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  “Katie has acute myeloid leukemia,” Tawny said, and her bottom lip trembled. “The chemotherapy didn’t work. The radiation didn’t work and the cancer is back. You’re my only hope.”

  Lucky stood by the door, wondering if she was just trying to scam him for money. She certainly wouldn’t be the first. But his earlier assessment that she was crazy seemed more on the mark.

  “How’s that?” he asked, unable to help himself.

  “Your HLA antigens have the best chance of matching Katie’s.”

  Oh yeah, she was loco all right, and he’d just been beamed into an episode of Star Trek. “Katie’s your daughter?”

  “Yes.” Tawny sniffled, and Lucky went into the bathroom and grabbed her a roll of toilet paper. It probably wasn’t smart turning his back on her, but the woman was crying.

  He shouldn’t, but asked anyway. “How old is she?”

  “Nine.” Tawny locked eyes with him long and hard, like the kid’s age should’ve meant something to him. It was slightly unnerving, because when she did that she looked saner than shit.

  “And you think I might have these special . . . What did you call them?”

  “HLA antigens.”

  “Right,” he said. “And that would be . . . uh . . . because I ride bulls for a living?”

  “No.” She stood up. “That would be because you’re her father.”

  Chapter 2

  “What the hell are you talking about?” Lucky said, but Tawny could see the wheels in his head turning and sudden recognition blazing in his eyes. “Thelma Wade? You’re Thelma Wade. But you don’t look like Thelma Wade.”

  That’s because as far as Tawny was concerned, Thelma Wade didn’t exist. That girl had been puny, plain, painfully shy, and madly in love with Lucky Rodriguez, who’d obviously forgotten her existence the minute after he’d slept with her.

  “For the sake of my business, I changed my name to Tawny.”

  “What’s your business—shaking down wealthy bull riders?”

  “I don’t want your money. I want your stem cells.”

  “Fine, give me proof that the girl is mine and we’ll work something out,” Lucky said, but clearly thought she was either mentally ill or a con artist.

  Tawny supposed her delivery could’ve been better—like perhaps she should’ve eased into telling him he had a daughter with a life-threatening disease, instead of dumping it on him like a ton of bricks. But he’d ruffled her.

  At least he’d finally realized who she was and couldn’t dismiss her out of hand. Though it had certainly taken him long enough to remember her. Sure, she didn’t remotely resemble the seventeen-year-old girl Lucky had left in Nugget. But come on!

  Tawny grabbed her phone out of her handbag and cued up a picture of Katie to show him.

  “Nope,” Lucky said, blocking her. “This ain’t my first time to this particular rodeo, Thelma . . . Tawny, or whatever you go by now. You know how many women have tried to jack me up like this? So I don’t want to see any photographs. All I want is a paternity test. Have your lawyer talk to mine.”

  He went into the kitchenette, pulled a pen out of a drawer, scribbled something on a piece of paper, and handed it to her. “Here’s his contact info. I’d appreciate if you go through him for now.”

  “Look, we don’t have to tell anyone.” She didn’t have time to take offense at his insinuation that she was a liar and a grifter. Her daughter’s life depended on him. “If you’re a match, the entire procedure shouldn’t take too long.”

  “So you’re telling me that our one and only night together produced a baby and that you waited until I came back to Nugget—until the child is nine and has cancer—to tell me all this? It’s hard to swallow.”

  Tawny blinked back tears. “If you’d bothered to take my calls, you would’ve known about Katie.”

  “What calls? I never got any calls from you.”

  “I left messages and I emailed the address on your website. You never got back to me.”

  “Thelma, my mother lives in the same goddamned town as you. Did it ever occur to you that I didn’t get any of those messages and that she was a direct pipeline to me?” His voice trembled with anger and Tawny backed away from him, although he made a good case.

  “Given the reasons why you fled Nugget, I figured it was best not to tell anyone, especially your mother.” She’d done it for him. Because her stupid teenage heart had convinced her that she was in love with the cowboy and she hadn’t wanted to ruin his life.

