Mitch called Chase and informed him that Clint had missed his PO appointment, just as Mitch had suspected, and a warrant was issued for his arrest. Clint had no cash, credit cards or vehicle so there was really no way to track him. Then Chase remembered how Clint had found Lauren the last time; he'd had a cop friend who helped Chase track Lauren rough her credit card usage. If that friend was still a cop would he give him a ride or money for bus fare? What were the chances he'd get there by bus with no one recognizing him? Mitch thought they were pretty good chances.On his way back to the ranch, protecting his family was solely on his mind. To be absolutely positive Lauren and the baby would be safe he'd have to go with them himself; the only way. He'd brought two trees down from behind the house, perfect for decorating; one for the house and one for the barn. He parked his truck outside the barn and off-loaded the tree. Carter would know what to do. Then he parked the truck close
"Mitch called you today, didn't he?" Lauren asked."Yes, I did speak to Mitch today. Clint didn't show up for his appointment with his parole officer," Lauren gasped, covered her mouth with her hand, and rubbed her forehead."They issued a warrant for his arrest. Mitch and I discussed the possibilities. Since he has no money, no vehicle, no means to get anywhere except......""His cop friend, right? Like last time." Lauren's hand grasped Chase's thigh. "Yes, Mitch asked the local PD in Detroit to check it out. As soon as they know anything, Mitch will know and notify us. BOLO's were issued so every cop has a picture of him and is on the lookout, like we are.""Staying in the house sounds better and better, Lauren." Charlotte said, holding her head in her hand; elbow propped on the table."Mom, when I first heard Clint was released for good behavior, I was scared to death, I'm still scared. But I have to be strong and accept that Chase, Carter and Amos have put everything in plac
"That was some shindig you had tonight," Charlotte said while hanging up her coat."Yes, it was worth all the work and extra effort, wasn't it?" Lauren asked her parents. She laid the baby in the bassinet in the living room and removed some of the extra layers of blankets. Cameron was wide-awake, his arms and legs flying every which way."You are so cute, baby boy. I'm going to change your diaper and get you ready for bed. Then mommy's going to get a hot shower.""Goodnight, Lauren," her father called to her as she started up the stairs."'Night Mom and Dad. Thanks for all your help. See you in the morning." Lauren relaxed as she closed the door to the master bedroom and exhaled, safe at last. She'd felt exposed during the party among men, some she didn't recognize; afraid the next man she'd see would be Clint. Memories of him assaulting her consumed her. She sat on the edge of the bed, Cameron still in her arms.She blew out a series of short breaths to gain control, her stomach
Dressed in their holiday finest, they headed into Saddle Creek. Chase, Lauren and Cameron led the way in the truck; Steve and Charlotte followed in the car. The inch or so of snow today had frozen on the roads, making them treacherous so they drove slowly. Chase checked the rearview mirror frequently; made sure Lauren's parents followed. Most of the streets were deserted as they drove through town, but the town was lit up with various colors and shapes of Christmas lights. Suddenly, there was no one behind them. Chase had taken his eye off the rearview for a second and the car wasn't there. Then the bodyguard's car appeared. What happened to Steve and Charlotte?Chase slid to a stop and made a quick U-turn. About a quarter mile behind them the car was parked at the curb and Steve and Charlotte were on the sidewalk talking to a man; a man Chase recognized; a man he hated for what he did to Lauren. Chase drove past and made another U-turn and parked the truck behind the car, the bodyg
VOLUME FOUR-PART TWO-CHRISTMAS DECISIONS-AN UPTOWN GIRL AND A COWBOYDecember 20"Good morning, good morning," Elliott sang to Sam as he entered their bedroom, but the bed was empty. He set the tray on the bed when he heard her throwing up in the bathroom. With a pack of crackers in his hand he opened the door. "Oh, Sam, I'm so sorry you have to go through this every morning. I thought morning sickness lasted only the first three months."Sam's rinsed out her mouth with water and accepted the offered crackers. Once back in bed, she said, "It usually is but some women have it the entire nine months. There's also the possibility we calculated wrong. Anyway, I'm seeing the doctor this afternoon. I've had enough of this." She stuffed another cracker in her mouth."Are you going to the gallery today? I don't have any trips scheduled so I'll be in the office all day and can go to the doctor with you." Elliott kissed her cheek and tucked a tendril of her light brown hair behind her ear.
