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with Lily, though, her life wasn’t the fairy tale she’d envisioned. Instead, she’d found herself perpetually walking on eggshells, always hoping and praying Shane would come home sober. When he did, he could be the most charming person in the world. But if he didn’t...

      Now she had a baby to think about. What if she made the wrong decision and messed up her child’s life the way she had hers?

      “You’re awful quiet over there.” Lily glanced at her across the center console.

      Darkness had fallen over Ouray, so Kayla couldn’t say she was taking in the view. “Just thinking.”

      “In that case, I have something else for you to ponder.”

      “As if I need more.” Twisting, she feigned annoyance.

      “Sorry.” Lily stared straight ahead, her brow puckering. “That was my Realtor who called earlier.” Making a right turn, she glanced Kayla’s way. “We received a full-price offer on the house today.”

      She straightened. “Full-price? That’s excellent.”

      “It is.” Lily let go a sigh. “However, it also means that you’re going to have to find another place to live.”

      “Lily, you were doing me a favor, remember?” And while Kayla had been looking, she had yet to find anything that felt like home. “We knew this was inevitable.”

      “I know, but...” Her friend hesitated. “I’m not trying to pressure you or anything, but I should let you know that I’ve already spoken with Andrew and Carly and if you do decide to stay in Ouray, you can live in Livie’s House, the little folk Victorian next door to Granger House Inn. It belonged to Andrew and Jude’s grandmother, but now it’s used as an extension of the bed-and-breakfast. You’d have the whole house to yourself.”

      She remembered that house. She and Jude used to stop by to play cards with his grandmother, a sweet lady who made some of the best chocolate chip cookies Kayla had ever tasted.

      “I will take that into consideration.” Again, she stared outside. God, You’re trying to tell me something, aren’t You?

      She was still wrestling with herself when they eased to a stop in front of Granger House Inn.

      “Lily, there’s something I need to share with you.”

      Unfastening her seat belt, her friend looked concerned. “What is it, sweetie?”

      “You know how I told you about me and my parents spending time in Ouray?”

      “How could I forget? Your glowing accounts were what made me decide to come here.”

      “Well...” Kayla picked at her barely there fingernails. “What I failed to tell you is that, during those six months, I fell in love. With Jude Stephens.”

      Lily’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding me.”

      She’d never seen her friend’s eyes so big. “I wish I were.”

      The lights of the dashboard glowed as Lily turned in her leather seat. “That is crazy. I mean, what is the likelihood that... Wait, do you still love him?”

      “Lily, I was married to another man.”

      “Okay.” Lily brushed a stray hair away from her face. “Maybe love wasn’t the right word. But do you still have feelings for him?”

      Kayla had feelings all right. A jumbled concoction of them, most of which were probably brought on by the child growing inside of her. She shrugged. “He was my first love, so, yeah, it was kind of exciting to see him again.”

      “He’s not married, you know.” Lily grinned with what Kayla was sure was matchmaking glee. “How do you think he felt about seeing you?”

      “That’s easy. Stunned.”

      “Stunned?”

      “Of course he was. I mean, we tried to stay in touch, but you know how that goes.” Especially when one person says they’re done and the other loses her phone, along with every contact she had stored in it. “He had no idea I was your matron of honor.” She shook her head. “And that’s my fault for not saying something to you as soon as you told me you were marrying Noah.”

      “Wait, have you met Noah?”

      “No, he was on the rodeo circuit when I lived here. And Andrew was living in Denver. The middle brother—”

      “Matt?”

      “Yeah, he wasn’t around either. But I spent a lot of time at their ranch, so I got to know Daniel and their mom and dad. I loved Mona.”

      Lily’s countenance fell. “I hate to tell you this, Kayla, but she passed away a few years ago.”

      Tears pricked the backs of Kayla’s eyes. Tilting her head upward, she tried to blink them away. Mona was the one person she was really looking forward to seeing again. Because if anyone could make sense of Kayla’s crazy life, it was Jude’s mother. “How?”

      “Cancer.”

      The same stupid disease that had taken her father. She pressed her back against the seat. “That stinks.”

      “Yes, it does. Noah’s told me a lot about her. I wish I’d had the opportunity to meet her.”

      Kayla rolled her head to stare at her friend. “She would have loved you, Lily.”

      “You think so?”

      “I know so. Mona loved everyone.”

      Lily wrinkled her nose. “I suppose I should warn you that Clint has a girlfriend. Hillary Ward-Thompson. She’s very sweet.”

      “How do the guys feel about that?” If there was one thing she knew for certain, it was that the Stephens’ boys were crazy about their mother.

      “They’re okay with it. Probably because she and Clint were old friends and it’s been a very slow growing relationship. Noah says she’s good at keeping his father in line.”

      They both chuckled.

      “I seem to recall Clint being a bit of handful,” added Kayla.

      Sobering, Lily said, “I know you have a lot of other things to consider, but is Jude part of the reason you’re having a hard time making a decision?”

      “Honestly, I’m too tired to think. Plus, it’s only been, what, three, four hours since you sprang this on me? I thought we’d be talking about wedding stuff, not renovations.”

      “Don’t worry, there will be plenty of wedding stuff.”

      “I hope so, because I’m looking forward to all those girlie things. For now, though—” Kayla unhooked her seat belt “—I think I just need some dinner and a good night’s rest.” One that was, hopefully, not interrupted by a dangerously handsome police officer and images of what might have been.

       Chapter Three

      Jude breathed in the calming aroma of sawdust while the hum of his lathe provided the white noise that usually relaxed him. Tonight, though, he was neither calm nor relaxed.

      He removed the freshly turned spindle from the machine, ran a hand over the smooth wood grain before setting it aside, then put another block of wood in its place. He needed to escape reality for a while and take some time to collect his thoughts. He hadn’t felt this torn, this discombobulated since...since the day his mother died.

      He wished she was here now to listen and help him sort through the chaos banging around inside of him.

      He had already made his decision to resign from the police department when his father approached him about taking over the cattle business. The man was

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