Long-Lost Mom. Jill Shalvis

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      Her sister was crying. Damn, she was no good at this. “Kristen.” What else could she say? What? “Please, oh, please, don’t cry. I’m so sorry.”

      “Jenna.” Kristen sniffed and sighed. “Oh, honey, I’m glad it’s you. I’ve been wanting...” She drew a ragged breath. “I’ve been hoping you’d call me someday.”

      Jenna’s head swam as spots of relief blurred her vision. “You’re...glad? You’re sure? I thought at first, when you didn’t say anything... I nearly hung up, I’m so nervous.”

      “No, oh, no,” Kristen said. “I didn’t mean to make you feel... God. I’m just so relieved, so happy, I couldn’t talk for a minute.” Apparently she no longer had that problem. “Where have you been, Jenna?” Kristen’s voice gained momentum as she regained her power of speech, though she still spoke in a tear-filled shaky voice. “And why haven’t you called before? I’ve been looking for you. For years. Years.”

      “You have?”

      “Yes. Say something else, just so I know I’m not dreaming.”

      The fist around Jenna’s heart loosened. “You sound the same. Perfect.”

      “You don’t sound the same at all.”

      Jenna would never sound the same again, thanks to the accident, but she didn’t want to talk about that now. “You’re sure? You’re really glad I called?”

      “Yes! Where are you? Don’t you dare hang up until you tell me, okay? Please, Jenna, let me see you.”

      Jenna hesitated, not because she didn’t want to see her sister, but because she was so stunned.

      “Jenna! You are going to let me see you?”

      Jenna opened her mouth, uncertain how to prepare her sister.

      Kristen started to cry. “Please?”

      “Kristen,” Jenna whispered, blinking hard as her sister’s soft sobs sounded in her ears. “Don’t cry. It’s going to be okay. Oh, God, I’m sorry.”

      “No, don’t...don’t be.” Now she laughed, and that, mixed with the crying, made her difficult to understand, but suddenly Jenna didn’t care because she was laughing and crying at the same time, too.

      “I’m just so relieved you’re okay,” Kristen gasped. “And you’re alive. I didn’t know, and—”

      “I’m alive.”

      “It feels so good to hear you. Jenna, we never talked about what happened—about that big fight with Mom, and then...”

      Yeah. And then.

      They were both silent as Jenna pushed away the memory of the sexual abuse and then the humiliation that followed.

      “And then you got pregnant,” Kristen said quietly. “After that, you were gone.”

      The trouble had started about nine months before Jenna had actually left, on a night her mother’s lover had tried to do more than just touch. Again her mother hadn’t believed her, leaving Jenna no choice but to run away for the umpteenth time. She’d run to Stone, and that night they’d become lovers. What they’d shared had been magical, so perfect she’d never been able to get it out of her head, which meant, of course, that the few relationships she’d attempted since had paled in comparison.

      Stone had really, truly loved her, and when Jenna realized that, it had terrified her. So had the ensuing scandal when Rand Ridgeway had gone public with his claim that Jenna had tried to seduce him, cleverly turning the tables on the terrified girl she’d been.

      “I never meant to judge you, Jenna.”

      “I was seventeen and pregnant,” Jenna said flatly into the phone. “Everyone judged me. Not just you and Mom.”

      “I’m so sorry for that,” Kristen said in a barely audible voice. “As soon as I was old enough to really understand how terrified and alone you must have felt, I regretted not trying harder to help you. What did you do?”

      “I flipped out,” Jenna whispered. “Really flipped out. Just like everyone else. Except Stone.” He’d been her rock, so strong, so caring. When everyone else had pointed fingers and snickered, suggesting she deserved her fate, Stone had stood like a pillar beside her. Her own mother had kicked her out, telling her to never come back. Jenna had been so stubborn, so filled with rage. She had baited her mother, letting her think she’d been sleeping around. That she hadn’t known who the father of her baby was. Jenna had no idea why, except that she’d needed to prove something.

      All she’d proved was that she was an idiot.

      “Stone would have married me,” she told Kristen now. “He wanted to. But I...”

      “You couldn’t handle it? Oh, Jenna, no one could have. It’s all right.”

      Jenna had hated herself and everyone around her. “I just ran.” It had been easier for her to do so, although she flinched at the pain of it. At the unbearable agony she’d felt the day she’d sneaked out of the hospital after giving birth. She hadn’t looked back and had made sure to keep herself in enough trouble that she knew they wouldn’t want her back.

      Until the accident. Until her second chance.

      “You can come back now, Jenna, can’t you?”

      Hadn’t she thought about little else? “Yes. I wasn’t sure you’d want to talk to me.”

      “I want more than that,” Kristen demanded suddenly, her voice filled with a smile. “Just tell me—when can we see each other?”

      “Well...” Jenna walked with the portable phone into her bathroom to glance at herself in the vanity mirror above the sink.

      A stranger stared back. A stranger with tentative hope in her eyes and a rare smile on her lips.

      “Jenna! You are going to let me see you, aren’t you?”

      “There’s something you should know first.” Jenna bit her lip to keep back her nervous laughter. If she gave in to hysterics now, she’d probably never be able to stop. “And it’s sort of a biggie.”

      “What? You can tell me anything. Anything.”

      “Okay.” Jenna stared at her completely new face. “But you’d better sit down first. I’ve got a shocker for you.”

      “Jenna.” Kristen laughed, and the years between them fell away. “Nothing you could tell me will come as a shock, believe me.”

      Jenna smiled into the mirror. “Wanna bet?”

      * * *

      “I can have the new prototypes ready in—” Stone leaned back to study his calendar “—four weeks tops.” He hadn’t started on them yet—he’d been so busy with other work—but the order was a good one, and he would love the job of creating life-size wooden puzzles to tickle the minds of gifted second graders.

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