The Cowboy's Reunited Family. Brenda Minton
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Mia bypassed him for Lindsey, her smile growing. “My goodness, you’ve gotten big. I’m your aunt, Mia.”
“Nan showed me pictures.” Lindsey offered her own smile. “You were a cop.”
“DEA agent,” Mia corrected. And then she smiled again. “Kind of the same. Are you ready to get this surgery over so you can come home?”
Lindsey nodded, but Blake noticed the look of hesitation. She didn’t know what to expect from the group of people that had suddenly become her family. He had told her about the house she’d lived in years ago, about the land, the horses. She had few memories, obviously. The main one being him holding her on the horse.
“It’s kind of scary to have this big family, huh?” Mia offered when Lindsey didn’t answer. “Don’t worry, it will get easier. I know from experience. I was eight years old when I became a Cooper.”
“Seriously?” Lindsey perked up, intrigued by Mia’s story. Mia had a way of doing that. Blake watched his sister lean in to share with his daughter.
“Yeah, for real. It was hard to get used to all of those Coopers. Sometimes I forgot to talk to people and tell them how I felt. So promise me you won’t do that.”
“I’ll try to remember.”
“Good girl. I’m always around to talk to. And your dad is always going to be there.”
Yeah, that was the sister he knew and loved. Sometimes she withdrew when she had a problem, but she knew how to connect when she really needed to. She focused her attention on him, smiling big as she looked him over.
“What?”
She laughed a little. “Blue teddy bear gowns are definitely your style.”
Lindsey laughed in response to his sister’s comment. He glanced past Mia at his daughter. “Don’t follow her example.”
“Oh, you love me.” Mia moved to stand next to his bed. “Do you know when they’ll do the surgery?”
“They’re waiting for results from one last test.”
“Gotcha.” She patted his arm, her new maternal side showing. She was a stepmother now to her husband, Slade’s, little boy, Caleb. “Is there anything I can do before I leave?”
“Could you get that computer over on the table? Lindsey has pictures to show me.”
“Got it.” Mia grabbed the laptop and Lindsey fired it up. He watched as his daughter and sister looked over the pictures. Mia commented on a few of the photographs and then she picked up the computer and brought it to him.
“Thanks.”
She smiled and shrugged it off. “Don’t mention it.”
Blake hit the slide show option and watched as his daughter’s life flashed across the computer screen. All ages, all locations. But she always looked happy. She hadn’t known what she was missing. The missing had been done by him. Mia glanced at Lindsey, then back at him. “She’s asleep.”
“She needs to rest.”
“She’s beautiful, Blake. And we aren’t going to let her go again.”
“Don’t.”
“Don’t what? Be a good aunt? Care about you?”
“Don’t be the family law enforcement officer.”
Mia leaned close to his ear. “I’m being the person in this family with the common sense to know that Jana Parker Cooper can’t be trusted. She came back for a reason. And when she gets what she wants, she’ll leave. Someone has to be aware of that.”
Blake lowered his voice. “Mia, I purposely never pursued charges because I don’t want her to run.”
“She can’t run.”
“What does that mean?”
Mia stepped back from him, a happy smile on her face. “Someone has to take care of you.”
“I’m pretty good at taking care of myself. I’ve been doing it for a while. And I do things the right way, the legal way. Lawyer, remember.”
“I try to forget that. It makes me itchy to think of you being a lawyer. You seem so normal and nice.” Mia turned back to Lindsey. “That was a short nap.”
Lindsey nodded. “I just get tired easily.”
“So, what do the two of you do for fun when you’re tied to hospital beds? I spent a lot of time listening to music when was in the hospital.” Mia pulled an MP3 player out of her pocket and handed it to Lindsey. “All charged up and ready to go.”
“Mia, if that—” Blake started, but his sister shook her finger at him. He didn’t want to think about the fact that Mia had obviously just given his daughter something rigged with a tracking device. He closed his eyes and waited.
“That’s great, Aunt Mia.” Lindsey sounded as happy as any preteen.
The door opened. Blake waited, listening to hesitant steps. Jana entered the room cautiously, glancing from Mia to Lindsey and back to Mia. “Hello, Mia.”
“Jana.”
“It’s good to see you.”
Mia smiled at Jana. “I brought Lindsey some music. I know from experience that hospital beds can be boring.”
That triggered Lindsey’s curiosity. “Were you in the hospital?”
“Yes, I got shot.” She pointed to her right arm. She was still struggling to regain strength. The doctors had told her it wouldn’t happen, but Mia didn’t like to be told no.
“Wow, cool. I mean, bad that you got shot, but...” Lindsey obviously loved Mia. And so did Blake, when his sister wasn’t in everyone’s business playing detective.
“I really love you, Lindsey Cooper.” Mia kissed Lindsey’s cheek. “Jana, I’m glad you came back.”
“Me, too, Mia.”
Mia stopped in front of Jana, her jaw set at that determined angle she had. “I hope so.”
His sister didn’t realize it, but in her protectiveness, she’d pushed him to a place where he had to be the one to defend Jana, or to at least be on her side. He didn’t want her to have any reason, any excuse to walk away.
* * *
Jana watched as Mia left, the door closing quietly behind her, and then she looked at Blake. “Well, it was nice to see Mia again.”
“I don’t think she likes you.” Lindsey spoke, but her tone was distant, unconcerned. Jana looked at her daughter, who already was listening to music, a happy smile on her face.
“Thanks, I hadn’t noticed.” Jana sat down on the chair between their beds. For the most part the Coopers had been kind. Not exactly friendly, but kind. Angie had been the most welcoming, of course. Tim barely spoke. Jackson seemed to be on her side. Lucky seemed to tolerate her. Gage was busy with his new wife and didn’t have much to say. Sophie spoke to her, and Heather had been willing to be a donor but hadn’t wanted a cup of coffee Jana offered.
“Mia is always suspicious,” Blake offered, his voice quiet but unaffected. “Law enforcement training, I guess.”
“I’m not going to run, Blake. I know that I can’t. And I don’t want to.”
“I’m counting on that, Jana.” He glanced at his daughter. She seemed to be listening to music, but he saw her eyes flash with awareness in their direction. “Let’s let it go for now.”
Voices in the hallway drifted to their room. A moment later Nurse Palmer stepped into the room, a big smile on her face. Dr. Carver, the head of the transplant team, was with her.
“It’s