The Cowboy and the Lady
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Marie Ferrarella
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Harlequin🏙️ Contemporary
HarlequinPrologue
“You’re going where?” John Kincannon demanded angrily.
A high school basketball coach, Deborah Winters Kincannon’s husband had just come home to find her shaken and pale as she was terminating a phone call. Her next words to him had obviously taken him by surprise.
From the look on his face, it was rather an unpleasant surprise.
He glared at her. It was supposed to make her back down. But she couldn’t. Not this time. If she did, she had a strong feeling the results would turn out to be fatal, if not now, then soon.
Debi felt almost numb as she replaced the receiver on the kitchen wall phone. Part of her refused to believe that the conversation she had just had was real, that it wasn’t the product of some recurring nightmare she just couldn’t seem to wake up from.
Another part of her knew that this was all too real—and something, frankly, she had been expecting even as she’d been dreading it.
When her husband didn’t seem to absorb what she’d said to him, Debi repeated it. “I’m going down to the police station to bail Ryan out.”
The simple statement—voiced for a second time—infused her husband with pure rage. His complexion actually reddened as he shifted, blocking her path to the front door.
“Oh, no, you’re not,” he declared heatedly. “This is it! I have had it with that kid, Deborah.”
For a second, Debi closed her eyes, digging deep for patience. She wasn’t up to another argument. She’d gotten home just ten minutes ago herself, after putting in a very long day in the OR with three back-to-back surgeries. It wasn’t supposed to have been three, but one of the other surgical nurses had called in sick and she had wound up pulling an extra shift.
She was bone weary and this was just the absolute very last thing she needed to cap off a day that had dragged on much too long.
“Look, I know you’re angry,” Debi began wearily, “but—”
“No, uh-uh, no ‘buts,’” John informed her firmly as well as loudly. “We’ve given that kid every chance and it’s gotten us nowhere. He can stay in that jail and rot for all I care. You’re not going down there to bail him out. I refuse to allow it, do you hear me?”
Debi looked at her husband, stunned. Had John always been this hard-hearted and she’d just missed it?
Upset and overwrought, Debi upbraided herself, knowing she had turned a blind eye to one too many signs when it came to John. He’d changed. This was not the man she had fallen in love with all those years ago on the campus.
“I can’t just leave him there, John,” she pointed out, struggling to curb her own anger.
John obviously didn’t share her opinion. “You can and you will,” he informed her. “I think I’ve been pretty understanding about all this. It’s not everybody who’ll take his wife’s brother into his home, but this is it, the proverbial straw. I don’t want that kid in my house anymore!”
He was doing it again. John was making her feel like an outsider in her own home. A home she had helped pay for as much as he had. Why was he behaving like a Neanderthal?
“It’s my house, too, John,” she reminded him, her voice tight.
“Nobody said it wasn’t,” he snapped at her. “But you’re going to have to choose, Deborah.”
“Choose?” she repeated incredulously, her voice deadly still. John couldn’t possibly be saying what she thought he was saying to her.
When had he gotten so cold, so unfeeling?
There were tears gathering in her soul, but her eyes remained dry.
“Yeah. Choose,” he emphasized. “It’s either Ryan or me, Deborah. You can’t have both.”
She stared at the man she’d loved all through high school and college. The man she thought she knew so well, but obviously didn’t know at all.
Just to be perfectly clear, she put the question to him. “You’re asking me to choose between my kid brother and you.”
John continued to glare at her. His brown eyes were completely cold and flat, his stand unwavering. “That’s what I’m doing.”
“Ryan doesn’t have anybody but me.” Had John forgotten that?
It had only been three short years since Ryan and her parents had been involved in that horrific car accident. He was twelve at the time. The accident claimed her parents and came very close to claiming her brother, as well. It had taken close to six months of physical therapy before Ryan could get back on his feet.
The scars on his body healed. The ones inside his head were another story. Debi was convinced that they were responsible for her brother transforming from a kind, sweet young man who got straight As into a sullen, troubled teen who ditched more classes than he attended.
“That’s not my problem,” John informed her. “Him or me, Deborah. You have to choose.”
If he could say that to her, then their marriage was already over, she realized. “I’m not leaving him in jail, John,” she retorted, grabbing up her shoulder bag.
“Fine. Go.” John angrily waved her toward the door. “Rescue that sad sack of wasted flesh. But when you get back, I won’t be here.”
Angry, hurt and exasperated beyond words that John could put her into this sort of a position when she was struggling to deal with the circumstances surrounding her brother’s arrest, she glared at her husband. “That is your choice, John. I can’t do anything about that,” she informed him coldly.
“You’re making a big mistake, Deborah!” John shouted at her back.
She squared her shoulders. “I think I made one four years ago,” Debi said, referring to the length of their marriage. She didn’t bother to turn around. She slammed the door in her wake, thinking that it might make her feel better.
It didn’t.
She had a confused, rebellious younger brother who was, unless something drastic happened, on his way to a serious prison record before his eighteenth birthday, and a husband who was bailing on her at the worst possible time rather than offering emotional support.
She had hit rock bottom, Debi thought as she got into her car and started up the engine. Worse than that, she was in far over her head. What she desperately needed was to find a way back up to the surface before she drowned.
