he should take care of her now. The handwriting had the large, swirling scrawl of a teenager who still used hearts to dot the i.
The name of her mother brought back a landslide of memories, though. He looked at the kid and remembered back, remembered a face, a laugh, and then losing track of her.
“Where’s your aunt?”
“Gone back to California. She said to tell you I’m your problem now.”
“And Gloria?” Her mother. He kind of choked on the word, the name. He hadn’t really known her. Madeline Patton gave him a teacher look.
“She died. She had cancer.”
Now what? The kid stood in front of him, hazel eyes filling up with tears. He should do something, call someone, or take her home. Where was home? Did she have other family? He didn’t know anything about Gloria Baker.
He looked at Madeline, hoping she had something to say, even a little advice. The only thing she had for him looked to be a good case of loathing. Nice. He’d add her name to the list. It was a long list.
“I’m sorry.” He handed the papers back to Jade. “But kid, I’m pretty sure I’m not your dad.”
Madeline Patton had pulled the girl into her soft embrace while giving him a look that clearly told him to do something about this situation. What was he supposed to do? Did she expect him to open his door to a teenage girl, welcome her in, buy her a pony?
He had known Gloria Baker briefly years ago. He’d never laid eyes on Jade. He wasn’t anyone’s dad. He was about the furthest thing from a dad that anyone could get.
This wasn’t what he wanted. The kid standing in front of him probably wasn’t too thrilled, either.
“We’ll have to do something about this.” He realized he didn’t have a clue. What did a guy do about something like this, about a kid standing on his front porch claiming to be his?
First he had to take control. He pointed into the living room. “Go on in while I talk to Ms. Patton.”
Jade hurried past him, probably relieved to get inside where it was warm. Madeline Patton stared over his shoulder, watching the girl hurry inside, the dog following behind her. He didn’t know Madeline Patton, other than in passing, but he imagined that momentarily she’d have a few choice things to say to him.
Madeline watched Jade walk into the living room and then she turned her attention back to Jackson Cooper. He remained in the doorway, faded jeans and a button-up shirt, his hair going in all directions. Her heart seemed to be following the same path, but mostly was begging for a quick exit from this situation.
Although she didn’t really know Jackson Cooper, she thought she knew him. He was the type of man that believed every woman in the world loved him. Well, maybe this would teach him a lesson.
The thought no more than tumbled through her mind and her conscience took a dig at her. This situation shouldn’t be about a lesson learned. A child deserved more than this.
And Jackson Cooper wasn’t the worst person in the world. He’d come to her rescue last week when a bag of groceries had broken, spilling canned goods across the parking lot of the store. He’d been fishing and was suntanned and smelled of the outdoors and clean soap and was on his way home, but he’d stopped to gather up her spilled groceries, holding them in his T-shirt as he carried them to her car.
Jade had disappeared into the living room. Time for Madeline to make her exit.
“If you have this under control, I should go.” She glanced at her watch. “I have to be at work in an hour.”
The wind blew, going straight through her. She pulled her sweater close and stomped her booted feet. Jackson nodded, distracted. Even distracted he could make a woman take a second look.
His suntanned face was angular but strong. Fine lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes, eyes that were nearly the same color as Jade’s; a little more gray than green. His mouth, the mouth that often turned in an easy, gotcha smile, was now held in a serious line.
“I really need to go.” Madeline didn’t know what else to say, or how to remove herself from this situation, this moment.
“Could you stay, just until I figure this out?” Jackson’s words stopped her as she started to turn away. “Please.”
Softer, a little more pleading.
Reluctant, Madeline looked at the cowboy leaning against the door as if he needed it to hold him up. She’d heard the ambulance going down the road the other day when he got hurt. They had prayed for him at her Thursday Bible study.
A smile almost sneaked up on her because his grandmother prayed for him, too. The woman who had sold her little house to Madeline never failed to mention Jackson when prayer requests were made on Sunday mornings at the Dawson Community Church. Sometimes she even included fun little details about his social life. Once or twice Madeline had heard a gasp from various members of the church.
He cleared his throat. She looked up, met his humor-filled gaze and managed a smile.
“I think it would be better if you called your family, Jackson.” There, she’d been strong. She could walk away. He had people to help him.
“Right, that sounds like a great idea.” He no longer smiled. “If I wanted them all over here in my business, that would be the perfect thing to do.”
“They’re probably going to find out about her anyway, since she stopped at the Mad Cow and asked for directions. Unfortunately she was one house off.”
Madeline couldn’t figure out how anyone could confuse her little house on two acres with this house on hundreds of acres. She felt tiny on the long front porch of the vast, white farmhouse that Jackson Cooper had remodeled. His grandparents had built this house after their marriage. But his grandfather had grown up in the little house Madeline bought from his grandmother.
The Coopers had a long history in Dawson, Oklahoma.
Her legacy was teaching at School District Ten, and building a home for herself in Dawson. And this time she planned on staying. She wouldn’t run.
“Give us thirty minutes, Madeline.” Jackson’s voice didn’t plead, but he sounded pretty unsure. It was that tone that took her by surprise, unsettled her.
She wondered how it felt to be him and have control stripped away by a thirteen-year-old girl. It was for that girl that she even considered staying.
She hadn’t been much older than Jade when she’d found herself in a new home and a new life. She would always remember how her sister had dragged her from bed, leading her through the dark, to safety.
“I’ll come in for a moment, but I don’t know how that will help.”
“Me neither, but I don’t think you should leave her here alone.”
“She isn’t my—” Madeline lowered her voice “—problem. I don’t know her. She says she’s your daughter.”
“Right, I get that, but let’s assume she isn’t and
