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when? You’ve never cared what anyone thought.”
So much for hedging. “I cared what you thought, for all the good it did me.”
“I wanted to get married,” he said in a voice so low it was almost a growl. “You were the one who demanded more time. You were the one who said we should make sure before we took the big step.”
“I didn’t think you’d be sleeping with other women, or raising families with them.”
“It happened. I wasn’t going to walk out on her.”
Her. Libby was surprised that she felt a stab of jealousy. She tilted her head back. “You did the right thing. For her.”
“I had no choice.”
“No,” she admitted, “you didn’t.” He couldn’t have come back to her when he was having a baby with someone else. She wouldn’t have had him back.
“I still don’t know why you’re here,” he said.
“You want to know why I’m here? Because, regardless of what you think, I don’t appreciate being bet on and talked about. I’d prefer not to have people watching us to see what’s going to happen next, like we’re some kind of reality show.”
“What are you talking about?” he asked with a perplexed scowl.
“You told Jason you’d do as you damned well pleased where I’m concerned.”
Kade hooked his thumb in his belt and regarded her for another long moment. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounds.”
“Well, it’s what someone heard and it’s affecting the odds.”
“Libby …”
The way he said her name sent a small tingle through her body. And it pissed her off. “Just keep your distance and I’ll keep mine. I think you owe me that much, Kade.” She opened the truck door, putting a barrier between them. “It was nice to meet your daughter.”
Libby got in and turned the key, throwing the truck into Reverse almost as soon as the engine fired and leaving Kade standing in the driveway.
Talk about plans being derailed. She’d come on the offensive and had left on the retreat. That wasn’t the way she normally did things, but it was the way she’d done them today.
And she didn’t know why.
Libby slowed as she approached a corner. No, she did know why, and it was more than the kid being there. Seeing Kade had thrown her completely off-kilter. No matter how many times she’d told herself that she’d moved on over the past few years, it was obvious now that she’d been wrong.
She was still pissed off at Kade. And she still hated him for what he’d done.
“WHO’S THAT LADY, DAD?” Maddie asked as soon as Kade opened the trailer door.
Try as he might, Kade couldn’t say “no one.”
“We grew up together,” he said as he shut the door behind him. He glanced into the mirror that was visible through the door of the small bathroom and he grimaced. He looked like a derelict. He didn’t usually sleep this late, but Maddie had been wound up the night before and she’d talked well into the small hours before he convinced her to slide her folding door shut and get some sleep.
“Why’s she mad at you?”
“Because I hurt her feelings once.” He headed for the coffeepot.
“A long time ago?”
“Yep.”
“And she’s still mad?” Maddie blinked as she asked the question.
Kade poured coffee into a mug, took a sip. Then another. “Some people stay mad a long time, sweetie.”
“I don’t.”
“You’re lucky. Come on,” he said, jerking his head toward the stove. “I’ll make breakfast. You set the table.”
“Pancakes?”
“You bet.”
Maddie set the tiny fold-out table while Kade whipped up pancakes from a mix and started cooking dollar-size cakes in a cast-iron frying pan. Maddie loved the trailer because everything was small. She thought it was like living in a dollhouse, whereas Kade was getting a bona fide case of cabin fever after only a week. But he wouldn’t sleep in the house. He hated the feel of the place, could still feel his father’s malevolent presence.
“I want to see the blue horse before I go.”
“He’s not really blue, Maddie,” Kade replied as he flipped pancakes. His nerves were still humming from his encounter with Libby. She hadn’t changed much. She was still full of fire. Still beautiful with all that long curly hair and those flashing blue eyes. And she had obviously been unnerved by meeting Maddie.
Not that there was a chance in hell that her feelings toward his child would matter one way or the other. Libby was not, by nature, the trusting kind, and he’d done more than break her trust. He’d decimated it. But she’d also done a number on him, too, when she’d told him she wasn’t sure she wanted to get married.
“I know he’s not really blue,” Maddie replied airily, bringing his attention back to her. “He’s a blue roan. He has black and white and gray hairs mixed, and it looks like he’s blue.”
Maddie had had blue roans on the brain ever since Kade had told her about Blue, the stud his grandfather had given him when he was fifteen. He hadn’t told her about setting the horse free, since that was both illegal and frowned upon, instead letting her think that Blue had escaped on his own and joined a band of mustangs.
“And he’s far away. It’s a long ride.” Kade slapped half a dozen small pancakes onto a red plastic plate, handed it to his daughter, then started pouring more batter into the frying pan.
“I can make it,” Maddie said as she covered her pancakes with syrup.
“Maybe you can, but can Sugar Foot? You’re getting pretty big and riding double might be kind of hard on the old girl.”
“Da-ad.”
Kade smiled in response to her disgusted tone. He hated what his long-ago mistake had done to Libby, but never for one instant had he regretted his child. And he was doing the best he could to be a decent father, even though he didn’t have a lot of experience in that area. At least he’d hung around with his friend Menace’s huge family and Jason Ross’s smaller one enough to have some experiences of what a real family was supposed to be like.
“Maybe when I get my other horse we can ride out and see if we can find Blue.”
“Cool. When are you getting your other horse?” Maddie asked, practically bouncing in her seat. They’d been over this before, but Kade patiently repeated himself.
“As soon as I sell this place.”
“And then you’re moving back up by us, right?”
“Yeah.” I hope. It was also possible he’d have to go wherever he could find a decent job or—and he’d just started playing with this idea—where he could go to school. Get some training.
“And then I can ride the new horse all the time. Whenever I ask Mike for a horse, he says we don’t have room.”
“He has a point there, kiddo. Not many horses like living in a small backyard.”
“We can board him.”
“That’s expensive.”
“Mike’s rich.”
Not really, though compared to Kade he was. Kade refrained from commenting.
“Maybe when you move back, I can keep my horse with