  “Do me a favor, Thelma. Call my lawyer.” And with that he ushered her out of his trailer.

  Fine. Tawny would do just that. She’d even hire her own attorney if that’s what it would take to get Lucky on board. Anything for her daughter. She might feel guilty for springing Katie and the leukemia on him the way she had, but that wouldn’t stop her from doing what she needed to do.

  Yes, perhaps she should’ve tried harder to reach Lucky nine years ago. But at the time she’d done what she thought best. Especially since Lucky had left town under a cloud, and she knew if she told him about Katie he’d come home—even if it meant facing scandal. And possibly criminal charges. Because the old Lucky Rodriguez wasn’t a man to shirk his responsibilities. Growing up, she’d worshipped the boy who’d worked any odd job he could find to make ends meet.

  But away from Nugget, he’d made something of himself. Lucky was the most famous person to ever come from their little ranching and railroad town.

  So even when Katie got sick and Tawny was drowning in debt from putting her business on hold during long stays at the Ronald McDonald House while Katie got treatment at Stanford, she’d never asked Lucky for help.

  But this was different. Lucky was the best and possibly the only chance Katie had to eliminate the cancer. Since chemotherapy and radiation failed, Katie needed the cancer cells in her bone marrow replaced with healthy ones. Siblings were typically the best candidates for a transplant, but Katie didn’t have any. Biological parents were second on the list, yet Tawny hadn’t been a match. There weren’t enough proteins on the surface of her cells that corresponded with Katie’s.

  If it turned out that Lucky didn’t have enough matching proteins, the doctors would have to look at other relatives and even strangers, decreasing the chances for a successful transplant. That’s why Lucky was so critical.

  Tawny headed back to town and swung by the Nugget Market to pick up a pint of ice cream for Katie. The girl barely ate anymore. Ethel, who owned the grocery store with her husband, Stu, stood behind the cash register.

  “How you doing, Tawny? How’s that girl of yours?”

  “Feeling better.” Tawny gave a wan smile and paid for the French vanilla, Katie’s favorite.

  Ethel bagged the ice cream and said, “If there is anything you need, you let us know, you hear?”

  “Thank you, Ethel.”

  The town had been good to her. First when her father had suffered from emphysema and she’d had to drop out of high school to take care of him. And later with Katie.

  Tawny still remembered coming home from the hospital after giving birth, and finding a giant gift basket of baby clothes and boxes of diapers on her doorstep. Later she’d learned that Donna Thurston, owner of the Bun Boy drive-through, had organized the gift.

  With her father gone, it was just her and Katie now. At least the house where she grew up was paid for. It wasn’t much, just a two-bedroom, one-bath Craftsman in a modest part of town, but it was sufficient. And the old detached garage in the back served as a perfect studio for her business. Before her father had died, as sick as he was, he’d managed to install a heating system in the space for Tawny so she could work well into the night, even in winter.

  She pulled into her driveway alongside a truck she didn’t recognize. Maybe the babysitter’s boyfriend was home, visiting from the University of Nevada.

  But when she walked into the house, Tawny found Colin Burke on his back, under her kitchen sink. The furniture maker was al
so Nugget’s resident handyman.

  “Hey,” he said, tightening a pipe with a wrench. “Harlee mentioned that your garbage disposal wasn’t working.”

  “Not for a long time,” she said. “I kept meaning to call you, but money’s been tight.”

  “Yeah, well, this one’s on the house. I fixed your tub, too. That leak must’ve cost you a fortune in water bills.”

  “Thank you, Colin. I’ll pay you as soon as I can.”

  “No worries.” He got up and collected his tools. “The Nugget Tribune is making my wife a fortune.”

  Tawny laughed. Harlee had recently taken over the struggling newspaper, turning it into a successful news website. Still, Tawny doubted that the website was making anything near a fortune. “I really appreciate it.”

  Katie came in. “Hi, Mommy.”

  “How you feeling, baby?” Out of habit, Tawny felt her head. Cool to the touch, thank God. “Could you put this ice cream in the freezer for me?”

