Wilma shook her head. “My relatives are…struggling to make ends meet. I can’t think of anyone…who can give Brady the kind of care he needs.”
“What about Brady’s father’s family?” Opal asked.
Wilma took a breath of oxygen. “After Braden’s death, his parents divorced and remarried. They have new families and…I don’t think they’d be willing to take him.”
The hospice nurse handed Wilma a glass of water and she sipped at it, her hands shaking. “I wish I could take him. He needs me.” Tears rolled from her eyes.
The neighbor, a black lady in her thirties, rubbed her arm. “Don’t get upset, Wilma.”
“My baby girl is dead,” Wilma wheezed, and sucked in more oxygen. “Seems like yesterday she was watching cartoons and eating Fruit Loops.”
“I know,” the lady consoled her.
Wilma gasped for air then looked directly at Tuck. “Please find someone to love my grandson. He deserves that.”
Tuck’s throat felt dry. “I promise, ma’am. I’ll make sure he has the best home possible.”
“Thank you,” Wilma whispered. “And make sure he has his stuffed dog. He carries it everywhere…and sleeps with it.”
Tuck and Opal eyed each other. “What does the dog look like?” Tuck asked.
“It’s blue and made out of that really soft fabric.”
He stood. “I’ll see that he has it.” Tuck twisted his hat in his hand. “I’m real sorry about your daughter, Mrs. Harper.”
Outside, Opal eyed him. “You really meant that, didn’t you?”
“Sure.” Tuck placed his hat on his head. “It’s sad when anyone dies like Nicole did.”
“Yeah, but I was talking about the dog.”
“Yes, ma’am, I meant that, too.” Tuck fell in step beside Opal. “I’ll find the dog and I’ll make sure Brady gets a decent home. He’s been through enough.”
“I’ll put some feelers out. There are always couples looking for small children. In the meantime I guess I’d better track down the father’s family.”
“If you don’t mind, I’ll handle that.”
“Mind?” Opal lifted an eyebrow. “You’re like an angel sent from above. You’re certainly a cut above other law enforcement officers I’ve worked with.”
“I was left as an infant, so I know what getting a good home means.”
“Well, bless my soul, aren’t you something?” Opal stopped in her tracks. “You’re one of a kind, Jeremiah Tucker. It’s good to remember where you come from, and it’s even better to give some of it back.”
“Thanks, Opal. I’ll call when I have any news.”
He strolled toward his car, feeling better about the situation. With a little luck, he was hoping that one of Braden’s parents wanted Brady.
Back at his office, it didn’t take long to track them down. Bruce, the father, lived in Dallas and had married a woman with three small children. He said his wife wouldn’t be willing to take on another child. He was sorry and hoped they found Brady a good home. The mother, Eileen, lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma. Her new husband had had an accident and was paralyzed from the waist down. She had her hands full and regretted she couldn’t take Brady.
Tuck stared at the phone, wondering why neither had asked about Brady’s recovery or his well-being. Brady was their grandchild, their flesh and blood. Yet they seemed not to care.
Tuck ran his hands over his face, hoping that Opal could find the perfect family for Brady.
Perfect.
He thought of Grace. Uptight, repressed—that was how he thought of her. How he needed to think of her, but last night was different. For a brief second she’d let down her guard and so had he. The image was playing tricks with his mind.
And it shouldn’t.
His friends the McCain brothers teased him about Grace. He and Grace were the only two single people left in their group and they were often paired together, especially at weddings. His friends saw that as a sign. Maybe he needed to stop being so touchy. Maybe…
His thoughts halted as he noticed the time. It was Friday and he was late for a brother’s meeting. Even though he wasn’t a McCain, Tuck was included because he was Eli’s foster brother and a good friend. Eli’s father was Joe McCain, but Eli had never carried the McCain name because Joe denied he was Eli’s father.
The McCain family had been a mess. He couldn’t understand how a father could walk away from his own son, not like Joe McCain had walked away from Eli. Beau and Caleb had been the lucky ones. They had lived with their mother, but the old man had raised Jake. Now the brothers had all made peace with each other and their dysfunctional father, who had passed away years ago.
Opal was wrong. After a tumultuous childhood, the McCains had found true happiness. It did happen.
He headed for his car and Salado, which was a quaint, historic town between Austin and Waco. It was the midway point for Beau and Jake, who lived in Waco, and Caleb, Eli and Tuck, who all lived around Austin.
When he arrived at the small diner, he recognized all the cars parked in the lot. He hurried inside. It was a typical small-town café: hardwood floors, booths, red gingham tablecloths and a jukebox in a corner. A Willie Nelson tune played in the background.
“Where have you been?” Eli asked in his best grumpy voice as Tuck took a seat.
Tuck ordered a beer and told them about Brady.
“Man, I don’t know how y’all handle things like that,” Jake said. “I’ll stick with raising cotton and corn. That I can control. Well, that is, if Mother Nature cooperates.” Jake ran the McCain farm outside of Waco.
“I see a lot of it,” Beau added. “Then parents who have abused their kids want them back. It’s hard when you get a judge who will grant that.” Beau was the lawyer in the family.
“This is turning into a downer,” Eli said. “Let me tell you guys what Jesse is up to.”
“We know what Jesse is up to.” Tuck took a swallow of his beer. “He’s chewing on everything in sight.”
“That’s the truth.” Eli leaned his forearms on the table. “I think he might be growing fangs instead of teeth.”
Jake raised his beer. “Here’s to a lot of sleepless nights.”
“Oh, man.” Eli downed a gulp of his beer and looked at Caleb. “How’s Josie?”
Caleb was also a Texas Ranger and he and Josie were expecting their first child. “She’s sick as a dog in the mornings. She’s taken a desk job, which I’m very grateful for. But I didn’t
