“I’m not in the mood.”
Renee placed her hands on her hips. In her late sixties, she was an active woman. After Judd’s dad’s death, shopping had become her favorite exercise and pastime. She never interfered in Judd’s life and he liked it that way.
Of course, she’d never been a big part of his life. Judd had been five when she’d left Jack Calhoun and him. Judd then had the stepmother from hell.
After that marriage fell apart, his parents had miraculously reconnected, remarrying when Judd was twelve. By then there was a gulf between him and his mother that couldn’t be bridged.
“From the tires squealing on our driveway, I assume she didn’t receive the news well. But what woman would? You take her livelihood away from her and—”
“I did not take it.” He tried to control his voice, but the words came out too loud. “Her father sold it.”
“Why couldn’t you have worked out a loan so payments could have been made? That way Caitlyn would have had a fighting chance.”
“Why should I care about giving that woman a fighting chance?”
“Because—” his mother lifted an eyebrow that said she knew him better than he thought “—in fourteen years I’ve lost track of the number of women you’ve gone through to forget Caitlyn. I thought Deanna was the one, but the next thing I knew you weren’t seeing her anymore.” Renee took a step closer. “You haven’t forgotten Caitlyn, so why not admit it and try to make this work?”
“Mom, you know nothing about this. You have no idea how much money Dane owed.”
“It couldn’t have been that much.”
“Try six hundred fifty-two thousand dollars.”
“Oh, my God!” Renee clutched her chest. “How could he gamble away that much money?”
“It’s easy when you’re losing.”
The lines on his mom’s forehead deepened. “Are the oil and gas royalties worth that much?”
“Yes. In a few years I’ll recoup my investment. That is, if oil and gas prices don’t drop. It’s a gamble.”
“So in a way you’re doing a nice thing?”
He hooked his thumbs into his jeans pockets. “What?”
“If you hadn’t paid off Dane’s gambling debts, those people would have come looking for Caitlyn, her sisters and Dorie.”
He rocked back on his heels. “Yep.”
“So you did a good thing?”
“Ah, Mom. You have to see some good in me, don’t you?”
“As a mother, I know there’s good in you.”
“Not this time.” He walked to his desk with sure steps. “I was glad Dane asked for my help. As a neighbor, I would never have said no. As the man his daughter jilted, I was more than eager to oblige. I’m going to take Caitlyn down hard. She will beg me for mercy before this is over.”
“Son, son.” Renee clicked her tongue. “It’s been fourteen years. Just let it go.”
“I can’t.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “She destroyed everything I believed about relationships and trust. I’m thirty-six years old and should have a family. Caitlyn Belle will pay for what she did to me. And it’s only just starting.”
“Why, son? Why do you need this revenge?”
“I don’t have to justify my actions.”
“You can’t even see the forest for the trees.”
He frowned. “What does that mean?”
“It means Caitlyn loved you, but you pushed too hard and so did Dane. She was nineteen years old and all she wanted was to finish college, to be young and have fun. But neither you nor Dane would listen to her wishes. Y’all had to control her every move, and look what happened. If you had given her the time she’d wanted, you’d be married today.”
“Loved me?” His jaw clenched. “Why do women have to always drag out the L word? It was a business arrangement solely.”
“A pity no one mentioned that to Caitlyn.”
“She couldn’t handle it. She was weak.”
Renee gave a laugh that grated on his nerves. “Weak? Caitlyn Belle? Oh, son, you’re in for a rude awakening.”
“Mom, just drop it.”
But his mother never listened to him. “You can’t see Caitlyn as a person. All you see is a woman who has to be controlled. You get that from Jack. But Caitlyn proved she can’t be controlled, not by you and not by her father.”
His eyes narrowed. “This doesn’t concern you.”
Renee waved a hand. “You sound just like your dad. He thought I needed to be told what to do. And I was to overlook his little infidelities. I couldn’t, so I walked away and lost my son.”
“I don’t want to go over this again.” Judd had heard the story so many times it was burned like a brand into his brain.
“He said he wasn’t cheating on me with that bitch, Blanche, but he was lying. As soon as the divorce was final, he married her.”
“You left a five-year-old kid behind.” Judd couldn’t keep the accusation out of his voice.
She brushed back her blond hair, pain evident in her green eyes, pain he didn’t want to see. But it was hard to ignore. “I had no choice. I couldn’t continue to take that type of humiliation, but I never planned to lose my son. Jack had the money to make sure I stayed away from you.”
“Mom, it’s over, and you and Dad had twenty years together before his death.”
“Yes, and we learned from our mistakes. Jack didn’t cheat again. At least, not to my knowledge.” She gazed at Judd. “You were the casualty of our mistakes. Do you remember what you did when your father brought me back here?”
He stared at the horse sculpture on his desk, not willing to speak.
“You walked out of the room and wouldn’t say a word to me. That hurt. I cried and cried. Your father said you’d come around. It took a solid year before you accepted me back into your life.”
Back then he couldn’t understand how a mother could leave her only child. He still didn’t, but she was his mom….
“Sometimes I don’t think you’ve ever forgiven me, or that you can forgive anyone. That’s my fault and—”
“This trip down memory lane is over. I’m going to check on the cowboys.”
“Dear son, listen to me. I was weak, but Caitlyn Belle is not. She will come back fighting. I’ve known her all her life and she will not bow easily. Be careful you’re not the one who ends up begging.”
“Mom…”
“I’ve said enough.” She raised a hand. “I’m not arguing with you. I came to tell you that if you don’t get rid of Brenda Sue, I’m going to strangle her.”
“Just don’t listen to her.”
“Not listen to her? I’d have to be stone deaf not to. Her voice rivals nails on a chalkboard. The woman never shuts up.”
“I’ll handle it.”
“If you don’t, I’m buying a gun.”
“Okay, okay.” He strolled from the room, headed for the back door and freedom from his mother’s words.
And freedom from the shattered look in Caitlyn’s blue