  Colin grabbed up his tool chest and headed for the door. “Next time you need a home repair, call me. Financially, things are good for Harlee and me. I like to pay it forward when I can.”

  Her throat clogged, so she just nodded. After Colin left, Tawny paid the babysitter and made alphabet soup for Katie. They ate together at the small table in the kitchen nook. The same place Tawny used to study for the GED to get her high school credential. Someday she’d like to go to college. But with Katie, and trying to keep her business on track, school would have to take a backseat.

  After dinner, Tawny got the scrap of paper with Lucky’s lawyer’s contact information out of her purse. She knew the 415 area code was San Francisco. It was too late to call now. First thing in the morning, she told herself. She didn’t know the law regarding transplants and biological fathers, but she would move heaven and earth to get Lucky tested to see if he was a match.

  If worse came to worst she would appeal to Cecilia. The woman would likely be angry that Tawny had kept her granddaughter from her all these years. But she’d make Lucky do the right thing. Everyone in Nugget knew that Lucky doted on his mother and that Cecilia Rodriguez had raised him on her own. Just like Tawny had done with Katie.

  She hoped it wouldn’t come to that. The last thing Tawny wanted to do was make trouble and put her daughter in the middle of it. Tawny just wanted Katie’s health back and to live her life in the same quiet obscurity she had for the last twenty-eight years.

  Lucky didn’t know what to believe. Thelma Wade’s transplant story was so far-fetched that it might actually be true. But a daughter? They’d only been together one time. It was the night after everything had gone sideways with Raylene Rosser at the Rock and River Ranch, which her parents owned. Lucky had spent much of the evening getting drunk at the crappy little park near Thelma’s house and wound up having sex with her behind the swing set in the wee hours of the morning. Afterward, he blew out of town, hoping that with him gone, the dust would settle between his mom and the Rossers. She needed her job at their ranch. Badly.

  The thing about Thelma was she never would’ve struck him as a gold digger. As a girl, she’d barely said boo to anyone in middle school. In fact, by the time high school rolled around, Thelma had disappeared. She’d dropped out because of family problems.

  The truth was no one noticed her even when she was in school, so no one had missed her when she was gone. That night in the park had been a mistake, and he’d forgotten the whole incident until today. Until she’d shown up on his property.

  Tawny? What the hell kind of name was that anyway? It sounded like something a stripper would call herself. She had said something about changing it for business. Maybe little Thelma Wade was an exotic dancer now. And a bloodsucking hustler.

  As he pulled up in front of his mother’s house, a Nugget police SUV backed out of her driveway and turned around in the cul-de-sac. He didn’t bother to lock his truck, just jumped out and dashed for the back door.

  Lucky burst inside to find his mother washing dishes in her stainless steel farm sink. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, mijo. Why should anything be wrong?”

  “I just saw a cop leave your house.”

  “That was Detective Stryker on his dinner break.”

  “He comes over here for dinner?”

  “Sometimes.” She looked at him. “Do you have a problem with that?”

  “No.” Maybe. Lucky wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

  His whole life Cecilia had been single. Except for his father, who’d taken off as soon as Lucky was born, he couldn’t recall his mother ever dating. Weird, because at forty-eight she was still a beautiful, outgoing woman. What was odder, though, was the fact that Jake Stryker was having dinner with his mother and it hadn’t gotten back to Lucky. In Nugget, people’s love lives, or lack thereof, may as well have been splashed across a billboard. People here liked to gossip. That’s why he wanted to come clean about him and Raylene, since their relationship would leak out anyway. And the conjecture about why he’d left all those years ago would start all over again. Nothing he could do about that.

  “Are you hungry?” Cecilia asked.

  “I could eat.” He smelled pot roast.

  Sure enough, she ladled him a large portion of beef and potatoes from the pot on her stove. As long as Lucky could remember, there had always been something good simmering in that pot.

  “What are you doing?” Lucky watched her chop vegetables.

  “Making you a salad to go with it. You need greens.” She put a bowl and a bottle of dressing in front of him on the big center island.

