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Chapter Six

Jay looked across the room and caught the gaze of Lacey Gould. She sat next to an older woman with snow-white hair and hands that shook. They were flipping through the pages of a hymnal and talking in low tones that didn’t carry.

But from time to time Lacey looked up at him. This time he caught her staring, and he hadn’t expected the look in her eyes to be wariness. She didn’t trust him.

Distracted, he dropped his guitar pick. He leaned to pick it up and Bailey kicked his shin. He nearly said something, but the way she was smiling, he couldn’t. She’d been teasing him for twenty-some years. She probably wasn’t going to stop now.

For years she’d been the little girl on the bus that he looked out for, and sometimes wanted to escape. She’d sent him a love note once. She’d been thirteen, he was sixteen. When he told her it wouldn’t work, she cried and told her dad on him.

“She’s a good person, Jay,” Bailey whispered.

“I’m sure she is.” He remembered that Bailey also had a good left hook and he didn’t want to make her mad.

He didn’t doubt that Lacey was a good person. He had watched her at church, making the rounds and speaking to everyone before the service began. As soon as church ended, she said her good-byes and drove to the nursing home.

He had questions about her community service, but it wasn’t any of his business. It should be up to Pastor Dan, or even Bailey, to explain to Lacey Gould that God wasn’t expecting her to earn forgiveness through good works.

“What song do we sing first?” Lacey asked from across the room. The sweet-faced older lady had her arm through Lacey’s.

Jay lifted his guitar and shrugged. He grimaced at the jab of pain in his lower back and Lacey grinned, because she knew that a bull had dumped him hard the night before.

“‘In the Garden’?” He didn’t need music for that one.

Lacey knew it; she was nodding and turning the pages of the hymnal. Her elderly friend clapped and smiled, saying it was one of her favorites, and then her eyes grew misty.

“My husband is there waiting for me in that garden.” She said it in such a soft and wavering voice that Jay barely heard. He did see tears shimmering in Lacey’s eyes, from compassion, always compassion. He wondered if she felt the emotions of everyone she met.

Lacey held the woman’s hand and as Jay started to play, Lacey led the song, her voice alto and clear, the meaning of the words clearly written on her face. The wavering voice of her friend joined in, sweet and soprano.

Jay stumbled over the chords and caught up. Next to him, Bailey giggled, the way she’d done on the bus years ago. He was glad she was still getting enjoyment out of his life. He’d been gone nearly eight years, working on the Springfield PD, and it felt as if he’d never left.

Over the next thirty minutes, he found firm footing again. He forgot Lacey and concentrated on the music as the people gathered in the circle around them. He had missed Gibson. He had missed these people, some of whom he had known all of his life. The gentleman to his left had been his high school principal. One of the ladies had lived down the road from his family.

Most of the kids from Gibson had moved to the city or left the state. So many of the people in the nursing home were without close family these days, and this touch from their church made the difference.

Lacey made the difference, he realized. With her flashy smile and soft laughter, her teasing comments and warm hugs, she made a difference that he hadn’t expected.

In the lives of these people.

“Not interested, huh?” Bailey teased as they finished up and he was putting his guitar away.

“Interested in what? Helping with this ministry? Of course I am.”

“In Lacey.”

“Go away, Bailey. You’re starting to be a fifth-grade pest.”

“Write her a note and ask her out.”

“You stink at matchmaking. Matchmakers are supposed to be sneaky, a little underhanded.”

Bailey laughed, her eyes watering. “Oh, thank you, now that I know the finer points of the art, I’ll do better next time. Maybe you should learn the fine art of realizing when a woman is perfect for you.”

“That’s obviously a lesson I never learned.” He closed the case on his guitar. He saw Lacey walk out as if she had somewhere to be. “Bailey, I’m not interested. I really thought I’d found the right woman, and I dated her for three years only to find out she wasn’t interested in a cowboy. So if you don’t mind, I’m on vacation from romance and I’m boycotting matchmakers.”

