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Hendrix brother, and his son Reese would be joining them. They hadn’t made it for Christmas, something Denise had been unable to let go. Montana didn’t know all the details. Kent and his ex-wife had been finalizing their divorce.

      Unlike many women, Kent’s ex didn’t want custody of their son, although she expected to see Reese whenever it suited her. Montana’s understanding of family law was that a parent had to pay child support or take custody so that the responsibility of having a child wasn’t reduced to mere convenience.

      Not her problem, she reminded herself as she set the table. It would be good to see her brother and her nephew. Reese was always fun, even if he did kick her butt at computer games.

      She finished putting out the glasses. Most of the food had been prepared. The ribs were ready to go on the barbecue. Four kinds of salad were in bowls in the fridge, and frosted brownies tempted her from the counter.

      “Your sister should be here soon,” her mother said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

      She meant Nevada. The single sisters arrived early to help. Until a couple of months ago, Dakota would have been with them. She had Finn now, not to mention her daughter, Hannah. And she was pregnant.

      Montana wondered what that must feel like. To know you had a baby inside you. As far as she knew, her sister hadn’t felt any movement in her growing tummy. Still, the realization that a life was inside her must be powerful stuff.

      Fierce longing swept through her, startling her with its intensity. She wanted to fall in love and get married and have kids. She’d never been that passionate about the subject before. Maybe because she hadn’t figured out what she wanted to do with her life. But now she was settled in her job and ready for the next step. Unfortunately, no guy lurked on the horizon.

      Without wanting to, she remembered Simon’s kiss. But he’d made it clear that he didn’t plan to kiss her again. While technically kissing wasn’t required for pregnancy, she had a feeling it helped. Besides, she didn’t want just a baby, she wanted a husband. Simon didn’t strike her as the sort of man who’d settle down.

      “Are you all right?” her mother asked.

      “Fine. Just thinking about Dakota’s baby.”

      “Hannah is going to enjoy having a baby brother or sister.”

      Montana thought of her sister’s adopted daughter. She’d only been a part of the family for a couple of months, but already no one could remember what it had been like without her. She had spent the first few months of her life in an orphanage in Kazakhstan yet she’d adjusted to the family as if she was blood.

      “Maybe she’ll have twins,” Montana said with a grin.

      “Don’t let your sister hear you say that,” her mother warned.

      Montana laughed. “More grandchildren for you.”

      “I wouldn’t say no. But she might want to go more slowly. So … are you seeing anyone?”

      The question was asked casually enough, but Montana wasn’t fooled. Her mother would want details. Not that she had any to share. She hadn’t been on a date in months. And her tour of town with Simon didn’t count, even with the kiss.

      “No, are you?”

      Her mother leaned against the counter and sighed. “I’ve been on a few dates, but nothing special.” She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t understand it. There are so many younger men asking me out. Why? Where are all the good men in their fifties and sixties?”

      Montana looked at her mother. Denise was as pretty as she had been twenty years ago. She could also fit in the same clothes. Her blond hair was short and stylish. She understood why younger men were interested in her mother, even though she didn’t want to hear about it.

      For a second, she thought about mentioning Max. Her boss was about the right age and in the year Montana had known him, he’d never been out with anyone. At least she didn’t think he’d been on a date. They didn’t exactly talk about their personal lives. So, he was a possibility. Except for the issue of the name Max tattooed on her mother’s hip. Whoever that Max was, their relationship had been very intense. There might be name associations her mother wouldn’t appreciate.

      “Your sister told me about your conversation with Mayor Marsha,” her mother said.

      “We really don’t have to talk about that.” She glanced at the clock, wishing someone would show up. Anyone would be a distraction.

      “It’s nice of you to help the town. What’s he like?”

      “Quiet.” A great kisser. But that was a factoid she was not going to share with her mother.

      “Do you think you’ll be seeing him again?”

      Before Montana could figure out how to answer, the phone rang.

      Saved by the bell, she thought humorously.

      Her mother reached for the receiver. “Hello?”

      Montana turned toward the refrigerator to get herself something to drink. But a sixth sense made her turn around.

      “Are you sure?” Denise asked, her face going white. “I’m sorry. Of course you’re sure. Yes. We’ll be right there.”

      She hung up the phone, then pressed her hand against her midsection. Tears filled Denise’s eyes.

      Montana was at her side in an instant. “What is it? What happened?” She could feel her mother shaking.

      “There’s been a car accident. Kent and Reese. They’re on their way to the hospital.”

      Montana was already grabbing her purse. “We’ll meet them there.”

      CHAPTER FIVE

      MONTANA TOLD HERSELF to keep her attention on the road. What she wanted to do was panic. Instead, she was going to be strong. If anyone had the right to freak out, it was her mother.

      “I wish they’d told us more,” her mother said, clutching her hands together and straining in the seat as if willing them to go faster.

      Montana resisted the urge to speed. They were driving through the center of town and there were pedestrians everywhere. She wasn’t willing to hurt someone just to get to the hospital a few seconds more quickly.

      “Two more minutes,” she said, signaling to turn into the hospital parking lot. “I’m going to pull up in front of the emergency room. You go in and I’ll park.”

      Denise nodded and jumped out of the car.

      Montana found a parking space, but before getting out, she paused and sent off a brief prayer that everyone was going to be all right.

      She hurried across the parking lot and through the automatic doors. Relief washed through her when she saw her brother Kent holding her mother. He looked shaken and pale, and had a bandage across his forehead, but otherwise he was all right.

      Kent looked up and saw her. He freed one arm and held it open to her. She ran into his embrace.

      “I’m okay,” he was saying. “Reese is going to need surgery.” His voice shook as he said the words. “He got cut pretty bad. Mostly his face, some on his arm. They’re telling me the injuries aren’t life threatening, but they scared the hell out of me.” He swallowed.

      Montana sensed he wanted to say more, to share the experience. But he was holding back because of their mother. No doubt he was concerned that too many details would upset her. Montana had a feeling that the details involved a lot of bleeding and knew her brother was making the right decision. They could catch up on the specifics later.

      She drew back slightly and studied him. Like his brothers, Kent was tall and broad shouldered, with dark hair and dark eyes. He looked a lot like their dad. Handsome, with an inner strength.

      “Where is Reese now?”

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