And if what her friend had to say wasn’t reassuring, Cassie would take her son and leave. Perhaps she couldn’t go back to work for Earlene, but they could move someplace entirely new. Cheyenne, maybe. Or Laramie. Maybe all the way north to someplace like Jackson Hole. A fresh start in a whole new town wouldn’t be easy, but if it was necessary to keep her son away from Cole, Cassie would do it and never look back.
Just then the phone rang, and a moment later her mother poked her head into the bedroom. “It’s Karen. She heard you were back. Somebody in town must have seen you drive through.”
A smile spread across Cassie’s face as she walked down the hall to the little alcove where the old-fashioned black phone still sat on a rickety mahogany table. The first of the Calamity Janes was checking in.
“Hey, cowgirl, how are you?” she asked Karen. “And how’s that handsome husband of yours?”
“Working too hard. We both are.”
“But you’ll be here for the reunion?”
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“And the others? Have you heard from any of them?”
“They’re all coming. In fact, that’s why I’m calling. Lunch tomorrow at Stella’s. I’ve told her to put a reserved sign on our favorite table in the back. Can you be there at noon?”
“I can’t wait,” Cassie said truthfully. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you guys.”
“Same here,” Karen said. “And we’re counting on you to think of something outrageous we can do to make this reunion as memorable as all our years in high school.”
“Not me,” Cassie said fervently. “I’m older and wiser now.”
“And a mother,” Karen said quietly. “How’s Jake?”
“He’s the best thing I ever did.”
“And Cole? He’s here, you know.”
“I know.”
“What will you do if you run into him?”
Cassie sighed. “I wish I knew.”
“Maybe it’s time to tell him the truth. I always thought you were making a mistake in not doing that in the beginning. He loved you.”
“He used me.”
“No,” Karen said. “Anyone who ever saw the two of you together knew better than that. How you could miss it is beyond me.”
“He left me without a word,” Cassie reminded her.
“A mistake,” Karen agreed. “But you compounded it.”
“How?”
“By giving up on him. By never asking what happened. By running away. For a girl who had more gumption than anyone I knew, you wimped out when it really counted.”
It was an old argument, but it still put Cassie on the defensive. “I had no choice,” she insisted.
“Oh, sweetie, we all have choices,” she said, sounding suddenly tired.
The hint of exhaustion was so unlike the ex-cheerleader that it startled Cassie. If she’d been a ringleader, Karen had always been her most energetic sidekick, always eager for a lark.
“Karen, are you okay? Is everything all right at the ranch?”
“Just too much work and too little time.”
“But you and Caleb are happy, right?”
“Blissfully, at least when we can stay awake long enough to remember why we got married in the first place.” She sighed. “Don’t listen to me. I love my life. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. And I will tell you every last, boring detail when I see you tomorrow.”
“Love you, pal.”
“You, too. I can’t wait to see you. Bring Jake along. I want to see if he’s as handsome as his daddy.”
“Not tomorrow. Can you imagine a nine-year-old listening to us talk about old times? Besides, it might give him ideas.”
“Meaning?”
“Meaning he gets into enough mischief without getting any tips from us. And I’ll tell you that story when I see you.”
As she hung up the phone, she suddenly felt as if all her fears and cares had slipped away. The Calamity Janes were getting together tomorrow. Let Cole find out about Jake and do his worst. She had backup on the way. And together, the Calamity Janes were indomitable.
Chapter Three
The door to Cole’s home office burst open, and his father charged in as if he were on a mission. Normally Cole would have protested the intrusion into his private sanctuary, but he was too exhausted. He’d been up all night putting the finishing touches on a program that would revolutionize the way businesses interconnected on the Internet. His gut told him it was going to be the most lucrative bit of technology he’d ever created.
“What?” he asked as his father loomed over him, a frown on his face as he studied the computer screen.
“Is that supposed to make sense?” Frank asked, leaning down for a closer look.
“Not to you, but to another computer it’s magic,” Cole said.
“Guess I’ll have to take your word on that.”
“I’m sure you didn’t barge in here to talk about computers,” Cole said dryly. “What’s on your mind? You’re usually in town at Stella’s at this hour swapping lies with all your buddies.”
“Been there. Now I’m back.”
“I see,” Cole said. “And you’re what? Reporting in with the latest Winding River gossip?”
“Don’t sass me, son. I did happen to pick up a little bit of news I thought might interest you.”
“Unless it’s a way to squeeze eight hours of sleep into the two hours I have before I meet with Don Rollins about that bull you want, I doubt it.”
Undaunted, his father announced, “Cassie and her friends will be at Stella’s at noon today. Stella’s about to bust a gusset at the thought that a famous movie star is going to be dining in her establishment. That’s what she said, ‘dining in my establishment.’ Talk about putting on airs. She’s talking about little Lauren Winters. We’ve known the girl since she was in diapers. I can’t see what all the ruckus is about.”
He shook his head. “Well, never mind about that. The point is that Cassie will be there.”
Cole’s pulse did a little hop, skip and jump, which he resolutely blamed on exhaustion. “So?”
“Just thought you’d want to know.”
“And now I do.” He stared evenly at his father. “Are you waiting for some sort of reaction?”
“As a matter of fact, I am. Any hot-blooded son of mine would take a shower, shave, splash on a little of that fancy aftershave women like and haul his butt into town. Now’s your chance, son. Don’t waste it.”
“I’m confused about something. When did you become such a big fan of Cassie’s?”
Guilt flickered in his father’s eyes for an instant before he shrugged. “The point is you cared about her once.”
“A long time ago. You saw to it that it came to nothing.”
“Well, maybe I regret that.”
“Do you really?” Cole asked doubtfully, then shook his head. “Look, forget it. I have an appointment, anyway.”
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