The Cowboy's Christmas Baby. Carolyne Aarsen

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СКАЧАТЬ in a year. Hoping to focus on horse training, which is his first love. I don’t know if you remember him. He stayed with the Moores when his mother took off on him.”

      “Vaguely.” Erin hadn’t gotten too involved with many of the people in Saddlebank. When she was here, she had spent a lot of her time on the ranch walking in the hills, or riding. The ten months they lived in Knoxville, where their mother moved them after her parents’ divorce, were always a dissonant time for her. While her sisters loved being in Knoxville, and disliked being on the ranch the two months a year they were sent here by their grandmother after their mom died, she was the opposite. Though their grandmother tried, Erin knew it must have been difficult for her to raise three grandchildren. Erin, of all the children, seemed to sense the tension more keenly than her sisters did.

      So when they were shipped off to the ranch to be with their father, who reluctantly took them in, Erin found a peace that eluded her sisters. She would faithfully do the chores assigned to them by their father before he went off to his job as sheriff of Saddlebank County, then literally head to the hills with her sketchbook. She loved her time alone with her thoughts.

      And her God.

      She stopped reminiscing, turning to Lauren again. “Speaking of the Moores, I certainly didn’t think a cowboy like Vic was your type, either. You always were so businesslike. So proper and—”

      “Stick in the mud.” Lauren laughed as she brushed her hair back from her face, gold hoops swinging from her ears. “You can say it. I was.”

      “That’s not what I wanted to say,” Erin objected. “I meant, you were always so focused and so self-disciplined.”

      “Qualities I get to apply to running Aunt Laura’s flower shop right in Saddlebank now that she’s retiring.”

      “I’m glad to hear you’re taking it over,” Erin said. “I have such good memories of that place.”

      “Her home and store was a sanctuary for us,” Lauren said with a gentle sigh. “And we needed that from time to time. Though I think Jodie and I managed to find some peace the past few months. Since Dad died.”

      Erin felt it again. The tug of unmet expectations. The sorrow she’d felt when she heard her father had died and she couldn’t come to the funeral.

      “I’m so sorry I didn’t come,” she said, struggling once again with her shame. “I do want to visit his grave when we have a chance.”

      “We’ll go there. On Sunday.”

      Which meant she was expected to attend church.

      However she wasn’t getting into that now. They had other things to discuss.

      “He also wrote us each a letter when he found out he was dying,” Jodie said, laying her hand on Erin’s shoulder. “There’s one for you, too. I found them in the house when I was cleaning up.”

      Erin looked down at Caitlin, wondering what their straightlaced, overly strict father would have said about his first grandchild. Born out of wedlock.

      And more.

      “I’d like to read it. But later.” She had to get through this first hurdle—trying to find a way to explain to her sisters what had happened to her.

      “Yes. Later,” Jodie agreed.

      A beat of silence followed and Erin knew that while they had much to catch up on, her baby was, for lack of a better metaphor, the elephant in the room that could no longer be ignored.

      “So, this is Caitlin, like I said before,” she began, pleased her voice came out so steady. “She’s six weeks old. I was on bed rest for two months before her birth. That’s why I didn’t come to Dad’s funeral. I cut back on my graphic design work so I could focus on her.” The words came out stilted. Cold. As if she related the events of someone else’s life. “She was a Caesarean birth, which meant another few weeks of rest and taking it easy.”

      And another few weeks of putting off what she knew she had to have done many months earlier, when she discovered she was pregnant.

      Tell her sisters.

      It wasn’t until she knew they weren’t selling the ranch that she finally dared to return. Finally thought she might have a place to create a home for herself and her daughter.

      And she knew exactly where that would happen.

      “Oh, honey. You should have told us,” Lauren said, hitting her directly in the guilt zone.

      “I didn’t know how to tell you I got pregnant.” Erin cuddled Caitlin closer, fighting to maintain her composure, frustrated at the sorrow that threatened. She didn’t want to feel sorry for herself. She had made her own choices and was living with the consequences. She didn’t want Caitlin to even sense she might have regretted having her. “I didn’t know where Jodie was living,” she continued, swallowing down her tears. “You were dealing with the aftermath of Harvey leaving you days before your wedding. I knew how devastating that was for you so I didn’t think you needed my troubles. I was trying to handle this on my own.”

      No one said anything as the grandfather clock ticked off the seconds, then boomed the hour.

      “And now you’re here.” Jodie put her hand on Erin’s shoulder. “I’m glad you came.”

      “I am, too.” Erin gave her sister a careful smile. “Once I found out you girls weren’t selling the ranch I felt like I had a place to come back to.”

      “It is your home,” Lauren said. “Though, in our defense when we talked about selling it you said you didn’t care either way.”

      “If you sold it, I would have figured something else out. But knowing this place was available to me. That I had a share in it...” She let the sentence trail off.

      “You felt like you had a home,” Jodie finished for her.

      Erin nodded. “I know you girls didn’t always like coming here over the summer, but for me it was comfortable.”

      “You and your long forays into melancholy,” Lauren teased.

      Erin laughed, thankful for the gentle return to lightness and comfort.

      “And I’m going to ask the other awkward question,” Jodie said, her hand still resting on Erin’s shoulder. “Is Caitlin’s father involved?”

      Erin bit her lip trying to find the right way to tell them. “We aren’t together anymore.”

      “Is he supporting you in any way?”

      Was that a faintly chiding tone in Jodie’s voice or was she being especially sensitive?

      “He is not interested,” she said firmly. “And I don’t want to have anything more to do with him. It’s...what we had...is over.”

      She was skating on the very edge of vague but her response and her vehemence seemed to satisfy her sisters. She simply couldn’t deal with the past. She wanted to move forward into the new place she had found herself.

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