Deb Kastner - Her Forgotten Cowboy

“A couple of years ago you started competing in agility competitions with the alpacas.”

“Agility?” Not surprisingly, her mind was drawing a complete blank.

“Weaving through stakes, loading and unloading from a trailer, putting their packs on their backs. That sort of thing.”

“I see.” She didn’t, of course.

“You’re really good at it. You’ve won quite a few trophies. I don’t know whether you noticed them or not, but we’ve got them all displayed on the mantel over the fireplace in the living room.”

Rebecca’s throat closed around her breath. Tanner almost sounded proud of her accomplishments.

Then his gaze clouded over and his frown deepened.

“After you left, I almost got rid of the alpacas,” he admitted. “Keeping them around was just more work for me to do, and they reminded me of you on a constant basis. It—it was hard.” He lifted his hat and tunneled his fingers through his blond hair, then replaced his hat and lowered the brim over his eyes.

Another alpaca, this one a spotted brown and white, approached the fence far less aggressively than the first one, and much less vocally, and leaned her head over, close enough for Rebecca to tentatively touch her soft wool.

“I’m glad you didn’t sell them.” Her throat tightened around the words. It was an odd feeling brushing her palm over the alpaca’s soft head. She searched her mind and found nothing regarding the animals, and yet her heart naturally responded to their big brown eyes and enormous eyelashes.

Her baby gave her a good, swift kick in the ribs and she rubbed at the spot where his little heel was.

Tanner’s gaze dropped to her belly. “Does the baby move around a lot?”

“Oh, yes. Come here and feel.”

It was a little awkward taking Tanner’s hand in hers and placing it over her belly, but the baby did a nice flip for his daddy, who grinned when he felt it.

There was something so special, so intimate, about a man and wife sharing this moment with their unborn child. She had lost far more than she knew, but somewhere deep down, one thought echoed through her heart and mind.

She was home.

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