A Cowboy's Pride. Karen Rock

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ broad shoulder and share her troubles the way she once had. But that’d be owning up to failure, something her pride wouldn’t allow.

      “This is a nice surprise.” Her mother pulled open the fridge and stooped to rummage inside it. A moment later she produced a box of animal crackers.

      “You refrigerate those?”

      “Timmy likes to eat them cold.”

      As if on cue, Katlynn’s nephew galloped past her and tugged on his grandmother’s hem. “Are you gonna play with me, Grammy?”

      “Hey, Timmy.” Katlynn scooted down to his height and mussed his wispy brown hair. “I’m your aunt Katlynn.”

      The four-year-old buried his face in her mother’s housecoat then peeled back the material to peek at her, one-eyed.

      “Who’s that?” he whispered loudly.

      “Your aunt, honey.” Her mother smoothed down his cowlick. “Why don’t you give her a hug?”

      “No.” Timmy snatched the animal crackers and bolted down the short hall to the house’s three bedrooms.

      “Don’t mind him. He’s just never seen you before.” Her mother motioned for Katlynn to follow her into the living room then shoved a pile of coupon flyers off the couch, clearing a space.

      The sofa sagged to the ground as Katlynn dropped into it. She hauled herself back to the edge and examined the shabby furnishings, dismayed by the conditions. Crate boxes served as a TV stand for the old set. A shadeless table lamp, its lightbulb exposed, stood on the floor beside a torn armchair. Stuffing spilled from the back of the seat and covered the matted maroon carpet as if it’d snowed.

      “How are you, Ma? Did you get my check last week?”

      “Keeping busy. Haven’t had a chance to deposit it yet, but thank you. Though you know you don’t have to do that.”

      “I know,” Katlynn assured her mother. “It makes me feel good to help out.” Since her father’s work injury a couple years ago, her parents survived on his disability checks and Katlynn’s contributions, which, she now saw, were woefully inadequate. She’d instruct her assistant to send three times the amount.

      What would happen to them if Katlynn’s show was canceled? Her determination to nail this episode rammed into a higher gear. The Cade-Loveland segment would be the show of the season...no...the series.

      Her ma patted Katlynn’s knee with a gnarled hand, the sight raising her alarm. Her crooked fingers looked worse than she remembered. “You’ve always been a hard worker. Had your first job when you were, what? Eleven?”

      “Ten,” Katlynn corrected, gripping her mother’s stiff hand.

      “That’s right. You were cutting lawns with that old rotary push mower you found in the shed. Never knew how you had the strength to haul it around the neighborhood.”

      “We all pitched in back then. Pa said every bit counted. Is he here?”

      “Keith ran him to Denver for an MRI.” Ma pinched a couple of yellow fronds from a fern plant in a ceramic baby shoe.

      “Is his back worse?”

      “Same. It’s just an annual checkup.”

      “Did you get my messages?” Katlynn glanced around for the phone but spied only an empty jack. “I called the landline and your iPhone. You still have it, right?”

      “Sorry, honey. I know it was a Christmas gift, but I couldn’t figure it out. Plus, we hardly ever get reception out here so I gave it to John.”

      Katlynn’s oldest brother—who hadn’t relayed her voice mail messages. Typical. “I’ll buy you another while I’m in town and show you how to use it.”

      Her mother shook her head. “I don’t want you wasting your money on us. It’s best if you keep it in the bank. You never know when you’re going to need it.”

      Katlynn stared at her. When was the last time anyone refused her gifts? How strange to be around someone who wanted nothing from her. “Let me worry about that, Ma.”

      Still. Her mother had a point. If the show was canceled, she’d be out of work for who knew how long before she landed her next gig. She’d gotten lucky to even win an audition for Scandalous History. After her agent’s mother’s bridge partner mentioned her son’s project, a historical investigation show, she’d sent in Katlynn’s head shots and CV, which included her double major in broadcasting and history.

      During the audition, Katlynn and the executive producer connected over their shared love of Wild West lore, a conversation that continued over lunch and ended in her being offered the plum job the following week.

      Digging into an old-time-Western family feud was exactly the kind of story to fire her imagination and, hopefully, the audience’s. Regardless of her irritating attraction to her ex, she’d savor this project, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to solve a historical mystery.

      “Can I get you anything to eat?” Ma’s deep-set eyes ran over Katlynn. “You look too thin.”

      Her mouth dropped open before she caught herself. “I’m good, thanks. Don’t go to any bother.”

      When was the last time she’d eaten a home-cooked meal?

      The stick-to-your-ribs kind?

      Every LA restaurant seemed to be vegan, gluten-free, dairy-free places where ordering a steak felt like a felony.

      Her mouth watered just thinking about juicy barbecue.

      “It’s no trouble. Hardly ever have time to spend with any one of my kids, so when I do, it’s a treat.”

      Katlynn’s eyes stung, and she threw her arms around her mother, pulling her close, smelling the fresh scent of the outdoors on her housecoat.

      “What’s that for?” Ma asked when Katlynn released her, smiling.

      “I love you.”

      “I love you, too, honey. Wish I’d known you were coming. I’d have cleaned up the place. It’s been a little crazy around here lately, plus my arthritis is acting up. The change in weather always gets me.”

      “I wish you’d let me fly you out to LA. I know some wonderful doctors who—”

      “Dr. Walker’s treated our family for generations. He knows me better than any of those fancy doctors. I’m just fine, honey. So, tell me about you. What kind of story are you doing here?”

      “I’m investigating the Cade-Loveland feud.”

      Her ma’s hands rose to cover her rounded mouth. “Have you seen Cole?” she said through her fingers.

      “Yes.”

      “How’d it go?”

      “Fine. We’re both adults.”

       СКАЧАТЬ