Cowboy Crazy by Joanne Kennedy

Author:Joanne Kennedy [Kennedy, Joanne]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca
Published: 2012-06-01T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Sarah rolled into Two Shot with white knuckles on the steering wheel. She wasn’t looking forward to this assignment, and worse yet, she couldn’t get hold of Kelsey. She’d tried to call her sister at work and they said she’d taken the day off.

Kelsey never missed work, any more than she missed any of Katie’s activities or play dates. Maybe she had one of her headaches. Up until now, she’d somehow held them off until the weekend.

Pulling up to the curb outside the trailer, Sarah threw the Malibu into park. Sure enough, Kelsey’s car was parked in the driveway. There was another vehicle there too—one Sarah had never seen before. It was a pickup, an old Chevy from the ’80s with a two-color paint job and chipped fenders. It was the kind of truck a cowboy drove when he wasn’t winning at the rodeos. Sarah stared at it a moment, foreboding roiling in her stomach.

No. It couldn’t be. Tossing her purse over her shoulder, she practically ran up the walk to the front door. Giving it three quick raps with her knuckles, she barged in.

Kelsey sat at the kitchen table, a cup of tea halfway to her lips. Kitty-corner from her, at the head of the table, sat Mike. He paused midmotion too, a forkful of Kelsey’s famous made-from-scratch coconut cake raised halfway to his lips.

Sarah hung onto the door frame, barely able to absorb what she was seeing. Mike hadn’t sent a support check in six months. Why the hell would Kelsey be feeding the bastard?

“Sarah!” Kelsey clanged the teacup down on its saucer and jumped to her feet, almost knocking her chair over backwards. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes widened. “You should be at work.”

Sarah ignored her and turned to Mike. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Eating.” He hoisted his fork in the air as if she might not have noticed the massive sugary slab in front of him, white cake with white frosting coated in snowy white coconut curls. “How ’bout you? You didn’t get fired, did you?”

“Of course not. I can’t afford to get fired.” She was ready to fling some real zingers at Mike, but Kelsey hooked the leg of a chair with one foot and jerked it out from under the table, almost tipping it over.

“Sit, Sarah. We need to talk.”

Sarah sat, a little stunned. Kelsey normally didn’t order her around.

“He’s been working,” Kelsey said. “All this time.”

“Working? Let me guess. At the rodeo?” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Eight seconds at a time? Or—wait a minute. You didn’t make the eight seconds most of the time, did you? It’s probably a challenge for you to ride that kitchen chair.”

He took the insults in stride. “No rodeo,” he said. “I’m working for the Carrigan Corp. Got a job on the oil rigs. We’ve been up north of Bismarck, building roads and digging trenches.”

Sarah glanced down at his hands. He’d always had the typical cowboy calluses on his riding hand, but now he had them on every finger.

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