Bailey’s laughter faded, so did her smile. “She didn’t hurt you, Jay. You’re still thinking about Jamie. Maybe it’s time to let her go?”

Gut-stomped in the worst way, by a woman with a soft smile. He smiled down at Bailey, happy for her, and sorry that she knew all of his secrets.

“I’m trying, Bay. I really am. I guess that’s why I decided to come home. Because I have to face it here, and I have to deal with it.”

“I’m sorry, Jay. I thought that enough time had gone by and I was hoping you were ready to move on.”

“You were wrong.” He smiled to soften the words, because Bailey had been a friend his entire life. A pest, but a friend.

“So, you’ve given up on love?”

“For now. I want to build my house and get settled back into my life here. I’ll be thirty this winter and maybe I’m just going to be a settled old bachelor, raising my horses and doing a little singing for church.”

“What a nice dream.” She patted his arm, not the slap on the back that Cody had given him the night before. She was getting all maternal. “See you later.”

He nodded and picked up his guitar. When he walked out the front entrance of the nursing home, it was hot, unbearably hot. He pulled sunglasses out of his pocket and slid them on as he walked across the parking lot. The sound of an engine cranking, not firing, caught his attention.

Of course it would be Lacey. They were the only ones left and she was sitting in her car with the driver’s side door open.

Jay put his guitar in the front of his truck and walked over to her car. “Won’t start?”

“Nope.” She tried again. “It always starts. Why won’t it start now?”

He shrugged. Probably Bailey did something to it, something less conspicuous than just telling him he should ask Lacey out. He smiled at the thought, because he could picture Bailey out here removing the coil wire from Lacey’s car. But she wouldn’t do that. He didn’t think she would.

“Pop the hood and I’ll take a look.”

She did and he walked to the front of the car to push the hood up. The coil wire was there. He smiled. Nothing looked out of place.

“Lacey, it isn’t out of gas, is it?” He peeked around the raised hood at her.

“I don’t think so.” And then she groaned. “First the mower and now this.”

“I’ll drive you home and we’ll come back later with gas.”

“I can’t believe I did that.” She got out of the car and closed the door. “I always make sure it has gas.”

“Not today.”

She shook her head. “I’m not sure what’s wrong with me.”

“You have a lot going on in your life.” He opened the passenger-side door of his truck. “Maybe having today off will help.”

“Maybe.”

Jay closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side with a quick look up, wondering what God was thinking. He got in and started his truck. Lacey kept her face turned, staring out the passenger-side window.

He wondered if she was crying.

* * *

The front door of the house was open. Lacey sat in Jay’s truck, her stomach tightening, because it didn’t look right. She glanced at Jay, who had remained silent during the drive home. She hadn’t had much to say, either.

What did you say to a stranger whose life you felt like you were invading?

“Do you always leave the front door of the house open?” He turned off the truck.

“Of course I don’t. Something’s wrong.” She reached for the door handle and started to get out of the truck.

Jay’s hand on her arm stopped her. “No, let me go in first.”

“Don’t say that.” Her skin prickled with cold heat. “Don’t say it like something has happened.”

“Nothing has happened, but we’re not taking chances.”

She nodded, swallowing past the lump that lodged between her heart and her throat. Jay got out of the truck and walked up to the house. He eased up to the front door and looked inside. Then he stepped through the opening into the dark house.

Lacey waited, her heart pounding, thudding in her chest. She should have known that something like this would happen. Whatever this was. She didn’t even know, but she knew without a doubt that something was wrong.

Jay walked back onto the porch and shook his head. He motioned her out of the truck. Lacey grabbed her Bible and got out. She walked to the front porch, not wanting to hear what she knew he would tell her.

“There’s no one in here.”

“Maybe she went for a walk. Or she might have gone to use your phone.” Grasping, she knew she was grasping at straws.

