She pulled herself together. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as he headed for the door. “Then that’s what I’ll do,” she said. He turned at her softly spoken words and her gaze locked with his as she added, “I’ll count on it.”
She didn’t stop to analyze where it would lead, this counting on Cord. All she knew was that at this moment, with so much uncertainty in her life, relying on him was as natural as breathing.
What the hell was wrong with him? Cord wondered as he sought out a place to get a drink and a grip on his rampaging hormones. He had almost made a costly mistake. He had almost seduced Sharon Lynn into making love with him. For a few incredible moments, he had known what it was like to caress her skin, to feel her tremble in his arms. As lost as they’d both been on a sea of sensations, it wouldn’t have taken much to carry them the rest of the way. She’d wanted it, too, wanted it every bit as badly as he had. He’d seen that much in her crushed expression when he’d pulled away.
But it would have been wrong, he reminded himself, a temporary bliss at best. She would never have forgiven him or herself.
No, when he finally—and inevitably—made love to Sharon Lynn, it would be when she wasn’t feeling so lost and alone that she reached for him in despair. It would be when she wanted him and him alone, beyond reason, and because she could no longer be without him. He had to reassure himself over and over that that time would come. Otherwise, he truly would have cursed tonight’s lost opportunity.
He gravitated toward the Italian restaurant, where he could order a pizza and a beer and hope that the two combined would satiate at least one of his hungers. The other was a lost cause, at least for now.
He was halfway through his beer and about to take his first bite of pizza, when Harlan Patrick turned up, looking every bit as down in the mouth as Cord felt.
Cord gestured toward the opposite side of the booth. “Have a seat.”
Harlan Patrick managed a halfhearted grin and slid in. “I’m surprised to find you in here.”
“Why is that?”
“The family hotline is burning up with the news about Hazel Murdock being Ashley’s grandma. I figured you’d be with Sharon Lynn.”
“I was.”
Harlan Patrick regarded him speculatively. “She throw you out?”
Cord grinned. “No. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Then that brings us right back to where we started. What are you doing here?”
“Taking a time-out.”
The response drew a knowing chuckle. “Being honorable is the pits, isn’t it? I used to follow that path with Laurie and look where it got me.”
“It sure as hell doesn’t keep you warm at night, that’s for sure,” Cord acknowledged.
“Of course,” Harlan Patrick added thoughtfully, “in this case, it can also prevent you being run down by a whole slew of gun-toting Adams men.”
“Something I never considered,” Cord confessed.
“Really?”
“Not even once.”
“Then this was all about doing what’s best for Sharon Lynn?”
Cord shrugged. “Could be.”
“Fascinating.” He shook his head and gave Cord a sympathetic look. “You’re a goner, man.”
“Could be.”
Before Harlan Patrick could explore that, which he certainly seemed eager to do, Justin strolled in looking every bit as glum as the two of them. He nudged his cousin over and slid in beside him.
“Well, that was fun,” he said, ordering his own beer.
“How’d Hazel Murdock take the news?” Cord asked.
“About like you’d expect. She grumbled about her tramp of a daughter, moaned a little about fate, then vowed to do her duty by the poor little tyke.”
“Do you think she’ll turn up?”
“Oh, yeah,” Justin said. “Especially now that she’s aware that her precious grandbaby is living with an Adams. Big mistake on my part.”
Cord’s pulse began to thud dully. “What do you mean?”
“I mean that I made the tactical error of mentioning who was caring for the baby,” Justin admitted. “I was hoping to show her that she could rest easy if she decided to leave the baby right where she is.”
Even Harlan Patrick groaned at that.
“How did she respond?” Cord asked.
“Well, obviously that little tidbit fascinated her. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if she came over here, raised a ruckus, turned Sharon Lynn’s life upside down, then allowed herself to be persuaded to disappear from the baby’s life for a hefty settlement.”
“She’d sell the kid?” Harlan Patrick asked, looking as disgusted as Cord felt.
“Like I said, it wouldn’t surprise me if she tried,” Justin replied.
“But that would play right into our hands,” Cord said. “That would prove to the court that she shouldn’t have custody, that she’s nothing more than an opportunist.”
Justin nodded. “I agree, but you’re forgetting one thing. In the meantime, she’ll terrify Sharon Lynn into thinking that she’s going to lose the baby. She’ll be willing to pay her off, just to make sure she goes away.”
“We’ll just have to see that doesn’t happen,” Harlan Patrick said. “Cord, you can get through to Sharon Lynn, can’t you? You can make her see that it’ll be for the best to go through all the legal hoops, right?”
“I can try.” He paused as something Justin had said earlier in the day came back to him. It had been nagging him for hours. “Do you think Sharon Lynn could have difficulty getting permanent custody because she’s single?”
“I don’t really know,” Justin admitted. “I brought it up because it’s a possibility, especially with long lists of couples waiting to adopt.”
“But she’s the one who’s been taking care of the baby all along,” Cord protested. “She’s the one who saved her. If anyone has a right to that child, it’s your cousin.”
“The two of you did that,” Justin stated. “And I agree with you. I’m just telling you that Sharon Lynn got temporary custody because of the circumstances and because Grandpa Harlan interceded on her behalf. When it comes to outright adoption, the rules may not be the same at all.”
