Jackson Hole Valentine (24 page)

“Wow, what a revelation,” Meg drawled, sarcasm dripping from each word.

“Joy loved Ty. It wasn’t long before he realized the mistake he’d made in letting her go and came to get her. They married in Las Vegas on their way back to Jackson Hole.”

“Then Joy found out she was pregnant.” The hurt in Meg’s eyes tore at his heart. “And both of you let Ty think it was his.”

“I didn’t find out she’d even had a baby until her aunt mentioned it when she stopped by the coffee shop one day. By that time, Charlie was already eight months old.”

“Really? She didn’t call or say anything to you about it before then?”

Her tone called him a liar.

“That’s right.” Cole held on to his temper with both hands. “As soon as I heard about the baby I came to Jackson Hole. When I asked, Joy insisted he was Ty’s baby, not mine.”

Cole would never forget that day. Anger. Hurt. Sadness. He’d experienced a whole cacophony of emotions in one short hour. “When I mentioned doing a DNA test, Joy began to cry. She told me I would ruin her marriage if I pursued the test. And it would be all for nothing because the test would show Charlie was Ty’s son.”

“You didn’t believe her.”

“I didn’t know what to believe.”

“You walked away from your own son.”

“She insisted he wasn’t mine.” Cole wiped a hand across his face.

“I can see how she could have fallen under your spell and lived to regret it,” Meg said, her words a sharp knife to his heart. “I did.”

“Everything,” Cole said with a fierceness that surprised both of them, “
everything
I said to you I meant.”

Meg rose and moved to the window, her back now to him. “You meant it when you said you wanted the three of us to be a family.”

Cole stood. “Every word.”

“Yet you told your attorney to get the papers ready to file for sole custody.” Meg turned and reached inside the neckline of her cowl-necked sweater. She pulled out the silver heart he’d given her their first—and only—Valentine’s Day together. “I put the necklace on this morning because I saw us having a bright future together.”

Cole’s heart dropped when she flung it on the table and shook her head, a look of disgust on her face.

“Meg, listen,” Cole began. “Let me explain.”

“You listen. You will
never
take Charlie from me.” An edge of steel ran through her tone. “I’ll never walk out on that little boy and my promise to his mother.”

“This is not as horrible or as unworkable as it appears.” Cole forced a conciliatory tone. “Let’s sit down and talk this through.”

“I don’t trust you and I don’t want to be with you anymore.” Meg met his gaze. “As soon as I find a place to live, I’m moving out and I’m taking Charlie with me. There’s nothing you can say—or do—that will change my mind.”

Cole had just gotten off a conference call with his attorney, finalizing plans for the Jackson Hole franchise, when the home phone rang again.

He snatched it up, cradling the receiver lightly against his ear. “Don’t you have anything else to do on New Year’s Eve but talk with me?”

“May I speak with Margaret, please?” a man’s voice said. “Tell her it’s Zac.”

Meg’s youngest brother. Hearing the affection in her tone for this man, Cole had once looked forward to meeting him.

“Zac, this is Cole Lassiter. Your sister isn’t here. She’s out running errands.”

It was true to an extent and it sounded a helluva lot better than saying she was checking out several apartments that had made her short list.

“I tried her cell,” Zac said, his frustration evident. “The call kept dropping before it went through.”

Cole grimaced. Cell reception was a sore subject with him, too. “The weather is bad here. Must be affecting the signals again.”

Zac swore. “Do you know when she’ll be back?”

“No clue.” Cole told himself to stay out of it. He might be Meg’s family, but whatever problem he had was none of Cole’s business.

Her brother blew out a harsh breath.

Not my concern,
Cole told himself. Still, he knew how much Meg loved Zac. And Cole
could
drive into Jackson and track her down…if the situation was critical.

“Is there something I can do?” Cole asked. “Does this have anything to do with your girlfriend and baby? Are they okay?”

“Yes. No. I don’t know.”

Silence filled the line for several long seconds. Cole waited, not about to press.

“Margaret told you about Lissa and the baby.”

“She did,” Cole said. “Congratulations.”

“Lissa and I, well, we’re not together anymore.”

Cole waited for him to elaborate, but all he heard from the other end of the line was the sound of a bottle top popping open.

“What happened?” Cole clamped his mouth shut, but the question had already slipped past his lips.

“Her old man got his way.” Zac’s tone was heavy. “Her parents think I’m not good enough for their princess.”

“What do you think?” For some reason, Cole couldn’t seem to pay attention to the “none of my business” refrain in his head.

“I may not have a college degree but I do okay,” Zac said. “Ian is an engineer and he doesn’t come close to what I earn most years.”

Cole clicked on the gas log and heat began to flood the room. Something told him this might take a while. “What is it you do?”

“Custom welding. Ornate gates, fences, decorative doors. Stuff people pay big money for,” Zac said. “Lissa’s dad is a three-piece-suit kind of guy. That’s the kind of man he wants for her.”

Cole knew how much that had to hurt. Even though back in high school he’d been irritated that Meg hadn’t told her parents they were seeing each other, his irritation had been tinged with relief. What would Mr. and Mrs. Fisher have thought of him? He doubted they’d have approved of a C-student who lived with a stepfather cops knew by name for all the wrong reasons.

“What does Lissa think?” Cole asked.

“She’s proud of me,” Zac said. “She wants to marry me. Or at least she did....”

After a long moment, Zac continued, “She told me I was using her dad as an excuse. That I was scared to commit. Can you believe it?”

“Is it true?”

“Hell, no,” Zac retorted. “One thing is true. Her old man isn’t going to rest until he drives me totally out of her life.”

