already had her door open. âI bet heâs still sleeping.â
âNo, he isnât. I saw him walk out of the barn.â
âOh, okay.â Jade slammed the door of the Buick and ran toward the big barn.
Madeline waited. And she worried. What happened to a girl when she thought sheâd found a fairy-tale parent who would make everything right, and then found herself let down? Heartache? Madeline remembered a father, but he hadnât been her real father. She blocked the memory because too many other memories chased after it. Yesterday sheâd gotten a card from hermother. Her mother always managed to find her. Madeline couldnât run far enough or fast enough to outrun Marjorie. She would never escape the past.
She never answered the cards or letters. Usually she moved and hoped it would be the last time. No matter how much Marjorie apologized or said she wouldnât hurt her, that she just wanted a chance to talk, Madeline couldnât believe.
The one person she wanted to see had disappeared off the face of the earth. Sheâd searched for her sister the way Jade had searched for Jackson. She hadnât found Sara. Maybe she had married. Or changed her name. Madeline had been given that option years ago, to change her name.
But she was Madeline Patton. She didnât know how to be anyone else. Sheâd always felt as if she had to face this life, not change her name and become someone else. Not that it hadnât occurred to her. Not that she didnât think a change of name would be a great way to start over.
âCome on!â Jade had raced ahead but she turned back, hugging her new coat to herself.
Madeline nodded and smiled. She followed at a slower pace, not quite as excited about spending the day with Jackson. Dealing with him. It exhausted her just thinking about it. He had too much energy and twice as much charm.
âYou coming?â Jade headed her way. The dog ran out of the barn and caught up with her, nipping at her pant legs.
âIâm not going to run.â
âYouâre walking too slow. Weâre going to get a Christmas tree.â Jade reached for her hand.
âI know and itâs twenty degrees out here.â
âRight, that makes it more like Christmas.â
Jackson walked out of the barn, smiling and waving when he saw them. âI have everything we need in the truck. Iâll get it.â
âCoffee?â Madeline shivered inside her coat. When she looked up, met his gaze, he smiled. And then he let his gaze drop.
âWhereâs the schoolteacher?â He winked at Jade.
âWhat does that mean?â Madeline looked down at herself and then up at him.
He moved his hands in circles. âYouâre in jeans. And youâre not wearing your glasses.â
Jade laughed, loud and silly. âI did it. I talked her into wearing jeans and putting in the contacts she never wears. You canât chop down a Christmas tree in a skirt.â
âI see.â Jackson took a step closer. âNot a bad change, Maddie. Not bad at all.â
âItâs jeans and contact lenses.â She shot him a look and he raised both hands in surrender, his smile fading. She pulled her heavy coat a little closer. âAnd my nameâs Madeline.â
âYouâre right, itâs just jeans and a new coat. People change clothes every day.â
Jade raced into the barn. A second later she ran back out, her face beaming. âItâs a wagon, Madeline, a real wagon.â
The pumpkin will be your coach, Cinderella. Make sure youâre home by midnight.
She grimaced and pushed fairy tales from her mind as she walked into the barn to see what had Jade jumping up and down this time. The girl went from defiant and strong-willed to giddy in the blink of an eye.
Maybe changing with the ease of a chameleon wasa Cooper trait and the girl had gotten it from Jackson. Hazel eyes, blond hair and the ability to
Aaron Patterson, Chris White