The Cowboys Heart: 3 by Helen Evans

Author:Helen Evans [Evans, Helen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical, 20th Century, Western, Westerns
Amazon: B012JU2XPS
Published: 2015-07-25T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

“Thank you,” I said to Hudson once we’d finished cleaning everything up. Jamie still hadn’t come down from his room, and now he was blaring his rock music, which he did every time he was angry and didn’t want to be interrupted.

“He’ll be okay, just give him some time,” Hudson said, pulling me into his arms.

I nodded and hugged him back. “I know. I’m just so angry. I thought Phillip had changed, that he was generally interested in having a relationship with his son. I should’ve known better. He’ll never change. He’s too selfish.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, I thought the party was great. And Jamie really did seem like he was having fun.”

I smiled. “Thanks for saying that.” I rose up on my tip toes and kissed him deeply. “Are you staying here tonight?” I whispered.

He grinned against my lips. “I don’t know. Am I?”

I laughed. “Yes?”

Hudson chuckled. “I’m going to go check in with Richard real quick and make sure things are running smoothly. But then I’ll come back.” He winked, and my heart fluttered. I loved when he winked at me. In a silly sort of way, it made me feel special, like I was the only woman in the world in his eyes. It was a nice feeling.

“Okay, hurry back.” Once he left, I tidied up a bit more, not quite ready to go to bed just yet. I wanted to wait for Hudson to get back anyway.

I hesitated near the end of the stairs, debating whether I should go up and try to talk to Jamie. Although I had no idea what I’d say to him. What was there to say? I didn’t have any answers, and I knew he would want to know why Phillip wasn’t here. I grabbed my phone and checked it, praying there was some answer, some explanation. But there were no texts and no voicemails. Disgusted, I tossed my phone onto the counter. How could he do this?

I heard a car pull in the driveway and my heart lodged in my throat. Phillip walked in a few moments later. He was stumbling and reeked of alcohol. I narrowed my eyes, my anger instant and red hot.

“Where the hell have you been?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. I glared at him, waiting for his typical lame response.

He gave me a sloppy, lopsided smile and bumped into the corner of the counter as he walked toward me. “I had to work some things out up here,” he said, tapping the side of his head. “This,” he waved between me and him, “is just weird. Got all up in my head, and I don’t like it.”

“You’re drunk!” I’d known that the second he walked in, but it didn’t register until right now. “How dare you!” I poked his chest. “Tonight was Jamie’s birthday party, and you missed it because you were out getting drunk.”

Phillip paused as if he’d truly forgotten what tonight was. His eyes widened, then he burped. I moved back, hating the sight of him like that.

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