“Seems to me whether you stay together is up to you and her, not to him.”

“Yeah, well, whatever.” From Zac’s tone, Cole knew the conversation was over.

“I’ll tell Meg you called.”

“Were you really going to take the kid from my sister?”

Cole inhaled sharply. Of all the things Meg believed, that hurt the most.

“Is that what she told you?”

“Answer the question, Lassiter.”

“I considered it…at first. But that was a mistake in judgment. Meg is Charlie’s mother now. He loves her and she loves him.”

“What about you?” Zac asked. “Do you love Margaret?”

Cole fought the urge to sweep the love he felt for Meg under the rug like he’d done for so many years. But to say he didn’t love her would be a lie. And he was done lying, to himself and to others. “I do.”

“Did you tell her you didn’t plan to take the kid from her?”

“She doesn’t believe me,” Cole said. “I tried to explain that I wasn’t going to file the papers, but she wouldn’t listen.”

“Make her listen.”

“She’s already made up her mind. You can’t change a woman’s mind.”

“The hell you can’t.”

Cole smiled even as he recalled how he’d begged and pleaded with his mother not to go. His stepfather had laughed, telling him he was wasting his breath. A woman makes up her mind to leave, and that’s that....

Of course, Wally was hardly an authority on relationships. For the first time in days Cole felt a glimmer of hope. He would try again. And again. And again. As many times as it took for her to forgive him and believe he was sincere.

“Margaret is worth the effort,” Zac said, as if he could somehow read his thoughts from hundreds of miles away. “Whether you choose to try is up to you.”

Cole paused. “You know, I believe you just gave me the same advice I gave you.”

Zac laughed and the line went dead.

Chapter Eighteen

New Year’s Eve Day

M
eg sensed something was different the second she walked through the front door. Perhaps it was because Charlie wasn’t running up to greet her. While she’d been out looking at apartments, Travis had called and asked if he could pick up Charlie and have him spend the night.

Saying that the twins would be easier to handle if they had a friend to play with didn’t make sense to her, but she didn’t argue. Meg knew Charlie would enjoy himself. And since Cole had mentioned something about going to a party with Ryan tonight, she’d have the house to herself.

Though it meant she’d be ringing in the New Year alone, at least she wouldn’t have to walk on eggshells all night. Having to be around Cole these past couple of days and pretend everything was okay for Charlie’s benefit had been difficult. But soon, she promised herself, soon she’d have a place of her own. She wondered why the thought didn’t make her happier.

“You’re home.”

Meg’s head jerked up from the packages she was juggling in her hands. Cole stood in the kitchen wearing jeans and a denim shirt that brought out the blue in his eyes.

“I thought you were going with Ryan tonight.”

“Change of plans.”

“Kate unexpectedly available?”

“Something like that.” He gestured with one hand toward the oven. “I have pizza.”

“I’m not hungry—” To Meg’s horror, her stomach chose that exact moment to complain about her skipping lunch.

“It’s hand-tossed pepperoni from Perfect Pizza.”

Meg could feel herself waver. Her favorite kind from her favorite place. Of course, she could always have the leftover meatloaf in the fridge. “Okay. One slice.”

It was the adult thing to do, she told herself. And she and Cole needed to try to get along—at least superficially—for Charlie’s sake.

He held out his hand.

She drew back. Surely he didn’t expect her to put her hand in his? No matter how good he smelled or how handsome he looked, that wasn’t happening.

“Your coat.” The twitch in his lips told her he’d read her mind. “I’ll hang it up while you put your bags away.”

She could feel the heat rise up her neck. If she’d been thinking clearly she’d have known that’s what he wanted. One thing she had to say for Cole, he’d always had the nicest manners. “Thank you.”

As she handed the coat over to him, their fingers brushed. A flash of heat traveled up her arm. She wondered if he felt it, too. But she didn’t look at him, because it didn’t matter.

Still, seeing him, being near him, brought those old feelings flooding back. Perhaps having dinner together wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

“You know,” she said slowly, “I’m really not that hungry.”

Instead of joking around and trying to keep things light as he had the past couple of days, his expression grew serious. “This could be one of our last evenings together. It’d be good to get some closure, to not leave anything that we want to say to each other unsaid.”

A feeling of pure panic rose inside her. Meg didn’t want to talk anymore, to think anymore, to hurt anymore. “I’ve already said everything.”

“You don’t have to talk. Have a slice of pepperoni and just relax.”

Meg hesitated. It wouldn’t take long to eat one slice. And, she reminded herself, he
had
followed through and promised in writing not to pursue sole custody. Not to mention he hadn’t tried to push her out the door. If he could make a few big concessions, she could make a small one.

“Okay. I’ll put these sacks away and meet you in the kitchen.” Meg walked away without waiting for a response, wishing she had the guts to simply ignore his request.

When she reached her bedroom, she dropped the sacks on the bed. But instead of hurrying down the stairs, she took a moment to run a brush through her hair and put on a little lipstick. Not for Cole, she told herself, but because looking her best would give her the confidence she needed to get through one slice of pizza.

He smiled when she walked into the kitchen. The table was set with a red-and-white-checkered cloth, topped by a bouquet of daisies.

She widened her eyes when she saw the centerpiece, unable to stop the rush of pleasure. “Daisies are my favorite flowers.”

“I remember.”

Meg wasn’t sure what to make of the comment, so she turned her attention back to the table. For some reason Cole had chosen to use Fiesta plates instead of the paper ones they usually brought out when they had pizza. A can of her favorite cola sat next to a glass of ice on the table.