McKettrick: An Outlaw's Christmas Part 19

"Poor Brylee," Opal said as she opened the refrigerator door and began rummaging about inside it for the makings of one of her legendary meals.

"Sounded to me like it was her own fault," Slade observed, leaving the dog in order to wash his hands at the sink. He was clad in a suit, but Kendra knew he'd be back in his customary jeans, beat-up boots and lightweight s.h.i.+rt at the first opportunity. "Hutch said he told Brylee he didn't want to get married, more than once, and she wouldn't listen."

For Slade, this was a virtual torrent of words. He was a quiet, deliberate man, and he normally liked to mull things over before he offered an opinion-in contrast to his half brother, Hutch, who tended to go barreling in where angels feared to tread and consider the wisdom of his words and actions later. Or not at all.

Joslyn, meanwhile, tuned in on Kendra's face and read her expression, however guarded it was, with perfect accuracy. They'd been friends since they were barely older than Madison was now, and for the past year, they'd been business partners, too-Joslyn taking over the reins at Shepherd Real Estate, in nearby Parable, while Kendra scoured the countryside for Jeffrey's daughter.

"Thank heaven he came to his senses," Joslyn said, with her usual certainty. "Brylee is a wonderful person, but she's all wrong for Hutch and he's all wrong for her. They wouldn't have lasted a year."

The crowd in the kitchen began to thin out a little then-Shea, the dog and Madison headed into the family room with their cookies, and Callie followed, Shea regaling her "Grands" with an account of who did what and who wore what and who said what.

Slade ascended the back stairway, chuckling, no doubt on his way to the master bedroom to change clothes. Except for bankers and lawyers, few men in rural Montana wore suits on a regular basis-such get-ups were reserved for Sunday services, funerals and...weddings, ill-fated or otherwise.

Opal, for her part, kept murmuring to herself and shaking her head as she began measuring out flour and lard for a batch of her world-cla.s.s biscuits. "Land sakes," she muttered repeatedly, along with, "Well, I never, in all my live-long days-"

Joslyn laid her hands on her bulging stomach and sighed. "I swear this baby is practicing to be a rodeo star. It feels as though he's riding a bull in there."

Kendra laughed softly, partly at the image her friend had painted and partly as a way to relieve the dizzying tension brought on by Shea's breathless announcement. Hutch called the whole thing off. He stopped the wedding.

"The least you could do," she teased Joslyn, trying to get a grip on her crazy emotions, "is go into labor already and let the little guy get a start on his cowboy career."

As serene as a Botticelli Madonna, Joslyn grinned. "He's taking his time, all right," she agreed. The briefest frown flickered in her s.h.i.+ning eyes as she regarded Kendra more closely than before. "It's only fair to warn you," she went on, quietly resolute, "that Slade invited Hutch to come to supper with us tonight-"

Joslyn continued to talk, saying she expected both Slade and Hutch would saddle up and ride the range for a while, but Kendra barely heard her. She flat-out wasn't ready to encounter Hutch Carmody, even at her closest friend's table. Why, the last time she'd seen him, after that stupid, macho horse race of his and Slade's, she'd kicked him, hard, in the s.h.i.+ns.

Because he'd just kissed her.

Because he'd risked his life for no good reason.

Because hers was just one of the many hearts he'd broken along his merry way.

Plus she was a mess. She'd been on the road for three days, and even after a good night's sleep in Joslyn's guest room and two showers, she felt rumpled and grungy.

She stood up. She'd get Madison and head for town, she decided, hurry to her own place, where she should have gone in the beginning.

Not that she planned to live there very long.

The mega-mansion was too big for her and Madison, too full of memories.

"Kendra," Joslyn ordered kindly, "sit down."

Opal could be heard poking around in the pantry, still talking to herself.

Slade came down the back stairway, looking like himself in worn jeans, a faded flannel s.h.i.+rt and boots.

Pa.s.sing Joslyn, he paused and leaned down to plant a kiss on top of her head. Kendra sank slowly back into her own chair.

"Don't start without me," Slade said, spreading one big hand on Joslyn's baby-bulge and grinning down into her upturned face.

It was almost enough to make a person believe in love again, Kendra thought glumly, watching these two.

"Not a chance, cowboy," Joslyn replied, almost purring the words. "We made this baby together and we're having it together."

Kendra was really starting to feel like some kind of voyeuristic intruder when Opal came out of the pantry, looked Slade over from behind the thick lenses of her gla.s.ses, and demanded, "Just where do you think you're going, Slade Barlow? Didn't I just say I'm starting supper?"

Slade straightened, smiled at Opal. "Now don't get all riled up," he cajoled. "I'm just going out to check on the horses, not driving a herd to Texas."

"Do I look like I was born yesterday?" Opal challenged, with gruff good humor. "You mean to saddle up and ride. I can tell by looking at you."

Slade laughed, shook his head, shoved a hand through his dark hair before crossing the room to take his everyday hat from a peg beside the back door and plop it on his head. "I promise you," he told Opal, "that the minute that dinner bell rings, I'll be here."

