The Cowboy Next Door & Jenna's Cowboy Hero: The Cowboy Next Door / Jenna's Cowboy Hero

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Bailey answered the door on the third knock. She opened the door, eyes a little sleepy and blond hair wispy. Lacey shoved trembling hands into her pockets.

“You were sleeping.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Bailey yawned, proof that she had been asleep. “Come in, I could use company.”

“Good, because I’m looking for a place to hide.”

“You’ve come to the right place. I’m here alone. Cody and our little angel went to a horse auction in Tulsa. They won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“I don’t really want to fall apart in front of Cody and Meg.”

“You, fall apart?” Bailey motioned her into the house that she and Cody had built earlier in the spring. They had just moved in last month.

“Me, fall apart, never.” Lacey followed her friend into the kitchen and pulled out a bar stool at the island.

“Have they found Corry and Rachel?”

Lacey shook her head. She wrapped her hands around the glass of iced tea that Bailey put on the counter before she sat down across from Lacey.

“Well?”

“Jay knows.”

“Knows where they are?”

“Knows about me.” She slid her hands up the glass and they came away wet and cold from condensation. “I guess I knew, but I wanted to believe that only the people I wanted to tell would know.”

“He won’t tell anyone.”

“I know he won’t.” Or did she? She could only remember the look on Lance’s face when he learned the truth. He had been shocked and disgusted. Jay had shown pity.

She wanted to cry, because the past couldn’t be undone. What she had done couldn’t be forgotten. It was in black and white, for anyone to find. She had been arrested for prostitution. It had felt dirty then, and it still felt dirty.

“God forgives, Bailey, I know that. But forgetting and forgiving myself is the real trick. People are so quick to judge, and to walk away. Everyone thinks they know the story and how to fix it.”

“I know.” Bailey shrugged slim shoulders. “Okay, I don’t know. But in a way, I do. I came home from Wyoming pregnant. It wasn’t easy, and it obviously couldn’t be hidden.”

Lacey nodded, because she had met Bailey when Meg was just a baby. The two had become friends because they’d both felt a little lost and alone that first year of Meg’s life, and the first year of Lacey’s life in Gibson.

“I don’t want Jay to look at me the way Lance looked at me.”

“He’s a different person.”

“True, we’re not dating and he doesn’t feel like I’ve kept something from him. I should have been honest with Lance from the beginning.”

“Maybe, but if he’d loved you, he would have taken time to understand. Just remember, Jay and Lance are two different people.”

Lacey smiled, and it wasn’t hard to do, not with her best friend sitting next to her. “You can give up the matchmaking, my friend. I’m not going to be the dirty sock in the Blackhorse family’s clean sock drawer.”

“That’s the most absurd statement.”

“I like a touch of absurdity from time to time. But you have to admit, it’s a fitting analogy.”

“It’s not. And because you made such a ridiculous statement, you have to make us a salad.”

“Bailey, can I really stay in Gibson if everyone finds out the truth?” Lacey looked at her friend, hoping for answers. The thought of leaving left a wound in her heart because this town really was home.

“You can’t leave, Lacey. What would we do without you?”

“Make your own salad?”

“See, I’d be lost without you in my life.”

Lacey hugged her friend and then hopped down from the stool. “I’ll make your salad, but you have to make ranch dressing. That’s what friends do for each other.”

Her cell phone buzzed. Lacey pulled it out of her pocket and groaned. “It’s Jay.”

“Answer it.”

“I don’t want to talk to him. He can leave a voice mail.”

Bailey grabbed the phone and flipped it open. “Hi, Jay.”

She talked for a minute and then handed the phone to Lacey. She wasn’t smiling, and Lacey’s heart sank with dread.

“Jay?”

“Lacey, Corry is in Springfield.”

“Okay. Where in Springfield? What about Rachel? Are they okay?”

“I’m afraid that’s all the news that I have. They haven’t caught them.”

“Caught them?” She took shallow breaths and sat back down on the stool. “What does that mean?”

“She and her boyfriend robbed a convenience store. Lacey, they had a gun.”

“Rachel?”

“I’m sure she’s still with them.”

Lacey closed her eyes, fighting fear, fighting thoughts that told her that Rachel would be hurt, or worse. She didn’t want to think about what this meant for her sister. “They don’t know for sure?”

“They don’t. Do you want me to come and get you? If you can’t drive, I can come over there.”

She could drive, of course she could. Her hands shook and she didn’t want to think, to let it sink in.