Cowgirls Don't Cry (Rough Riders 10)

Say no.

Scream no.

He said, “Please.”

Looking at him, she stripped off her gloves. “Give me back my spray bottle.”

“When we’re done talkin’. Do you want a beer?”

“I’d rather have whiskey.”

“Two shots comin’ up.”

Jessie chose to sit in the easy chair, which didn’t make Brandt happy. But she needed to keep a clear head, and whenever Brandt touched her, she pretty much went mindless.

He set the bottle of Maker’s Mark whiskey and two shot glasses on the coffee table. He poured. He knocked one back and refilled it again, holding the shot out to her.

She gulped it, welcoming the burn.

“I know you said you didn’t want to hear anything about Samantha, but in light of what happened, there are a few things you need to know. First off, that woman we saw tonight? According to Samantha, she’s psycho. She’s the mother of the guy Samantha lived with for a while. This woman used to show up, all hours of the night and day, looking for drugs, booze or money. She gave Samantha parenting advice, usually along the lines of give the kid up for adoption, your life will be better.”

“The woman said that stuff about adoption in front of her grown son?”

“Apparently. She badgered Samantha about Landon’s father, if he was paying child support. Between that and the issues with the boyfriend, it got bad enough Samantha left. And no matter what that psycho bitch claimed, Samantha didn’t drink or do drugs during her pregnancy. I believe that.”

“Why? Samantha could be feeding you full of shit, Brandt.”

“True. But I talked to her aunt and she said Samantha was really sick the entire pregnancy. And Samantha was embarrassed. She barely left the house. As far as what happened after she gave birth to Landon, who knows? She racked up two DUIs. As far as her dumping him off with us for the long haul?

Nothin’s been decided because she’s still incarcerated.”

Jessie poured another shot. “There is no ‘us’ in that context. You do understand that, right?”

“As a matter of fact, no. I don’t understand it.”

“Where is Samantha right now?”

Brandt looked at her skeptically for dodging the question. “In the halfway house. Why?”

“How long has she been out of jail?”

“A week.”

“And in that week has she asked to see her son at all?”

The muscle in his jaw flexed. “No.”

“So after being locked up and away from him for months, she’s not chomping at the bit to see how he’s doing? Especially since she left him in the care of virtual strangers?”

He swallowed the whiskey in his shot glass.

“And since it’s a halfway house, she could have him overnight at some point. Couldn’t she?”

“I guess.”

“Has she asked you if she can have him over Christmas?”

“No. But I’m sure she has a—”

“Valid excuse?” Jessie supplied. “What? She’s afraid she won’t have time to buy him a Santa gift?

No. The reason she hasn’t asked for him is because she doesn’t want him.”

“That’s not true. The halfway house is just that, a place halfway between jail and normalcy. She’s adjusting. She’s got two more months before we should even be talkin’ about this.”

“Agreed.” Jessie lifted her glass in a mock toast but didn’t drink. “I will uphold my end of sticking out the full four months. But it will end at four months, Brandt. I have not changed my mind. I like Landon, but he’s not my child. If this whole thing heads south, like I suspect it will, if you want to file for permanent guardianship, fine. You can do that on your own. You don’t need me.”

“Why is this so different from if Luke had a kid from a previous relationship and that kid lived with you?” Brandt demanded. “Would you’ve kicked him to the curb after Luke died?”

She shook her finger at him. “Not the same thing. If I knew that kid, if I’d been raising him, I’d continue raising him because chances would be good that kid would have no other alternative and he’d probably consider me his mother. But Landon already has a mother.”

“You are impossible to reason with.”

“No. I’m right and you know it.”

“As long as we’re supposing, what if it comes down to Landon needing a permanent home and I become his legal guardian?”

“I’d be happy for Landon because you’d be good for him.”

“That’s it? You wouldn’t be a part of either of our lives?”

A sharp pain stabbed at her, thinking about walking away from Brandt forever. But unless she wanted to live her life waiting for the other boot to drop, she’d have no choice. “No.”

The bitterness and pain in Brandt’s eyes was like another hot poker to her heart.

“Look. I care about him. But he’s not mine, Brandt. He never will be. Even if I pour all my love, my heart and my soul into raising that boy, I’ll never be his real mother. And if Samantha signed off on him as a toddler and had a change of heart or changed her life, ten or so years later? What then? Landon would need to give his mother a chance to be part of his life. I would have to encourage him to forgive her. I would have to let him go. So it’s easier for me to let him go now and save myself years of heartache.”

“But aren’t you forgetting the years of joy Landon might bring to your life?”

Jessie knew she wasn’t getting through to him. Didn’t know if she ever could. “Might doesn’t make right.

“That’s bullshit. You don’t know—”

“I do too! You have no freakin’ clue what I went through as a kid.”

“Then explain it to me.”

She slammed the remainder of the whiskey. “You met Billy Reynolds. He adopted me, but I still wondered about the man who’d fathered me. I still wished he’d come to his senses and search me out, especially when things were bad at home. I can’t tell you how many hours I spent imagining my ‘real’

father would show up and rescue me. He’d admit he’d been searching for me for years, he’d tell me how much he loved me and then he’d take me away. I had those stupid daydreams even when I resented the hell out of him for abandoning me.”

Brandt stared into the bottom of his empty shot glass. “Don’t you think there were times when I was growing up that I fantasized there’d been some mix up at the hospital and I went home with the wrong people? All kids feel like that at some point in there lives.”