McKenna's Bartered Bride. Sandra Steffen

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СКАЧАТЬ McKenna, nice? “He just stopped in to say hello.” Now, to change to subject. “Did you and Savannah eat owl pills?” she asked around a smile. Kelsey was rarely wide-awake this time of night. “Do you want another drink of water?”

      Kelsey was so intent upon asking questions, she seemed to have completely forgotten about her ruse to lure Josie into her room. She didn’t even bother shaking her head. Instead, she pushed the glass away and asked, “Do you like him, Mama?”

      “I like most everyone,” Josie said, hedging.

      Kelsey rolled her eyes expressively. “Do you like Rory butter?”

      Josie considered the question. Rory was easier to be with, laugh with, talk with. But easier to like? “Go to sleep now.”

      “But Mama, I hafta know.”

      Kelsey’s theatrics were amazing. Josie had a feeling she was going to be in big trouble when her daughter hit puberty. “You have to know tonight?” she whispered.

      The imp nodded vehemently.

      “I like them both, Kelsey, but...”

      “Haley says you’ve gotta be in love before I can get a new daddy. Do you think you could love one of them by the last day of school?”

      So that was what this was all about. Josie placed the glass of water on the nightstand and smoothed the baby-fine hair away from her daughter’s face. Kelsey had been four years old when Tom had died. Now, two years later, her memories of her father were vague at best In some ways, Josie thought it was a blessing, because her little girl couldn’t miss somebody she couldn’t remember. But then Haley Carson, an older girl Kelsey met at school, had mentioned the annual family fun day that was held the last day of school each year, and how she and her father had won the three-legged race last year. Kelsey had been adamant about finding a new father ever since.

      “Couldn’t you just try to love one of them, please?”

      It made Josie feel sad, because she couldn’t give her little girl everything she wanted and needed. She tried to tell herself no parent could. “I love you enough for a hundred people, sweet pea”

      “I love you, too, Mama.”

      Kelsey’s sigh tugged on Josie’s heart strings and made her yearn to be everything to her child. “I’ll go with you on the last day of school.”

      The little girl sighed again and quietly closed her eyes. Josie wondered if all mothers felt so inadequate and so full of love at the same time. If only Tom hadn’t died.

      But he had, Josie told herself as she returned the glass to the bathroom. She stifled a yawn. Feeling blue, she assured herself she was just tired. She’d received two marriage proposals in one night from two different men, neither of whom so much as pretended to love her. No wonder she felt done in.

      Kelsey was happy, most of the time. As long as it was truly what she needed, there wasn’t anything Josie wouldn’t do for her child. But she couldn’t many a man she didn’t love just so Kelsey had two parents to bring to the fun day at school.

      Give the man a chance.

      She smiled just as she always did when she heard Tom’s voice. Meeting her own gaze in the mirror, she whispered, “Which man, Tom? Rory or Jake?”

      Her mind filled only with the sound of silence.

      She pushed her hair away from her forehead and did an about-face, grumbling to herself that men who were angels answered questions about as well as husbands who were still human.

      “Did you say something?”

      Jake’s voice brought her out of her reverie. Pausing in the doorway, she said, “I guess I was talking to myself.”

      “Is she okay?”

      Josie almost said, “Who?” Luckily she caught herself before she could embarrass herself further. For heaven’s sake, what was wrong with her?

      “Kelsey’s fine. She’s just a little wound up after spending the evening with her friend, Savannah Colter.”

      Jake glanced from the woman in the photograph he’d been studying to the woman standing across the room. In the picture, Josie was laughing up at a young man who was laughing in return. It was an action shot, slightly out of focus, and had probably been taken with a cheap camera. The playfulness and happiness came through as clear as day. In comparison the woman across the room looked tired and pale.

      “Is this your late husband?”

      She strolled to him, turning his hand so she could see the photograph in the frame. “That’s him. Thomas Callahan. The big lug.”

      Jake followed the course of her gaze to the ceiling. Other than a yellow water spot where the roof had leaked at one time or another, there was nothing to see.

      She turned her attention to the photograph and so did Jake. “He was twenty when we got married. I was nineteen. His parents had big plans for their only child. I was poor. Trailer trash, they called me. Tom happened to overhear. His mother tried to cover up, but his father came right out and told Tom he was making the mistake of a lifetime. ‘Go ahead and bed her,’ he said. ‘But for God’s sake, don’t marry her.’ Tom told his father he loved me, and if they couldn’t accept that, they no longer had a son. It was the only time I ever heard him raise his voice.”

      Jake studied Josie’s face. She was staring at the collar on his shirt, but he doubted it was what she was seeing. Her innermost feelings played across her features. Pride, fatigue, sadness. She’d loved the man in the picture. Jake wondered what it would feel like to be loved like that. Longing stretched over him, until it became all but impossible to fight his growing need to touch her. He almost reached for her hand, and Jake McKenna never reached for anyone.

      “How did he die?” he asked quietly.

      Her throat convulsed on a swallow, her eyes coming into focus. “We thought he had the flu. It was going around, but then, isn’t it always? Looking back, I should have known. But at the time I just never imagined he might be seriously, gravely ill. He had a headache, and he was weak. When he got worse instead of better, we went to the doctor. By then a week had gone by, and Tom was starting to babble, and it was hard for him to walk. The doctor took one look at him and put him right in the hospital for tests. Tom went into a coma later that night. He had brain cancer. People told us at the time it was a blessing that we hadn’t known, because it was incurable, fast growing and inoperable. At least Tom never had to deal with knowing he was going to die. But he never made amends with his parents, either. He died two days later. He was twenty-five.”

      Her voice had dipped so low Jake could practically feel it brushing across the toes of his boots. Her husband had been young. Too young to die. She’d been young, too. She’d already had her fill of bad luck and bad news, of heartache and difficult decisions. No wonder she hadn’t jumped at the chance to many him. No matter how badly he needed to find a wife, she would be better off without his problems.

      He took a backward step. “It’s time I was going.” He didn’t wait for her to say anything. Retrieving his hat on his way past the table, he crammed it on his head, opened the door, and walked through.

      “What will you do?” she asked.

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