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Chapter Three

“I’m sorry I can’t go with you,” Rachel said to Stacey on her cell phone. “My friend Abby called me at the last minute to babysit, and it’s her anniversary.”

“I understand. You and I can catch up later,” Stacey said, even though she dreaded attending Ella Mae Jergen’s baby shower. Ella Mae was married to a hotshot surgeon, and the couple owned houses in both Lubbock and in the next town past Horseback Hollow. Ella Mae was pregnant with her first baby. The shower was a big deal for Horseback Hollow because Ella Mae had been born and raised there and her parents still lived in town. The shower was being held in the Jergen’s mansion in the next town. Stacey couldn’t help feeling intimidated.

Ella Mae, however, had been supportive of Stacey and had attended the shower for Piper, so Stacey was determined to return the favor.

“What’s wrong?” her mother asked as Stacey put a pot of beans on for dinner while she held Piper on her hip.

“Nothing,” Stacey said.

“Doesn’t sound like nothing to me,” Jeanne said, and put a lid on the beans. “Let me hold my grandbaby.”

All Stacey had to do was lean toward her mother, and Piper extended her chubby little arms to her Gabby. Stacey checked the chicken and vegetables. “Looking good,” she murmured.

“You don’t have to cook every night,” her mother said as she clucked over Piper.

“I’m not contributing to the household with green stuff, so I want to contribute in other ways,” Stacey said.

“I don’t want you overdoing it,” her mother said.

“I’m not. I’m young and healthy,” she said.

“That sounds like something I said when I was younger,” her mother said. “You still didn’t answer my question about your conversation with Rachel.”

Stacey sighed. “Ella Mae’s baby shower is tonight.”

A brief silence followed.

“Oh,” her mother said, because she knew that the Jergens were wealthy and anything they did had to be, oh, so perfect. “Do you want me to go with you?”

Her mother’s offer was so sweet that it brought tears to her eyes. Stacey put down her spoon and went to her mother to hug her. “You’re the best mother in the world. You know that, don’t you?”

Jeanne gave Stacey a big squeeze, then pulled back with a soft chuckle. “What makes you say that?”

“Because you always do the right thing. I wonder if I can do half as many right things as you have,” Stacey said, looking into her mother’s eyes and wishing that just by looking, she could receive all of her mother’s wisdom.

Her mother slid her hand around Stacey’s shoulders and gave her another squeeze. “You’re already doing the right thing. Look at this gorgeous, healthy baby. You’re a wonderful mother.”

“Thanks, Mom,” Stacey said, feeling as if she’d just received the highest praise possible.

“You don’t have to go to Ella Mae’s baby shower. Just drop off a gift,” her mother said.

“No,” Stacey said with a firm shake of her head. “She came to my shower. I should go to hers.”

Jeanne pressed her lips together. “If you’re sure...”

“I am,” Stacey said. “And you already said you don’t mind watching Piper. Right?”

“Not at all,” her mother said. “You don’t ask me often enough. I love my little Piper girl.”

Stacey’s heart swelled with emotion. “I’m so blessed,” she said.

“Yes, you are,” her mother said. “Now go get ready for Ella Mae’s shower. You hold your head high. Don’t forget it. You’ve done the right thing, and you’re a good mother. Just make sure you’re the second one out the door.”

Stacey looked at her mother in confusion. “Second one out the door?”

“I never told you this before, but if you ever go to a party that you don’t want to attend, then you can be the second one to leave. You don’t want to be the first, but being the second is fine,” her mother said.

Another word of wisdom Stacey swore to remember. “I’ll be watching for who leaves first.”

“And if anyone starts making insinuating comments about Joe, then pull out Piper’s baby pictures. That should shut them up right away.”

Stacey smiled at her mother. “Thanks, Mom.”

Stacey raced to her room to pull on a black dress and boots. She put on some lip gloss and concealer, then threw on a colorful scarf and her peacoat.

“See you later, Mom,” she called, then headed for her Toyota. Thank goodness snow and sleet had stayed away from Horseback Hollow during the past week. She started her car and got to the end of the driveway before she realized she had forgotten the gift for Ella Mae’s baby.

