The Cowboy Next Door & Jenna's Cowboy Hero: The Cowboy Next Door / Jenna's Cowboy Hero. Brenda Minton

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      “I can’t stay out here all day, alone.” Corry paced through the sunlit living room of the farmhouse, plopping down on the overstuffed floral sofa that Lacey had bought used the previous day.

      Lacey turned back to the window and watched as Jay made his way down the road to the home he’d grown up in. A perfect house for a perfect life.

      For a while he’d even had a perfect girlfriend, Cindy, a law student and daughter of a doctor. The perfect match. Or maybe not. He was back at home, and Cindy was off to California pursuing her career. Lacey knew all of this through the rumor mill, which worked better than any small-town paper.

      And the other thing they said was that it was all because of Jamie. But no one really talked about who Jamie was and what she meant to Jay Blackhorse.

      “Come on, Lace, stop ignoring me.” Corry, petulant and high-strung. Lacey sighed and turned back around.

      “You’ll have to stay here. I have to work, and I can’t entertain you.”

      “I’ll go to town with you.”

      “No, you’re not going with me.”

      “Why not?” Corry plopped down on the sofa and put her feet up on the coffee table.

      “Because I said so.” Lacey rubbed a hand across her face. “This is not what I want to do every day, Corry. I don’t want to raise you. You’re a grown woman and a mother. If you’re going to be bored, we’ll find a sitter for Rachel and you can get a job.”

      Corry frowned and drew her legs up under her. The baby slept in the bassinet someone from church had donated to their new home. They both looked at the lace-covered basket.

      “You know I can’t work,” she whispered, for a moment looking vulnerable.

      “You stay home with the baby, Corry. Be a good mom and let me worry about working.”

      “I’m not worried about it.”

      Of course she wasn’t. “Fine, then you can be responsible for cooking dinner.”

      “I can’t cook. Well, maybe mac-n-cheese or sandwiches. Not much else.”

      “You can learn. I have cookbooks.”

      At the word cookbook she saw Corry’s eyes glaze over, and the younger woman looked away.

      “I want to call my friends and let them know where I am.” Corry plucked at the fabric on the couch. “They’ll be wondering what happened to me.”

      Lacey shook her head, fighting the sliver of fear that snaked into her belly when she thought about the kind of friends that Corry had. She didn’t want that old life invading Gibson.

      “You can’t drag the old in with the new, Corry.”

      “Just because you walked away from everyone doesn’t mean that I have to.”

      “I didn’t walk away, I started over.”

      “I don’t see how you can like it here.”

      Lacey stood up but didn’t answer. She picked up her cell phone and slipped it into her pocket, a way to let Corry know that she meant it when she said her sister couldn’t contact people from her past.

      “I’ll be home by four o’clock. But after dinner, I have to go to Springfield for a few hours.”

      “Fine, have fun. Don’t worry about me, stuck out here, alone, nothing to do.”

      “I won’t.”

      Lacey grabbed the backpack off the hook on the wall and walked out the front door, letting it bang shut behind her. She heaved the backpack over her shoulder and glanced back, seeing Corry on the sofa, watching.

      She couldn’t tell Corry about the classes in Springfield, or what they meant to her. Corry wouldn’t understand. Lacey was one month away from finishing high school. She would finally have a piece of paper to show that she had accomplished her goal.

      As soon as the GED certificate was in her hands, she wanted to enroll in college. She wanted to be a teacher.

      She wanted to help children who, like Corry, had never had a chance. Maybe if those children had someone to believe in them, their lives would take different paths than the path her sister had taken.

      * * *

      It was after ten o’clock Friday night when Jay saw headlights easing down the long drive to the old farmhouse that Lacey had rented. He dropped his book and went to the window.

      “Who is it?” His mom turned down the volume on the news program she was watching.

      “I’m not sure. Someone pulling into Lacey’s.”

      Lacey’s house was dark.

      “You should go check on them. They don’t have a phone yet.” His mom had joined him at the window. She peered out into the dark night. Clouds covered the full moon but Jay could see stars to the south.

      “Mom, СКАЧАТЬ