And Jay was just being the nice guy that he was by staying, by not making accusations.

“That’s possible,” he finally said.

“She might have left a note, telling me where she went.”

“Okay. We can look.” But he didn’t believe it. Lacey didn’t know why that hurt, but it did. Because it felt like he didn’t believe her, or trust her. She was an extension of Corry, because they had come from the same place.

She walked into the house and he followed, slower, taking more time. “I knew I should have made her go to church.”

“You can’t force someone.”

“I know, but if I had, she’d be here and Rachel would be safe.”

Lacey wouldn’t feel so frantic, like some unseen clock was ticking, telling her she was nearly out of time. And she didn’t know why, or what would happen when the time ran out.

“Lacey.” He stood in front of the desk where she kept her bills and other paperwork. “You know she has a record, right?”

Lacey turned, and he was watching her, pretending it was a normal question. “I do know.”

She wanted to ask him if he knew that she had a record. Did he know what she had done to put food on the table, to pay the rent to keep the roof over her younger siblings’ heads? She looked away, because she didn’t really want answers to those questions from him.

It was too much information, and it would let him too far into her life, and leave her open to whatever look might be in his eyes.

It might be too much like the look in Lance’s eyes when he’d said he could love her no matter what. With Jay it was different; they hadn’t stepped into each other’s lives that way. He just happened to be here with her now.

“Lacey, do you know who she’s been in contact with?”

“No.” She stood in the doorway of Corry’s room. The bedding was flung across the bed and dragged on the floor, and a few odds and ends of clothing were still scattered about.

Jay walked into the room, an envelope in his hand.

“She’s gone. This was on the table.” He handed her an envelope.

Lacey’s fingers trembled as she took it from him. She ripped it and tore the paper out. Eyes watering, she read the scribbled lines, trying to make sense of misspelled words and her sister’s childlike handwriting. But she got it. She crumpled the note in her hand. She got it.

“She’s gone.” She held out the note and Jay took it from her hand.

“Let’s take a drive and see if we can find her. She couldn’t have gotten far.”

Optimism. Lacey had worked hard on being an optimist. She had worked hard on finding faith in hard times. She didn’t know what to think about Corry leaving with the baby.

She glanced at her watch. “Jay, if they left right after I left, they could be back in St. Louis by now.”

He inhaled and let it out in a sigh. “That’s true. Let’s go inside and we’ll see if she left anything behind.”

“We should call the police.”

Dark brows lifted and he sort of smiled at her. “Lacey, I am the police. And unless she’s committed a crime, there’s no reason for going after her. She’s a grown woman who left your house with her own child.”

“But she can’t take care of Rachel. She can barely take care of herself.”

“She’s an adult.”

“An adult who reads and writes at a first-grade level.” Lacey looked away from his compassion, his sympathy.

“Can she take care of Rachel?”

Lacey walked through the dark, cool interior of the house, her house. She kept her eyes down, thinking of what to do next. She couldn’t face the empty bassinet or thoughts of Rachel with Corry.

“She can, but I don’t know if she can keep her safe.” Lacey spoke softly, because if she said it too loudly, would it seem harsh? “My mother and Corry make a lot of bad decisions.”

“We could hotline her with family services and maybe they could intervene on behalf of the baby.” Jay walked through the kitchen. He stopped at the canisters.

“What do you keep in these?”

“Sugar, flour, coffee. Normal stuff. Why?”

“This one is empty and the lid was next to it.” He lifted the smallest canister.

The air left her lungs and the room felt too hot, and then too cold. Never in a million years would she have thought…

But then again, she should have. Because she knew Corry, knew what she was capable of. She was capable of stealing from her own family.

“It wasn’t coffee?” He set the canister down and replaced the lid. “Money?”

Her chest ached and her throat tightened. “I can’t believe I was so stupid.”

She wouldn’t cry. She wouldn’t be the person he pitied. She had survived worse than this, and she would survive again.