Stacey backtracked and collected the gift, then returned to her trusty car. She headed out of Horseback Hollow toward the next town, then took several turns down several back roads until she reached the gated driveway for Ella Mae’s house. The gate lifted to allow her entrance, and Stacey rode down the paved drive to the front of the Jergen mansion. The windows of the house were lit, and the front door was open. Stacey knew what she would find inside. A crystal chandelier and exquisite high-profile designer furniture and decor.

Stacey was accustomed to homemade decorations and freshly painted rooms. Mama Jeanne decorated her home with family photos and mementos. The Joneses’ home was warm and welcoming, but furniture had been chosen for durability, not how pretty it was.

A man approached Stacey as she paused in the driveway. “May I park your car, ma’am?”

Stacey blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m the valet for the evening,” he said.

Stacey blinked again. Heaven help her. Valet? Don’t fight it, she told herself. Let him park the car. She would have to park her own all the nights thereafter, and that was okay.

Stacey accepted a nonalcoholic basil-something cocktail. She would have preferred a beer. She joined in with the socializing and the games and predicted that Ella Mae would have a boy. Stacey suspected that Ella Mae’s husband would want a boy right off the bat, so she hoped Ella would be able to seal the deal with a male child.

When it came time for the big reveal of the baby’s sex, it was done via cake. Blue. Stacey had been correct. Everyone cheered.

Ella Mae circled the room with her posse and stopped to visit with Stacey.

“I’m so glad you could come,” Ella Mae said. “I know you’ve been busy with your baby.”

“So true,” Stacey said. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

“Well, I’ll have help,” Ella Mae said. “I’ll have a husband and a nanny.”

Stacey lost her breath. She felt as if she’d been slapped. She took a careful breath and remembered what her mother had said. She pulled out her cell phone. “Have you seen my Piper? She’s just gorgeous, don’t you think?” she asked as she flipped through the photos.

“What a darling,” one of Ella Mae’s friends said. “She’s beautiful.”

Stacey nodded. “And good as gold.”

A couple moments later Ella Mae and her pack moved on. Stacey watched the door and saw two guests leave. It was time for her to go. On the drive home she decided to stop at the Superette to pick up some bananas for Piper. Piper loved bananas. Luckily, the Superette had quite a few. Then she headed to the only bar in town, the Two Moon Saloon, with the intention of drinking half a beer. She would be fine driving after drinking a whole beer, but Stacey wouldn’t risk anything. Since she’d become a mother, everything had changed. She couldn’t take any chances.

She went to the bar and ordered a beer. The first time in nearly a year and a half. She took a sip and felt so guilty she asked for a glass of water. Sensing the gazes of several men on her, she sipped at her water and wondered if coming here had been a good idea after all.

The bartender put another beer in front of her. “The guy at the end of the bar bought this for you.”

Stacey glanced down the bar but didn’t recognize the man. “Oh, I can’t accept it. I don’t know him.”

“I can’t take it back,” the bartender said.

Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Stacey took another sip of water and eyed the door.

“Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar male voice said.

“Oh, thank goodness,” she said, and stretched both of her hands toward Colton.

“Problem?” he asked, glancing down at her hands clutching his arm.

“I just went to Ella Mae Jergen’s baby shower. She made a snarky comment about my missing baby daddy. I came here for a beer, but I couldn’t make myself drink it. And some guy bought me another beer. Save me,” she said.

Colton chuckled and gently extracted her fingers from his arm. “Hey, Phil, buy Stacey’s admirer a beer on me.”

“Thank you,” she said. “I was just going to drink half a beer, but I felt guilty after the first sip. Do you know how long it’s been since I had a drink at a bar?”

“Apparently too long,” Colton said.

“Maybe,” she said.

“You don’t have to give up living just because you had a baby,” he said.

She nodded, but she didn’t really agree.

Colton lifted her chin with his finger. “Your life is not over. You can still have fun,” he said.

“I have fun,” she said, unable to resist the urge to squirm. “I have lots of fun with Piper.”

Colton shot her a doubtful glance. “You need to start getting out more. And I don’t mean baby showers.”

Stacey lifted her eyebrows at Colton’s suggestion. “You don’t mean dating, do you?”

