Cathy Mcdavid - A Baby For The Deputy

Mel was convinced she’d misheard the young woman. Then, like everyone else in the room, she looked at her father. His expression wasn’t one of surprise but rather guilt and resignation.

This couldn’t be happening. Samantha Egherman? Mel had never heard the name before.

Her ears started ringing, the sound increasing in volume until it blocked out everything else.

His daughter? That made no sense.

Slowly, Mel’s father set his plate on the nearest table. Facing the young woman, he said, “Samantha,” as if testing her name.

In that instant, Mel knew the outrageous claim was true. She had a half sister. More than that, her father had apparently known and hadn’t told anyone.

Chapter Three

Aaron and the other partygoers watched the train wreck unfolding before them with a mixture of surprise, embarrassment and sympathy for those involved. And, of course, morbid fascination. Ray repeating the young woman’s name was the equivalent of two locomotives colliding. Mel’s startled cry of distress was the first piece of wreckage flying.

Worried by the unsteady way in which she swayed, Aaron pushed past several people to reach her.

“I got you,” he said, grasping her elbow.

“I don’t believe it.” She lifted her face to his. “I don’t want to believe it.”

Well, who would? Discovering you had an eighteen-year-old sibling wasn’t typically on anyone’s bucket list.

“Are you okay? You’re shaking.”

“Okay? You’ve got to be kidding.” She gave a brittle laugh and then bit back a sob.

“I’m happy to see you, Samantha,” Ray said. “Finally. I’ve been waiting a long time.”

The young woman glared at him. “Look. All I want is my money. Then I’ll get out of here.”

Her money? Aaron thought she had some nerve. Make that a lot of nerve. Ray had bought the winning ticket. The money was his to gift to whomever he chose.

“Is she scamming Dad?” Mel obviously didn’t see the resemblance between her and Samantha that Aaron had noticed yesterday.

“Just wait.” He increased his hold on her. “Give them a minute.”

Mel briefly resisted before relenting, which probably had more to do with Frankie’s warning glance than Aaron’s advice.

“Why don’t you have some supper?” Ray offered Samantha a smile. “You must be hungry. Then we’ll go home. Continue this discussion in private.”

“I don’t want any food,” she said, her voice tight.

“All right then.” He turned and addressed the entire room. “Thank you everyone for coming and making this birthday special. Please stay and enjoy all this great food. My...daughter—” he glanced at Samantha “—and I are leaving.”

After that, Aaron couldn’t stop Mel from rushing to join them. Her sisters, Frankie and Ronnie, beat her there.

“Dad,” Mel said, “you don’t have to do this. You have no proof she’s who she says she is.”

“I’m sorry.”

Aaron wasn’t sure which of his daughters Ray was apologizing to and what for.

“Is it true?” Frankie demanded. “Is she our sister?”

Ray’s smile faltered. “We’ll talk about this at home.”

“Yes, it’s true,” Samantha insisted.

“Oh, God.” Frankie blinked rapidly as if that could halt the tears filling her eyes.

“I know you.” Ronnie nudged Mel aside and pointed at Samantha. “I’ve seen you compete. You’re a barrel racer. A national junior rodeo champion. You turned professional this year.”

Being recognized visibly upset Samantha. She didn’t let it faze her, however, and rallied by raising her chin. “I know you, too.”

From the rodeo circuit or as her long-lost sister?

Ronnie must have wondered the same thing, for she asked, “Why didn’t you say something to me when we met before?”

Samantha’s answer was to raise her chin another notch.

People continued to gawk and whisper behind the shields of their hands. A few respectfully inched away. The gaps they left were instantly filled.

Aaron debated whether to don his deputy hat and clear the room or allow things to play out. He wasn’t on duty, no crime had been committed and no one was in immediate danger. Unless Mel’s fragile state counted.

He took a step forward. The hell with this being the Hartmans’ crisis to handle. Mel needed a friend, and he was that first and foremost.

His next step was blocked by Nancy, who held Kaylee’s hand in a death grip. “Let’s go home, Aaron.”

“Not yet.” He wasn’t leaving without talking to Mel.

“Kaylee’s upset.”

He glanced down at his daughter, who stared over her shoulder at Mel’s nieces, a forlorn expression on her face. If she was upset, it was at having to abandon her friends.

It was on the tip of his tongue to chide Nancy for overdramatizing things. Instead, he nodded at their neighbors who were gathering their things.

“There’s Geo and Leslie,” he said. “Why don’t you ask them for a ride home?”

Nancy frowned, not liking the idea. “What about you?”

“I’ll be home soon.” Aaron bent and gathered Kaylee close. “I love you, jelly bean.”

“I wanna stay, Daddy.”

“You’ll see your friends at preschool on Monday.”

Kaylee pouted. In another minute, she’d be whining. In two minutes, she’d be crying.

“I’ll be home in time to tuck you in.” Aaron straightened. He’d been ready to promise, then stopped himself. With the demands of his job, he couldn’t always be where he wanted, when he wanted, and he hated disappointing Kaylee.

Except, this was personal and not work related. He didn’t have to stay.

“Will you tell me a story about Mommy?” she pleaded.

Guilt pricked at him. “Of course.”

Nancy wasn’t the sole keeper of Robin’s memories. Aaron’s stories tended to be less eloquently spun than Nancy’s, but they were told from the heart. He made sure Kaylee knew how much she’d been adored by Robin and how much Robin had been adored by him.

“Bye, Daddy.”

Aaron watched his daughter and Nancy until the patio door closed behind them. By then, thankfully, more guests had left, their tongues wagging, Aaron was sure. A few kindly individuals began clearing tables and packing food. No one had heeded Ray’s invitation to stay.

Mel, her sisters and Ray stood shoulder to shoulder, presenting a united front. Samantha, for her part, didn’t flinch. She either had a lot of nerve or was desperate.

Because he couldn’t just stand around doing nothing, he grabbed a heavy-duty plastic bag and began collecting trash. When Mel noticed him, he mouthed, You okay?

She shrugged limply. Her red-rimmed eyes indicated she’d been crying or trying hard not to.

He wished he could comfort her. Wrap his arms around her. Without conscious effort, he pictured them lying nestled softly together in the aftermath of making love. In those moments, he let himself imagine a life beyond stolen evenings here and there. Unfortunately, the fantasy always vanished the instant he set foot inside his house.

It did now, too, as Samantha continued causing a scene.

“Fine,” she spat out. “I’ll follow you in my truck.” She made for the door, her boots clomping on the concrete floor.

A chagrined Ray hurried after her. He was either escaping the wrath of his wife and daughters or attempting to head off disaster. Perhaps a little of both.

“Are we just going to let them leave?” Mel demanded of her sisters.

“Hell, no,” Ronnie and Frankie chorused.

“Maybe you should give them some time alone,” Dolores said.

The three sisters blinked at her in disbelief.

She crossed her arms. “I’m serious. And you know I don’t usually put my foot down. Ten minutes, then you can go. For now, let’s finish cleaning up.”