Mary Sullivan - Rodeo Sheriff

He liked Vy a lot. She was one of the town’s go-to sources of good common sense in the midst of any crisis. Plus, she sold great food at respectable prices and treated everyone with sincere, if sarcastic, good humor.

Chelsea followed her in, and Tori launched herself at her friend. They hugged.

“Did you bringed the nail polish?” Tori asked.

“What do you think, pipsqueak?”

Tori giggled. “’Kay.”

They put boxes on the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and unloaded them. They must have cleaned out all of the diner’s Saturday leftovers.

Honey took Vy’s hand and led her down the hallway. Rachel followed. Cole knew what that meant—his story being shared.

He hated it, loathed this laying bare of his life, but he expected it. The whole town would, and should, know of it soon enough.

Rodeo was now the home of his sister’s two children, and the townspeople needed to get to know them.

He knew everything there was to know about his fellow citizens. Why shouldn’t they know about him? He’d protected his past from them, though. That was his and his alone.

But the children’s story would spread, naturally.

Vy strode back into the living room and made a beeline for him. He stood to catch her in his arms when she grasped him to her curvy body.

She held on for long moments, whispering, “I’m sorry.”

They both knew it was inadequate, but her concern was welcome nonetheless.

When he could take no more of her sympathy, he set her away from him. He glanced down and smiled to relieve the grief building in him like a pressure cooker about to blow.

God knew he didn’t want to cry in front of these women and the children. That would set off everyone, especially Evan and Madeline.

“Is it my imagination, or are you showing?”

Vy swatted his shoulder. “A man should never discuss a woman’s weight.” She dropped the fake outrage and grinned. “Yeah, I’m finally showing. Isn’t it awesome?”

If his answering grin wobbled around the edges, it was to be expected. He was happy for Vy, and Sam Carmichael, too, and glad they’d found each other even if the pregnancy had come shockingly quickly. Cole had no right to envy.

Vy deserved all of this and more.

When Vy turned to walk away, Cole noticed Honey watching with a frown.

What was that about?

Vy stooped in front of little Madeline.

“Hi,” she said and held out her hand.

Madeline didn’t take it.

Vy turned and tickled Tori until she giggled with delight. Tori and Vy were great friends.

Madeline and Evan watched with fascination, as well they might. Cole hadn’t been able to give them a damned bit of pleasure this past week.

He wished he knew more about their lives with his sister and her husband. His twice-yearly visits hadn’t been nearly enough to forge as strong a bond as he’d have liked with his nephew and niece.

He needed one now, this minute, but God knew how long that would take with the children so damaged.

He watched Honey placing bowls on place mats. Then she called the children to come and sit at the table.

When Madeline sat down, she started to cry.

Cole rushed over and picked her up. She cuddled her head against his chest. He knew she liked the vibrations his voice made when he talked. “What’s wrong?”

“Raisins,” she whispered for his ears only.

Honey had given the children Vy’s amazing rice pudding, some of the best comfort food on earth, thick with custard and sprinkled with nutmeg, but Madeline was obviously offended by the raisins.

“She doesn’t like raisins. Is there something else she can have?” He picked up her bowl to put it in the kitchen, but Tori’s high-pitched voice stopped him.

“Sheriff, no! I gots a big love for raisins. I eat them.”

A big love. Good lord, Tori was cute. No wonder she broke down resistance wherever she went.

He set the bowl back on the table.

“Maddy, do you likes rice pudding without raisins?” Tori asked.

Madeline nodded.

“I eat your raisins and you eat the pudding. Okay?”

Madeline nodded.

“Mommy, can you putted the raisins from Maddy’s pudding in my bowl?”

“I’ll do it,” Cole said. Tori might be here for the children’s sake, but her open, honest spirit soothed Cole as well. When he finished, the children ate.

Honey approached and rested her fingers on his arm to get his attention. He sidled away. He might crave contact with her, but Honey touching him constituted a dangerous, subversive act against his vulnerable defenses.

She was not the woman for him, he reminded himself yet again.

“Here,” she said, handing him a plate of reheated meat loaf and mashed potatoes. He could smell the garlic in them. The Summertime Diner’s food was the best.

“Eat,” Honey ordered.

He sat down in the remaining empty chair not at all certain he could swallow a bite. But he tried.

Minutes later, he’d finished the entire plate.

“Better?” Vy asked.

He nodded. A second later, Honey appeared at his side with a bowl of rice pudding for him, too, her floral essence swirling around her.

Madeline grasped a hank of Honey’s hair and held on, forcing Honey to pick her up, sit down in her chair and put the child on her lap.

Madeline pulled Honey’s hair around her head and under her chin like a nun’s wimple, leaving only a narrow portion of her face showing.

Cole put down his spoon and squeezed the bridge of his nose. How was he supposed to make life normal for children who had lost so much?

Honey picked up a bit of Maddy’s rice pudding in a spoon and fed it to her. Maddy let her.

Cole had been having trouble getting enough food into the child. Thank God for Honey.

The apartment door opened and Will, Vy’s cook, stepped in carrying a tray.

Cole glanced at Vy.

She grinned. “I asked him to make milk shakes and bring them over.”

Cole frowned. “On a Sunday? You shouldn’t have. It’s his day off.”

“I don’t mind,” Will said. “Nothing much else to do.”

That surprised Cole. Will was a big handsome guy with a wicked set of dimples that set the women of Rodeo sighing. No exaggeration. Cole had witnessed the weird phenomenon of usually sensible women falling all over Will when he indulged them with one of his rare smiles.

The women of town pursued. Will resisted. Cole had no idea why.

With a magician’s flourish, Will snatched the towel from the tray to reveal a half dozen small milk shakes in retro diner glasses.

“Who wants one?”

All three tiny heads nodded, as did Chelsea.

“Who are these two little ones I haven’t met?”

“I’m Evan.”

Will shook his hand.

Madeline didn’t say a word. “That’s my sister, Madeline,” Evan clarified.

Will leaned close. Madeline stared at the colorful drinks. “I have vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. What is your choice?”

Will made no mention of the odd way Maddy sat surrounded by Honey’s hair. Good man.

Madeline pointed to a pink milk shake. Will put it on the place mat in front of her, then asked Evan, Tori and Chelsea which flavors they preferred.

The front doorbell rang.

“It’s like Grand Central Station in here,” Cole muttered before remembering he was interviewing today.

God, he was tired.

Honey headed downstairs. The room had filled up with adults and children, but the second Honey left, so did all of the room’s warmth.

Cole’s mantra—if Honey is there, I am aware—ran through him.

She returned with Tanya Mayhall.

Tanya, a solidly built, affectionate middle-aged woman with not one sharp edge about her, searched the room for Cole with a worried frown.