“You don’t have to date. You just need to get out. You’re acting—” He broke off.

Stacey frowned. “I’m acting how?”

Colton scrubbed his jaw. “I don’t know how to say this.”

“Well, spit it out,” she said. “I want to know.”

Colton sighed. “You’re acting...old.”

Stacey stared at him in disbelief. “Old?” she repeated. “I’m acting old?” She couldn’t remember when she’d felt so insulted. “I’m only twenty-four. How can I be old?”

“I didn’t say you are old,” Colton said in a low voice. “I said you’re acting old.”

“Well, I have a baby now. I need to be responsible,” she said.

“I agree, but you don’t have to stop living your life,” he said.

Stacey paused, thinking about what Colton had told her. “You’re Mr. Responsibility. I can’t believe you’re telling me to cut loose and be a wild woman.”

“I didn’t say you should be a wild woman. I just said you need to get out more,” he said.

“Hmm,” Stacey said. “I’m going to have to think about this.” She paused. “I wonder who I could call if I decide to get out. If I decide I want to have half a beer.”

“You can call me,” Colton offered. “Remember, I’m Mr. Responsibility.”

In her experience, Stacey knew that Colton was Mr. Responsibility. He always had been and she valued that quality in him now more than ever. But lately, when she looked at Colton, she couldn’t seem to forget what it had felt like to dance in his arms on New Year’s Eve. And that almost kiss they’d shared. Almost, but not quite. She wondered what a real kiss from him would feel like. Stacey almost wished he’d kiss her and she would be disappointed, so she could stop thinking about him so much.

* * *

The next day, Colton showed up unexpectedly at the Joneses’ house. Stacey was happy to see him even though he seemed intent on asking her father’s thoughts about some issue with the cattle. She brought Colton and her father some coffee. Colton tossed her a smile but kept talking with her father.

Stacey couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of the time he was spending with her father. She knew Piper would awaken any moment, and her time would then be divided. Hurry up, Dad. But she knew the mental urging was useless. Her father was usually stone quiet, but when it came to talking about the ranch, once he got going, he didn’t stop.

She checked her watch and felt her stomach clench as she waited for Piper to call out for her. Finally, her father took a potty break. Hallelujah.

“Better today?” Colton asked her as he headed for the door, where Stacey waited on the porch.

She nodded. “I guess so. Sorry if I freaked out on you last night.”

“You didn’t,” he said. “It’s like I said. You just need to get out more. I know your mama would be more than happy to watch Piper for you every now and then.”

“I don’t want to burden her,” Stacey said as she stepped out of the front porch with him. “They’ve taken Piper and me in. I don’t want to take advantage of them.”

“You wouldn’t ever do that,” he said. “Listen, how about if I take you to the bar and grill in town? What’s a good day for you?”

Surprise rippled through her. “Are you sure? I don’t want to intrude on your, uh, relationship with your new girlfriend.”

He hesitated a half beat. “She won’t mind,” he said. “When do you want to go?”

“I think Thursday may work. I’ll have to ask Mama first. Can I get back to you?”

“Sure,” he said, and squeezed her arm just like one of her brothers would. “Remember to smile.”

She stared after him as he started to walk away. “Wait,” she said, and he turned around. “Do I frown that much?”

He paused. “You used to seem a lot happier,” Colton said. “I hate to see you so sad and burdened.”

“My life is different now,” she said.

“But is it sad?” he asked.

She took a deep breath and thought about his question. “Not really.” She smiled. “I’ll call you about dinner at the grill followed by a beer. I appreciate the pity date.”

“It’s no pity date,” he said. “We’ve known each other a long time. We should be able to cheer each other up. You may have to do it for me sometime,” he said.

“That’s hard for me to imagine,” she said.

“You never know,” he said, and her father returned to the den, ready to talk ranching.

Stacey gazed at Colton. There was more to him than she’d ever thought. Stacey wondered what it would be like to go on a real date with Colton. She wondered how it would feel to be the object of his affection. Rolling her eyes at herself, she shook her head and went to the laundry room to wash another load of baby clothes.

