his jaw tense. Hadley hated the notion of people doing him a favor, because sooner or later they’d want to collect on the debt.
Cooper shook his head, the sun glinting on his blond hair. “If that’s the way you want it.”
The other man started toward the house, muttering something about writing Hadley a check, which was nothing new, either. Minutes from now, with the money in his wallet, Hadley would feel tempted to leave rubber on the pavement as he turned onto the road, just as he had last year. But this time he forced himself to cool down. He didn’t need a ticket for reckless driving from Finn Donovan, the sheriff. He had the babies to think of, not only himself. Responsibilities. It was just too bad the twins hadn’t picked a father who, at this moment, could meet those responsibilities. He could save face, though.
“No, this isn’t the way I want it,” he called after Cooper, having made his decision. “Let’s pretend you didn’t let me go for staying up late with my baby. You don’t have to fire me,” he said, calling on the defiance that had helped him to survive any number of foster homes as a kid. “I quit.”
Now, because of his stubborn pride, all he had to do was figure out how to feed the twins.
AT LUNCHTIME THE NEXT DAY Jenna crossed the street, picked up some take-out food from the Bon Appetit, then went to see her sister. Shadow ran her own company called the Mother Comfort Home Health Care Agency, which was located in the same building as Jenna’s new business. They often ate together when time permitted—which was more of an issue for Shadow, who was always on the run these days juggling her baby plus the agency. Meanwhile Fantastic Designs had yet to get off the ground. Jenna’s rented space on the second floor above her sister’s office seemed perfect, but she had no appointments for the afternoon, or any other time, really.
Shadow was at her desk, the phone tucked under one ear. “I appreciate your concern, Bertie,” she said with an eye roll for Jenna. “I’m sure we can work something out. Let me get started. I’ll call you back later. Yes, of course, you’ll have final say over anyone we place in your home.”
Jenna sank onto a chair in front of Shadow’s cluttered desk. She laid out their lunch. “What’s up?”
“Jack’s uncle,” she said with a pointed look. “He’s not happy.”
“Poor old guy.”
But this wasn’t only about Bertie, who was in frail health. His nephew, Jack Hancock, the owner and head chef at the Bon Appetit, had been seeing Jenna and Shadow’s widowed mother, and two days ago they’d gotten engaged. Shadow thought that was great; Jenna was still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that their mother planned to tie the knot again. Hadn’t Wanda learned anything during her miserable marriage to their dad?
Jenna swallowed a first delicious bite of her croque madame. When she’d returned to Barren, newly divorced, she’d had little appetite and lost weight, but Jack’s restaurant deserved its rave reviews. “Jack’s been taking care of Bertie with Mama’s help. If they get married, what will happen to Bertie?”
“They’re going to buy a house, which would leave Bertie to fend for himself. Jack and Mama want their own space, but Bertie didn’t love my idea to look for another caregiver in his own home.”
“I think Mom and Jack are being too hasty,” Jenna said. She hadn’t reacted well when their mother showed her the ring Jack had given her. “Shadow, she’s been on her own for a while now, and you can see how much happier she is. All those years of putting up with Daddy, him losing one job, then finding another, only to get fired or quit that, too…” He’d always seemed to be between jobs when he wasn’t sitting in his old recliner all day, channel surfing the TV or bullying one of the kids, especially Jenna. “Mama may be leaping at this chance with Jack when she should take time to really figure out what she wants.”
Shadow started on her own lunch with a sigh of satisfaction. “I’m sure she hasn’t forgotten how hard it was to put food on the table or buy all of us shoes—”
“Used sneakers from Goodwill or the church rummage sale,” Jenna remembered. “Mama had a bad self-image then, and no wonder with the way Daddy treated her. I’d hate to see her give up her new independence only to get into another bad situation.”
“She won’t. I’ll admit Jack’s quirky,” Shadow agreed, running a hand through her dark hair, “but so what if he pretends he’s French when he’s not? I find that endearing, especially in a town like Barren where cowboys rule. His restaurant’s already a big hit, he’s been good to Mama, and he’s great with Bertie, who’s not the easiest person to get along with. As I just learned all over again.” Shadow’s nearly black eyes held the hint of a smile. “I’ll find Bertie a caregiver he feels comfortable with. Would you deprive Mama of her chance to be truly happy for once in her life?”
“Of course not. But what’s wrong with a longer engagement that would give them both time to see if this is really the right thing to do?”
“Jack loves her. She loves him. What’s to figure out?”
Jenna finished her sandwich, savoring the last bite of ham-and-cheese goodness, her gaze focused on a framed photograph of Shadow, her husband, Grey, and their ten-year-old daughter, Ava, on the desk. “This, from a woman who adores her husband, dotes on her new baby and has everything else she wanted in life? Including Wilson Cattle and everyone’s favorite little cowgirl?” And Ava now had a baby brother, if not the sister she’d asked for. Being around their little family—or Hadley’s twins—for Jenna was both a joy she couldn’t resist and a sorrow she could never escape. She should worry instead about finding some clients.
Shadow saw her looking at the picture. “We have problems like anyone else, Jen.” She tried a smile. “For instance, Grey’s parents’ house has taken forever to build. Everett’s a great father-in-law, and I do love Liza, who’s the best stepmother-in-law in the world, but really, they need their own quarters and so do we. Just like Mama and Jack. There’s always something. Life’s never perfect.”
“I guess I still have to work through my own issues,” Jenna admitted.
“Sure, and I get that—” Shadow had never liked David, Jenna’s ex “—but Mama’s wedding to Jack shouldn’t be one of them. Your marriage didn’t pan out. The divorce was hard. We all think David treated you terribly, but look at you now,” she said. “You’re better off, and you have a new business, which I know is going to be successful—”
“—if things ever pick up,” Jenna said. She couldn’t deny that, like their mother, she’d sacrificed a big part of herself to help further David’s career and run the rest of his life so he wouldn’t have to. “I thought getting certified as a designer would be hard. Compared to launching my business, it was a piece of cake—chocolate,” she added, tapping one finger against the square white box Jack had packed for them with dessert.
“Even so, you’re doing fine.”
“Are you in Pollyanna mode today?” Jenna asked.
“No, but who needed that big house in Kansas City?” Shadow didn’t point out that there’d been no babies there to fill the space. “Your apartment here is gorgeous and homey. All you need now is confidence.” Her eyes brightened. “Why don’t you call Liza? Now that their house is almost