  “Thanks, Ma. So Jake Stryker, huh?” He was still digesting that piece of news.

  “We’re friends. Don’t make more of it than it is. How’s progress on the cowboy camp?”

  Lucky let out a long sigh. “Slow, if you want to know the truth. I wanted to be up and running by June, and here it is September. And now some writer from Sports Illustrated is coming up to interview me. It seems like every time I turn around there’s a new distraction to keep me from my goal.” Like today. “And in December I’ll have to leave for Vegas.” For the Professional Bull Riders Inc. Built Ford Tough World Finals.

  “Ay Dios mio, you’re getting too old to be banged around like that.” He knew she was talking about the concussion he’d suffered in Billings. Between the head injury and the cracked ribs, he’d been slow to recover.

  “It’ll probably be my last world championship for the PBR. I’d like to go out a winner.”

  “You are a winner.” She kissed him on the cheek. “You don’t need another one of those buckles to prove anything.”

  “No, but another one would go a long way to putting my cowboy camp on the map. Not to mention that the money would help pay the bills.”

  Cecilia creased her brows. “Are you having money troubles?”

  He laughed. “Nope. Not even close. But you can never have too much green.”

  “I think you feel that way because you grew up poor. But if you ever need money, Lucky, I could sell the house.”

  Lucky eyed the grand kitchen. He’d bought her the rancher because her whole life she’d worked hard, taking other people’s orders in order to care for him. Now it was her turn to be taken care of. “Don’t be crazy, Ma. I have enough for a lifetime.” He pulled her in for a hug. “The pot roast is good.”

  “I’m glad you like it.” She sat next to him.

  “Did you know that Thelma Wade changed her name to Tawny?” Lucky tried to sound casual.

  “Of course. She did it when she opened her boot business.”

  “Boot business?”

  “You don’t know? She makes beautiful custom cowboy boots. A lot of celebrities wear them, even rodeo stars. I would’ve thought you knew.”

  Well, that explained Tawny’s fancy boots, the ones Lucky had so admired. But it didn’t explain why she was driving a piece-of-crap Jeep from the 1990s. “I ran into her today and got the impression she wasn’t doing too w
ell.” God, he hated lying to his mother.

  “Her little girl is very sick. Leukemia.”

  Shit!

  “She has a kid, huh? I hadn’t heard she was married.”

  “She’s not. I don’t believe Katie’s father is in the picture.”

  “You know the guy?”

  “No. That’s always been a bit of a mystery, but no one’s business but Tawny’s.”

  “You’ve met the little girl, though?” Lucky asked.

  “Maybe once or twice. They spend a lot of time in the Bay Area for Katie’s treatments. I didn’t know you and Tawny were back in touch. What a crush she had on you when you two were little. Used to follow you around like a lamb. Such a nice girl, and you barely gave her the time of day,” Cecilia chided. Lucky knew the subtext, though. You were too busy getting into trouble with Raylene Rosser.

  “We just happened to run into each other. I barely recognized her, though,” he said as calmly as he could, but was starting to panic. What if the kid really was his? “I’ve gotta get going, Ma.”

  “You just got here,” Cecilia said, and took his empty plate to the sink.

  “I know, but I thought I’d stop by McCreedy Ranch before it gets dark and check out some stock Clay wants to unload.” Okay, he’d say a few Hail Marys.

  “All right. Will I see you tomorrow?”

  “Yeah,” he said. “I’ll be over.”

  On his way out he tried to remember where Tawny lived. It had been ten years, yet he found her tiny bungalow with little effort. He still knew the town like he did the back of a bull.

  He parked across the street and sat behind the wheel, feeling edgy about going in. About seeing the little girl who may or may not be his. Nine goddamn years. Finally, he climbed Tawny’s porch stairs and rang the bell. He could hear movement inside and a few seconds later a young girl opened the door.

  “Hello.” She looked up at him with big brown eyes. Eyes too large for her pale, gaunt face.

  Lucky studied her. “You must be Katie.”

  “Mm-hmm. Who are you?”