The next day, Stacey played with Piper, after cleaning the house and fixing dinner. She couldn’t help thinking about Colton’s offer for an evening out. It wouldn’t be fancy, but it would be a relief. She debated calling him ten times over, then finally gave in. He didn’t pick up, so she hung up. Five minutes later, she called again. He still didn’t answer, but this time she left an answer.

A half hour later, he returned her call. “Hello?” she said as she stirred soup for dinner and held Piper on her hip.

“Need an escape?” Colton asked.

She gave a short laugh. “How did you know?”

“Saw the hang-up, then heard the desperation in your voice mail,” he said.

“I’m not that desperate,” she said, even though she really needed an evening out.

“I know. Everyone needs an escape hatch every now and then,” he said.

“What’s yours?” she asked.

“If I really want to get away, I can go into town or even Vicker’s Corners,” he said.

“But you don’t have a baby,” she said.

He chuckled. “That I don’t,” he said. “It won’t be fancy. Tomorrow night okay? What time do you want me to pick you up?”

“Five-thirty,” she said.

“Early night?”

She laughed. “These days I only do early nights,” she said. “You have a problem with that?”

“None at all, I’ll see you tomorrow at five-thirty.” He chuckled. “Call me if you need to escape earlier.”

Stacey couldn’t help smiling. “I’ll pace myself. Bye for now.”

The following day, Stacey’s afternoon fell apart. Piper woke up early from her nap, and Stacey feared she’d burned the baked spaghetti casserole. She was having a bad hair day, and Piper was so cranky, Stacey wasn’t sure she should ask her mother to babysit for the evening.

“Are you teething, sweetie?” she asked Piper.

Piper’s sweet face crumpled in pain. Stacey sighed. “Mama, she’s so fussy. I’m not sure I should leave her with you.”

Her mother extended her arms to Piper, but Piper turned away. “Oh, come on, you sugar,” Jeanne said to Piper. “I’ll take care of you. Rub your sore gums with something that will make you feel better.”

“No rum,” Stacey said.

“I wasn’t thinking of rum,” Mama Jeanne said with an innocent expression on her face.

“No whiskey,” Stacey added.

“I would never numb a baby’s gums with whiskey,” her mother said. “But bourbon...”

Stacey sighed. “Let me find the Orajel. I should have given it to her earlier.”

“You know what your doctors say. You need to stay on top of the pain. You’ve told me that too many times to count when my hip was hurting.”

“You’re right, Mama. I should have done better for Piper,” she said, feeling guilty.

“Well, don’t leap off a ledge. She’s not suffering that much,” her mother said, snatching Piper from her arms. “Go put on some lipstick and blush. You look worn out.”

Piper fussed and squabbled, but didn’t quite cry. “You’re sure you’ll be okay?”

“I’ve had a lot more babies than you have, sweetheart,” Jeanne said.

“I’m working hard to meet a high standard,” Stacey muttered.

“Hold on there,” her mother said, putting her hand on Stacey’s arm. “You’re a great mother. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. I didn’t have to take care of my babies by myself. I had your father to help me, and trust me, he walked the floor many times at night to comfort all of you.”

“I just feel bad that Piper won’t have the kind of mother and father I had,” Stacey said.

“Piper’s getting plenty of loving. Her mama needs to stop trying for sainthood. Enjoy your evening out. It will be good for you and your baby.”

“If you say so,” Stacey said.

“I do. Now, go put on some lipstick,” she said.

“Colton won’t care. He’s just taking me out to be nice,” Stacey said, halfway hoping her mother would deny it.

“Maybe so, but it will make you feel better. That’s the important thing,” her mother said.

“Right,” Stacey said, and headed to her room to remake herself for a trip to the grill where she would eat a burger and fries. This was how her life had evolved. Her big exciting night within a month was a trip to the grill.

Pathetic, she thought, but couldn’t deny she was just glad to get away from the ranch. She put on lipstick, a little blush and some mascara. At the last moment, she sprayed her wrists with perfume.

“Stacey,” her mother called from down the hall. “Colton’s here.”

A rush of excitement raced through her, and she rushed down the hall. Colton stood there dressed in jeans, a coat and his Stetson. “Hi,” he said. “You look nice.”

“Colton is afraid of Piper,” her mother announced.

