the baby would be a girl.
“Yes.” Jody did manage a smile then. “Her name is Marybeth.”
Marybeth. Nicky’s little girl will be named Marybeth. “I still want to help.”
“And you can.”
“Tell me what to do.”
A nervous laugh escaped her. “As I said, I can’t think of anything right now, but you never know...” The way she was looking at him? Not good. Like she wished he would leave, and the sooner the better.
And he couldn’t blame her for wanting him gone. He’d jumped down her throat, done a first-class imitation of an overbearing ass, when he should have been gentle and coaxing and kind.
He really ought to go. He should retreat and regroup—and do a better job of acting like a civilized human being the next time he talked to her.
So all right. Next time would be better. He bent to set the water bottle on the floor, lifted the flap on his right breast pocket and pulled out one of the business cards the county provided for him. “Got a pen?”
“Uh. Sure.” She zipped over to the counter with the register on it and came back with a Bic.
He took it and jotted his private numbers on the back of the card. “Call me at the justice center anytime, for anything. And you can reach my cell and the phone at the ranch with the numbers on the back.”
“I... Great. Thanks.” She accepted the card and the return of her pen and looked down at him expectantly, waiting for him to get up and get out.
And he would. Soon. But first there were things he had to tell her, stuff she needed to know. “After we lost Nicky, I moved to the ranch.”
“Ah. That’s right. You used to live in...?”
“Prideville.” The former county seat was a forty-mile drive from Justice Creek. “With the justice center here now, I wanted to be nearby anyway. And my dad retired to Florida a few years back. We’ve got a great couple, Mae and Roman Califano, out at the Bar-Y. They’re good people. And they can run the place with their hands tied behind their backs. But I think it’s important to have someone in the family living there.”
“Yes. Yes, I can see that.”
“You know how to get to the Bar-Y, right? You’ve been there, haven’t you?”
“Yes. I have, a few times, actually—last fall, after Nick and I became friends. And I’ve met the Califanos, too. I liked them.”
He tried not to stare at her belly. He had a yen to touch it, to see if the baby might give a little kick, provide him with tangible proof that Nicky’s child lived.
But he knew he’d blown his chances for any belly-feeling today. “Just in case, I can jot down the address for you...”
“No. Really, I know how to get to the Bar-Y—I mean, if I need to get there.” Her gaze shifted toward the door and then right back to him, as though she could hustle him out with the flick of a glance. He took another card from his pocket and held it out to her.
He watched a dimple tucking itself in at the corner of her mouth. “Seth.” She held up the first card. “I already have one.”
“Jody, I would really appreciate having your numbers, too.” He said it hopefully, pouring on the sincerity, though as sheriff, he would have no trouble getting his hands on just about anything he needed to know about her. But it was better if she volunteered her contact information. That way when he called, it would be because she’d given him tacit permission to do so.
“Oh. Well, sure.” She accepted the card, scribbled on the back of it and returned it to him.
“Great.” He stuck the card back in his pocket. And then, reluctantly, he stood.
She flew to the door, turned the lock and pulled it open. “Thanks, Seth. I’m...glad you came by.”
No, she wasn’t. But it was nice of her to say so. “Call me. I mean it. Anytime.”
“Yes. All right. I will.”
He didn’t believe her. But that was okay. If she didn’t get in touch with him, he would be contacting her.
He was helping out whether she wanted him to or not.
* * *
“So will you call him?” Elise asked the next morning at the bakery. Three or four days a week, they shared breakfast at a small table tucked away in a corner. Bravo Catering and Bakery was already open. Jody would open Bloom in half an hour.
Jody leaned toward her sister across the table. “I have zero reason to call that man.” She kept her voice low in order not to share her private business with every customer in the place.
Elise fiddled with her ginormous engagement diamond. She did that a lot, usually while smiling dreamily. She and Jed Walsh, the famous thriller writer, were getting married at the end of June. And actually, she was looking more thoughtful than dreamy right at the moment. “He’s the baby’s uncle, right? And he really wants to help. You said so yourself.”
“There’s nothing to help with. I’m so completely on top of this whole situation. You guys threw me three showers. There’s nothing left to buy. The baby could come tomorrow. I’m ready to go. I mean, I have three birth coaches, present company included.”
Elise gave a little snort. “You are so efficient I can’t stand it. I get it. You’ve got this. It’s all under control.”
“As a matter of fact, it is. And I do.”
“Kids do need family, though.”
“Handled. We’re Bravos. There are too many of us to count.”
“Seth Yancy is your baby’s family, too—and I can’t believe I even have to remind you of that.”
Jody stared into her steaming cup of rooibos tea. “Okay, Leesie. I get it. And I know you’re right.” She took a thoughtful sip. “I’ll...reach out to him.”
“You do realize you shudder when you say that?”
“I find him intimidating, okay? And the way he looks at me.” She couldn’t suppress another shiver. “Like I need a good talking-to, you know? Like I wasn’t brought up properly and my moral compass is all out of whack.”
Loyal to the core, Elise jumped right to Jody’s defense. “Well, that’s just rude. Maybe I should have a word with him.”
Jody snorted a laugh. “Don’t you dare—and really, he’s not that bad. He was upset that I hadn’t told him about the baby. And he was curt with me at Nick’s funeral, but that’s understandable. Nobody’s at their best after losing a brother out of nowhere in a tractor accident.”
“So. You’ll give him a chance, then?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I will.” But not until later. She had it all together this time around. She didn’t need Seth Yancy’s
