The Family Plan. Cathy McDavid

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      “Hello, Jolyn.”

      She turned and came face-to-face with Susan and Joseph Raintree, Chase’s aunt and uncle. “Hi. How are you?” Collecting her scattered wits, she shook hands with both of them.

      “Welcome home,” Susan said kindly. She could have snubbed Jolyn as easily. Perhaps the Raintrees weren’t aware of her mother’s latest campaign. Chase had mentioned Dottie being closemouthed. “How long are you staying?”

      “I’m not sure.” Everyone Jolyn ran into asked her the same question. She gave her stock answer. “Depends on how business goes.” If she didn’t get some decent jobs soon, she might be gone before the end of summer. “How’s your family?” she inquired instead.

      Susan glowed. “Great. Gage and Aubrey got married this spring. They’re both working and couldn’t be here.”

      “Tell them congratulations for me, please.”

      Jolyn remembered Chase’s cousin Gage well, though he’d been less interested in rodeoing than Chase and more into sports during their high-school days. She knew Aubrey only slightly but liked her.

      “Hannah’s going to Pineville College, studying ranch management.” Susan crossed her fingers. “She should graduate at the end of fall semester if she can pass all her classes.”

      “You ready to leave?” Joseph grumbled.

      He’d obviously reached his tolerance of squealing little girls and effusive, chatty parents.

      Susan rolled her eyes. “It was nice seeing you again.” She linked her arm through Joseph’s and smiled up at him softly.

      “Same here.”

      Jolyn was immediately joined by a former classmate. The woman had a five-year-old daughter in the recital and was quick to mention she also had a son. Jolyn wondered how many of her old friends were now married with families. Could this be why her mother had become obsessed with having a grandchild?

      “Sorry to take so long.” Chase returned just as her old friend was leaving. He stood close to Jolyn, not that he had to. The crowd was thinning with each passing second. “Shall we?” He motioned toward the door.

      Jolyn nodded, her throat suddenly dry. Here, at last, was the moment of truth. Her first official bid presentation to a prospective client. How well it went could affect many things, including the duration of her stay in Blue Ridge and if she could make a go of Sutherland Construction Company.

      She might feel more confident about the outcome if her mother weren’t trying to wreck Chase’s life.

      Chapter Three

      Chase opened the back door to his aunt and uncle’s house and hollered, “Anybody home?”

      “Come in,” his cousin Hannah called.

      Mandy squeezed in ahead of him, making a sweeping entrance into the kitchen. She was still wearing her recital costume and riding high from all the excitement.

      “Did you see the show, Aunt Hannah?” she asked, executing an awkward but charming pirouette.

      “No, sweetie, I didn’t.” Hannah applauded when Mandy was done, then scooped her up for a hug. “I just got home from school. But your Aunt Susan videotaped it. We’re all going to watch it after supper.”

      “You have to go to school?”

      “’Fraid so.”

      “But it’s summer.”

      “College is different. I’m trying to graduate early so I have to go during the summer. Nights and weekends, too.”

      Mandy made a face. “That sucks.”

      “Watch your language,” Chase warned.

      His cousin gave him a bemused glance as she released a squirming Mandy. “She’s right, it does.”

      “Been there, done that. It’s hard, but you’ll get through it.”

      Chase had pushed himself to finish veterinary school in record time. In his case, because he had a wife and baby daughter at home. A wife he barely talked to in those days.

      Eventually, he and SherryAnne managed to tolerate each other. Even to get along at times. When SherryAnne announced she was divorcing him and leaving Blue Ridge to pursue a career as a professional barrel racer, Chase was disappointed, but not surprised. They’d agreed when Mandy was born to stick it out so that their daughter would have the benefit of being raised by two parents. That commitment had lasted seven years.

      They’d never fought for custody. SherryAnne wanted her freedom and Chase wanted his daughter. His daughter. No one else’s.

      Chase had learned about SherryAnne’s infidelity by accident early in her pregnancy. He’d stayed with her until Mandy was born, planning to have DNA testing done soon after. It proved unnecessary. Chase didn’t need a test to tell him what he knew in his heart to be true.

      “Hey there, you two.” Chase’s Aunt Susan came into the kitchen and ooh’d and aah’d appropriately when Mandy spontaneously performed part of her dance routine. “Aubrey just got off work,” she said after Mandy curtsied. “She and Gage are picking up pizza from Sage’s Bar and Grill on their way back from town.”

      “Pizza, pizza,” Mandy singsonged and went in search of Chase’s Uncle Joseph to give yet another miniperformance to an admiring fan.

      “She’s so cute.” Susan smiled dotingly. She and Joseph had become like substitute grandparents to Mandy after Chase’s parents had moved to Mesa. They still visited but only occasionally, usually around the holidays. Chase rarely had time off to visit them, something he hoped to change. As a result, Mandy spent a lot of time at the ranch. Chase, too, when he could get away. “You probably aren’t crazy about me saying this,” Susan went on, “but she’s the spitting image of SherryAnne.”

      “She is.” Chase couldn’t deny the obvious. Mandy, with her red hair and freckles, had always favored her mother, for which he was glad.

      His greatest concern was that Mandy might hear disturbing gossip about her mother or become the object of taunts and teasing. Protecting her 24/7 was beyond his abilities. Neither could he bring himself to tell her about her mother’s affair before someone else did. She was too young and too vulnerable.

      A year between visits from SherryAnne had been hard on Mandy. Seeing her dancing around the kitchen in her recital costume, grinning from ear to ear, gave Chase hope that she would eventually rebound from her mother’s abandonment.

      He hated to admit it, but he was thankful to Dottie Sutherland. She and her dance classes had restored some of the missing light in his daughter’s eyes. Dottie had also, as promised, not said one word to Mandy about her mother’s affair with Steven.

      “I saw Jolyn at the dance recital.” Aunt Susan removed a stack of paper plates from the cupboard. “She looks good.”

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