From the Heart: Romance, Mystery and Suspense a collection for everyone (16 page)

Chapter Thirty-Two

Emily rested her elbow on the kitchen table. She sipped on a second cup of coffee, searching the hot black liquid for some sign or answer. The wall clock ticked; it was after eleven, and Bob had promised to return Katy before lunch on Sunday, so he could pull in anytime.

Brad had stayed all night. And true to his word, he’d made love to her throughout the night, waking her several times. Although tired, she felt more energized than she had in years. She’d cooked a big breakfast for Brad and Trevor. They’d lingered over a few cups of coffee. Neither wanted this to end. But he had no choice. He had a ranch to run. He needed to leave.

Never had Emily felt the intense comfort of being with the right guy; the one who sends your heart and soul to the natural high and if they leave, you’d swear your heart will blister into a million pieces. Emily held up her bare ring finger, not even a flicker of remorse because with Bob, she’d never experienced this kind of passion, this kind of bliss. Waking in Brad’s arms, as he slowly entered her, was a passion far more vivid, more potent. She’d swear she’d died and gone to heaven, or someplace close. Even the shower they shared after the sun had come up had been filled with such creative passion. Emily rinsed out her mug and wandered to the front window. She sighed, wishing Brad to return. But he left after kissing her long and thoughtfully, without promises, or frilly words—nothing. He had a dragon to slay, a conflict to end. Afterward, he’d return and be her everything.

Chapter Thirty-Three

For the first time in what felt like forever, Brad felt the oppressive weight lift off. Watching Emily come apart beneath him, her shy glances and her tender touch, it was the purest, simplest form of love. He shook his head. Five years ago, he’d never have given her a second look. But right now, he wanted to get down on his knees and thank whomever steered her his way. Emily was a complicated, wise and powerful soul and Brad knew the short, feisty, brown-haired beauty would fight heaven and earth for what was right. The opposite of the shallow flashy women toward whom he’d always gravitated.

Brad turned down his long dirt driveway, and felt the heaviness drop back down on him like a sack of potatoes. How could he hate a place he loved so much?

He swallowed hard as he remembered what a callow, stupid ass he was. He created this mess because of who he was. He loved that superficial lust with Crystal, she looked good hanging off his arm and that’s all he ever wanted, anything deeper would have sent him running for the hills. Crystal simply was who she was. It was his fault for pursuing her.

Brad scratched his head and glanced at Trevor as he remembered Crystal’s horror, the day she found out she was pregnant. Brad had laughed and brushed it off to simple hysterics, that she was scared of being a mother
… and convinced himself she’d get used to it. Only as he allowed himself to face the truth, did he now realize it was more than that; Crystal never wanted children, because she was still very much a child.

She couldn’t care for someone who depended on her. She wasn’t that strong, or was she too selfish? Reflecting and admitting the truth was a bitter pill to swallow; he cared for her then. A one-sided deal.

Crystal looked after the surface stuff, spending his money, redecorating the house, enjoying a lifestyle to which she actually believed herself entitled.

An only child doted upon by her mother and father. They were by no means wealthy, but they’d given her anything and everything she’d ever wanted. There were no teachings of the value of money, commitment
, moderation, and responsibility. But then, Brad hadn’t listened either.

His daddy was a good man. He’d pulled him aside weeks before the wedding, reminding him this was his choice and his alone to live with. That he would never say another word, but he expected him to listen now. Girls like Crystal were fun to play with. She was shallow and not the marrying kind; she’ll never be devoted to you and any kids you want. Brad had been furious and lashed out at his father. He’d told him he was just jealous he’d found someone this dazzling. His father nearly hit him. Brad winced now as he squeezed the steering wheel in his truck. He was ashamed; he wished his father would’ve decked him. He deserved it. Because Brad hadn’t spoken to his father since
; his mom, occasionally… but he never told her what was going on.

As the oldest, the ranch passed to Brad. His father and younger brother bought 10,000 acres down on the Yucatan Peninsula—their idea of a small ranch.

He visited his mother once, with Crystal right after Trevor was born. His father then was in Panama, whether planned or coincidence, Brad didn’t know. Now he wished for his daddy’s advice, to make peace and bridge the gulf widening with each day’s passing.

When he and Crystal married
, he looked after her, handled everything. He paid the bills, was generous with providing her money and credit cards. She’d no concept of value, and continually exceeded her credit limit.

