Rodeo Sheriff. Mary Sullivan

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СКАЧАТЬ gaze slid away from her to the fist he pounded gently against the doorjamb. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

      She’d never heard a whisper about his past. Cole had a right to his privacy. She wouldn’t push it, but salvation signified huge feelings.

      She could feel his pain, but she couldn’t see how she could take care of the children and still run the bar.

      “Okay, listen, this is what we’ll do. Tomorrow you’ll have to interview more nannies until you find one. I can’t be it, Cole.”

      In his expression disappointment transmuted into acceptance. He exhaled roughly. “Will you take care of them while I talk to more people?”

      “I can’t. We have Rib Fest in front of the bar through lunch.”

      Cole groaned. “I forgot about that. Do you have to do it?”

      “It’s a fund-raiser for the revival of the fair and rodeo. I have a ton of ribs marinating downstairs. Chet’s coming in this evening to boil them.”

      He knocked his fist against the doorjamb again. She could see his mind working.

      “No.” She preempted him. “I will not leave Chet to take care of it alone. He’ll be cooking all morning and serving for two hours over lunch. We presold hundreds of tickets. It’s our biggest fund-raiser yet.”

      He opened his mouth, closed it.

      “You’re being unreasonable in your need and shock, Cole. Don’t ask me to cancel or abandon Chet.”

      He hung his head. “You’re right, of course.”

      “I can enlist my friends to help with them. While that’s happening, you interview more women to find someone who’s just right.”

      “What if no one else can get through to Madeline? So far, it’s only you, Honey.”

      “Don’t use guilt on me, Cole. I don’t appreciate it. I’ll spend as much spare time as I can with Madeline, but you have to find someone who can care for the children full-time. Okay?”

      Cole nodded, but she wasn’t at all certain she’d gotten through to him.

      “I mean it, Cole. I expect you to put in your best effort to find someone else.”

      “I will,” he promised, and she believed him.

      A tiny head peered around Cole’s legs—Madeline, her blue eyes a miniature version of her uncle’s, but large in her tiny face. Every bit as haunted as his, they softened Honey’s defenses, and that would not do.

      She couldn’t offer everything Cole needed, but she would give as much as she could.

      Madeline stared at the bed, took one step forward, changed her mind and retreated to hide against Cole’s leg.

      “You want to get up on it?” Cole asked.

      The tiny head, face pressed against Cole’s knee, nodded.

      The girl approached and touched the lace on Honey’s pillowcase.

      * * *

      COLE STEPPED FORWARD and lifted Madeline up onto all of Honey’s lace. A photo on the bedside table caught his eye.

      Daniel, with the devil in his bright eyes and a cheeky grin. Still in her bedroom. Still in her heart?

      Cole had lied to Honey about Daniel.

      He frowned and tried to shake off the old guilt, but couldn’t.

      Maddy snuggled into the middle of Honey’s five lace-covered pillows, stuck her thumb into her mouth and closed her eyes.

      “Oh!” Honey exclaimed. “We need to get her settled into wherever she’ll be sleeping tonight.”

      Cole realized the same thing. He picked up Madeline, whose eyes shot open. She stared wide-eyed at him and back at the bed, chin wobbling.

      “Let’s go home,” he said then grimaced when Madeline looked hopeful.

      “To your new home,” he qualified.

      Expression settling into resignation, she rubbed her head against Cole’s shoulder.

      Darling, you’re breaking my heart.

      Honey swore under her breath. Cole felt the same way. No child should have to face such harsh reality.

      Honey led them out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the living room.

      “We’re going to take the children to Cole’s apartment and get them settled in,” she told Rachel, who sat on the sofa nursing Beth under a blanket. Evan and Tori played quietly in the cave.

      “May I make a suggestion?” Rachel adjusted her daughter beneath the blanket.

      “What’s that?” Cole asked.

      “Why don’t you and Honey go over and get everything set up first while I watch the children?”

      “Good idea,” Cole said, so close behind Honey his breath ruffled her hair. He stepped away to lay Madeline down at the opposite end of the sofa and snagged an afghan to cover her.

      “We’ll be back soon,” he said.

      Honey headed downstairs, and Cole followed.

      They stepped into sunshine painting Main Street bright and sharp. Families wandered the street toward the park at the far end or drove through town at a leisurely Sunday pace as though this were a normal day, as though Cole hadn’t brought home two children today.

      Across the road and down a few stores, Cole unlocked the door to his apartment above the cop shop. They climbed a narrow staircase that opened into a living room.

      Cole wandered the room turning on lamps, because, despite the sunny day, not a lot of sunshine leaked in through the small window.

      He studied his place as though through Honey’s eyes.

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