four thousand passes and rushed for over a thousand yards. He’d been in three pro bowls, won a Super Bowl, and been voted MVP. He’d be eligible for induction into the Pro Football Hall of Fame in two years, and it was expected that he’d be voted in on his first attempt. He had more money than he could spend in two lifetimes and made more every day from investments. He owned memorabilia businesses, and he was coaching high-school ball for twenty- five grand a year.
Zach moved to one of the windows that looked out the backyard and over the lighted grounds and pool covered by a thirty-six-foot-by-sixty-eight-foot retractable Plexiglas dome. He really didn’t have any complaints. His life was surprisingly good…except for his sex life. Having a teenage daughter made it very difficult, if not downright impossible, to have any sort of sex life. Out of all the things he missed about his former life, and there was a lot to miss, he missed his sex life the most.
He pressed a hand to the cool glass window and thought about the woman he’d seen in the hospital parking lot. He thought about her nice behind and her long blond curls. He thought about the girl he’d known his senior year in college and how she’d driven him insane with just a look from those big blue eyes of hers.
He hadn’t thought of Adele Harris in a long time, but all these years later, the memory of her was still clear. After a lifetime of knocks to the head that made it hard to remember some things, he remembered her wild hair and amazing eyes, he had no troubling remembering how she felt beneath his hands and how her hands had felt on him. He had no problem remembering the first time he’d kissed her in her dorm and the day he’d touched her through her clothes. They’d only dated for a short time, but he remembered her. He supposed it might have something to do with the fact that she’d been a virgin until the night she’d let him touch her without her clothes.
Zach looked down at the patio and across to the guesthouse. In a lot of ways, Adele had been different from the other girls he’d dated, and he’d really loved that about her. Hell, at the time he’d thought that maybe he’d loved
Now, he was older and supposed to be wiser, and he wasn’t even sure he knew what that meant anymore.
Chapter 3
The house was huge. Even by Texas standards. It was made of stucco and stone and had a red tile roof. Adele guessed it was supposed to look like a Tuscan villa of some sort, but it had a slight
She parked her sister’s car under the portico, then moved beneath the vine-covered walk to a set of heavy wood doors with wrought-iron handles. She rang the doorbell and folded her arms against the morning chill. She’d run out of the house in such a hurry the night before, she’d forgotten a jacket.
The moment she’d driven into the gated community, she’d felt a slight unease. It reeked of the kind of money and exclusion that had always made her uncomfortable. Like an interloper. It wasn’t that she herself didn’t feel good enough. She was successful and made a very good living off her writing, but being back in Cedar Creek again reminded her of growing up in the small town. Of growing up just inside the boundary between the haves and have-nots.
As a kid, she’d been bused to schools in the wealthier neighborhoods, and she’d never really fit in. Partly because her family had been middle class, and partly because she’d lived a lot in her own head. She’d made a few friends in middle and high school, but she’d lost track of them after she’d left for UT.
She fit in a lot better with the good friends she’d made in Idaho. She felt like she belonged there more than she ever had in the place where she’d been born and raised. But here she was, back in Texas, standing on the porch of a mansion, out of place in her coffee-stained, thin white sweater that zipped up the front.
She’d been back in town a week. Seven exhausting days of helping her sister that had culminated in rushing Sherilyn to the hospital the night before. At least Adele had been able to wash her face and use a toothbrush she’d bought in the gift shop before she’d left to pick up Kendra.
One side of the heavy doors swung open, and a girl with long blond hair stood just inside. “Are you Kendra’s momma?” she asked, flattening her vowels like a true Texan.
“I’m her aunt.” The girl was very thin, and there was something vaguely familiar about her. Something Adele couldn’t put her finger on. Then again, maybe there was nothing. She was exhausted, and her mind was fuzzy.
“I’m Tiffany.” She swung the door open and smiled, showing a mouthful of braces. “Come on in. We’re just finishing up breakfast.”
Adele stepped inside and onto terra-cotta tiles with a Marcala medallion in the center of the large entry. Her flip-flops slapped her heels as she followed Tiffany down a hall and into the kitchen, where everything was made of marble, granite and stainless steel. Morning sunlight spilled through a large leaded-glass window, throwing odd patterns on the floor and commercial-grade appliances.
Within a splash of white light, Kendra stood with one hip shoved into a counter. Except for the Harris eyes, she looked just like her father, William.
“Where’s Mom?” Kendra asked, and took a bite of a Pop Tart with pink icing.
“I had to take her to the hospital last night.”
Kendra straightened and swallowed. “What’s wrong? Is she still there? Is she okay?”
“She has something call preeclampsia.”
“What’s that?”
Adele herself wasn’t quite sure. The doctors had talked a lot about high levels of protein and dangerously high blood pressure, but Adele had not really understood the how and why of it. Only that it was very serious. She explained the best she could. “It’s something that happens in the placenta that causes high blood pressure.” Maybe. “She’s okay, but the doctors say she has to stay in the hospital for a while.” There was a good chance Sherilyn would have to spend the four remaining months of her pregnancy in the hospital, which meant Adele was going to be stuck in Texas for longer than she’d planned. A lot longer.
“Is the baby okay?”
“He’s fine.” For now. “Go get your stuff, and I’ll take you to see her.”
Kendra nodded, and her fine dark hair fell across her cheek. She walked from the kitchen, her Pop Tart forgotten in her hand. Adele wished she knew her niece better and knew what to say, but she didn’t, and she felt a little guilty about that. Adele hadn’t seen Kendra since her niece’s seventh birthday, and she’d grown up a lot in six years. Her body was maturing, and she’d started to wear a little bit of makeup to school this year. Not a lot, but it wouldn’t be long until she was smack-dab in the middle of her teenage years.
“Are you from Fort Worth?” Tiffany asked.
Adele turned her gaze to the young girl in front of her. “No. I’m from Idaho.”
Tiffany nodded and pushed her hair behind her ears. “I’ve been to Des Moines.”
That was Iowa, but Adele didn’t bother to correct Tiffany. A lot of adults thought Idaho was in the Midwest, too. “Did you girls have a good time last night?” she asked in an effort to hold up her side of the conversation. She hadn’t been around teens since she’d been one herself and didn’t really know what to say to someone twenty-two years younger. What did teenage girls do these days?
“Kendra’s gonna try out for the dance team, and I’m helpin’ her with the routines. Two girls got cut on account of gettin’ caught at a beer party doin’ keg stands.”
Apparently teens were doing keg stands. Adele hadn’t begun her keg-standing career until college.
“Kendra danced at her old school, but you probably know that.”
Actually, she didn’t. Adele listened as Tiffany rambled on about her dance team and their chances of making it to nationals this year. And the more she talked, the more Adele felt there was something familiar about the girl. But that something wasn’t quite clear in Adele’s tired brain.
“I can’t find my dance shoes,” Kendra said as she walked toward them, her sweatshirt in one hand and a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her eyes were red and her cheeks smeared with tears as if she’d just wiped a palm across her face.
Tiffany turned on her heels and walked from the kitchen. “You probably left them in the living room.”
Adele put her arm around her niece’s shoulders, and they followed Tiffany. “Your mom and the baby are going