“She’ll have Janet on her side,” Harlan Patrick reminded them. “There’s not a better attorney in the state than granddaddy’s wife. And she’ll have the Adams name going for her.”
“She’d better be careful how she uses that,” Justin warned. “It’s a double-edged sword. Yes, the name is highly respected, but the last thing she needs is for people to get the idea that it’s being used to bypass the system. She could wind up caught in some sort of public backlash if the media latches on to the story. I’m just grateful that there’s been nothing at all in the local paper about this from the very beginning.”
“That was probably Grandpa Harlan’s doing,” Harlan Patrick said. “Janet probably put a bug in his ear about the long-range implications of getting the media involved and he probably asked Mort over at the Journal to lay off the story.”
Cord nodded. “I’d wondered why there hadn’t been a mention of it. It’s got all the ingredients of a big story. Abandoned baby rescued from a blizzard, the Adams name, etcetera. It wasn’t like anybody tried to keep it a secret. The local paper had to know every detail.”
“Which proves my point,” Harlan Patrick said. “I detect Grandpa Harlan’s hand in it with Janet nudging him.”
Cord glanced at Justin. “What do we do now?”
“We wait.”
That wasn’t the advice he’d wanted to hear. If there was one thing Cord was downright lousy at doing, it was waiting. Especially when an alternative plan had been nagging him for the past half hour.
He pulled some money from his wallet and tossed the bills on the table. “I’m out of here.”
Two pairs of eyes regarded him suspiciously.
“To go where?” Justin demanded.
“Home, of course,” he rep
lied innocently.
“Whose home?”
“Oh, for heaven’s sakes,” Harlan Patrick muttered. “Stop being a cop, Justin. It’s none of our business whose home he’s going to.”
“It sure as hell is, if it’s Sharon Lynn’s,” Justin retorted, his gaze lethal.
“Settle down,” Cord soothed. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going to the bunkhouse at White Pines. I’ve got some thinking to do.”
And if he reached the same conclusion overnight that he’d reached just now, he’d have a plan that just might solve all their problems.
Chapter 14
A restless night of tossing and turning and mulling over the idea he’d had while talking to Harlan Patrick and Justin left Cord in desperate need of coffee first thing in the morning. He was about to pour himself a cup, when he looked up and saw Harlan Adams coming through the bunkhouse door. He looked like a man on a mission.
His eyes lit up when he saw the pot in Cord’s hand. “You got another cup around this place? I wouldn’t mind some decent coffee for a change.”
“I can find the cup, but I wouldn’t call this decent. It’s yesterday’s mud.”
“It has caffeine, doesn’t it? Believe me, that’s all that matters.”
The comment reminded Cord that caffeine was a clear violation of the older man’s diet. He turned and dumped everything left in the pot into the sink before he could be tempted into caving in.
“Now why’d you go and do a durn fool thing like that?” Harlan Adams demanded with an indignant expression.
“To save us both a lot of aggravation.”
With a sigh of resignation, Harlan sank into a chair. “I suppose it was the smart thing to do, from your point of view,” he conceded.
“Yours, too. From what I hear, your wife has her spies everywhere.”
The older man chuckled. “You’re right about that, especially around here.”
Cord sat down opposite him. “What brings you by here this early? Is there something I can help you with?”
“That depends.”
“On?”
“Just how involved you are with my granddaughter.”
Uh-oh, Cord thought. “Involved?” he repeated cautiously.
“You’re a smart man. Do I have to spell it out for you?”
“I think maybe you do.”
“Are you in love with her? I know what my eyes tell me, but I want to hear it from you.”
“Don’t you think that’s something I should be discussing with her, not you?”
His expression turned impatient at the evasion.
“Oh, stop beating around the bush, boy. Any fool can see you care about Sharon Lynn. I’m just asking if it’s walking-down-the-aisle serious.”
Cord gave up the pretense. “Okay, yes. I’m serious. But it’s way too soon for her to believe that. There’s her past, for one thing. And the timing. It hasn’t been all that long since I turned up here.”
Harlan gave an approving nod. “Good, you can see that, too. I knew you had a head on your shoulders. Trouble is, there’s no time to waste.”
Cord stared. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve been mulling over this mess with little Ashley,” Harlan explained. “It seems to me like the only sensible thing to do would be for the two of you to get married and adopt that child yourselves. Any judge would see that the two of you’d be better parents for her than that drunken old crone over in Garden City.”
Maybe if he hadn’t reached the exact same conclusion himself, Cord would have been shocked by the suggestion. As it was, it was just more proof that his thinking hadn’t been clouded by pure lust or his powerful longing for family. He glanced up and saw that the older man was watching him expectantly.
“Well, what do you think?” Harlan demanded. “Will you do it?”
“With all due respect, sir, I’m not the problem. It’s Sharon Lynn who’s going to require some convincing. In case you haven’t noticed, the woman has a mind of her own.”
“Family curse,” Harlan conceded. “We’re all stubborn as the day is long, but I’ve thought about that. I’ll talk to her. She’ll listen to me. Always has. She trusts me to say what’s what.”