“I’m not afraid of her,” he corrected. “She just looks so happy in your arms that I don’t want to disrupt her.”

Stacey chuckled under her breath. “You can go after a bear on your ranch, but a baby brings you to your knees.”

Colton scowled at her. “I can shoot a bear.”

Both Stacey and her mother erupted with laughter. “We should give him a break,” her mother said. “Y’all enjoy yourselves.” She lowered her voice. “Drink a beer for me.”

“Mama,” Stacey said, shocked.

“Oh, stop. Even a mother of seven likes to kick up her heels every now and then. See you later,” she said, and returned to the kitchen.

Stacey met Colton’s gaze. “I never expected that.”

“Me either,” Colton said, then lifted his lips in a crafty grin. “But I liked it.”

Colton helped her into his truck and drove into town. “So, have you figured out what you want on your burger? Cheese, onions, mustard...”

“Cheese, mustard, grilled onions and steak sauce,” she said. “I don’t need the whole burger. I want the bun and fixin’s.”

“And French fries?” he asked.

“Yes, indeed,” she said.

“We can take the burger into the bar if you want your beer with your meal,” he said.

“The bar is loud,” she said. “I can have a soda or water with my burger. It will be nice to hear myself think.”

“Does your baby scream that much?” he asked.

Stacey shook her head. “Piper’s much better now that she’s done with her colic. But now she’s teething. I need to remember to soothe her gums. I forgot today.”

“Must be hard. All that crying,” he said.

“She sleeps well at night and usually takes a good long nap. I’m lucky she’s not crawling right now. She’s really a good baby, Colton. I could have it much harder,” she said, wanting Colton to like Piper.

“Yeah,” he said, but he didn’t sound convinced.

“Is my Mama right? Are you afraid of Piper?” she asked in a singsong voice.

“I’m not afraid of a baby,” he said, his tone cranky. “I just haven’t been around babies very much.”

Stacey backed off. She wanted the evening to be pleasant. “How do you like your burger?”

“As big as I can get it. Mustard, mayonnaise, onion, pickle, lettuce and tomato,” he said.

“You can have half of mine,” she offered.

“We’ll see. Maybe your appetite will improve now that you’re out of the pen,” he said.

She laughed, but his teasing made her feel good. “You are so bad.”

“And you are so glad,” he said.

“Yeah,” she said. She couldn’t disagree.

Colton pulled into the parking lot of The Horseback Hollow Grill, and he helped her out of his truck. His gentlemanly manners made her feel younger and more desirable. They walked into the grill and had to wait a few minutes for a table. Maybe more than one person needed an escape tonight, Stacey thought.

They sat, ordered, and the server delivered their sodas. Stacey took a long, cool sip of her drink and closed her eyes. “Good,” she said.

“Simple pleasures are the best,” Colton said.

Stacey looked at Colton for a long moment and shrugged her shoulders. “So, talk to me about grown-up stuff.”

His eyes rounded. “Grown-up stuff?” he echoed.

“Yes,” she said. “Movies, politics, current events.”

“Well, politicians are as crooked as ever. There are blizzards and tsunamis. Wait till summer and there will be hurricanes, mudslides and fires.” He grimaced. “I hate to admit it, but I haven’t seen a movie lately. Rachel is watching the reality shows. I watch a lot of the History Channel,” he said.

“What about movies?” she asked. “Do you like James Bond?”

He nodded. “I did see the most recent one. Lots of action.”

“And lots of violence,” she said.

“Yeah, but the good guy wins.”

“That’s most important,” she said, and the server delivered their meals.

“That was fast,” she said.

“Burgers are what they are known for,” Colton said, and took a big bite out of his.

Stacey took a bite of her own and closed her eyes to savor a burger someone else had cooked for her. “Perfect amount of mustard and steak sauce,” she said. “But all I need is half.”

“You sure about that?” Colton teased, taking another big bite.

“I’m sure,” she said, and enjoyed several more bites of her burger. She ate a little more than half and stopped. “Oh, no. Now I’m full. How can I eat the fries? Let alone drink a beer?”

“You need to learn to pace yourself,” Colton said as he stared at his fries.

