The Family Plan

It occurred to Jolyn that her need to rush Sinbad over to Chase’s house might be motivated by her desire to see him, especially now that he was single again.

Before loading Sinbad she inspected the inside of the trailer. Finding no sharp edge on the gate that might have caused the cut, she erred on the side of caution and chose to put him on the left side of the gate this time. The big paint initially balked at going back into the trailer but finally complied after much coaxing. Jolyn shut the door behind him and dropped the latch in place.

Her father rested a hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t all your mother’s fault. You can’t blame her entirely.”

“No, it’s not all her fault.”

It was her brother Steven’s fault when, nine years ago, he’d decided to have an affair with SherryAnne, Jolyn’s one-time best friend and Chase’s wife of three months. To this day, no one knew for certain who Mandy’s biological father was. Not even SherryAnne, at least as far as she was telling.

CHASE WALKED OUT of the house, the screen door banging shut behind him. He spotted Jolyn’s truck pulling into his driveway, and a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. She’d returned to Blue Ridge. Hopefully, to stay. He hadn’t realized until now how much he missed her.

When she approached, he motioned her on, signaling she should park near the barn, next to his truck. She gave him a wave as she rolled past. Chase followed, hurrying his steps. He rounded the back end of the trailer at the same moment she hopped out of the truck cab.

“Hey there.” She came toward him, grinning from ear to ear.

He avoided staring at her pronounced limp and kept his eyes focused on her face. It wasn’t exactly a hardship. Jolyn had always been a cute girl. She’d grown up into a very attractive woman. Hell, she’d just plain grown up. Chase didn’t recall her filling out a T-shirt quite that nicely.

“Hey there, yourself.” He scooped her up in an impulsive hug and swung her around in a circle. She felt nice in his arms. So nice, he didn’t let her go right away. “It’s good to see you again, Beanie.”

She pulled out of his embrace and glared at him with enough heat to blister paint. “I’m leaving right this minute and never coming back if you call me that awful name one more time.”

“String Bean Sutherland,” he teased.

“You’re as bad as you ever were.”

“Some say I’m worse.”

Her voice dropped in pitch. “Do tell.”

Was she flirting with him? Or, more precisely, flirting back? The Jolyn he remembered was too shy, too serious, too self-conscious around men to engage in lighthearted sexual banter. What, besides nearly losing her right leg, had happened to her during the last nine years?

She looked the same. Well, almost the same. Her brown hair sported blond highlights and was cut in a shorter, more sophisticated style. She’d also taken to wearing makeup. Not much, just enough to enhance her hazel eyes and full mouth. Dallas had obviously agreed with Jolyn. He liked the new her, liked seeing her finally come into her own.

Easy, boy. Chase took a mental step back, reminding himself this wasn’t just Jolyn, one of his oldest and closest friends. This was Dottie Sutherland’s daughter, and Dottie was a woman dead set on making his life miserable. No, ruining it.

About the same time Chase sobered, a loud bang came from inside her horse trailer. Sinbad was making his displeasure known.

Jolyn shook her head. “I’d better get him out before he kicks a hole in the door.”

“So, what scrape did he get into this time?”

“Scrape is exactly how I’d describe it. He was fine when I loaded him in Phoenix but not so fine when I unloaded him at the folks’ house. He has a pretty bad cut on his left side.”

“Let’s have a look.”

She opened the trailer door. Sinbad nearly plowed over her in his haste to escape and only calmed when she had a firm hold on his lead rope. “That wasn’t so bad, was it, old boy?”

Chase chuckled. “All these years and you still haven’t trained that horse to trailer?”

“We were too busy working on other things.”

As he well knew. He and his ex-wife, SherryAnne, had competed in horsemanship events alongside Jolyn up through their high-school graduation. SherryAnne went all the way to become Gila County Junior Rodeo Queen. Jolyn, the better rider in Chase’s opinion, lost out at the last minute and had to settle for being one of SherryAnne’s attendants.

“I really appreciate you seeing us. Dad told me Mom’s been giving you a hard time again.”

“She is, I won’t lie. No court order yet, but she’s threatened to see an attorney.” Chase examined Sinbad’s injury as he talked.

“For the record, Chase, I completely disagree with her.” Jolyn laid a reassuring hand on his arm. “I always have.”

“I know.” He turned to give her a smile. “And it means a lot to me. Your mother is a force to be reckoned with when she chooses. Standing up to her isn’t easy.” Chase understood that more than most. He’d been the brick wall Dottie Sutherland had bashed into for the last nine years.

“Has she said anything around town?” Jolyn asked. She kept Sinbad quiet while Chase filled a bucket with water from the hose. “Mandy doesn’t…hasn’t heard…”

“Nothing as far as I know.” Chase went to his truck and the custom-built compartments in the bed, where he stored veterinary supplies. He removed a pair of clippers, a bottle of disinfectant wash and sterilized cotton. “I will give your mother credit. She doesn’t appear to be running off at the mouth, for which I’m grateful.”

Chase set to work shaving the area around the wound, then he swabbed it clean. Sinbad behaved himself, paying little attention to Chase. Jolyn helped by distracting the horse with nose petting.

“You have every right to be angry at Mom. Maybe you should consider seeing an attorney yourself.”

“I will if push comes to shove. So far, your mother is just blowing smoke.” Chase silently wondered how long that would last.

Almost since the day she learned the chance existed that her son, Steven, might be Mandy’s biological parent—Chase refused to use the term father—she’d been pressuring Chase off and on to have DNA testing done. Thank God none of her family supported her, including Steven, who’d moved to Pineville years ago and purportedly wanted nothing to do with Mandy. But that didn’t stop Dottie. Lately, she’d escalated her pressuring to a new level.

Chase had fought her and would continue to fight her night and day. Mandy was his daughter, had been from the moment the nurse placed the squirming and squalling newborn in his arms. The only way Steven or any of the Sutherlands were going to get their hands on her was over his cold, lifeless body.

“Sutures or no sutures?” he asked Jolyn.

“What do you recommend?”

“Your choice. The wound will heal without them. Might take longer, especially if it breaks open, which is likely, being near the shoulder. Depends a lot on him and how quiet you can keep him for the next several days.”

“Not very. You know Sinbad.”

“Yeah, I do. He won’t stand well when I anesthetize the area. Which, if we decide to suture the wound, means I’d have to sedate him.”

“No, you won’t. He’ll stand.”

“You sure?” Chase squinted one eye at Jolyn.

She nodded. “He’s gotten a lot better.”

“Really?” Chase remained unconvinced.

“Injuries were a pretty regular occurrence in the show. Horses didn’t enter the ring unless they were cleared by a vet, even when they weren’t injured. The management had a strict policy.”

“Okay, then. Sutures it is. Do you want to tie up one of his legs just to be on the safe side?”

“Only if you’re afraid he’ll kick you.”