“You aren’t stupid.”

“I should have put it in the bank.” She shook her head, looking away from Jay so she wouldn’t see his compassion and he couldn’t see her tears. “I put my tip money in there, and lived on my hourly wages. It was for land.”

“For land?” Soft and tender, his voice soothed. He took a few steps in her direction, and she wanted to rely on the strong arms of a cowboy to hold her and tell her everything would be okay.

He wasn’t offering, and she knew better.

“Yes, for land. I want a place of my own.” Dreams, snatched away. “But I can start over, right? It isn’t the end of the world.”

“No.” He stood in front of her now, tall and cowboy, with eyes that seemed to understand. “It isn’t the end of the world, but it probably feels like it is.”

“It feels more like I might never see my niece again. Rachel is more important than land. I don’t want that baby to live the life we lived in St. Louis. I want her to have a real family and real chances.”

“She’ll be okay with her mother.”

“No, she won’t. Jay, you don’t get it. You’ve lived here all your life, in a cocoon that sheltered you from the outside world. You don’t know what it’s like to always worry about who’s walking through the front door and what they’re going to do to you.”

The words spilled out and so did the tears, coursing down her cheeks, salty on her lips. She brushed them away with her hand and shook her head when he tried to hold her.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she whispered, staring at the floor because she couldn’t look him in the eyes. “I don’t want to be someone you feel sorry for. I’d much rather you resent me for being here.”

“I don’t resent you.”

She smiled then and wiped at her eyes. “You do, but it’s nice of you to say you don’t. Look, I’m fine. I survived and I have a great life here. And if you keep looking at me like that, you’re going to make me cry again. I don’t want to cry anymore.”

“We’ll find Rachel.” He made it sound like a promise she could believe. She’d been promised a lot in her life.

“I hope so.”

“Lacey, growing up in Gibson doesn’t guarantee anything.” He walked to the door. “Let’s see if we can find your sister and the baby. At least now we have a reason to call the police.”

The stolen money. Lacey picked up her purse and followed him out the door, still hurting over what Corry had done, and ashamed because she knew that life held no guarantees for anyone.

Not even for Jay Blackhorse.

Chapter Seven

Jay cruised past the church on Tuesday afternoon. He’d been past a couple of other times, and each time, Lacey’s car had been parked out front. It was still parked out front. Maybe she’d heard from her sister.

Probably not. He didn’t expect Corry to suddenly have a conscience and feel guilty for what she’d done to Lacey. He pulled into the church parking lot and parked. But he didn’t get out.

Instead, he questioned why he was there. He asked God, but didn’t hear a clear answer. It felt a lot like getting involved in Lacey’s life, and that was the last thing he wanted to do. He didn’t want involved, he didn’t want tangled up. He didn’t want to understand her life in St. Louis and what she’d done there.

Pastor Dan walked out of the front of the church, taking the steps two at a time, because that was just Dan. He was always in a hurry to get somewhere. And he was always smiling. Dan had a lot of joy. Joy was as contagious as someone’s bad mood, but a lot easier to take. Jay got out of his truck and waited.

“Got business, or are you just here to pass the time?” Dan stopped, still smiling, but with a curious glint in his eyes.

“Passing time.” Jay reached into the truck and pulled out two plastic bags with Styrofoam containers. “I doubt she’s eaten anything.”

And that was the entangled part that he hadn’t wanted. He’d noticed her car at the church for the last few hours, and he’d started to think that maybe she hadn’t eaten. She wasn’t his problem, but his mom had made her their problem. On her way out of town, Wilma had even called and asked him to make sure Lacey was okay.

“I don’t think she’s eaten since Sunday,” Dan admitted. “She’s done a lot of praying, though. I would guess that most of it’s for other people, not herself. Sometimes life is that way, we can’t see the trees for the forest.”

Jay pushed the truck door closed. “I’m not sure I’m catching what you mean.”

