the town was as small as it looked, she should have no problem locating her daughter.
Sky ignored the bustle of people around her while she waited for her bags to be collected. Dressed as always in New-York-style chic, she knew she stood out in the crowd. Her transformation over the years had been so successful that no one gave her a second look in New York—unless it was admiring.
With a sigh she kept an eye on her laptop computer case as people jostled and shoved, vying for luggage on the spinning carousels. Her matched set was distinctive, but there was quite a bit of it. Five bags, to be precise—not including her computer and the briefcase. Since she didn’t know how long she’d be staying, she’d packed nearly everything she owned when she walked out of her pricey co-op in Manhattan.
Vaguely, she wondered if she would ever return. She would finish the winter line, of course, but she was burned out and stressed to the max, as Ted was fond of saying. Her entire life hinged on the outcome of the step she was about to take.
She was in a strange mood, she admitted. Even for her. Maybe finding Ted in her bed with their next-door neighbor’s twenty-three-year-old daughter had caused her brain to short-circuit. It had certainly made her angry enough to finally kick him out of her home and her life for good. She should have done it a long time ago. Habit had kept them together. Habit, and the fact that he was a perfect social escort whenever she needed one. No doubt he viewed her much the same way. He could hardly escort the little Lolita to his business functions.
Sky frowned. Other than making her feel annoyed, Ted’s behavior didn’t really matter to her anymore. Maybe her mood was due to the uncertainty of her quest. Finding the daughter she’d given up at birth twenty years ago was stressful enough to put a person in a strange mood.
Sky had no idea what she would do or say once she met her daughter face-to-face. And for someone as disciplined as she was, this uncertainty was a weakness that made her uneasy. Would her daughter hate her—or welcome her?
She looked around for a new place to direct her thoughts as a ruggedly handsome man in a sheriff’s uniform strolled past. Diverted, Sky found herself staring. Now, that was a man worth paying attention to. He carried himself with unconscious grace, radiating self-confidence and easy assurance—a man who was comfortable with himself and the world around him.
Then she caught a brief glimpse of the vivacious young blonde on his arm. His large, well-formed body blocked the girl’s features completely, but that hardly mattered, since he was the one who compelled her attention. He grinned down at his companion affectionately. Sky turned away.
What was it with older men and blond girls young enough to be their daughters? She found her perfectly manicured nails digging into the leather strap on her briefcase and forced her fingers to relax.
Another jerk. An extremely compelling-looking jerk, but a jerk nonetheless.
Unless the girl was his daughter. Sky froze at the thought.
Good news, Ms. Diamond, the woman from Finders Keepers had said. We located your daughter in a tiny town called Darwin Crossing. She lives there with her father, the town sheriff.
An eerie expectancy settled over her, leaving her momentarily deaf and unable to draw a breath. It couldn’t be. Sky took a grip on her vacillating emotions and strained for a clear view, but too many people stood between her and the young woman.
Blood thundered in her head. She was shaking. Visibly shaking! This would never do. It couldn’t be her daughter. Sky would look like an absolute fool if she went charging over there.
But what if it was? What if that was her daughter standing there only a few yards away?
Sky stepped forward, trying to follow their progress through the crowds. She felt hot and cold at the same time. If it was her daughter, what would she do? Oh, God, she wasn’t ready for this. Her gaze flew to the man’s features. Smile lines crinkled the corners of his eyes and bracketed his mouth. They softened the strong planes of his face as he leaned into the young woman, intent on what she was saying.
He really was an extremely good-looking man. More important, he didn’t touch the girl like a lover, but rather the way she thought a caring father would do. Not that she had any experience of her own to base that judgment on. Still, her daughter had a man she called her father. This could be them.
But what if her daughter didn’t know she’d been adopted?
Sky’s heart continued its erratic thumping as she moved again, trying for a view of the girl’s face, silently urging her to turn around.
But the girl turned in the opposite direction to speak to another young woman standing there. Sky watched the sheriff as he hoisted a heavy-looking bag without effort from the carousel. Unlike her former lover Ted, of the sagging middle and soon-to-be flabby forearms, this man had a lean, sleek grace and easy strength that hadn’t come from any gym. He moved with the suppleness of someone who used his body in physical ways.
What would he do if she approached them? What if he denied her claim? What if this wasn’t her daughter?
A large family group walked in front of Sky and came to a halt. Quickly, Sky moved around them, walking closer to where the couple stood. But other than the mass of long, shimmery blond hair, she still didn’t have a view of the girl’s face.
Sky’s body felt brittle from the tension of not knowing.
A little boy broke away from his sister’s hand and darted in front of Sky. The stroller he’d been pushing would have hit her if she hadn’t jumped back in time. The boy’s older sister screamed at him. The child screamed back. An adult stepped into the fray, scolding both children.
Sky tried to move around the group and found her path blocked momentarily. When she looked toward the sheriff and the girl, they were heading down the concourse, away from her. Sky nearly cried out in protest. The girl still had her back to Sky. She flipped her long straight hair over her shoulder and kept up a steady monologue of chatter.
“Ma’am? I think I got them all.”
“What?” She stared blankly at the skycap who’d tapped her shoulder.
“Your suitcases. Is this all of them?”
Reluctantly, impatience beating at her soul, she glanced over the contents of the skycap’s long, flat cart. Her computer case now rested precariously on top and she mentally ticked off the seven bags.
“Yes. That’s all of them.”
The girl and the sheriff were well down the concourse, moving briskly. The family was also on the move. The sister gave her little brother a smack when she thought no one would see. The tyke let out a wail and the group came to a halt again.
Sky exhaled a shaky breath of disappointment and turned away. Maybe it was just as well. This crowded, noisy airport was hardly the best place to meet her daughter for the very first time. Besides, it probably hadn’t been her daughter. The coincidence would be far too incredible.
“You must be plannin’ to stay awhile.”
Looking at the skycap’s pleasant face, she forced a smile in return. “Perhaps.”
She followed him outside, breathing deeply of the temperate weather while she tried to calm her jangled nerves. If only she’d gotten a decent look at the girl’s face.
“Imagine