The first time he spoke with her, he’d been blunt. “I’m not an untapped well.”

She panicked and carried on in such a way anyone would have thought the world was coming to an end. He was astounded by what she spent on clothes alone. She never batted an eye at dropping a few thousand on a designer outfit. Shopping was her favorite past time, and he’d always given in, especially after she became pregnant.

So when did the blinders come off?

After she had Trevor, Brad truly believed she’d take one look at the infant and fall in love, just as he had. That she’d stay home; become a good wife and doting mother. He was sure the inbred nurturing instinct that existed in women from the beginning of time would finally emerge. He just assumed it was natural.

But nothing went as planned. After she gave birth, she’d refused to hold
the baby. He’d watched painfully as she seemed to go into a depressive slump, more concerned with how she looked and what giving birth and the pregnancy had done to her precious body.

Brad made excuses for her behavior. It was the ordeal of giving birth, she was tired
… and she’d eventually come around. But the nurses knew better. He’d ignored their knowing looks, especially after her outright refusal to breast-feed when the nurse had encouraged her to try and get him latched on. The nurse tried to explain the importance of a mother’s milk. She’d screamed back that she didn’t want her breasts to get saggy.

Brad didn’t worry too much as many mothers chose to bottle-feed. It really wasn’t that big of a deal.

But things escalated after they were home. She wanted a nanny for Trevor. Brad put his foot down and refused. He lost his temper. “As Trevor’s mother, I expect you look after him.” Crystal screamed like a two-year-old and called her mother. Of course, the next thing Brad knew, his mother-in-law moved in and was looking after the baby. Betty had a heart condition. After weeks of looking after the baby and Crystal, dark circles appeared under her eyes. Brad sat her down. “What the hell are you doing, Betty?”

She cried and hung her head. “I’m so sorry, Brad, me and Crystal’s daddy are to blame. We loved her so much and we struggled when we were growing up; we didn’t want her to have to do without. Not like we did. I’m so sorry, Brad; we never taught her responsibility or how to make her own way. We made everything easy for her.”

Brad felt horrible for the woman’s pain, but he didn’t make it easier. “She expects everything to be handed to her, for you to wait hand and foot on her. You have to stop. You’re not helping the situation. She’ll never grow up.”

Betty had stiffened her lip. “She’s my daughter and I love her. And I love that Grandbaby. I can’t stop.” And she didn’t, she doted all her love on Trevor until a few months later, she suffered a stroke in her sleep one night and passed away in the hospital a few days later. It had nearly destroyed Crystal.

Crystal had been like a lost child, turning to Brad, not knowing what to do. Her father had died ten years earlier. Brad remained hopeful that now she’d finally become a mother to Trevor. Instead, what happened rocked his world. She packed her bags and slipped out of the house a week later, leaving Trevor alone. Mary Haske had arrived to clean just before lunchtime and heard the pitiful wail of a crying baby. Brad had foolishly left him with Crystal and headed to the North field.

Mary had searched the house
, looking for Crystal. When Brad drove the tractor in to have lunch, he found a ruffled Mary, irate and panicked, holding Trevor in her arms.

Mary’s
eyes had been damp and red-rimmed, and Brad’s heart dropped like lead into his stomach when he heard those gut-wrenching words. She’d found Trevor alone crying in his crib, no one there to hear him. Mary had been furious, and demanded to know where Crystal was. His blood ran cold. At first he thought she was hurt somewhere, as he hurried into the house to search. Instead, he’d felt the center drop out of him when he raced into the bedroom, pulled open the closet to discover her clothes, makeup, jewelry, everything was gone. The fury that stole over him, that she could have left Trevor alone, made him physically shake with fear. What if Mary hadn’t come? He’d collapsed to the floor right in front of Mary. Then when it sunk in, he put his fist through the wall and bloodied his knuckles. That physical pain was welcome. The other was not. The tears stung the back of his eyes as he held his boy tight for a long time, before leaving him in the care of Mary Haske.

Brad spent a week tracking Crystal down. It was through his credit cards he was able to find her in Hawaii,
and that nightmare episode had ensued.

He still remembered the humiliation as he left without her. Crystal stayed away. The weeks turned into months. He kept track of where she was. She only phoned when she needed money
, and never once did she ask about Trevor.

