his hat off and sat it on the table. âShe isnât yours?â
âProbably not.â Jackson sat down next to his dad. He fiddled with the stack of mail heâd left on the table earlier that day. âBut my name is on her birth certificate.â
âWhereâs her mom?â
âYour guess is as good as mine.â Jackson got up to make the coffee. He put a cup under the nozzle. âBlack?â
âYeah. Oh, your mom sent dinner. Itâs in the truck and Iâll bring it in before I leave.â
âThanks. You know, Iâll never learn to cook if she keeps feeding me.â
âShe isnât going to stop. Iâve tried. And sheâs itching to fix this situation for you, too.â
Jackson set the two cups of coffee on the table. âIâll fix this myself. The fewer people involved the better.â
âI donât think your mom thinks that sheâs one of thepeople who shouldnât be involved. She said to tell you sheâll expect to see you tomorrow.â
âGive me a few days. Iâm trying to figure this out without hurting Jade.â
âIs that her name?â
He nodded and took a sip of coffee. âYeah, Jade Baker. I knew her mom. But you knowâ¦â
âYeah. Might need to head to the doctor just to make sure.â
âI will. Iâm not turning her out in the cold. Iâm not going to call the state yet. Iâm not going to have her in the system at Christmas.â
âWhere is she?â
This is where it got tricky. He sipped his coffee and gave himself a minute. His dad answered his own question.
âTravis said Madeline Patton was up here today.â
âShe was.â
âMadeline, huh?â Tim grinned kind of big, the way a man did when heâd raised a bunch of sons. âNot your normal cup of tea.â
âIâve never been a tea person.â
âNo, you havenât.â Tim lifted his cup and finished off his coffee. âDonât hurt her. If you donât want big trouble with your mother, remember that people think of lot of Madeline.â
âIâm not chasing the schoolteacher, if thatâs what you think.â He shook his head. âAnd Iâm not eighteen years old. So thanks for the advice.â
Tim stood. He put a hand on Jacksonâs shoulder. âSheâs the kind of woman a guy marries.â
Yeah, that said it all. Put him in his place. Jackson, who had done his running around and then settled down on this farm with a dog and some livestock, hadyet to outrun his reputation. It sure felt like he couldnât do enough good deeds to undo what the people around here thought of him.
He stood to follow his dad out of the kitchen, and he couldnât stop one last attempt at denial. âIâm not planning to marry Madeline Patton.â
His dad laughed. âWhen do things ever go the way we plan?â
âThis is different. Sheâs helping with Jade.â
âRight, of course.â He slapped Jackson on the back. âCareful, son, the word never usually leads right where you never thought youâd go.â
Jackson stood on the front porch, thinking of all the times heâd said never. It wasnât until his dadâs tail-lights disappeared that he remembered his dinner in that truck.
Fortunately heâd lost his appetite.
Chapter Five
A light snow had fallen overnight, just enough to dust the grass and the trees. Madeline drove her car up the long driveway to Jackson Cooperâs ranch. The old farmhouse with the wraparound porch looked pretty with the powdery white snow sprinkling down. In the field the cows stood tail to the wind, snow sticking to their thick winter coats.
âThis sure ainât Oklahoma City,â Jade whispered.
âWhat? And donât say âainât.ââ Madeline pulled her car in at the side of the house.
âNothing. And Iâm sorry.â Jade
Aaron Patterson, Chris White