“It’s simple, Jay. We look at life, at things that go wrong, and we just see things that went wrong, that didn’t go our way. And sometimes they went wrong for the right reason, because God has a better plan.”

Jay smiled. “I got dumped for a reason that I don’t yet understand.”

“Bingo.” Pastor Dan gave him a hearty slap on the back. “You’ll find Lacey in the youth room. She’s mopping, so don’t step on the floor. It really irks her if you step on her wet floor.”

“Does she work here every week?”

“She volunteers. Our cleaning lady moved and Lacey considers this one of her ministries.”

“Has anyone bothered to tell her that God doesn’t require works?” He sighed, because he hadn’t meant to say the words.

Pastor Dan only laughed. “It isn’t about works. It’s about love and the works grow from that love, and from her faith. You know that, Jay. When you’ve gone through what Lacey has gone through, you’re a little more appreciative of a new life.”

“Maybe so.”

“Get that meal in there before it gets cold.” Dan nodded to the bags. “Oh, any news on Corry?”

“None.”

Pastor Dan shook his head. “I hate that for her.”

Jay nodded and headed on up the sidewalk, carrying the meals that were still warm, and telling himself that he was doing what his mom would want him to do. He was taking care of Lacey.

He found Lacey standing in the hall outside the youth room, her hair in a dark auburn ponytail. Her skin glowed, glistening with perspiration.

She turned and smiled at him, the smile hesitant. “Have they found her?”

He shook his head, not surprised by the question. Of course her thoughts were focused on Rachel and Corry. He lifted the bags of food.

“You should eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

“I am, and I don’t like to eat alone.” He handed her one of the bags. “We could sit outside.”

“Shouldn’t you be at home?”

“My mom is staying in Springfield for a few days. Dad has a pretty serious workload this week and can’t make it home, so she’s with him.”

“You have chores to do at home.”

“I’ll do them when I get there.” He nodded toward the door, amazed that it took so much convincing to get one woman to sit and eat with him. That was a pretty harsh blow to his ego and he’d never thought of himself as prideful.

“People will talk.” She continued her objections, but she followed him out the side door to the playground and the pavilion.

“Talk about what?”

“You know, they’ll talk about us. I promise you, that isn’t what you want.”

He sat down on the top of the picnic table and she sat next to him. “It might not be what you want.”

She opened the plastic bag and pulled out the container. She lifted the lid and smiled at the club sandwich and fries. “I promise you, Jay, being seen with you could only be good for me. And thank you for this. You either made a good guess, or Jolynn made the sandwich.”

“Jolynn.” He opened his container. “I asked her what you liked.”

She groaned and he glanced sideways. She looked heavenward and shook her head. “Jolynn, she’s the main contributor to the rumor mill, bless her heart.”

“We’ll deal with it.” He didn’t want to deal with it. Lacey squirted mayo on her plate and dipped a corner of her sandwich into it before she took a bite. He pulled the onions off his burger.

“Thank you for the sandwich.” She spoke after a few minutes. Jay nodded. The quiet between them had been nice. He didn’t really want to admit it, not even to himself, but she was easy to be around.

“You’re welcome. Tell me something, Lacey, why and how do you do it all?”

“Do it all?”

“Work doubles, go to school.” He shrugged. “You’re going to school, right?”

“I never graduated from high school.” She turned a little pink and took another bite of sandwich.

“Okay, work, school, church, the nursing home, cleaning and nursery. Why?”

“Because I…” She looked away, the summer breeze picking up dark hair that had come loose from her ponytail. She brushed it back with nails that were painted dark pink but were chipping at the ends.

She smiled at him. “Because it makes me feel good to be a part of this community.”

He didn’t buy it.

“I’ve always tried too hard, too,” he admitted. “It isn’t easy, being a Blackhorse and knowing people expect a lot from you.”

