One Night in Texas. Linda Warren
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sheriff’s office.
Stuart, a deputy, opened the door, and Hardy headed for the bathroom. After rinsing out his mouth and washing his face, he took a moment to gather his composure. He walked into Wyatt’s office and sank into a chair. A cup of coffee was pushed into his hand, and he held it as if to steady the world around him. After downing two cups, his mind began to clear, but his head felt as big as the Alamo.
Wyatt sat in his leather chair across from him. “Stuart, you can go home. I got it.”
Stuart was thin and wiry and known to have the curiosity of a gossip columnist. “I can stay, Sheriff.”
“Thanks, Stu, but Lamar will be in soon, so go home early.”
“Okay.” Stu ambled slowly to the door, obviously hoping to hear a tidbit of gossip that would be all over Horseshoe in minutes.
“How did you know I was at the courthouse?” Hardy asked. “It’s still dark.”
“Stuart saw you drive up on the curb and watched you for a little bit, and then he called me. He was afraid to approach you. You know, being the D.A. and all, who is known as a respectable man around town.”
Hardy winced. “Okay. Drive it in with a sledgehammer.”
Wyatt got up and brought him another cup of coffee. “Talk, because you weren’t making much sense earlier.”
He sipped the dark brew. “I’m Erin’s father. I wonder how long I’ll have to say that before I’ll really believe it.”
Wyatt tapped a pencil on the desk. “You’ll have to tell me how that’s possible. Angie married some guy she met in Temple. He left her, and she brought the baby home to Horseshoe. How do you fit into this picture? You were in Houston, I believe.”
“It happened before I went to Houston and before Dad and I took Rachel to Paris.”
“And...” Wyatt prompted.
“After our mother was killed, Rachel had a hard time. She was restless and very unhappy. Then she made friends with Angie, who was as calm as a summer’s day. She was a good influence for my sister. Dad threw Rachel a big going-away party and had all her friends over. Angie was there.” He stared down into the coffee cup, not really wanting to share this with his friend. But he had to tell someone. It didn’t take him long to tell about the summer with Angie and what he’d found at the party when he’d gotten home. He took a swallow of coffee to bolster his courage. “I let Angie sleep it off because I knew how her mother was. The next morning things happened that I wish had never happened. She was too young, and I should’ve known better, but I can’t go back and change it.”
“You didn’t see her after that?”
“I saw her in town a few days before we left for Europe. I told her how sorry I was and wished her all the best for the future.”
“It never crossed your mind she could be pregnant?”
“We used protection.”
“Come on, Hardy.”
He ran his hands up his face. “I’m so angry and I want to blame her, but—”
“Did she give a reason for not telling you?”
He set his cup on the desk. “Yeah. I was in Europe at first, but when she heard I was back, she approached my dad and he told her I was engaged. She didn’t want to ruin my life. That’s rich, huh?”
“Sounds like Angie to me. She doesn’t like to hurt people.”
Hardy stood and swiped a hand through his disheveled hair. “Well, she hurt me.”
Wyatt leaned back in his chair. “Did she give a reason for not telling you once you returned to Horseshoe?”
Guilt pounded at him with the force of a baseball bat. “She tried, but I brushed her off every time.”
“Why would you do that?”
He took a ragged breath. “That’s hard to explain, but I didn’t want to get involved with Angie again.”
“Why?”
“I’d rather not talk about it. First, I have to figure out a way to deal with all this anger inside me. And, yeah, a lot of it is at myself.”
“My advice to you is to get over to the hospital and talk to Angie and be there for her and Erin. Put your hurt feelings aside and think about what Angie’s going through now. Do you think you can do that?”
He looked at his friend through narrowed eyes. “You’re taking her side.”
“There are no sides here. You and Angie have to find a balance for Erin.”
“I know that. But what do I do with all this anger?”
“Lay off the booze, for one thing. And take it one day at a time. Once you get to know Erin, she’ll replace all that anger with love.”
“How many times have I seen her at your house playing with Jody?”
“A lot.”
“And I never suspected a thing. Remember that day she and Jody were playing hopscotch on the sidewalk and she fell and skinned her knee? I had just driven up. I picked her up and carried her into the house. She felt like a feather in my arms, a beautiful feather. I picked up my daughter, and I didn’t even know she was mine. That’s what makes me so angry. All the years I’ve missed and she was right under my nose. My child was there, and I never saw her.”
Wyatt came around the desk and patted him on the shoulder. “Sorry, man. That’s rough.”
Hardy drew a deep breath. “I’d better go home, get cleaned up and see how my kid is doing. And I have Dad and Olivia to deal with. I bailed on them last night.”
“Are you going to tell the judge?”
“I might wait before telling him. He’ll want to rush in and cause all kinds of problems. Right now I’m just feeling my way and hoping to see and spend some time with my child.”
“What about Olivia?”
“I don’t know, Wyatt. She’s not going to be happy, but I have a kid and I’m not walking away from her.” He frowned. “Do you have any idea where my truck is?”
“You jumped the curb at the courthouse and it’s parked half on, half off the lawn. The quicker you get it off, the better it will be for the gossip, because come daylight, your story is going to be all over town.”
Hardy headed for the door. “Thanks, Wyatt.”
“I take it the Wiznowskis don’t know you’re Erin’s biological father.”
He turned back. “I assume they think the ex is the father.”
“If you think Bubba is hard to deal with, wait until the news spreads through the rest of the family. You’ll have your hands full defending yourself.”
“I hadn’t thought of that, and I really don’t care about their reaction. I only care about getting to know my daughter.”
“What made Angie tell you now?”
Hardy shrugged. “I kept pressing her about Erin’s father. He needed to be there, and she was very evasive about him. Maybe she got tired of me pressuring her or maybe she just got tired of keeping her secret. I don’t know. She just blurted it out.”
“Good luck, man. I’m here if you need me.”
“Thanks.”
As he backed his truck off the lawn, he knew Wyatt was right. His name would be mud all over town. But he wasn’t worried about that. The only worry he had was how to make a connection to a little girl he didn’t even know.
Because he was her father.
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