I deserved that. Since I’m sure it’ll come as no surprise that digging up information is a hobby of mine. Especially when I find myself in a new place and don’t know anybody. But I swear to you, this is the first I’m hearing of it.” She hesitated, then asked, “How long?”
Oh, what the hell. “Two years,” he said, and she bit her lip, shaking her head. Then she pushed out a little breath.
“Folks tend to keep to themselves around here, don’t they?”
“Pretty much.” Although Shantelle’s keeping it to herself was nothing short of a miracle. Town nosy-body in training, that one.
“Yeah, it was the same way back in Springerville,” Dorelle said. “There were absolutely no secrets between neighbors, but we had that circling the wagons thing down. And oh, dear Lord—” Her hand flew to her cheek. “You thought I had matchmaking on my mind, didn’t you?”
Zach’s mouth twitched. “I had wondered.”
“Oh, dear boy, no. Not that you’re not cute as a damn button, but I did think you were married. Not a whole lot to do around here. Just like Springerville. One learns,” she said with a slight, almost regal, bow, “to make one’s own entertainment. Although we really are looking for a horse. Talking about it, anyway. And I thought...”
Her eyes clouded. “My daughter Mallory’s had some challenges of her own, this last little while. And this past year or so has been particularly hard on her. Not that she’d ever admit it, God knows. But if you ask me, she didn’t buy a house out here in Nowhere, New Mexico—no offense—”
“None taken.”
Dorelle nodded. “Anyway. She didn’t buy that house except for one reason, and that was to hide.”
“From?” Zach asked before he caught himself.
“Life. Her life, anyway. And I don’t like it, not one little bit. Frankly it scares me, if you want to know the truth. Like she’s given up. And that’s not like her.” Her forehead puckered, the brunette looked down at the dog, who’d fallen back asleep. “So it occurred to me that getting her looking for a horse for Landon might...I don’t know...break whatever this is that’s got hold of her. Start to, anyway.” Softly smiling, she met Zach’s gaze again. “That’s all I was about, I swear. I wasn’t trying to fix you up.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Good.” Dorelle reached over to snap a leash on the snoozing dog before lowering him to the floor, where he blinked, yawned, then sat back down, slightly shivering. “So you’ll call me after you talk to your brother?”
“I’ll ask him later. I don’t have regular appointments on Saturday afternoons.”
“Thank you so much.”
However, as Zach herded his sons to their little blue-and-white house next door to the clinic, Dorelle’s comments about her daughter swirled inside his overworked brain like afternoon dust in the sunshine.
Clearly he needed a hobby. Or at least a nap.
* * *
“Hi, Mom!”
Seeing her son’s ginormous grin swallowing up the entire, if admittedly tiny, phone screen, Mallory Keyes felt her heart swell in her chest. If her precious boy was happy, then she was happy. Nothing else mattered.
Even though it killed her, not being able to touch him, smell him, every day. But Landon deserved a normal life. Well, as normal as the son of a shattered Hollywood power couple—God, she hated that term—could expect. And never let it be said that Mallory couldn’t roll with the punches. Or set her own druthers aside in order to do what was best for her son.
And at least they had smartphones.
“Hey, baby,” she said, steeling herself for that inevitable moment when the kid would groan and go, “Mom? Really? Baby?” He was eleven, after all. But that moment apparently was not today. Thank God. “How’s it going?”
“Good.” He shoved his hand through shaggy, blah-brown hair that softened what promised to be some pretty fine bone structure, heaven help them all. “Got an A on this project we had to do in science. Without Dad’s help, you’ll be happy to know.”
“I am. What was the project on?”
“How mold grows. I had to keep samples in the fridge, it was so cool. Except Cristina kept trying to throw them out.”
Their housekeeper. Sixty if she was a day, built like a warship, heart of gold. “Sounds about right. She making you keep your room clean?”
“You better believe it,” Mallory heard in the background, and Landon rolled his eyes. Gray, like hers.
“This is not a bad thing, Poky.”
“So I guess I can’t pull the ‘I’m just a kid’ thing, huh?”
“Nope.”
“Too bad.” Then he grinned again, and her heart went kaplooey. “So when can I come see your new house?”
“We already discussed this. Over fall break.” Landon’s new school was on some weird year-round schedule, so he got two full weeks off in October. “Did you get the pictures?”
“Yeah, it looks really cool.” He frowned slightly. “Hey. You okay?”
Mallory’s chest pinched again. Five years ago, Landon had been too young to fully understand the implications of the accident that changed all their lives. But more recently he’d apparently become more sensitive to her ongoing challenges, even though she rarely gave voice to them. Partly because the less she did, the less power they had over her, partly because she’d always detested complaining. Mostly, though, because she never wanted Landon to feel sorry for her. Or more importantly, that his mother’s being in a wheelchair would have any negative impact on his life.
Sometimes, though, when the pain snuck up on her, she couldn’t hide it from him as well as she’d like. And considering everything leading up to his new living situation, trying to pretend her life didn’t affect his was probably naive. If not downright stupid.
“I’m doing okay, honey.”
“Really?”
She smiled. “Yes, really. Okay, the move wore me out some, but it was worth it. It is so gorgeous out here. Sometimes you can drive for miles without seeing another car.”
His brows crashed. “That must be weird.”
Mallory laughed. “It is, a little. But you’d be surprised, how fast you get used to it—”
“Gotta go, Cristina’s calling me to dinner. Talk tomorrow?”
“You bet, sugar.”
The calls were never long enough. And every single time, when they ended, Mallory felt as if somebody’d hollowed out her chest. Which in turn made her question, yet again, whether she’d made the right choice, leaving behind her only child.
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