some sort of papers, you and I, well, we’re still married.”

      Her tongue suddenly felt like a dried-up riverbed. We’re still married. Fear skittered down her spine like racing spiders. Of course. As a teen mom on her own, she didn’t have spare money to toss around on lawyer fees.

      She balled up her fists. “I want you to leave.”

      He shook his head, reached a hand out toward her, then dropped it to his side. “I’m back, Ali—back for good.”

      “Why?” The word came out more whisper than force.

      She stared into his intense blue eyes, her gaze dipping to the single freckle above his lip. Same dime-sized scar near his eye, the slight tug of his lips—always ready to joke.

      He stepped closer. “I need to talk to you. Explain about being away.”

      “Just being away? How nice. Sounds warm and fuzzy, like you took a vacation.”

      He ran a hand over his hair, cupping the back of his neck as he tipped his head to the side. “I always wanted to come back. But—”

      “Stay away from me. Stay away from my son.”

      “I need to—” He reached for her.

      She slapped away his hand.

      “Ali...” He grabbed her elbow, and a thrill skittered up her arm and down into her stomach. She let out a muffled cry. Why? Why, after all these years, was his name still branded across her heart?

      Fighting the hot tears stinging her eyes, she jerked from him. “Don’t touch me. Please, don’t touch me.” A sob hung at the back of her throat. “I can’t do this. I can’t handle being this close. I can’t talk to you.”

      “But I have to talk to you. Give me fifteen minutes. Please?” His voice flowed, soft and reassuring.

      “No!” She swiped at the traitorous tears squeezing from her eyes.

      A warm, steady hand touched the small of her back. She turned to find Tripp Phillips, local lawyer, old classmate and friend, beside her. In his usual dress pants and polo, his stability brought an ease of calm to her shaking nerves. She gripped his arm.

      “Alison, is something wrong?” Tripp’s voice came out controlled and comforting. He had a manner that made even the most skeptical of strangers immediately warm to him. “Is Freed bothering you?”

      “Tripp Phillips, I don’t believe you were a part of our conversation.” Jericho’s voice hardened.

      “Rightly so, but I’m not going to stand around while you make Alison cry.”

      “I’m not crying,” Ali mumbled.

      Tripp turned her into his shoulder. His hand cradled the back of her head as he wedged his body between her and Jericho.

      Jericho growled.

      Chance chose that moment to come bounding back. “What’s wrong, Mom?” He wrapped his arm around Ali’s waist and peered at her from under thick black eyelashes. “Mrs. McBride liked the pies, but I didn’t tell her about the green worms we found in the berries. Did you think I did? Is that why you’re crying?”

      “I’m not upset about the worms, honey.” Ali caressed his tanned face, and Chance rewarded her with an impish grin.

      Tripp cleared his throat. “I think your mom’s not feeling well today, buddy. We better take her home.”

      Jericho held her gaze. “Ali, I’m not done trying to talk to you.”

      Tripp turned and led her away from the monster of her past. Good old Tripp. At least one dependable man remained. If only Tripp had been the one to chase her in high school instead of Jericho, life might have turned out differently. At least Tripp stood by her now, always helping and advising her. His sound counsel lifted a weight from her shoulders, and she was grateful.

      Chance twisted around, then cupped his hands around his mouth. “Wait! Are you going to be at the fireworks show tonight?”

      A chill ran through her veins.

      Then that voice from her dreams over the last eight years answered back. “’Course, Chance. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

      * * *

      Jericho wanted to hit something. No, he wanted a drink. A nice, tall amber malt with a high head of foam. Hadn’t wanted that for five years, but there you go.

      Looping a hand over the back of his neck, Jericho tensed as Tripp guided Ali away, like an auctioneer showing off a prized mare.

      Could Tripp be Chance’s father? Fear sliced through him.

      Jericho stalked past the picnic and grabbed the door handle on the rusted Jeep he had found at his dad’s house. So she ran into another man’s arms when he left? And if he was right about the kid’s age, she didn’t even wait for sunset before finding comfort in Tripp.

      He kicked the tire.

      Maybe he had left Ali, but he’d always been faithful. Always loved Ali, and only Ali. Left because he loved her too much to stay and watch himself destroy her.

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