Elliott moved forward and shook her hand, then pulled her in for a hug. "You look like Sam. That's why you looked familiar." Elliott stepped back to look at the two of the girls beside each other. "Yup, same shape face and eyes.""Really?" Sam asked, while she studied Morgan's face. Sure, she was three years older but the dark lines under her eyes, and the sallow color of her face made her look much older.Elliott nodded. "So, what brings you here? It can't be the weather, it's about the same here as upstate New York." He chuckled."I have nowhere else to go so I'm seeking refuge with my baby sister. Looking for a fresh start." Morgan's lips trembled; her words broken into pieces.Sam hugged Morgan. "It's okay. But what happened to Brian? You've been married since high school, graduated from college together. Is he parking the car?" Sam asked, clasping her hands to her chest."No, he's not with me. I have a rental car from the airport.""If you'd let us know we could have picked
They treaded up the back stairs to their small apartment, glad they had two bedrooms and two baths; the required number for out of town family."I can't believe you're here," Sam said to Morgan as she led her to the second bedroom through a short hallway. "The bath is just across the hall. Please let me know if you need anything. Elliott's grilling steaks tonight so you have some time to shower, change, freshen up whatever, and then we can talk." Sam started toward the door, but Morgan caught her arm and swung her around, hugging her close. "Thanks for not asking questions, Sam, and for taking me in. I really don't have anywhere else to go."Sam leaned back and searched Morgan's face. You're my family and family help each other through the rough patches. Everything's going to be fine." Sam slowly stepped away and closed the door.When Sam entered the kitchen Elliott asked, "Where did you put that fancy dude's card? I want Mitch to do a background check on him before Morgan meets h
Elliott entered the apartment to an almost-drunk Morgan and a sober Sam, both laughing their asses off. "What's going on? What's so funny?""Nothing really, just reminiscing." Sam said, as she went to get the steaks out of the fridge for him.Morgan still giggled but said, "I can't believe you don't have a Christmas tree. Christmas is the biggest thing in the world to Sam, well, until she met you." Morgan's words were slurred but he was able to understand enough of them to put them together in a sentence. She took another sip of wine."Is it, Sam?" He directed the question to Sam."Well, as a kid, sure. But now, I have a business and a small place. I'm not sure a tree will fit in here." Sam motioned with her hand as she swept it through the air."Come on Sam. You don't change overnight like that." Morgan tried to snap her fingers. Then laughed at herself before she fell onto the couch.Sam and Elliott stared at each other, and Sam shrugged her shoulders."Is the grill ready for
This would be Mitch's first time of attending the entire celebration with his three best friends and their growing families. He'd get to hear all the news first-hand and share his own. Last year he and Ronnie barely had time to stop in and say Merry Christmas but this year, he had news to announce. He was married to the love of his life, and already had a six-year-old son. He smiled as he buttoned his Christmas vest. This was about as Christmas as he got, and it would have to do.Wyatt blasted through their closed bedroom door, "Slow down there, son. Where's the fire?" Mitch asked."I'm ready to go." "I see that. Where'd you get that beautiful Christmas sweater? I love it." Mitch asked."Ron'er, Mom laid clothes on the bed and put on everything.""That was nice," Mitch said, as the bathroom door opened, and Ronnie stepped out.Mitch smiled; his wife was so beautiful, her eyes wide and her face glowed. She twirled around in her red sweater with a green print Christmas scarf
December 24thRonnie woke, still tired. She moved closer to Mitch and he automatically pulled her closer. "I'm still tired. Is it really time to get up?"Mitch rubbed her arm, "Me too," he mumbled. "What's all the noise out in the kitchen?""I don't know, it's probably Mom, Marie and maybe Tory making breakfast. Wyatt, hopefully, is still asleep," Ronnie said, her voice hoarse."So many things to do today. I need to wrap presents," Ronnie yawned stretched her arms over her head. "Maybe you can take Wyatt to the office.""Don't need to, I hired two new deputies who are working the next few days. I actually have a few days of vacation now. Maybe your mom and Tory could keep him occupied out there.""Maybe," Ronnie said, then Mitch kissed her neck. "Oh, a little frisky this morning.""Every morning, but we never have time, remember?""Oh, I remember, then I can't take my eyes off you while I'm at work.""Do I distract you?" Mitch said in a sing songy voice."Yes, you d
December 23rdRonnie helped clear the table and put leftovers away. "Wyatt, will you please go and get your shower and ready for bed now?"Wyatt did a double take and screwed up his nose. Ronnie wasn't giving him a chance to ask why or to say, "it's too early." She explained it, "I know it's early, but we have to share the water with everyone else who wants a shower.""Okay," Wyatt said before he scurried up the stairs.Mitch came up behind Ronnie, wrapping his arms around her waist. She tilted her head back and kissed his lips. "Still nine?" She asked."Yup, I'll be getting a shower next while you tuck him in and then it'll be nine, I'm hoping anyway.""Sounds good. I'll play with the baby until Wyatt is done and then after a story, I'll meet you in bed." Ronnie smiled when Mitch kissed her neck. The anticipation was unnerving. Marie and Janet were having after dinner coffee at the breakfast table back and suggested playing cards. Tory handed Angelina to Ronnie while Ma
