Judy Christenberry – Coming Home To The Cattleman (страница 2)

“I’m twenty-six now.”

“I know, it’s been so long. Come on in. I’m glad you’ve come.”

Jenny paused before asking, “Is…is he here?”

Rachel shot Jason a quick knowing look. Then she said, “No, he’s not here yet.”

“I’m…I’m anxious to see him. Is he doing all right?”

“He’s fine,” Jason said, then added, “At least he was until he got your letter.”

Both women turned to stare at him, but he didn’t back down. He’d seen the anguish Sam had suffered when he’d read the letter that had arrived just a couple of weeks ago. Jason had feared he would reach for the nearest bottle again. But he hadn’t.

Rachel led Jennifer into the kitchen and Jason followed.

“I’ll take your bag up to your room,” he growled.

“No!” She looked him in the eye. “I’ll wait until he comes. He may prefer that I…I leave.”

“No, he won’t, honey,” Rachel assured Jennifer.

She smiled at Rachel, a small smile full of long history. “I think I should wait, anyway. He may r-regret his offer of hospitality.”

An uncomfortable silence fell between the group. “How about a glass of iced tea?” Rachel said, trying to lighten the mood.

“I’d love one.”

Jason set her bag against the wall. “I’ll take a glass, too, Rachel, if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, Jason. I even made some cookies. You used to love them, Jenny.”

“Your oatmeal-raisin-pecan cookies? They are so good! I’ve never found any like them anywhere else.”

“I’m glad you remember them,” Rachel said with a smile.

Jennifer looked at her. “I remember a lot.”

They all heard the automobile coming down the driveway. Jason thought Jennifer would be pleased, but she seemed to freeze, staring at the back door but not moving.

Rachel walked to the window over the sink. “That’s your daddy,” she said to Jennifer.

As if facing a firing squad, Jennifer slowly stood, continuing to stare at the back door.

Jennifer’s stomach had butterflies that were doing flips. Many years ago she’d almost made herself sick with missing her father and her home. She’d pleaded with her mother to take her back to her father’s ranch. But her mother had been adamant that her father didn’t want her. He would have preferred to have had a son.

Over the years Jennifer had hung on to the hope that her father would come back for her, but he never had. Maybe her mother had been right after all. The young man who claimed to be his partner was only a few years older than her. Had her father transferred his affection for Jennifer to Jason Welborn?

Was that why he’d never answered her letters? She’d worked so hard on them, pouring out her love and hope for a reunion. She’d hurried home from school each day, looking for a letter from her daddy.

Nothing.

Now, at twenty-six, she needed to know just what had happened all those years ago. So she had written to her father one final time, asking to meet him. She hadn’t been sure he’d respond or if he’d even want to meet her. But she’d come anyway, hoping for a miracle.

The back door opened and the man she remembered, with a few more lines around his eyes and a few more gray hairs, stood in front of her. At least, she thought she remembered him. There’d been no pictures of him.

Her heart was in her mouth. Words couldn’t get past that lump. She stared at him, wanting so badly to close the gap between them by rushing into his arms. But he did nothing to encourage her, and her feet remained glued to the floor.

Rachel seemed to realize her predicament. “Look, Sam, Jenny’s come home.”

“It hasn’t been her home for eighteen years, Rachel,” Sam said harshly.

Jennifer felt the blood leave her face, and she wavered, fearing she would faint. Such rejection in the face of her hopes. “Hello…Sam.” She didn’t dare call him Dad. He’d made his feelings clear.

“Hello.”

Jennifer slowly sat down. “I appreciate the offer to stay here. It was more than generous.” Her voice didn’t sound right, but it was the best she could do.

He nodded and looked away.

If he wasn’t even going to look at her, then she had no reason to stay. She stood again and started for her bag. “I think I’ll go back to the hotel.”

“No! No, you’ll stay here. I won’t have the town talking about us!”

Jennifer sat back down. She couldn’t stand up to receive the indictment that she felt was coming. She hadn’t wanted to believe all her mother’s rantings about her father, but maybe now she should.

“Do you want some iced tea, Sam?” Rachel asked.

“Yeah, that would be good.” Sam moved to the table but took the seat farthest from Jennifer. As if she carried a disease.

Jason took the seat next to Sam as though he was showing what side he was on. Was he trying to prove to Jennifer how much more her father favored him over her?

Jennifer bent her head, hoping to hide the tears she felt forming in her eyes. She was beginning to think it had been a mistake to come here. How could she stay here? How could she accept her father’s rejection for a second time?

“How are you, Jennifer?” Sam asked after a minute.

She blinked several times before she raised her head. “I’m fine. I…I was surprised to see that the place still looks the same,” she said.

“We’re managing to stay afloat. But I have to warn you I don’t have as much money as I used to have. If you’re here to get some money, I can’t give you any.” He sounded angry.

Another blow. He thought she was here to take. Jennifer again swallowed the urge to leave. She knew that if she didn’t fight for at least acceptance from her father, she’d have nothing.

“I didn’t come to get money…Sam. I just…just thought that maybe it was time to get to know each other. We haven’t seen each other in such a long time. I hoped you wouldn’t mind seeing me for a little while. I’ll leave as soon as you want me to go.”

Sam was silent for a moment as he looked down at the table. “Okay,” he agreed with no emotion. “I have to change clothes and get to work. Ask Rachel for anything you want.” And he got up and left the room without even tasting the tea Rachel had fixed for him.

Jason stood and followed him.

Jennifer sat there, staring at the chair her father had occupied. She didn’t realize she was crying until Rachel handed her a tissue.

“Don’t cry, Jenny. It was hard for him when you left, and it’s been a long time. Things can’t be changed overnight.”

Jennifer wiped her cheeks dry. “No…I guess not.” After a moment she asked, “I’m not sure I should even be here, it seems so hard between us! Should I leave, Rachel? Would that be for the best?”

“No! Never, Jenny. Just give your dad some time. Do you need to go back to New York right away?”

“No. I quit my job when Mom died. There was so much to take care of, and I wasn’t happy there. I’d always wanted to come back home.”

“I’m glad you think of it as your home. Let’s go get you settled in your room.” Rachel stepped over to Jennifer’s suitcase and picked it up. “Just follow me.”

Jennifer followed Rachel up the staircase and turned right to go to her old room. When Rachel opened the door, Jennifer entered and was immediately struck by how much time had passed since she’d left the ranch. She had expected the room to look the same as it had when she’d been a little girl, but of course all her toys were gone, except for one stuffed rabbit that rested its head on the pillows. The gaily decorated room she’d left when she was eight was now an elegant room done in shades of blue.

“I love the way you’ve decorated the room, Rachel,” she said, pasting a smile on her face.

“We kept it the same for a long time, Jenny, but when it was obvious you weren’t coming home, I changed it because…because your father couldn’t deal with…with the memories.”

It was the first sign Jennifer had that her father had any kind of emotions for her. “He missed me?”

“Of course he did! Something fierce. If Jason hadn’t come along and helped him, I’m not sure he’d be alive now.”

“Oh. Jason. I can tell that they’re very close.”

“Yes, they are. Jason has been good to your father. It would be a mistake if you tried to come between them, Jenny.”

“No, Rachel, I would never do that. I know—I’m sure he’s been very helpful to…Sam.”

“Why don’t you call him Dad?”

Jennifer blew out a long breath. “I don’t know, Rachel, he doesn’t seem to want me to. He didn’t even touch me when he saw me.”