The Bull Rider's Manager (19 page)

Pain filled his heart as he sped the truck up and drove away from the car.

Kati’s voice came from the back. “That was Barb’s house. Why didn’t we stop?”

Hunter pressed his lips together. “She has company. We’ll visit her another time.”

There was no answer from the back seat but when he looked in the rearview mirror, Kati was watching him. “She’ll come back, Uncle Hunter. She loves us.”

Barb’s head pounded. She’d finished off both bottles of wine last night. She was pretty sure Jesse had put her to bed last night, but she couldn’t remember much after the third time she’d begged him to start the movie over.

Now she sat in the waiting area by the gate where in less than an hour their plane would be taking off. And as usual, Jesse wasn’t here. He’d left a note on top of the contract saying he’d switched up their flight to the later, five
P.M.
departure and that he’d see her at the airport.

Barb had been here for thirty minutes. No Jesse. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. Hangovers were punishment for trying to forget. Now, all she could think about was the pain in her head and not her heart. She felt a tug on her jeans and opened her eyes.

A five-year-old girl with hair the same color as Kati’s stared at her.

“You shouldn’t sleep at the airport,” the little girl reprimanded Barb.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” Barb sat up straighter in her chair.

“Your eyes were closed.”

Laughing, she nodded, ignoring the throb in her head as she did. “Yes, but that doesn’t mean I was sleeping. Besides, why can’t I sleep?”

“Because someone will take your purse and then you’ll have no money.” The little girl nodded seriously. “I can’t watch out for you long. We’re going to Disneyland.”

Barb smiled. The kid wanted to take care of her. Soft heart. Barb hoped she kept it. “So you’re taking Minnie to see Mickey?” She pointed to the stuffed animal in the girl’s arms.

“She’s already there. This is a stuffed animal.” The little girl looked at Barb like she was slow. “Do you have a little girl?”

Barb’s heart took over the pain in her body. “No, I don’t.”

The child nodded. “You should soon, now that you’re married. Babies come after people get married. It’s a law.”

“How do you know I’m married?”

“Jilly? Come over here and stop bothering that lady,” a woman called from the other side of the hallway. The waiting area for the California bound plane, Barb guessed.

The little girl started to skip away, then turned and answered Barb’s question. “Because you have a ring, silly.”

Barb looked down at her offending hand. With all the confusion and anger and pain, she’d forgotten she still wore the placer ring Hunter had given her that night in Vegas. A fake ring as a symbol of a fake marriage. She pulled at the ring, but it didn’t want to budge. She dug in her purse and found some hand lotion. Dabbing it on her finger, she removed the ring with a little effort and sat staring at it. The fake diamond still sparkled.

“Thought I’d find you here,” a male voice broke up her thoughts.

“You should have been here an hour ago. You just like toying with me, right?” Barb looked up and instead of Jesse, found Hunter standing in front of her. “What are you doing here?”

Instead of answering her question, he plucked the ring out of her hand. “I realized I forgot something.”

“You told me it was my consolation prize. You told me to keep it,” Barb growled.

“No, I didn’t mean that. I meant I forgot to switch it out when I asked you to stay. When I asked you to be my real wife. When I told you I loved you.” Hunter went down on one knee.

“You didn’t say all that. You said Kati loved me.” Barb’s heart raced and she felt dizzy. This couldn’t be happening, not here. Barb glanced around the crowd watching them. What was he thinking?

“I may have forgotten to say a few things. But I’m here now.” Hunter took her left hand and slipped a different ring on her finger. “I told you if this had been a real wedding you’d get my mother’s ring. I just forgot to replace the ring in time.”

“So you’re saying you want a real marriage? What about the annulment papers I signed yesterday?” Barb stared at the ring, not wanting to look at Hunter. Everything she’d ever wanted, the romance, the warm, loved feeling, pressed against her brain. Hunter had replaced the placer ring with a real one. The fake was gone.

“Kati and I made you flowers last night. We were going to take you to ice cream, but you had company.” He pulled a bouquet of paper flowers from behind his back. “The girl can be creative when she wants to be.”

“Jesse was standing in for Lizzie.” Barb smiled, fingering the paper flowers. Even sprinkled in glitter, she could see the legal words in bits and pieces. They’d cut up the annulment papers. She was still married. “We watched
Sleepless in Seattle
until his eyes bled.”

“He told me this morning when he stopped by the house and informed me I was an idiot. Then he gave me your flight number.” Hunter squeezed her hand and for the first time seemed to see the crowd standing around them. “I’m getting a little self-conscious down here. Are you going to forgive me? Do you want to make this marriage work?”

Barb looked over Hunter’s shoulder at the little girl with her parents. A life she wanted but never thought she could have. Until today. All she had to do was say yes, and that would be her and Hunter and Kati. A family. Jilly saw her looking and waved, smiling.

Barb smiled back and turned her gaze back to Hunter.

All she had to say was yes. And so she did.

The great thing about year-long school was Kati had vacation time when Barb wasn’t traveling all over the western side of the United States. And so, in early October, Barb found herself at the same airport terminal gate that Jilly and her family had been the day Hunter had come to rescue her.

She watched Hunter and Kati coming up the hallway. They’d stopped in one of the little shops to stock up on plane activities. Kati arrived first and tossed a blue dog collar with the word “Boise” written out in rhinestones on Barb’s lap.

“Did Bella need a new collar?” Barb let the stones sparkle in the sunlight coming in through the large windows.

“Barb, you don’t have to wait until you need something. Bella will love this.” Kati took the collar from Barb and sat heavily in the seat next to her. “I guess I can’t get her one from Disneyland too now.”

“We’ll see.” Barb brushed Kati’s blonde hair out of her eyes and back around her ear. She’d finally started to put on a little weight after three months, and her legs looked tanned and toned from all the soccer she’d been playing the last month.

“I told her not to buy the collar, but she started to cry.” Hunter sat next to Barb and tossed a bag of candy on her lap.

“You’re wrapped. That’s all I’m going to say.” Barb jiggled the bag. “Thanks for these. I can’t fly without my Skittles.”

Hunter leaned in and kissed her. “I’m totally head over heels in love with both of you. So call me wrapped, I don’t care.”

Barb softened the kiss and ran her hand through his hair. She didn’t care, either.

“Yech. Guys, people can see you,” Kati whispered loudly, and a chuckle came from the other passengers sitting across from their seats.

“We’re embarrassing the child,” Barb whispered to Hunter, her face leaning on his.

“She’ll get over it. I’m sure we’ll get payback soon.” Hunter kissed her on the forehead and leaned back in his chair.

Barb knew he was right. Now, she wasn’t sitting in an airport waiting for her life to start, she was waiting for the next surprise, and the one after that. And enjoying every moment of having a family. A family of her very own.

Lynn Cahoon spent the first part of her life, living in what’s lovingly called the Treasure Valley around the Boise, Idaho area, the setting for The Bull Rider’s Manager. Now, she calls a small historic town on the Mississippi River where she lives with her husband, home. She writes stories with heroes to fall in love with and heroines who always know exactly what they want and need, until they don’t. You can connect with Lynn at her website —
www.lynncahoon.wordpress.com
or on Facebook (
www.facebook.com/LynnCahoonAuthor
).

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