Название: Long Way Home
Автор: Gena Dalton
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Mills & Boon Love Inspired
isbn: 9781472021205
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He walked to the window and looked out over the ranch. John had been closer to him than to the others because for so long they’d been the young ones, bossed around by the big brothers. They’d staged their little rebellions, though.
Monte grinned to himself. Thinking about John was driving away that shaky feeling inside him. He could hold his own with Clint and Jackson.
But then, while he walked carefully down the stairs and through the entry hall and the great room, he wasn’t so sure of that. He just needed peace. And time alone. And an empty head.
And an empty heart. He didn’t want to look at Jo Lena and see the girl he used to know and the woman he might never know all rolled up into one magnificent package that made his heart skip a beat.
She was the first thing that met his eye, though, when he crossed the threshold into the dining room. Jo Lena. And the rest of the women and babies. It didn’t even seem like home, there were so many women and babies.
None of them belonged to him.
It was as unsettling as walking into a whole herd of unpredictable bulls to try to find his place at the table. There was a baby in a high chair on one side and Lily Rae on the other. His father and John were gone. Their absences screamed at him.
“Monte,” Lily Rae called, the minute she saw him. “I want to sit by Monte.”
Monte’s jaw tightened. He ignored her.
Jackson looked up, saw him and they limped toward each other to shake hands.
“Looks like you’re about as bunged up as I am,” Jackson said. “That must’ve been a whale of an argument you had with that bull.”
“Ah, but you oughtta see the shape he’s in,” Monte said, and everyone laughed.
He felt himself relax a little as Jackson introduced him to his wife, Darcy, and Maegan, their curly-haired, red-headed baby girl with wide blue eyes the very color of Jackson’s. Then Delia and LydaAnn were hugging him.
“Careful, girls, careful. Remember he’s hurt,” Bobbie Ann said, coming in from the kitchen with a big pan full of hot biscuits.
His sisters were careful with him. And they were telling him they were glad he was home.
But, as they let him go, they gave him looks that let him know they were pretty put-out with him for taking so long to get home. That was all right. They were truly glad to see him, even if they were probably going to give him a piece of their minds later on.
“Monte,” Lily Rae said again. “I want to sit by Monte.”
Bobbie Ann jumped right in, spoiling her rotten.
“Of course you can sit by Monte,” she said, as she waited for Jo Lena to move one of the gravy bowls and a platter of sausage to make a place for the biscuits.
She looked up at Monte, her blue eyes sparkling with happiness.
“Son, will you sit at the end of the table? You’ve made a new young fan this morning.”
“Monte’s my big brother,” Lily Rae, beaming, announced to the world in general.
“You better watch him,” LydaAnn said, teasing her. “That Monte’s full of tricks.”
“Not as much as I am,” Lily Rae said firmly.
Everybody laughed but she ignored that. She didn’t care about getting attention right then because, small as she was, her whole purpose was to help hold the chair as Monte maneuvered his painful body into it.
Great. This was the final humiliation—being taken care of by a child.
“If that bull broke your leg, Monte, don’t walk on it,” Lily said, her piping voice cutting through all the rest of the conversation in the room. “I’ll get you my grandpa’s wheelchair.”
“It’s not broke,” he snapped, much more harshly than he intended.
He clamped his mouth shut. This was ridiculous. Why wouldn’t Jo Lena distract the child?
“But then, what would poor Grandpa do?” Jo Lena said softly.
“Use his walker,” Lily Rae said earnestly, “’cause he needs th’ zexercise.”
Bobbie Ann chuckled with the others, then she said, “My heart’s so full this morning, I need to be the one to say the blessing.”
Everyone bowed. Except Monte. He stared straight down the length of the table. He still was no hypocrite. And, six years later, it was still a fact that nobody was going to tell him what to believe.
“Monte! Bow your head,” Lily Rae rasped in a loud whisper.
Startled, he shot her a fierce look. She glared right back at him.
Jo Lena gently laid her hand on the back of Lily’s head and the child bowed it then, but before she closed her eyes, she gave Monte one last, sharp glance upward from beneath her long lashes.
In spite of his irritation, he had to suppress a grin. The kid had spunk—just like her mother.
Bobbie Ann said the blessing, thanking God for the food and for Monte’s homecoming. Asking God to heal his body. Monte stared out the window behind his mother’s chair and tried not to think about her words.
He would just as soon not be called to God’s attention. Look at the shape he was in. His whole life as he’d known it was gone. God wasn’t interested in him.
As soon as Bobbie Ann was done, Lily Rae piped up. “Monte didn’t bow his head.”
Everybody turned to look at him. He scowled at Lily Rae, which made everybody laugh but her.
Lily Rae, frowning worriedly, turned to Bobbie Ann.
“We have to teach him manners,” Lily said.
That brought an even bigger laugh.
“Monte never did have any manners,” Clint said. “We tried to teach ’em to him, didn’t we, Jackson?”
“Sure did.”
Bobbie Ann smiled at the little girl, then threw Monte one of her famous looks.
“Yes, we do, sugar,” she said. “We’ll work on his manners.”
“Monte, why didn’t you close your eyes during the prayer?” Lily Rae asked.
He busied himself crumbling biscuits and drizzling gravy onto them. Maybe if he ignored her, she’d go away.
Maybe all of them would forget about him and talk about something else.
No such luck.
“Yeah, Monte,” Clint drawled. “I’d think you’d want to bow your head and close your eyes and thank God for showing you the way home.”
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