Now after all
this time she’d come home, to suddenly be Trevor’s mother? He knew it wasn’t true. She could barely stand being in the same room with him. And if by chance she was, she always found a reason to leave. Brad would never be that careless again. He saw it in her eyes; she worried that Brad would demand her to look after him. No, he would never do that again. Then it struck him, it was the security he offered. He’d become her safety net. He handled everything for her, allowed her to have anything she wanted. Even with her gone for the last two-plus years, he’d foolishly continued to pay for everything for her. But no more. She’d made a big mistake. She’d used this child, his precious child. And she’d forced the one woman who truly cared for him and Trevor, out of his house. Emily, who had fought for Trevor’s future and helped him see what Trevor truly needed.

“Home sweet home, Trevor.”

He’d barely lifted Trevor from the truck when Crystal stormed out, decked out as if she were going to town, wearing black jeans, a white blouse, and not a hair out of place.

And the way she dug in with each step, Brad knew hell
itself would be a lot more peaceful.

He held Trevor and watched this pitiful, greedy woman
, and the anger she held close. How could he have loved, let alone worshipped the ground she walked on? There had to be something wrong with him.

“Just where the fuck were you? I waited up for you all night!” She balled her fists and planted them on her hips.

Brad put Trevor down. He could feel him tense as he started swaying and rocking back and forth, from one foot to the other. The squeaks were becoming more pronounced lately, to an “eek, eek” and “click, click” with his tongue. “Okay, Trevor, let’s get you changed.” Brad bent down and picked Trevor up and set him on his shoulders. He stepped around Crystal like she was a cowpie in the fields.

She dogged his heels like one of those irritating little Chihuahuas that don’t know how to shut up. “You were with her
, weren’t you? That slut.” The accusation was laced with so much venom that Brad needed to restrain himself from turning and hitting her. Trevor reminded him by tugging his hair.

She bumped into him at the door, practically stepped on his foot. He darted around so fast he almost knocked her over with the force of his words, “Get the fuck away from me, you’re scaring Trevor. I’ll talk to you after I get him settled.”

Smart lady, she didn’t follow.

Brad plopped Trevor in front of the TV, and put in a Walt Disney movie. When he turned around, he saw her standing there just inside the door, impatiently tapping the toe of her designer boot. Brad moved at a speed that had Crystal’s mouth hanging open. He grabbed her and dragged her with him into the kitchen, releasing her with such force she almost fell against the table.

He crossed his arms and surveyed the kitchen, the dirty dishes stacked in the sink, on the counter, Cliff and Mac had obviously come in to eat. He’d end that now. They had their own kitchen in the house in back. Until things were settled, they were going to have to make their own meals in their own place.

He dragged his eyes over her, and then dismissed her as he turned away. She planted herself in his face and tossed her long blond mane over her shoulder.

“Just where the hell were you? I demand some answers, as your wife I have a right--” Her face paled and she closed her mouth.

Brad
had raised his hands, now shaking; he squeezed his fists as he loomed over her. Maybe she realized just how close he was to strangling her. “You have a right to
what
?” His words were low, deathly quiet, with a bite so sharp she took another step back. She swallowed and her eyes widened. She should be scared.

Brad stalked to the table
, dragged out a chair, and pointed. “Sit down and keep your voice down, I’ll not have you upsetting Trevor anymore.”

She tossed her long hair over her shoulder and acted as if she was the injured party. She glared right back. But the slight tremor on her lower lip betrayed her. She hesitated a second, and then sat.

She gazed up and then flushed. Maybe she realized she’d pushed him too far. Even Brad worried he couldn’t contain the wild animal that sought to break free.

She squirmed. He crossed his arms as his hair prickled the back of his neck with a warning not to turn his back on her. She was clever and spiteful and if he underestimated her, he was positive he would live to regret it.

“I want you to leave.” How’d he get his voice so calm?

An indignant righteous flush stole over her face. She looked away and sat up straighter in her chair, tilting her head in a way that usually had him softening inside. He nearly laughed; blinking at, and thankful for, his newfound awareness. Maybe she realized it, because he’d swear he could see the wheels turn in that sharp mind of hers.

“No, I will not leave, and you can’t make me.” She studied her fingers, toyed with the large square diamond ring; he’d spent a small fortune to propose.

“My lawyer’s filed the necessary papers for divorce. As for Trevor, I’ve requested sole custody and guardianship.” He knew his mistake as soon as she jumped out her chair and clawed at his face.