Marie wiped her hands on her apron and then pretended to cry; her knuckles rounded in her eyes. "Don't I get a hug? I missed you the entire time you were gone." "Sure," Wyatt said as he left Ronnie's side to hug her."Oh, that felt so good. Thank you." Marie said."Something smells good. Are you baking cookies?" Wyatt asked."No, I did that earlier and don't worry, I left some for you to decorate. And do you know what we're going to do with all the cookies then?" Marie asked."Eat them till they're all gone," Wyatt guessed."No, silly, we, you and I, and maybe Janet here if she wants to help, are going to put them in these pretty containers and deliver them." Marie explained, her hands on her hips."Why would we deliver them? To who? I thought they were for all of us." Wyatt's eyes welled with tears."Oh, dear boy, don't worry. There will be plenty for us, we aren't giving them all away. The people we deliver them to aren't able to celebrate Christmas, they elderly and
After a quick hug for Ronnie's parents when she met them at baggage claim, she said, "Hi Mom, and Dad, how was your flight?""It was a long, I can tell you that much." Her father, John Travis exclaimed. "I'm ready for a nap.""You're in luck. I happen to know a great B&B that has a room with your name on the door." Ronnie chuckled as she helped load their suitcases into the trunk. "How's Tory and the baby?""The baby really getting cute, and you can talk to Tory yourself and find out how she's doing." Ronnie's mother Janet said, her voice tailing off at the end.Once settled in the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Do you need to pick up anything before we head home?""Nope, I'm anxious to get to that bed you talked about." He father mumbled.During the quiet drive home, Ronnie explained Wyatt's appearance to them and that he may become their adopted son, hence their grandson. When there was no response from the back seat, Ronnie asked, "Is that okay with you?""Oh honey, of cour
Ronnie stepped out of the bathroom, saw Wyatt standing right where she'd left him, "Oh Wyatt, why didn't you go the kitchen and find Marie?" She asked him.He was immobile, his head hung, staring at the ground. She reached out her hand and said, "Come on, there's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to run off or disappear, I promise."He grasped her hand and squeezed, then they walked to the kitchen together. Marie was putting something in the oven to slow cook for dinner. "Good morning, you two. How are you doing today, Wyatt?""I'm not in trouble yet, am I?" He looked at Ronnie."Of course not. I can't even think of anything you've done since you've been here to be in trouble about. And just so you know, if or when you are in trouble, I'll make sure you know why and what the punishment of any is. Now let's eat." Ronnie smiled at him."How about French toast, Wyatt? Do you like that?"He shrugged. "Let's give it a try if you've already made it, otherwise we can have
The following morning, Ronnie woke up late, or so she thought, because there was more light poking in her squinted eyes. She tried to move but something heavy was laying halfway across her chest. "Mugsy, come on, time to get up." But there wasn't any change. She opened her eyes and looked in the childish face of Wyatt. He was laying on her left shoulder, rolled into a fetal position and hanging onto his teddy bear's one arm. Awe! She smiled.There was no way she could get out of bed without waking him. She reached for her phone and checked the time. It was after eight, Mitch had already gone to work, and Mugsy probably got up with him for breakfast. She caressed Wyatt's baby-soft cheek and brushed his light brown hair off his forward. He needed a haircut, she thought. Then his hand released the bear from his grasp and wrapped his arm around her neck. I love you too, Wyatt, my sweet innocent boy. She rubbed his arm that lay across her neck and studied his face. He smiled in his sle
Ronnie ran into a number a shops, and bought underwear and socks for Wyatt as well as deodorant. She also found a toy store and, with the help of the clerk, was able to provide her with an assortment of games and toys for her to select from. Her choices filled two bags. "Can I leave these here until my husband can bring the car around? We're parked a couple blocks over." Ronnie asked the store clerk while on the lookout for Mitch or Wyatt. They had to be done by now and waiting on her."Sure, I'll put your name on them and keep them behind the counter. What's your name?" She asked."Rogers," Ronnie answered and smiled."Like the Sheriff?" She asked."Yes, exactly, I'm his wife." Ronnie said."I heard about him getting married, but I didn't realize he had any children," the clerk stapled the paper onto their bags."Thank you and Merry Christmas!" Ronnie said as she turned and headed out the door. She stopped in front of a store that cut off the bitter cold wind and called
Ronnie took everything out of Wyatt's small suitcase and placed it on the bed to take inventory. He only had a few shirts and some 'hi-water' short pants. No sweaters, or long pants. He'd have to wear the pants and every shirt he had. Two pair of clean underwear included but looked way too small. "Okay, sweetie, this is what we're going to do. You can wear all these shirts today, so which one is your favorite?" Ronnie asked.Wyatt looked them over like he'd never seen them before, then chose a blue Batman one. Ronnie helped him remove his pajama top and get the T-shirts on one after the other. The outer one he chose was long sleeve and fit perfectly over the others. Then she handed him a pair of pants, the longest ones she could find. "You put clean underwear on last night after your bath, right?" Ronnie asked. Wyatt nodded."You look nice and warm," Mitch proclaimed from the doorway. "Maybe we ell be able to sled ride later after all.""After a few stores, he'll be fine