Long Way Home. Gena Dalton

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      Her smile was that of an imp. Her hand was tiny.

      “Are you LydaAnn’s brother?” Lily Rae seriously wanted to know.

      “Yes,” Monte said.

      The little girl looked at him, considering.

      “She already has two brothers.”

      Great. Even this kid who didn’t know him thought he was unnecessary. He was home, all right.

      “You don’t think she can use another one?” he asked the child.

      Lily Rae shook her head.

      “Clint and Jackson are enough,” she said decisively.

      Then she flashed him a smile that looked so much like Jo Lena’s—which he had not seen for years—it brought back a world of hurt.

      “You can be my big brother,” Lily Rae announced. “I don’t have any and I need one.”

      He was so busy thinking about Jo Lena’s smile from six years ago that it didn’t quite soak in. And then it did. And it warmed a tiny cockle of his heart.

      “Why do you need one?” he foolishly asked.

      “To give me a hard time,” she said. “LydaAnn says that’s what brothers are good for.”

      A hole like a crater opened inside him. What had he missed in six years? He didn’t even know his brothers and sisters anymore.

      “It takes one to know one,” he said, his voice suddenly rough with emotion. “LydaAnn can give a person a pretty hard time herself.”

      At least she used to. She must be a grown woman now. Had her personality changed, too?

      “I know,” Lily Rae said happily. “She’s my big sister.”

      Then she turned back to the mare, stroking her nose and crooning wordlessly. Jo Lena had raised a happy little girl.

      “How much are you asking for this mare, Monte?” Jo Lena said.

      “She’s not for sale.”

      Two pairs of blue eyes with identical expressions—worried, but mostly surprised—fixed on him.

      “You can’t be serious.”

      “Oh, but I am.”

      Jo Lena smiled. Lily Rae glanced at her, then went back to petting the mare.

      “Everybody knows what you paid for her, Monte. Don’t try a horse trade with me.”

      “I’m not,” he said flatly. “I bought her to keep.”

      “Why? You’re a bull rider, going down the road.”

      Used to be. I don’t know what I am now.

      “Bought ’er to look at,” he said.

      “Once every six years?”

      “You sound downright sarcastic there, Jo Lena. It doesn’t become you.”

      “As if I’m worried about your opinion,” she said tartly.

      Six years and motherhood seemed to have put a little edge on Jo Lena.

      “You’re trying to buy a horse from me that’s not for sale,” he pointed out.

      “Look, Monte,” she said earnestly, “I’ll have to take out a loan to pay you what you paid for her. I’ll do it and add a five-hundred dollar profit.”

      Her eyes were so blue. A deep, bluebonnet kind of blue. But she still hadn’t smiled at him since the moment she saw him. Not a real smile, the way only Jo Lena could smile.

      Suddenly, he wanted to see that smile. He needed to see it.

      “Think about it,” she urged. “You make five hundred overnight, and you aren’t even out the gas money to haul her home.”

      “Remember when we helped Dexter vaccinate his goats for gas money?”

      He got his reward. She smiled then, just like she used to.

      For one, two, then three long beats of his heart, they looked at each other and Jo Lena smiled at him.

      The smile made him feel like king of the world, just the way it always used to do. But she was different now. He didn’t know her anymore. Deep down, she probably hated him.

      If he had one grain of good sense left in his body, he’d let her have this mare and be rid of Jo Lena. Never see her again.

      But the smile gave him a flash of power he hadn’t felt for a while. Since before he got hurt and became a “victim” the first time.

      He wanted, more than anything, to reach out and brush back the strand of straight, silky hair that had come loose from the braid. Like in the old days.

      “So, Jo Lena,” he drawled, teasing her, “exactly what is it you like about this horse?”

      She lost her smile but she didn’t break the look. The serious, no-nonsense expression came back into her eyes.

      “I have some good memories and some bad ones,” she said.

      “Like what?”

      “Oh, like when we had so much fun playing bareback tag in the pecan orchard in the twilight.”

      The memory hit him like a blow. It nearly stopped his heart.

      “And the bad ones?” he said through the tightness in his chest.

      “I hate it when somebody runs off from me,” she said calmly. “Horse or man.”

      He wouldn’t let himself look away. He made himself hold her gaze. He deserved that and more.

      She was a woman now, Jo Lena was, with all her girlishness gone. A strong, beautiful woman he didn’t know.

      Give her the mare. He should give her the mare so she’d go.

      “Jo Lena,” he said. “This mare is not for sale. For any price.”

      “Bobbie Ann! Bobbie Ann!”

      Lily Rae jumped off the fence and ran toward the house.

      Monte and Jo Lena turned to see his mother on the back porch. And a vehicle coming down the road from the highway.

      “Big family breakfast!” Bobbie Ann called. “Jo Lena, will you stay?”

      Well. Forget the poor prodigal needing to face one thing at a time. First Jo Lena and now his brothers.

      Lily Rae turned, yelling, “Please, Mommy, СКАЧАТЬ