Stacey liked the wicked glint in his eyes that belied his practical advice. “Maybe I should fix some fences. Maybe that would help my appetite,” she said, unable to force herself to eat even one French fry.

“Relax. We can hit the bar in a few minutes. There’s no rush. Rest your belly,” he said.

Not the most romantic advice, but Stacey stretched and took a few deep breaths. “I may have to take lessons from you on pacing myself.”

“I’m available for hamburger-eating pacing lessons,” he said with a mischievous grin that made her stomach take an unexpected dip.

A few minutes later, Stacey gave up on her fries, and she and Colton walked to the connecting bar. Colton ordered a couple of beers, and Stacey took a sip. Country music was playing in the background. If she closed her eyes, she could almost time travel back to over a year ago when she and Joe had just gotten engaged. She’d been unbelievably happy. Her future had been so bright. She’d clearly been a big fool.

Stacey hiccupped. “Oh, my,” she said and hiccupped again.

“Drink too fast?” he asked.

“I didn’t think so,” she said, but hiccupped again. “It’s just been so long since I sat down and drank even half a beer.”

“Maybe you need one of those sweet mixed drinks,” he said. “I’m not sure the bartender here can do that for you.”

“It depends on whether he has vodka or not. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t keep cranberry juice on tap.”

Colton laughed. “You’re right about the cranberry juice. I see Greg Townsend over there. He’s the president of the local ranchers’ association. Do you mind if I have a word with him?”

“Please, go ahead,” she said. “Let me catch my breath.”

“I’ll just be a minute,” he said.

Stacey closed her eyes, took a breath and held it. She counted to ten. Memories of how foolish she’d been with Joe warred with her enjoyment of her evening with Colton.

“Can I buy you another beer?” an unfamiliar male voice asked.

Stacey opened her eyes to meet the gaze of a man she didn’t know. “Excuse me?” she said. He was tall and wore a Stetson. He also had a beard. She wasn’t a big fan of beards.

“Can I buy you another beer?” he repeated, extending his hand. “I’m Tom Garrison. I haven’t seen you around here before. I work at the Jergen’s ranch.”

“Oh, I know the Jergens,” she said and briefly shook his hand. “Well, I know Ella Mae.”

“And you are?” he asked.

“Stacey,” she said, suddenly noticing her hiccups had disappeared. “Stacey Jones. Stacey Fortune Jones,” she added, because the Fortune part was still very new to her.

“A pleasure to meet you, Stacey Fortune Jones,” he said. “I’m kinda new in town and a little lonely since it’s winter. Maybe you could show me around.”

“Oh,” she said, shaking her head and feeling uncomfortable. “I’m super busy. I have a little baby.” She figured that would put him off. Most men were afraid of babies who weren’t their own.

“I like babies,” he said. “I’m good with them.”

Stacey began to feel just a teensy bit nervous. She searched the room for Colton. “Good for you, but, like I said, I’m super busy.”

“I don’t see a ring on your finger. That must mean you’re not taken,” he said, moving closer.

“Well,” she said, trying to shrink against her bar stool. She wished Colton would return. He would know how to take care of this pushy man. “Like I said, I’m extremely busy...”

“I could give you a good time,” he said. “Make you laugh. Maybe more...”

“Or not,” Colton said, suddenly appearing next to the pushy cowboy. “She’s with me.”

Stacey breathed a sigh of relief.

“She was sitting here all by herself when I saw her,” Tom said.

“For all of two and a half minutes. Go stalk someone else,” Colton said. “Trust me, she’s not your type.”

“She’s everybody’s type,” Tom grumbled, but walked away.

“Hmm,” Colton said. “Can’t leave you alone for even two minutes. There you go, seducing the new locals.”

“I didn’t seduce anyone,” she protested. “I was just trying to get rid of my hiccups.” She frowned. “I think my beer is flat.”

“You want another one?”

“No. I just want to go home,” she said and stood. “I’m glad you came back when you did. This was good enough for me. I won’t be wondering how the other half lives. I’d rather eat a meal I’ve prepared and watch a good TV show.” She met his gaze with a lopsided smile. “I’m getting old, aren’t I? An old mama.”

Colton shook his head. “Nah. You’re just growing up. And you’re the hot kind of mama, so keep up your guard.”