The Reluctant Rancher. Leigh Riker

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       CHAPTER THREE

      ON HER WAY back to the house, Blossom shook so hard her teeth clacked together. But she forced herself not to run. She could sense Logan staring at her from the barn doorway, but she wouldn’t let him see that he’d frightened her. Reminded her of why she was running.

      She hated feeling afraid.

      There was no need to be scared. She’d finally found a place where she wouldn’t startle awake each night to find herself in yet another cheap motel room. Lying in the dark, listening to the rush of traffic on the road, clutching a musty blanket to her throat, her other hand on her stomach, waiting for that sharp pounding at the flimsy door.

      Mornings had rarely been better. Over breakfast whenever she could afford a meal, Blossom planned the next leg of what she liked to think of as her journey to freedom. In the past month she’d changed cars three times, paying cash so Ken couldn’t track the transaction. Each “bargain” buy had cost less than the last, and she’d bought from people who didn’t worry about such minor things as a title transfer, but she’d kept moving even when she was cold, hungry, out of hope, out of money...and always afraid.

      Shivering in her loose chinos and big shirt, she climbed the back steps to the house. She’d changed her style, too, thrown away the bright clothes she preferred and all the designer labels Ken had bought her. She didn’t want to be noticed anymore like some shiny trophy, didn’t want to be “seen.”

      Then why this heart-pounding sense of alarm now, this leaden feel to her limbs?

      In the kitchen she dropped onto a chair, still cold and shaking and in darkness even though the room was bathed in sunlight. She should be thankful. Today she wasn’t on some back road to avoid the highways, praying her old sedan would make it to the next stop.

      She propped her elbows on the kitchen table, buried her face in her hands. Yet she was afraid and Logan had seen through her.

      And with that, she was back in Philly again in Ken’s condo with the bathroom door lock that didn’t work when she needed it most...remembering all the things she couldn’t seem to do right, no matter how she tried to forget.

      The memories shrieked through her mind like tires on wet pavement, like her life was then, skidding out of control...

      * * *

      “YOU WOULDN’T LAST a day without me.”

      Looming over her, Ken shook a paper in Blossom’s face. Through a tangle of curls she stared up at him, wondering what she’d done this time. Every night before he came home from work, she hurried around the condo, changing the king-size sheets, taking care to make crisp hospital corners that were folded and tucked in just so, as her father and Ken had taught her to do, then checking the pots on his fancy stove to make sure she didn’t let their meal burn or boil over and create another mess.

      “I haven’t done anything!” she insisted.

      “You can’t even remember to pay a parking ticket. This citation was written a month ago—and you hid it in my glove compartment!”

      Oh, God. She’d forgotten. She’d borrowed Ken’s car while hers was at the Lexus dealer’s to be washed and waxed. She’d gone to a doctor’s appointment, which he didn’t know about. Ever since she’d used the home pregnancy-test kit, Blossom couldn’t seem to find the right time to tell him.

      “Ken, I’ll pay it tomorrow.”

      “Do you know how important I am in this burg? You’ll pay it now! Before word gets around that I’m engaged to a scatterbrain.”

      Blossom frowned. Who would tell anyone about the ticket but him? But then, as he’d said often enough, Ken did have a reputation to safeguard. He was a successful real estate developer. He knew everyone—and everyone knew him. It was Blossom who’d become invisible without quite knowing how it happened.

      As if he’d fired a starting gun for a race, she streaked for the living room, her entire being focused on the checkbook in his desk drawer. She needed to fix this, to make Ken smile again. He was right. She’d been careless, and not for the first time. She was stupid, useless, worthless...

      She was halfway across the room when he jerked her around.

      “In person. You get down to the police station. Now.” His hands tightened on her upper arms, his face red.

      She didn’t dare to meet his gaze. He’d also taught her not to look directly at him, which he saw as some kind of challenge to his authority. “Ken, I’d have to go to the courthouse instead. I had ten days to pay by mail but that’s already passed.”

      “Then do it. Now,” he repeated. “Didn’t you hear me?”

      He would have shaken her, but Blossom managed to free herself from his painful grasp. Keeping pace with her, he pushed her toward the front door. “How long do you think you’d survive on your own without me to fix your messes? Huh?”

      Her shoulders slumped. What had she done to make their relationship so miserable? She wanted to curl inside herself, to disappear. How could she feel this СКАЧАТЬ