have thought of her before….”
“Why didn’t you?” When he saw the kid, he’d wondered why she’d take such a risk. There had to be a reason. “Where is the child’s father?”
“Darcy is my adopted daughter. Her parents are dead.” Shay heaved another sigh. “I did a very stupid thing because—”
“Shay!” a woman’s voice shouted, through a fit of coughing.
Shay glanced over her shoulder. “I really have to go.”
Chance placed his hand on the door to keep her from closing it. “Not until you tell me.”
They stared at each other, one unyielding, the other determined. Shay knew she was beaten and had no choice. She had to open that can and reveal secrets that should never be told, at least to her way of thinking. It was a little late to realize her foolishness, but she had to consider Darcy now. First, though, she had to have some assurance.
“Promise I won’t be arrested.”
“If you didn’t take anything, I’ll do all I can to get Judd to drop the whole thing.”
She frowned. “Why do you have to tell him?” She didn’t want anything to do with the Calhouns. Her momentary-insanity jaunt had made her realize she didn’t belong at Southern Cross. She should have kept that door closed, as always.
“Because he’s the owner of Southern Cross, and as his foreman I don’t keep things from him.”
“Do you have the word loyalty tattooed across your butt?” The question slipped out before she could stop it.
His lips twitched into a grin. “Yes.”
Shay realized the conversation had switched into flirtation. This could be easy.
She flipped back her hair. “Maybe you’ll show me one day.”
“Maybe,” he drawled, and then his voice became serious again. “But first you have something to tell me.”
Damn. She should have known this wouldn’t be easy. He probably really did have loyalty tattooed on his butt.
“Well?” He waited.
She tried to speak, but her tongue seemed glued to the roof of her mouth.
“Shay.”
Her name sounded so wonderful on his lips. It reminded her of lovers, moonlight and… What was she thinking? There was never going to be anything between her and Chance Hardin, especially after she told him the truth, and for a number of other reasons.
The words hovered in her throat and then she blurted them out. “My mother was once married to Jack Calhoun.”
Chance felt as if he’d been kicked in the head by the meanest bronc in Texas. Had he heard her correctly? “Excuse me?”
“My mother, Blanche Dumont, was Jack’s second wife. He lavished her with jewels and anything she wanted, but in the end he took everything from her, including her wedding rings.” Shay drew a long breath. “As I told you, my mother is dying of lung cancer and she’s obsessed with Jack Calhoun. He’s all she thinks about. She’s been pressing me for months about her rings. She wants to be buried with them on her finger, so she devised this plan…. That’s what I was doing in High Cotton.” Shay grimaced. “But things went awry.”
The name finally clicked. Blanche Dumont—the stepmother from hell. How many times had he heard Judd say that? But not lately. Since Judd and Cait had found happiness, Blanche’s name was no longer mentioned. Judd had filed that away under his father’s bad taste in women.
Chance barely remembered the details. He’d been just a kid, but everyone in High Cotton knew of Jack Calhoun’s love triangle with Renee and Blanche.
“How…how were you planning on getting in the house? You didn’t…”
“Have the wreck on purpose?” she finished for him. “I may have been under pressure, but I’m not that stupid. I didn’t plan on being gone overnight, either. I would never leave Darcy that long.”
Chance was glad to hear that, but he was still grappling with the truth. Could Shay be Judd’s half sister? How old was she? And how did you ask a woman that question?
“I was distracted with my phone,” she was saying. “I was going to introduce myself as Blanche’s daughter and ask for the rings, or demand them, as my mother wanted me to.”
“The asking part would have worked. The Calhouns are very nice people.”
“My mother didn’t have a good relationship with Renee, and I wasn’t sure.” Shay shrugged. “It doesn’t matter now. Once I met her I couldn’t do it. She was too kind. But…” Shay hesitated. “When I left you in the kitchen, I had a wild idea to check and see if the rings were still in the safe, as my mother had said. The moment I saw the jewelry in the velvet box I knew it would be robbery. Just because something once belonged to you doesn’t mean it still does. I couldn’t take the rings—not even for my mother.”
Chance’s eyes narrowed. “How did you get the combination?”
“From my mother. She got it out of Jack one night when he was drunk. I was surprised it still worked.”
“Nothing much ever happens in High Cotton. It would take a real crazy person to come onto a ranch that size with armed cowboys everywhere.”
She held up a hand. “That would be me.”
Her green eyes sparkled and he had to resist that lure. “Why didn’t Blanche ask for the rings after Jack’s death?”
“She would never belittle herself to Renee.”
“But she’d ask her daughter to steal?”
Shay stepped back, her hand on the door. “You got what you wanted, now, please leave.”
Silence stretched as they stared at one another. He had so many things to say, questions to ask, but all he could do was stare into her eyes and wish there was such a thing as a happy ending instead of pain and heartache.
“I’m sorry if my coming here has hurt you and—”
“Just keep your promise,” she replied, and closed the door.
CHANCE’S STEP WAS a little slower as he walked to his truck. Blanche Dumont. He didn’t know that much about her, and what he’d heard wasn’t good. Rumor was that Blanche had enticed Jack away from Renee with lies. The two women used to be friends, waitresses together, but that all ended when Jack walked into their lives. They then became enemies fighting for the man’s attention. It was a weird love triangle, and now there was Shay. Blanche’s child—a daughter no one knew about.
As Chance reached his truck, he saw two kids inside—Darcy and Petey. Darcy was in the driver’s seat, pretending to turn the wheel.
Chance opened the door. “What are you two doing?”
His voice must have come
