Reunited By A Secret Child. Leigh Bale

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СКАЧАТЬ stiff demeanor softened as he limped over to the desk and squeezed her arm. “Ah, honey. You’re worrying too much about this. I don’t think Reese would do something like that. Right now, I think he’s hurting. He just needs a place to lie low, where he can receive some kindness and understanding.”

      Katie brushed a hand across her forehead, trying to keep her composure. She didn’t like this situation. Not one bit.

      Charlie sat on a corner of the desk, one gnarled hand resting in his lap. “I looked into his eyes. He’s still got a lot of kindness there. Did I ever tell you about the time I saw some of his friends picking on a stray dog?”

      “No,” she said.

      “The poor animal looked scrawny and half-starved. Reese was only about ten years old at the time. His friends were throwing rocks and hitting the dog with a stick. Reese got so angry at them. He defended the dog. In fact, he took the animal home with him. Next thing I knew, his mom was down in town buying dog food. And you know what he named that mangy old mutt?”

      She shook her ahead.

      “Duke. He treated that dog like royalty. I saw them together a few months later and couldn’t believe the transition. Duke had filled out and looked happy and healthy. He followed that boy everywhere, completely devoted to him.”

      Katie didn’t really care about a stray dog right now. “And your point is?”

      “My point is that there’s goodness inside of Reese. I’ve seen it. His mom attended church every Sunday, fighting to keep her family together. She had to be a remarkable lady to stay with that no-good husband of hers. But I have no doubt her teachings rubbed off on Reese, whether he liked it or not. It’s still there inside of him. He just has to let it come out.”

      Katie snorted. “I doubt that’s going to happen.”

      “Why don’t we give him the benefit of the doubt?” Charlie suggested.

      She pursed her lips and turned back to her work, trying to focus on the computer monitor. The electronic spreadsheet swam before her eyes, the numbers a blurry haze. She’d been working on the ledgers for over an hour and had accomplished nothing. Finally. Finally, she could tell Reese exactly what she thought of him. And yet words failed her somehow.

      She glanced at her father, feeling annoyed. “This isn’t a simple matter, Dad.”

      “Ah, honey. You take things way too seriously. Can’t you forgive him? After all, he doesn’t even know he has a child,” Charlie said.

      True. And that left Katie feeling a tad guilty.

      “Maybe if he hadn’t left town so fast, I could have told him I was pregnant,” she said.

      “You could have tracked him down,” Charlie pointed out.

      She jerked her head up. “How? Even his mom didn’t know where he’d gone. I asked. She was brokenhearted. It was horrible for him to leave the way he did. No forwarding address. No way to find him.”

      Charlie folded his arms and gazed at her quietly. “Are we talking about how he left his parents, or how he left you?”

      She blinked, wanting to cry. Wanting to scream and kick and yell. It had hurt her so deeply when she’d found out Reese was gone. It was obvious that their one time together had meant a lot more to her than it had to him. Of course, he’d been drinking heavily that night. Maybe he didn’t even remember what had happened between them. But she did. She could never forget.

      Charlie quirked one bushy eyebrow. “I know you’ll tell him when the time is right.”

      Maybe. Maybe not.

      She tried to forget the past, but it wasn’t easy. Overnight, her full-ride scholarship had been flushed down the tubes. It wouldn’t pay for diapers and childcare. And giving her baby up for adoption wasn’t an option for her. So she’d stayed here in Minoa to raise her child. Without a husband. Living in a town where she’d become a pariah. No one wanted to date her. No one knew who Chrissy’s father was. For years, Katie had kept the gossip mill busy. And now Reese had walked back into her life.

      A crash came from outside in the parking lot, as though someone had tipped over a large garbage can. Both Katie and Charlie whirled around. Someone yelled and then a low roar of voices permeated the small office.

      “What on earth is that?” Charlie said.

      Chrissy came running into the room, her eyes wide with fear, her little chin quivering. “Mommy! There’s a strange man looking in my window.”

      At that precise moment, a man’s face appeared at the window in the office. Cupping his hands around his eyes to shut out the sunlight, he peered inside.

      “Hey! There’s someone in here,” he yelled.

      A large black camera lifted toward them, its red light blinking. And in an instant, Katie understood. Somehow, the media had found out that Reese was staying here.

      “That does it,” Charlie said. “Call 9-1-1 and tell the police we’re being swarmed by reporters.”

      “Reporters?” Chrissy said.

      “Yeah, I figured it was just a matter of time before this happened, but I thought Reese would be safe for a day or two. Call the police.” Charlie limped toward the door, his jaw hard.

      Turning toward the desk, Katie reached for the phone. As she dialed the numbers, she couldn’t help wondering where Reese was and what might happen next.

      * * *

      Reese heard the cacophony before he saw the myriad of people milling around the parking lot at the Cowboy Country Inn. He’d been hungry, so he’d walked the short distance to the Rocklin Diner and gotten a sandwich. Wearing a baseball cap pulled low across his face, he’d escaped recognition. No questions to answer. No big deal. Now he was beat. He hadn’t been sleeping well and longed to lie down and close his eyes for a million years.

      “There he is!” someone yelled.

      Reese lifted his head and paused. A small crowd of people stood in the parking lot of the motel. With a glance, he took in two camera crews and reporters running straight toward him. A news van with Channel 6 written on the side was parked directly in front of his room. A woman gripping a microphone in one hand pounded on his door. How had they found out which room he was staying in? Surely Katie or Charlie wouldn’t tell them.

      For two brief moments, Reese thought about making a run for it. His hesitation cost him dearly. The swarm came at him like a trampling herd. He found himself surrounded, the reporters thrusting their mics into his face. The flash of cameras caused him to blink.

      “Mr. Hartnett, can you tell us about the last few minutes before your hotshot crew died?” one of them asked, holding a recorder in front of his nose.

      “How did it happen, Reese? How did it make you feel?” another one said.

      They packed closer, vying for his attention. Reese felt the blood drain from his face. He tensed, his body cold and shaking. His stomach churned. This was exactly what he’d tried to avoid: a media frenzy. He wasn’t about to discuss his personal feelings СКАЧАТЬ