A Last Chance Christmas. Vicki Thompson Lewis

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      Sarah put down her wineglass. “I thought I heard you two out in the hall.”

      As Sarah made the introductions, Ben stepped forward and shook hands with Pete, who’d been one of the biggest contributors to the saddle fund. “It’s a pleasure.”

      Obviously Pete wasn’t about to give anything away at the zero hour. “I admire your can-do spirit.” He raised his glass in Ben’s direction. “I’m not sure I’d drive all the way from Sheridan to look at horses in this weather.”

      “I’m used to the weather and I had some free time. Jack promised I wouldn’t be in the way.” Ben had been prepared to like the guy, and Pete’s casual friendliness didn’t disappoint him.

      “Heck, no,” Pete said. “Always room for one more at a party. Right, Sarah?”

      “Absolutely. The more the merrier. It isn’t every day a girl turns seventy.”

      Pete gasped and placed a hand over his heart. “You’re that old?”

      “Stuff a sock in it, Peter.” Sarah laughed. “I’m still younger than you. Now, please get Ben something to drink while I pour Molly a glass of wine. I already know that’s what she wants.”

      “Yes, I sure do. That’s a terrific red wine. I’m stocking up on some when I get home.”

      Pete turned to Ben. “What can I get for you?”

      “Jack and I each had a bottle of dark beer this afternoon. Can’t remember the brand. I wouldn’t mind another one of those if you have it.”

      Pete set his glass on a coaster. “Let’s mosey down to the kitchen and find out if there’s a cold one in the fridge. If Jack likes it, we probably have a supply.” Once they were in the hallway and out of earshot, Pete lowered his voice. “I had a chance to talk to Jack and he raved about the saddle.”

      “Good. I’m glad he’s happy.”

      “I want to see it, but I haven’t come up with a good excuse to go out to the tractor barn without making Sarah suspicious.”

      “Nick and Gabe have looked at it, and they seem satisfied.”

      “Damn. My curiosity is killing me. I wish everybody who chipped in could be here tomorrow for the big reveal, but several couldn’t come for both her birthday and Christmas. So they asked her when she’d rather have them arrive, and she picked Christmas.”

      “So, who won’t be coming tomorrow?”

      “Jack’s two half-brothers, Wyatt and Rafe Locke and their wives will wait and come for Christmas. I’m pretty sure their mother Diana also will be here then. She’s Jack’s mother, too, of course, but it’s hard for me to think of her that way.”

      “Hang on. Sarah isn’t Jack’s biological mother?”

      “No. She adopted him after she married Jonathan. I don’t blame Jack for procrastinating on that family tree project of Molly’s. His part is complicated. His biological mother, Diana, divorced his dad when Jack was a toddler. She left Jack here, ran off to San Francisco and married this guy Locke. They had twin boys, Rafe and Wyatt.”

      “That must have been tough on Jack.”

      “Yeah. Having his mom leave was bad enough, but he didn’t know she’d had two more kids until Wyatt showed up here one day, a couple of years ago.” Pete led Ben through the large dining room and into the kitchen, Mary Lou Sims’s domain.

      Ben had met her earlier when he and Jack had come into the kitchen looking for beer.

      Mary Lou closed a door on the double oven and turned, her fly-away gray hair curling in the moist heat. “Hi, guys. Let me guess. Ben wants another beer like the one he had before.”

      “That’s right,” Pete said. “We got any more?”

      “You know we do.” Mary Lou crossed to the commercial-sized refrigerator. “Jack sees to it.” She took out a bottle. “Want a glass, Ben?”

      “No, thanks. The bottle’s fine.”

      Mary Lou twisted off the cap and smiled as she handed the bottle to him. “I’ve been hearing great things about that saddle. Everybody says it’s gorgeous.”

      Pete rolled his eyes. “And everybody needs to quit talking about it. Sure as the world, Sarah’s going to overhear one of those conversations and figure out what’s up.”

      “Aw, we’re all being careful.” Mary Lou waved a dismissive hand. “We have less than twenty-four hours until the unveiling. It’ll be fine.”

      “I hope you’re right. How soon before dinner’s ready?”

      “Give me another thirty minutes or so.”

      “Will do. Thanks, Mary Lou.” Pete put an arm around her for a quick hug. “You’re the best.”

      She laughed. “Yes, I am, and don’t ever forget it.”

      “I wouldn’t dare. Sarah would kick me out. Come on, Ben. Let’s go join the women.”

      Ben had been sorting through what Pete had told him about Jack and his biological mother. “Is Diana Native American?”

      “Half-Shoshone, half-Caucasian, which is where Jack gets his coloring.”

      Ben nodded. “I wondered about that. So, Jack has two half-brothers on his mother’s side, Wyatt and Rafe, and two on his dad’s side, Nick and Gabe. That’s wild. How does Sarah feel about Diana coming around?”

      Pete smiled. “I think the first time was awkward, but she’s...amazing. She’s forgiven Diana, even though the woman left her kid and never looked back.”

      “Wow.”

      “That’s not all. Diana also kept his existence and her former marriage a secret from her new family for years. But when Sarah realized how miserable Diana was about it all, she accepted her as part of the family. I don’t know if Sarah’s forgiven Nick’s mother, though.”

      “You mean Sarah isn’t Nick’s mother, either?”

      “Nope. After Diana left Jonathan, he went sort of crazy and had an affair with a free spirit who was just passing through. She kept her pregnancy to herself and had Nick without notifying Jonathan. When Nick was six months old, his mother died in a sky-diving accident. Baby Nick arrived in a cab with a lawyer, and Sarah took the little guy in and raised him as her own. But she doesn’t have kind words for Nick’s mother.”

      “I’ll bet not. Sounds like one flakey lady.”

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