Page 49 of Cougar Chronicles

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He’d murmured a husky “thank you” when she left his bag of clothes and sundries. He’d looked at the container of Italian takeout with glazed eyes, but she’d thrust it into his hands anyway.

“What do you need, Jack?” she’d asked. “I’ll do anything for you. For Sam. I’ll stay here all night if you want.”

He’d shaken his head. “Just go home. I need to be alone with my son.”

She’d left, her heart in her throat. He hadn’t told her he loved her. Perhaps he didn’t. It served her right, anyway.

Now she sat in front of her computer, staring at the blank Cougar Club chatroom. It was nearing midnight on a holiday. Of course no one would be there. They were probably all with their cubs, having a high old time.

Holly drew in a deep breath, flicked off her computer and padded into her bedroom. She flopped onto her bed and cried into the pillow that smelled like Jack.

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The next few days passed in a fog. Holly went to work, came home, and cried herself to sleep. She skipped both her art classes, something she never did. Her heart wasn’t in it.

No word from Jack. She’d tried calling him several times, only to get the endless wails of Glen Campbell. Why didn’t he have voicemail? Didn’t everyone have voicemail these days? Still, she called.

Her mind buzzed with unlikely scenarios. What if Sam had taken a turn for the worse? What if the doctors had been wrong, and he’d been bleeding internally? And they’d found it too late?

Nausea churned in her belly.

Damn it! She loved that little boy too. Why didn’t Jack at least call her to tell her how Sam was doing?

If Jack had decided to let her go, she could live with that. She had no choice, but she needed to know Sam was okay.

Enough was enough. Friday afternoon, she left her office early and drove home to pack a bag. She was driving out to Jack’s ranch. He might tell her to take a hike, but by God she’d know if he and Sam were all right. Fear gnawed at her during the long drive out of town.

She gathered her courage as she pulled into the long driveway at Jack’s ranch house. Was she sticking her nose in where it didn’t belong? Was his indifference his polite way of telling her to get lost?

She breathed in. It was possible, but it didn’t matter. She had to know Sam was okay.

Leaving her bag in the car—she didn’t want to appear too eager—she trudged to the door and knocked.

She pasted a smiled on her face when Luisa answered.

“Holly,buenos dias.”

“Hello, Luisa.”

Luisa looked behind her. “Where’s Jack?”

“Jack? Why would he be with me?”

Holly craned her neck and peeked behind Luisa into the kitchen. A smiling Sam—his right leg in a full-length blue cast—struggled forward on crutches.

“Holly!” his little voice piped.

“Sit back down,mijo,” Luisa scolded. “You must take it easy for the first few days. Remember what the doctor said.”

Holly rushed past Luisa and knelt in front of Sam. “I’ve been worried sick about you. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt so much anymore. Daddy gives me pills.” He leaned against her and held out one of his crutches. “Aren’t these things neat?”

Holly nodded, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. “Yes, Sam. They are very neat.” She pulled the little boy into her arms and gave him a gentle hug.

“So where’s Daddy?” Sam asked.

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