The Last Bridge Home. Linda Goodnight
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Название: The Last Bridge Home
Автор: Linda Goodnight
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
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So was he. “I know.”
“Can you live with yourself if you don’t do something?”
He wished the answer was different but admitted, “I don’t know. Probably not. God help me.” And he meant that voiced prayer with every cell in his weak brain.
“She’s dying, Zak. She must be scared. For herself. For her kids.” She squeezed the back of his hand. “I can’t imagine how terrible her life must be right now.”
“You’re killing me.”
“I’m trying to put myself in her position. What would I do? What would I need? How hard would it be to ask a near stranger for charity? You can’t turn your back. Even if the marriage is on paper only, the two of you are connected. You made a vow to her, even if it was ten years ago. You have an obligation, under God and the law.”
Jilly was his best friend. She wouldn’t steer him wrong. She wanted the best for him and she wasn’t any happier about this than he was, but her head was clearer. His was as tangled as spaghetti. As a Christian, he wanted to do what was right. As a single man, he wanted to jump in his Titan 4x4 and hit the road.
“I can’t take on three kids. I won’t.”
“It’s a huge decision.”
“Exactly. Those kids need a family. They need someone who wants them and can give them the attention kids deserve. That is not me.”
Jilly patted his shoulder. “You’re a good guy.”
“No, I’m not. I’m struggling.”
“You’ll do the right thing.”
He turned his head to look at her. “Why weren’t you around ten years ago to say that?”
She smiled a funny smile. “I wish I had been.”
Zak figured he should do some serious knee time, but God hadn’t gotten him into this mess in the first place. If he’d been living right back in college, he might have been smarter. Or not. The fact remained, he hadn’t been.
“A motel room is no place for a sick woman and a pack of rug rats,” he conceded.
“She can’t stay there indefinitely, and if she has nowhere to go… You need to find out, Zak. Does she have anywhere else to go?”
“I’ll talk to her again.”
“And then what?”
He sighed, weary and confused, a load of responsibility bearing down with colossal weight. “I don’t know.”
As a Christian, his conscience said he had to help Crystal, even though their relationship ended years ago. If helping meant bringing her into his home where she could be at peace for her remaining days, maybe he could do that. But the arrangement was temporary. Only temporary.
Maybe, just maybe, a miracle would happen and a family would be found for three orphaned children.
Because he couldn’t keep those kids. No matter what.
Chapter Four
Even though Zak spotted Crystal’s battered car parked near one of the tidy, flower-rimmed motel units, he stopped at the office first. Call it stalling, call it cowardice, but he wasn’t ready to talk to Crystal again. His head was still as muddy as the Redemption River on a rainy day.
The little bell tinkled above the door as he stepped into the cool, rose-scented office, nerves jittery. The blond proprietress, Kitty Wainright Carter, came around a souvenir display counter with a cheerful smile.
Zak spoke first. “You’ve changed things in here.”
The office had once been a memorial to her late war-hero husband. Now, the depressing military shrine had been replaced with whimsical souvenirs of the Oklahoma Land Run and the Old West.
“What do you think?”
“Looks good.” A small beagle-type dog came from behind the case to greet him. Zak bent down and scratched the floppy ears. “Hi, Milo.”
“Redecorating is fun,” Kitty said, “though I’m not doing much of it anymore. Harvey and Faye run the desk for me now full-time. I only came in today to put up the schedule and check on things.”
“I heard you were going to sell out.”
“We are at some point, but so far, no takers.” She widened her eyes and laughed. For a small woman, she had a big laugh. “Imagine that. No one wants to buy a tiny old motel in a small town.”
“They don’t know what they’re missing.” He tapped a cowboy bobble head wielding a lasso and watched it flop around. “So how are you feeling?”
Yes, he was doing some serious stalling. Idle conversation with a woman he saw every week at church was easier than offering his home to a dying stranger.
So was jumping off a cliff.
Kitty blushed a pretty pink and patted her barely pregnant belly. “Wonderful.”
“How’s Jace holding up?” Jace Carter, the local builder she’d married last summer, doted on his wife. Even though Zak didn’t get the whole daddy attraction, he recognized Jace as a man who would embrace fatherhood with fear, trepidation and pleasure.
Kitty laughed. “Not nearly as well as I am. He makes at least one trial run to the hospital every day. Yesterday, he had the time down to seven minutes flat.” She laughed again. “And I’m only four months along!”
Zak smiled. Jace Carter was quiet and deep, a decent guy who’d loved his wife for years before she knew it. “You’ll be great parents.”
“I hope so. We’re ready. Scared but ready.”
He understood the scared part. The ready, not so much. He was an emergency responder, trained to handle stress and to plunge into life-and-death situations. As a pitcher, he could face the toughest batter in the state with bases loaded and nobody out, and blow past him with a curve ball. In the case of Crystal, he was out of his league.
Man up, Ashford.
He shifted, stared at something in the display case called tornado in a can and said, “A woman and three kids checked in today.”
Now, that was a tornado he wished he could keep in a can.
Kitty nodded. “I noticed her last name was the same as yours. Is she a relative?”
Heat rushed up his back. Crystal had used his name? Right here in the town where he lived and worked and was well respected? Oh, man, what was he going to do if she let the cat out of the bag? He didn’t want his friends and neighbors knowing about the СКАЧАТЬ