Colton's Surprise Family. Karen Whiddon

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      Kind of the way Damien felt about Eve.

      Saying his goodbyes, Damien headed back into the cold and climbed into his pickup.

      On the way home, acting completely on impulse, he turned down the road that led toward Eve’s place. Yellow light beamed from the windows, warm and inviting. Cruising to a stop in front of her house, he eyed the beautiful log home. What would she do if he went up and rang the doorbell? Would she let him in or turn him away?

      Debating, he finally put the truck in Drive and turned around, this time heading back to the Colton ranch.

      Arriving at home, he parked and went around to the back door, knowing this way he had a better chance of avoiding Darius if he were skulking around and drinking. Coming in through the mudroom, off the back downstairs bathroom, he opened the door quietly, trying to make as little noise as possible, and just about ran into Jeremy, Maisie’s fourteen-year-old son.

      Even with the lights off, Damien could see the boy had been crying. Tears still glittered on his adolescent cheeks.

      “Are you okay?” Damien asked, hating the inane question, but not sure if his nephew would welcome his intrusion.

      “No.” Jeremy sniffed, swiping at his face. “I’m not okay.”

      Which meant either Darius or Maisie had done something. And, since Maisie was still in town with Gary Jackson, his money was on Darius.

      “What’s the matter?”

      “Darius,” Jeremy snarled. “Darius is what’s the matter.”

      The first time Damien had heard his nephew address his grandfather by his given name, he’d been startled, but Maisie had told him Darius had forbidden the use of any name relating to grandfather. Figured. He’d always refused to allow his own children to call him Dad or even Father.

      “What about Darius?” Damien asked cautiously. “What’s he done now?”

      “What hasn’t he done? He makes my mother look like a saint. He’s crazy.”

      Instantly wary, since he’d thought pretty much the same thing, Damien scratched his head. “Maybe so,” he allowed. “But you still haven’t told me what happened.”

      About to speak, Jeremy made a gagging sound and jerked away. He ran for the toilet and hunched over it while he threw up.

      Alcohol? Food poisoning? Damien tried to remember all the crazy stunts he himself had tried at fourteen. He’d only been home a few months, but from what he’d seen of Jeremy, the kid appeared to be a real straight arrow.

      Waiting patiently, Damien handed his nephew a paper towel to wipe his mouth.

      “You’ve got to help me,” the boy blurted. “Darius said he’s selling my horse.”

      “What?” Damien drew back. “Why? What’d you do?”

      Selling someone’s horse was the worst possible punishment for a cowboy on a ranch. A horrible suspicion occurred to him. “Were you drinking or using drugs?”

      “No.” Now Jeremy appeared shocked. “Of course not. Darius caught me smoking cigarettes out by the barn.”

      Cigarettes? “When did you start smoking?”

      “I didn’t. I just wanted to try them to see what they were like.”

      “Ah, I see. I’m guessing he took them away?”

      “No.” The teenager gagged again, staggering back to the commode and retching. This started him crying again. Through his sobs, he glared up at Damien. “Darius made me eat them.”

      “Eat them? I don’t understand.”

      “He fed me the cigarettes. One by one. Made me chew and swallow each and every one of them, even the one I’d started to smoke.” The kid started looking green again. He swallowed hard. “And now I’m sick.”

      Stunned, Damien couldn’t understand his father’s logic. “That’s…”

      “Crazy. I know, right?”

      “Yeah.” Damien, too, had tried cigarettes around that age. He hadn’t liked it, and had never picked up a pack again, even in prison, where there were so little pleasures that men took whatever they could get.

      He waited until Jeremy seemed all right.

      “How long ago did this happen?”

      “Half an hour. Why?”

      “Just wondering where Darius is.”

      Anger flashed again in the teenager’s eyes. “I don’t know.”

      “Where’s everyone else?”

      Lifting one thin shoulder in a shrug, Jeremy gagged again. “Dunno.”

      Which meant no one else was around. Duke was probably out with Susan and Wes and Finn had long ago gone home. Damien and Maisie had both been in town.

      Jeremy had been left on his own with Darius. Sure, Sharon had probably been here, but the woman stayed in her room ninety percent of the time.

      Damn. Damien wanted to punch something. Or someone. He really didn’t want another confrontation with Darius right now.

      “If he sells Charger, I’m going to run away,” Jeremy vowed. “I’ve raised that gelding from a colt.”

      “I know you have,” Damien soothed. “I’ve heard he’s a fine stock horse, too.”

      “He ought to be.” Jeremy lifted his chin, furiously wiping at his tear-streaked cheeks. “I’ve spent the better part of three years working with him.”

      “That long?”

      “Yep. Darius gave him to me for my eleventh birthday.”

      “That settles it. You can’t take back a birthday present.”

      “I know. But you know what he said? If he gives, he can sure as hell take away.”

      “I’ll talk to him,” Damien heard himself promise. “I won’t let him sell Charger.”

      Jeremy lifted his head. Hope flashed in his young face. “You mean it?” Then, before Damien could answer, the fourteen-year-old launched himself at his uncle, barreling into him and wrapping his arms around him tightly.

      “I’ll try,” Damien choked out.

      “Thank you, thank you,” the boy muttered fervently. “I can’t let anything happen to Charger. He’s all I’ve got.”

      Something in the kid’s broken tone reminded Damien of himself. Except Jeremy at least had a horse. Damien had nothing and no one. But then, he didn’t need anyone. Jeremy plainly did.

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