he dropped into a deep, badly needed sleep.
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T HE PHONE WAS RINGING, and Cade jerked awake. He fumbled for the landline on the nightstand. Bright sunlight burst around the wooden venetian blinds.
âGarner here,â he muttered, rubbing his eyes to wake up. Usually the sheriffâs department used this phone to get hold of him when he was off duty. Tossing off the blankets, Cade swung his bare legs out of bed. His feet landed on the warm sheepskin rug next to the king-size bed.
âCade? This is Gary.â
Blinking, Cade pushed his hair off his brow. Gary Henderson was the commander of the sheriffâs department, his boss. âYes, sir?â
âDid I wake you up? Itâs ten oâclock. Merry Christmas, by the way.â
âLate night,â Cade mumbled thickly.
âYes, thatâs why Iâm calling. I wanted to make sure little Jenny was okay.â
That was like Henderson. He was a father of twoteenage daughters. His wife, Tracy, was a first-grade teacher. âFineâ¦the hospital doctor said Jenny was fine.â Another scent filled Cadeâs nostrils: that of bacon frying. And then he groggily recalled Rachel was here, in his home. Was she out in the kitchen making breakfast? That brought back a sheet of warm memories to Cade.
âGood to hear. Well, listen, youâre going to have court papers to file the day after Christmas because youâre Jennyâs legal guardian. Plus, Iâm asking two other deputies to go over to Lilyâs home. We need to locate her will and find out what her requests were and try to fill them now that sheâs gone.â
âYes, sir, I know.â And he filled him in with the calls to Lilyâs adoptive parents. âThereâs a lot on my plate right now.â
âIâm authorizing you a weekâs leave with pay, Cade. Your life has suddenly taken a new road and thereâs a lot you have to get in order.â
âThank you, Captain. I really appreciate that.â
âNo problem. I guess in one way, Jenny is a Christmas gift to you. If thereâs anything you need, just let me know. Weâre here to help.â
Grateful, Cade hung up the phone, and felt as if he needed another twelve hours of sleep. He didnât hear any noise from Jennyâs nursery. Knowing Rachel was up, he grabbed his dark blue terry-cloth robe and pulled it on. He opened the door and walked into the nursery, but Jenny was gone. Probably outwith Rachel in the kitchen. Standing there, Cade realized he had to get dressed. He couldnât just waltz out there like this. Rachel wasnât his wife. She was an employee.
He turned and went back into the master bedroom. As he pulled on a pair of jeans, blue socks and a blue T-shirt with the words Teton County Sheriffâs Department on it, Cade couldnât ignore the bubbling happiness simmering in his heart. Abby had always made him breakfast when heâd had the day shift. She had been one hell of a cook. And now he smelled bacon frying once again. More warmth filled his chest.
As crazy as his world was right now, Cade couldnât ignore the contentment he felt. It was a completely unexpected emotion. Since Abby and Susannahâs passing, heâd felt less than whole. Less than a man. Just a robotic nomad wandering the jungles of life without any real passion or focus, with no dream to work toward. As he finished combing his hair, shaving and brushing his teeth, Cade realized darkly that heâd stopped dreaming after their deaths. Now, the dreams had returned. How odd, howâ¦wonderful.
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R ACHEL HEARD C ADE COMING into the tiled kitchen. It was easy to hear the scuff of boots on the polished pine floor that led into the sunny yellow room. Turning, she saw Cade saunter through the archway. There were dark circles beneath his eyes. How different helooked from Dirk. Cade Garner was clean, neat and shaven. All the things Dirk wasnât. The contrast