She managed to nod. “Thank you. I can pay it. I just forgot.” He didn’t get it. She grew up relying on her parents then Tommy. She refused to ask them for help. She had to do this on her own.
She turned the key. Click... Click. No! She tried again. Nothing. Come on. Please start.
One more try. The engine started. Yes! So much for a grand exit. It didn’t purr, not like the Mercedes she drove just two years ago. She reminded herself to be grateful for a car she bought with her own money. Pulling back onto the country road, she headed to the arena on the edge of town.
* * *
Back in the SUV, Jake turned off the flashing light. With a heavy sigh, he started the engine.
He spent years ignored by Vickie. He should be used to it by now. Nevertheless, seeing her so battered by life hurt him in a way he suspected he’d never get over.
After checking the empty road for traffic, he pulled out to follow her. He’d pay the ticket himself if it would keep him from having to arrest her. He imagined she’d never forgive him for putting her in jail in front of her daughter.
Vickie would never forgive him for helping her, either. Describing her as stubborn was like calling the Texas sun in August a little warm.
Just a couple of months ago her son had been airlifted to San Antonio after almost drowning. He thought they had connected that night and she would be more open to reviving their old friendship.
Going by the Mercantile where she worked, he tried talking to her, but she managed to be in the back of the store whenever he stopped by.
Vickie made it clear that he had no place in her life.
He finally got to see her face-to-face, only to have to threaten to arrest her. Not the impression he wanted to make.
Easing into the parking spot next to Vickie’s small vehicle, Jake put the Explorer in park in front of the sixty-year-old county building. The windows of the wood exhibit hall shimmered with pink and red metallic ribbons.
A couple of faces appeared through the streamers followed quickly by three girls rushing outside. “Ashley! Where have you been? You volunteered to decorate.”
The oldest one, Rachel Levi, the pastor’s daughter, stopped at the edge of the concrete slab and looked at Vickie instead of the younger girls. “Mrs. Lawson, is Seth with you?”
“No, sweetheart, he’s with his grandfather.” Vickie reached over and pulled the cupcakes out.
Ashley stood with her box of cards. “He’s grounded. But he made a card for you.”
“Really?” A smile lit up her face. The preteen turned to Vickie. “He’s still grounded because we snuck out?”
“No, Rachel, he has a whole new set of reasons.”
Her lips drawn, the girl looked uncomfortable. She had been with Seth the night he ran away and had pulled his unconscious body out of the river.
“Is your father here tonight?” Vickie asked.
Rachel nodded. “Daddy still doesn’t allow me anywhere without him.”
Jake looked at his watch. If Vickie was going to get her fines paid today, she needed to make those calls before the office closed.
He moved forward to take the cupcakes from her. “Come on, girls, let’s get these inside. Ms. Lawson has some calls to make before the party starts.”
Ashley and Celeste, Rachel’s little sister, skipped to his side, holding hands. “Celeste, my mom made penguin cupcakes,” Ashley said.
Rachel went in, shoulders slumped, but the other girls hopped around him.
“Oh, Ashley, these are the cutest cupcakes ever.” Mia De La Cruz, one of Ashley’s friends, held the door open for them.
At the far end of the room, women were setting the tables with food and drinks. He knew everyone. To his left Pastor John and Adrian De La Cruz kicked balloons out of their way as they walked toward him.
Adrian, a carpenter and roper Jake hung out with, slapped him on the back. “So you giving Ms. Lawson and her cupcakes a police escort?”
He smiled. “Looks that way, doesn’t it? So where do these guys go?”
“I’ll take them, Officer Torres.” Rachel took the box from him and headed across the open floor.
Tables covered in more pink and red lined the walls. They left the center open for games and dancing. He spent many nights in his youth at the 4-H meetings and parties with Adrian and Vickie. “So now you’re one of the 4-H parents?”
Adrian laughed. “That’s me, dad of the Valentine’s party. Happens a lot faster than you realize. Are you staying to help?”
“No, I just followed Vickie. I’m heading out, still on duty.”
“Daddy!” Mia, Adrian’s ten-year-old daughter, ran toward them. “Ms. Ortega is looking for the oranges and Hula-Hoops. Did you bring them in?”
“Yeah, I’ve got ’em.” With another slap on Jake’s back, Adrian followed his daughter to the group of mothers.
John gave him a quick goodbye and headed to his daughters.
Jake used to wonder what it would be like to have his own family. One part of him loved the thought of being the dad that helped at the 4-H events and rodeos, watching his own kids participate and compete. The other part knew he had no business being anyone’s father or husband. The knowledge didn’t seem to stop him from dreaming, though.
Vickie peeked around the door, scanning the area until she spotted him. She waved him over then disappeared outside.
For some insane reason, he smiled as he followed her through the door. Tomorrow she’d go back to ignoring him, but for now he had her full attention.
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