The Lonesome Rancher / Finding Happily-Ever-After. Marie Ferrarella

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      An hour later, Jade had been hired as Louisa’s nurse, and shown the equipment that would rival some hospitals’ therapy rooms.

      Now, she was standing outside what would be her living quarters for the next month or so. She’d gotten the job, but she didn’t feel like she expected to feel. For the first time since learning of Clay Merrick, she was questioning her decision to come here.

      She opened the door and her breath caught. It was not where she expected to stay, not as hired staff. There was a sitting room with the walls painted a buttery-yellow, and carpet a light shade of green. A love seat was covered in ivory chenille and faced a marble fireplace. All the furniture looked to be expensive antiques.

      She continued through double doors and saw a four-poster bed with a sheer canopy draping over the top. The bedspread was a hand-sewn quilt in yellow and green hues. She touched one of the intricate appliquéd squares. The detail was incredible and she wondered if Louisa had made it. Then she saw the LM stitched along the edge.

      Again she glanced around the suite. It was all so perfect. And she didn’t belong here.

      There was still time to leave. She had time to tell Louisa that she’d changed her mind.

      She swung around as Marta walked in, pulling her wheeled suitcase. “Are you sure this is my room?” Jade asked.

      She smiled. “Sí, señorita. Señora Louisa told me to put your clothes in this one so you are close to her. She’s across the hall.”

      That could also mean Jade would be close to Clayton Merrick. “Doesn’t her husband also stay there? I mean, I don’t want to disturb them.”

      Marta shook her head. “Oh, no. Not since the Señora Louisa had her stroke.”

      Jade had a lot of questions about the senator, but decided they could wait. “I see.”

      Marta finished hanging her clothes in the closet. Since Jade had worn uniforms for work, her personal wardrobe was minimal to say the least, so the task was done quickly.

      “How long does Louisa usually nap?”

      Marta closed the dresser drawer. “About one hour.” She smiled. “Today she might be awake sooner.” Marta took Jade’s hand. “Thank you, señorita, for coming here. Mi prima needs you to help make her better.”

      This was the hard part for Jade. During their phone conversations, she’d gotten to like Louisa, but it suddenly hit Jade now how much her news could affect everyone. More than likely she’d be tossed out once they discovered who she really was. That was if the senator even believed her story. But still she’d come this far and needed to meet her father.

      To meet Senator Clay Merrick.

      The housekeeper opened the doors to the small terrace, then left the room.

      “Thank you, Marta,” Jade called to her.

      “De nada.” The housekeeper closed the door behind her.

      Jade sighed and sat down on the chair at the desk. It had only been in the past six months that she discovered her life had been a lie. Going through important documents, after her mother’s death, Jade had been shocked to find adoption papers.

      Renee Hamilton wasn’t her biological mother.

      Another shock, she found the name of Kathryn Lowery listed as her birth mother, but the father, unknown. She’d also found a copy of Kathryn Lowery’s journal.

      Jade reached in her purse and took out the old manila envelope that had been in her mother’s safe-deposit box. Inside were the only clues to her real identity. She stared down at the thirty-year-old photo. It was a group picture, but two people stood out. An attractive woman who looked to be in her early twenties. She stood out because the resemblance to Jade was uncanny. Kathryn had the same eyes as her daughter.

      The man was a little older, maybe in his late twenties. He had sandy-brown hair and dark eyes with a cleft in his chin. Jade touched the matching dimple in her own chin.

      She didn’t need to know the man’s name because in the backdrop of the picture was a large banner that read, Clay Merrick for U.S. Senate.

      Almost immediately after she found the papers, Jade had gone in search of Kathryn Lowery and discovered she once lived in Austin, but had died twenty years ago with complications from pneumonia.

      It had been easier to research Clay Merrick since he was a public figure. She’d discovered that he’d been married thirty years ago when he was involved with Kathryn Lowery. Had that been the reason he’d pushed her aside?

      Kathryn’s journal hadn’t said much, only how much she’d loved Clay. She’d worried about Merrick’s career, and she’d agonized over giving her baby away.

      Jade’s chest tightened feeling the rejection all over again. Had Kathryn even had the chance to tell Clay about the pregnancy? Had he been the one to insist she give the baby away?

      This had been what brought Jade to the River’s End Ranch—and the nursing job—and to the very real possibility that Clay Merrick was her father. She wasn’t even sure she could confront the man. If she did, would he listen to her, or would he deny it all?

      Jade folded the picture and put it away. All she knew was she couldn’t give up until she discovered the truth.

      Later that afternoon, Sloan finally got hold of the senator.

      “You should have been here to hire Mom’s nurse,” Sloan said as Jade Hamilton was getting settled in upstairs.

      “It was your mother who wanted to do this, son. Why, is there a problem with who she hired?”

      Only that Jade Hamilton was far too distracting for him. “No, so far as I can see. But you should still be here.”

      “I’ll be home as soon as I possibly can,” Clay answered. “Just after the vote comes to the floor.”

      Sloan knew the senator’s sense of duty. He also knew Clay loved Louisa, but lately he hadn’t been around much. Of course Louisa hadn’t been very receptive to her husband since her stroke. She had pushed Clay out of her bed, her room and practically out of her life.

      “I thought they had enough votes without you being there.”

      “How would it look if I’m not here working for my state?”

      “What about being here for Mom?”

      There was a long sigh. “I talk to Louisa every day. She doesn’t have a problem waiting another week until we recess.” There was a pause. “Of course, if there were someone to replace me here at the capitol, I could retire and be home full-time.”

      Clay had hinted about Sloan taking his senate seat since college. “Well, you’re going to have to look elsewhere, because I’m happy right here.” His father already knew that. Sloan had been involved in breeding free range cattle for the past five years, and that suited him totally.

      “Think about how much more you could do if you came to Washington. You could promote your projects. СКАЧАТЬ