thought I'd never see her again. I just can't ignore it. She's the only woman I've ever really wanted."
"Then you'd better be prepared to grovel, because she doesn't strike me as someone who could forgive and forget so easily," Cooper said. "You broke her heart. You're going to have to fix it. And there are some things you're going to have to accept about her. Like I said, ten years is a long time."
Dane was just about to ask Coop what the hell he was talking about when the game room door opened and Jana Metcalfe came through, balancing a pitcher of beer and glass es on a tray in one hand and a couple of baskets of fries in the other. She was plumper than she used to be and her hair was blonder, but her smile was genuine and Dane and Riley went to help her with her load.
"Give me a hug, Dane MacKenzie," she said, laughing.
He pulled her into an embrace and patted her on the shoulder. She'd always been like a kid sister. The MacKenzie brothers had palled around with Jana's oldest brother, and more often than not, she'd wanted to trail behind them.
"How are you, Jana? You're looking good." Dane said, meaning it. She looked— happy.
She rolled her eyes and passed out their drinks. "It's nice of you to lie. I'm busy as ever."
"Jana is married to Mike Marshall now and they have a little boy that's a pistol," Riley said, reminding him with a smirk how much he'd missed over the last years.
"Mike's doing kid duty tonight while I'm working," Jana said, oblivious to the undercurrents of anger in the room. "We're having a sleepover, but for all I know, I'll go home to find Mike tied to his recliner. Nine year old boys are a menace to society."
"Ain't that the truth," Thomas said, giving her a wink and taking a sip of his beer. "How is Ben? Is he ready for school to start?"
"Hell, no. He's already told me he's decided to home school this year." She rolled her eyes again and propped a hip against the table. "Can you imagine that? I told him if he stayed home with me in the daytime I'd make him watch soap operas and help with the laundry, so he changed his mind about that pretty quick."
"Don't forget he's due for shots this year," Thomas reminded her. "Make sure you get an appointment early. Things get busy before school starts. In fact, you might remind the other parents when they come to get their kids tomorrow. What other fugitives are you harboring?"
"Stop peddling for business," Coop said, and turned to Dane. "A lot of the older folks in town refuse to call Thomas their doctor because they remember what he was like as a kid. Mr. Scranton said there was no way in hell he was going to drop his pants and let Thomas stick a needle in him after the thrashing he gave him for letting his cows out of the pasture."
"Who could blame him?" Jana asked, laughing. "You boys were a menace. And my boy and his gang are just like you, God help them all. You remember Jenny Mosely, Dane? She's got a boy name Tucker that can talk the paint off the wall. I shudder to think what he's doing to my house right now."
She giggled again and said, "And of course you remember Charlie. Didn't you guys date for awhile before you left? Anyway, her Jayden is the mastermind of the group. That kid has more ideas than he knows what to do with. And every one of them always ends with him in a heap of trouble."
His brothers started coughing and talking over each other, but all he could hear was the rush of blood pounding in his head. He leaned forward and pressed his hands against the table—hard—so the pain could remind him he was still alive. Charlie had a child. A nine-year-old child. He did the math in his head, and his legs gave out from under him. He sat down hard in the chair he'd abandoned earlier.
"Honey, are you okay?" Jana asked. "You're white as a sheet."
"I think he's just tired, Jana," Coop said. "He came straight here from the airport, and I'm sure he's worn out. Maybe if you could just get our check for us? We should probably take him