The Cowboy's Reunited Family. Brenda Minton

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      “I can drive myself.”

      Blake laughed a little. “I don’t think so, Jana.”

      “I’m not going to leave.”

      “I’m afraid I can’t take your word on that. I seem to remember telling you that I had to make that meeting in Oklahoma City but we’d work things out when I got back. Problem was, I got back and you were gone.”

      Jackson interfered again. Blake needed to tell his younger brother that he could do without the kid gloves and worried looks. “Let me call Madeline and tell her what’s going on. I’ll drive the two of you to Tulsa.”

      “I can drive.” Blake reached for Jana. She walked next to him, looking down, not up. He relaxed his hold on her arm.

      “Let me go with you.” Jackson stayed close.

      “We’ll take this.” Blake opened the passenger door of the rental car for Jana. “Get in.”

      Jana got in. She looked up at him, her big blue eyes swimming in tears. “Blake, I’m sorry.”

      “I know.” He closed the car door and turned to face Jackson. “Let the family know what’s going on. I’ll call you when I know more.”

      Jackson’s mouth stayed in a firm line, unsmiling. “Blake, let me go with you.”

      “Not this time, little brother.”

      “Don’t hurt her,” Jackson warned.

      “Hurt her? You mean like the way she ripped my heart out? Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt her. I’m going to get my daughter back and then I’ll be done with Jana Parker.”

      “Blake, remember that the real issue at hand is your daughter. You’re not thinking straight, and you’ve got a daughter who obviously needs you both.”

      Blake leaned back against the compact car Jana had rented. The reality of the moment hit him head-on, taking the air from his lungs as he tried to process that his daughter was back, but she was sick.

      All of the years he’d dreamed about getting her back, he’d never imagined this scenario. He’d had it in his mind that they would reunite. She was always healthy, and Jana was never in the picture.

      “Thanks.” He managed a smile for his brother, then he walked around to get behind the wheel of the car. Next to Jana. He gave her a quick look and then jammed the key in the ignition, because looking at Jana did crazy things to him. After all these years he’d thought he’d only feel a serious dose of anger. But he was wrong.

      * * *

      Jana didn’t know what to say to Blake. He got in the car, sliding the seat back to make room for his longer legs. She blinked away the tears that continued to fall. Tears that had been falling for weeks now. He had no idea how much it hurt, to watch her daughter suffer and to know there was nothing she could do.

      That wasn’t fair, though. He’d had his own share of suffering. And she was the reason why. Her actions had cost them all. It was time for making amends, for seeking his forgiveness.

      She’d finally gotten it, this faith thing that was so important to the Coopers. She hadn’t understood it when she’d been married to Blake. She hadn’t seen the need for the Sundays spent at church and then together at Cooper Creek.

      Now she knew what faith meant. She knew what it meant to face the past and seek forgiveness. But she couldn’t tell Blake, because no doubt he would accuse her of using faith to manipulate him, to get what she wanted. She couldn’t blame him for thinking the worst of her.

      “What happened?” Blake’s deep, husky voice broke the silence.

      She glanced at him, at the strong profile she’d fallen in love with all those years ago. The first time she’d laid eyes on him, he’d looked like a model for a Western wear catalog. He’d been about to get in his truck, all cowboy from his hat to his boots. She’d been trying to start her car and couldn’t. He’d come to her rescue. She’d never known a man like him, a man who wore masculinity the way some men wore cologne. It had been natural to him, to be strong.

      “Jana?” He glanced her way, his mouth in a tight line.

      “I’m sorry. I was thinking.”

      “Maybe you could tell me about Lindsey?”

      “Her kidneys started to fail. The doctors call it Chronic Kidney Disease caused by a birth defect in her kidneys. She was weak, tired all of the time.”

      “Why wouldn’t we have known that years ago?”

      “Because she was young. Her kidneys managed while she was small. As she got older, her kidneys had to work harder and they couldn’t keep up.”

      “What’s the prognosis?”

      “With a transplant, good. There will be challenges, of course.”

      “Okay, we’ll get her a kidney.”

      Jana shook her head at his belief that it would be so simple. He didn’t get it. They were here because she’d been on a donor list. They tried hospitals in Europe. They’d been fighting this battle for a while.

      “Blake, it isn’t that easy.”

      He clenched and unclenched the steering wheel, and she knew he was working through his anger. And his concern for their daughter.

      “Is she on a list, and is she in a hospital that can do this type of surgery?”

      “She is on a list, and this hospital has been doing kidney transplants for a decade. But the best donor is a living donor. A parent or a close relative is best.”

      “So we’ll find a donor.”

      She nodded because she hoped they would. And she hoped his confidence would rub off on her.

      “How is she right now?” he asked after they’d been driving awhile.

      “She’s getting stronger. Since we got here they’ve put her on dialysis to get her body healthier in preparation for the transplant.”

      “I need to know what you’re thinking.” He briefly looked her way and then refocused on the road.

      “I guess my first thought is that we need to get our daughter better.”

      He let out a deep sigh. “I won’t let you leave with her, Jana. I can’t do that again.”

      “I know.” She shuddered at the coldness in his tone. He had every right to be angry. She’d known when she boarded that plane back to the U.S. that she would face his anger. She had known that returning could mean any number of things. But for Lindsey, she’d been willing to risk it.

      “I want to know my daughter.” He took off his hat and tossed it in the backseat of the car and brushed a hand through his СКАЧАТЬ