Cord held up his hand. “I appreciate the offer, but not this time. If there’s any proposing to be done, I’ll do it myself.”
To Cord’s relief, Harlan didn’t put up a fuss about being left out. He just gave Cord a measured look and advised, “Well, you’d best get a move on then. Once that old hag shows up and starts making waves, there won’t be a second to waste.”
The warning made perfect sense, but it wasn’t going to be that simple. “I understand what you’re saying,” Cord agreed, “but tactically, it seems to me the only way it’s going to work is for your granddaughter to be desperate. I think I have to wait until Hazel Murdock puts in an appearance.”
Harlan nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “You could be right. Sharon Lynn has dug in her heels when it comes to love. After that tragedy with Kyle, she’s made up her mind never to marry. She won’t say yes just like that, no matter how much she might want to.”
“Could I ask you a question?” Cord ventured.
“Of course you can.”
“Doesn’t it bother you just the teensiest bit that you’re all but pushing your granddaughter into marriage to a man she hasn’t even said she loved?”
Harlan Adams laughed at that. “Like I said, she’s stubborn. She won’t be pushed, unless it’s what she wants deep down. I happen to think it is. I’ve seen the way she looks at you, the way you look at her. More important, I’ve seen the way you treat her. When a man treats a woman with that much respect, that much caring, the love is there. All it needs is a little time and nurturing. I’m just trying to make sure it gets the jump-start required.”
“Maybe the time and nurturing ought to come before we’ve said our vows,” Cord suggested. It was a worrisome idea that had plagued him all night long. He was hoping Harlan Adams would have something to say that would reassure him.
“If the circumstances allowed for that, maybe so,” Harlan agreed. “But we don’t have that luxury. Even if there weren’t little Ashley to consider, there’s me. I’m an old man. Ever since Kyle died, Sharon Lynn’s been fixated on this notion that she’s not cut out for marriage. I’m not sure I’ll last long enough for her to figure out for herself that she’s all wrong.”
He gave Cord a conspiratorial grin. “I’m counting on you to move this along.”
“I’ll do my best, sir, but you’ll have to leave the timing to me,” Cord insisted.
This time Harlan looked vaguely disgruntled at being forced out of the driver’s seat, but he finally grumbled his assent. “Just get the job done. That’s all I care about.”
It was all that mattered to Cord, too. But something told him it was going to be a whole lot trickier than sidling up to Sharon Lynn, going down on one knee and popping the question. The woman was going to have to be desperate for it to work. That might not do a lot for his ego, but at this point he’d be grateful for just about any state of mind that allowed him to get past those rock-solid defenses of hers.
For the next week, Cord bided his time. Knowing that Harlan Adams was anxiously awaiting signs of progress didn’t ease the pressure any. He expected to be summoned for progress reports on a daily basis, but the old man restricted himself to dropping by every day or two instead. He was clearly growing dissatisfied with the lack of an engagement announcement.
The time Cord spent with Sharon Lynn and Ashley left him restless and uneasy. He was tempted more than once to announce his plan and let the chips fall where they may, but there was too much riding on the outcome for him to speak out that impulsively. Once more, his patience was being tested to the limits. Maybe all this waiting around was building character, but it felt a whole lot more like torment.
It was another week after that before Hazel Murdock finally staggered into Dolan’s late one afternoon to see her
precious grandbaby. It was the first time he’d gotten a decent up-close look at her and what he saw wasn’t reassuring. Though he guessed her age to be under fifty, the deep lines in her face, the perpetual frown and hair that was more gray than bottle-blond suggested she’d paid a heavy price for every year she’d lived. There wasn’t a speck of joy in her expression, not even when she got a first look at her granddaughter.
As Cord had predicted, she was drunk and her language was coarse, but one thing was clear. She was grimly determined to take the baby home with her—or so she claimed. There was a wily gleam in her eye when she looked at Sharon Lynn that suggested otherwise.
Sharon Lynn clung protectively to the baby and cast a desperate look at Cord. He gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze, then latched on to Mrs. Murdock’s elbow and guided her to a place at the counter. She perched on the stool, squared her shoulders and clung to her worn purse as if she feared it might be snatched at any second. There was something a little sad and pathetic about her, but he couldn’t afford to feel any sympathy, not when her sole purpose in being here was to take little Ashley away from them.
“How about a cup of coffee?” he said, as much to give Sharon Lynn something concrete to do as to sober the old lady up.
“Coffee’d be good,” Mrs. Murdock agreed, her gaze following Sharon Lynn and the baby she still held in her arms.
“Mrs. Murdock, have you really thought this through?” Cord asked carefully. “You’ve already raised your daughter on your own. Are you sure you want to take on the burden of another child, a brand-new baby, at this stage of your life? That’s an eighteen-year commitment, minimum.”
“God never gives us burdens we can’t handle,” she said self-righteously.
She cast another look toward the baby and, for just an instant, something in her eyes softened. “She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?” she asked and this time there was nothing cagey in her voice.
“She’s beautiful,” Sharon Lynn agreed fervently. “She’s a wonderful baby. She deserves the best possible future.”
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