Rodeo Sheriff. Mary Sullivan

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СКАЧАТЬ and they’d filled in for him. But now he needed to get back to his job.

      In one week, he would need this settled.

      Tori peeked her head out of the cave.

      “Honey, can we have snacks?”

      “Again? You want food again?”

      Madeline looked stricken by her tone, but Tori giggled, seeing right through Honey’s phony indignation. “We’re hungry already, Honey.”

      “Okay. Let’s see what else Vy brought for us.”

      “Can we have crackers and jam, Honey?”

      “What makes you think I have all of that, missy?”

      “You always haves them for me.”

      Honey burst out laughing, her smile a slash of rich sunshine on a cloudy day. God, she brightened his spirits.

      Cole basked in her reflected glow, trying to convince himself yet again that it was enough just to be near her. That he didn’t need more. That her good cheer was worth taking a risk when his past shouted, Don’t do it, fool! You know better.

      He’d arrived in town fourteen years ago with a few bucks in his pocket and not much else. Honey had been a budding teenager, fourteen at a guess, and far too young for him to even notice.

      He’d come from a bad and aching place. He’d put it all behind himself and had flourished here in Rodeo, working in law enforcement.

      Four years later, when she’d been old enough for him not only to notice but to fall for hard, Cole found he couldn’t utter a full sentence that made a damned bit of sense when Honey was around.

      She tied his brain and his tongue into knots.

      Honey brought out all of his old insecurities.

      By then, there’d also been Daniel in her life, and Cole had lost all hope.

      Seven years ago, Daniel had died. Not well or easily. Cole had witnessed it and, at Daniel’s request, had lied to Honey about aspects of it. Cole could never forget his role in that cover-up.

      Honey had been inconsolable for a long time.

      Six years ago, she’d lost her mother. He’d had no soothing words or caring hugs. He’d overcome a lot of the damage his parents had done to him, but not when it came to Honey.

      Even an expression of condolence had been more than he could make.

      The only way Cole had found to ease her pain was to help at the bar on the weekends. She and her mother had been a real team. Honey had grown up in this apartment over the bar her mother had named for her, hoping that someday her daughter would take it over. As soon as Honey was old enough, she had started to work there. When her mother died, she had inherited the bar.

      Cole had stopped in on the first Friday night after her mother’s death, intending to do nothing more than make sure Honey was okay.

      At that time, she hadn’t been used to running the place without her mother there. When Honey had needed a break, Cole had stepped behind the bar and filled in.

      Nothing had been said, by him or by her.

      Somehow, he’d just kept going back.

      Those Friday and Saturday nights were bittersweet torture, but he wouldn’t give them up for anything.

      Honey bent over Tori, laughing. “I do always have crackers for you, don’t I?” she said. A curtain of Honey’s blond curls covered Tori.

      Madeline’s tiny fingers inched forward and grabbed it. Automatically, Honey picked her up. Madeline nestled into her arms and into the shield of her hair.

      “Everyone to the table,” Honey ordered. “No crunchy crackers on my furniture, if you please.”

      They climbed onto the chairs and settled in to wait.

      Honey pulled out a box of saltines, buttered them and spread a little raspberry jam on each.

      She put plates of crackers in front of the children.

      Tori turned to kneel on the chair, grasping the rungs on the back and threw her arms around Honey. “I love you.”

      Honey bussed her loudly on her puckered lips. “I love you, too, Tori-ori-ori-o.”

      Madeline turned around to kneel on her chair and stare at Honey.

      About to return to the kitchen, Honey stopped, arrested. She glanced at Cole, unsure what to do. He didn’t know, either.

      He held his breath.

      Sure, Madeline had allowed Honey to hold her, but this went way past that.

      Madeline stretched her tiny arms toward Honey and pursed her tiny mouth.

      Honey approached cautiously and touched her lips to the rosebud mouth.

      When she eased away, she said, “Thank you, Maddy-addy-addy-o.”

      For a protracted moment, Madeline stared solemnly before scrambling around on her chair and sitting down. She picked up one cracker and took a tiny bite. It crumbled into her lap. Her lower lip wobbled.

      Honey said, “No problem. Those crackers do that all the time.”

      “To me, too, Honey. Remember before?” Tori asked.

      Honey brushed off the crumbs and threw them into the garbage. She pushed Madeline closer to the table and drew the plate right under her chin.

      “There. Now the crumbs will fall onto the plate.”

      Evan sat quietly watching it all. Cole crouched beside him and asked, “How’re you doing?”

      The child mumbled, “Okay,” but Cole hadn’t missed the longing while he watched Honey’s interplay with the girls.

      Honey’s keen eye caught it all. Cole should have known she would.

      When the children finished, Honey brought a damp washcloth over to wipe their hands. She started with Evan and made a fuss over him, so much so his cheeks turned red. Still crouched on his other side, Cole felt the same impulse Madeline had felt when Honey’s hair fell forward.

      He itched to run his fingers through it. Over the years, he’d wondered if it was as soft as it looked.

      Next, Honey finished with Madeline, who let her clean her jam-sticky hands.

      Madeline turned over her hands and held them in front of Honey.

      “Yes, I noticed your lovely nails. Chelsea did a fabuloso job, didn’t she?”

      Madeline nodded and Cole sighed.

      The child had accepted Honey through and through.

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