Opal huffed, cheerfully unappeased, then waved Slade off with one hand and went back to making supper.

"You might as well stay here and face Hutch," Joslyn told Kendra, as though there had been no interruption in their conversation. "After all, Parable is a small town, and you're bound to run into him sooner rather than later. Why not get it over with?"

The twinkle in Joslyn's eyes might have annoyed Kendra if she hadn't been so fond of her. Like many happily married people, Joslyn wanted all her friends to see the light and get hitched, p.r.o.nto.

An image of Brylee Parrish bloomed in Kendra's mind and she felt a stab of sorrow for the woman. Loving Hutch Carmody was asking for trouble-she could have told Brylee that.

Not that Brylee would have listened, any more than she had long ago, when various friends had warned her that she was marrying Jeffrey on the rebound, had urged her to take time to think before leaping feetfirst into a whole different world.

"I need to get Madison settled," Kendra fretted. "There are groceries to buy and I've been away from the business way too long as it is-"

"The business is just fine," Joslyn said reasonably. "And so is Madison."

As if on cue, the little girl gave a delighted laugh in the next room.

It was a sweet sound, all too rare, and it made the backs of Kendra's eyes scald. "I don't know if I can handle it," she confessed, very softly. "Seeing Hutch again right away, I mean. I was counting on having some time to adjust to being back-"

Joslyn reached out, took her hand. Squeezed. "You can handle it," she said with quiet certainty. "Trust yourself, Kendra. Nothing is going to happen between you and Hutch unless you want it to."

"That's just the trouble," Kendra reflected miserably, careful to keep her voice down so Madison wouldn't overhear. "Wanting a man-wanting Hutch-and knowing better the whole time-well, you know-"

"I do know," Joslyn said, smiling.

"I have a daughter now," Kendra reminded her friend. "I want Madison to grow up in Parable, go to the same schools from kindergarten through high school. I want to give her security, a real sense of community, the whole works. And getting sucked into Hutch's...o...b..t would be the stupidest thing I could possibly do."

"Would it?" Joslyn asked, raising one delicate eyebrow as she waited for a reply.

"Of course it would," Kendra whispered fiercely. "The man broke my heart into a gazillion pieces, remember? And now he's dumped some poor woman virtually at the altar, which only goes to prove he hasn't changed!"

"Did it ever occur to you," Joslyn inquired, unruffled, "that Hutch might have adumped' Brylee for the simple reason that she's not you?"

"No," Kendra said firmly, shaken by the mere possibility, "that did not occur to me. He did it because he can't commit to anything or anyone long-term, because Whisper Creek Ranch is all he really cares about in this world-because he's a heartless, womanizing b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

Before Joslyn could offer a response to that, Madison, Shea, Callie and the dog trailed back in the kitchen, making further discussion of Hutch Carmody impossible.

Kendra was still fl.u.s.tered, though. Her heart pounded and her throat and sinuses felt strangely thick-was she coming down with something? Every instinct urged her to get the heck out of there, now, but the idea seemed cowardly and, besides, Madison was just starting to let herself be part of the group.

If they rushed off to town, the little girl would be understandably confused.

So Kendra decided to stay, at least until after supper.

She was a grown woman, a mother. Joslyn had been right-it was time she started trusting herself. Hutch had always held an infuriating attraction for her, but she was older now, and wiser, and she had more self-control.

The next hour was taken up with getting ready, coming and going, table-setting and a lot of companionable, lighthearted chatter. Slade returned from the barn as he'd promised and, after was.h.i.+ng up in a downstairs bathroom, made the whole crew promise not to pester Hutch with questions about the interrupted wedding.

As if, Kendra thought. She probably wouldn't say more than a few polite words to the man. If she spoke to him at all.

She felt strong, confident, ready for anything.

Until he actually walked into the ranch house kitchen, that is.

Seeing her, he tightened his jaw and shot an accusatory glance in his half brother's direction.

"Didn't I mention that Kendra's here?" Slade asked, breaking the brief, pulsing silence. There was a smile in his voice, though his blue eyes conveyed nothing but innocent concern.

Hutch, his dark blond hair sun-kissed with gold, recovered his normal affable manner within the s.p.a.ce of a heartbeat.

He even smiled, flas.h.i.+ng those perfect white teeth and setting Kendra back on her figurative heels.

"h.e.l.lo, Kendra," he said with a nod, after taking off his hat. Like Slade, he was dressed "cowboy" and the look suited him.

Kendra replied with a nod of her own. "Hutch," she said, turning from the chopping board, where she'd been preparing a salad, and wished she'd cleared her throat first, because the name came out like a croak.

His gaze moved straight to Madison, and Kendra read the questions in his eyes even before he hid them behind a smile. Madison, meanwhile, raised Rupert, as if presenting him to this stranger for inspection.

"Howdy, there," he said, all charm. "Do my eyes deceive me or is that critter a kangaroo?"

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