She choked on her last bite of sandwich. As she gasped for air, he handed her a clean napkin. She wiped her eyes and took a deep breath.

“I’m not trying to do anything.”

“Okay.” But she was.

He sighed and let it go, because he couldn’t explain what Lacey didn’t want to hear. They were fighting a battle that had already been fought and paying for sins that were already paid for. They were forgetting the grace that covered a multitude of sins.

“Jay, if you want to say something, say it. I’m really tired and not in the mood for games.” She looked at him like he really had just fallen off the turnip truck. “What exactly are you trying to tell me?”

“That you don’t have to work so hard to be accepted, or worry that God will kick you out of His house.”

Her eyes widened and she moved away from him, picking up her empty Styrofoam as she went. “You do know.”

“Lacey, that isn’t…”

She lifted a hand, a hand that shook. “I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want to hear what you think of my life or what I’ve done, or how it was okay. You don’t know how I feel.”

No, he didn’t. He shook his head and she walked away.

* * *

Bailey answered the door on the third knock. She opened the door, eyes a little sleepy and blond hair wispy. Lacey shoved trembling hands into her pockets.

“You were sleeping.”

“No, I wasn’t.” Bailey yawned, proof that she had been asleep. “Come in, I could use company.”

“Good, because I’m looking for a place to hide.”

“You’ve come to the right place. I’m here alone. Cody and our little angel went to a horse auction in Tulsa. They won’t be back until tomorrow.”

“I don’t really want to fall apart in front of Cody and Meg.”

“You, fall apart?” Bailey motioned her into the house that she and Cody had built earlier in the spring. They had just moved in last month.

“Me, fall apart, never.” Lacey followed her friend into the kitchen and pulled out a bar stool at the island.

“Have they found Corry and Rachel?”

Lacey shook her head. She wrapped her hands around the glass of iced tea that Bailey put on the counter before she sat down across from Lacey.

“Well?”

“Jay knows.”

“Knows where they are?”

“Knows about me.” She slid her hands up the glass and they came away wet and cold from condensation. “I guess I knew, but I wanted to believe that only the people I wanted to tell would know.”

“He won’t tell anyone.”

“I know he won’t.” Or did she? She could only remember the look on Lance’s face when he learned the truth. He had been shocked and disgusted. Jay had shown pity.

She wanted to cry, because the past couldn’t be undone. What she had done couldn’t be forgotten. It was in black and white, for anyone to find. She had been arrested for prostitution. It had felt dirty then, and it still felt dirty.

“God forgives, Bailey, I know that. But forgetting and forgiving myself is the real trick. People are so quick to judge, and to walk away. Everyone thinks they know the story and how to fix it.”

“I know.” Bailey shrugged slim shoulders. “Okay, I don’t know. But in a way, I do. I came home from Wyoming pregnant. It wasn’t easy, and it obviously couldn’t be hidden.”

Lacey nodded, because she had met Bailey when Meg was just a baby. The two had become friends because they’d both felt a little lost and alone that first year of Meg’s life, and the first year of Lacey’s life in Gibson.

“I don’t want Jay to look at me the way Lance looked at me.”

“He’s a different person.”

“True, we’re not dating and he doesn’t feel like I’ve kept something from him. I should have been honest with Lance from the beginning.”

“Maybe, but if he’d loved you, he would have taken time to understand. Just remember, Jay and Lance are two different people.”

Lacey smiled, and it wasn’t hard to do, not with her best friend sitting next to her. “You can give up the matchmaking, my friend. I’m not going to be the dirty sock in the Blackhorse family’s clean sock drawer.”

“That’s the most absurd statement.”

“I like a touch of absurdity from time to time. But you have to admit, it’s a fitting analogy.”

“It’s not. And because you made such a ridiculous statement, you have to make us a salad.”

“Bailey, can I really stay in Gibson if everyone finds out the truth?” Lacey looked at her friend, hoping for answers. The thought of leaving left a wound in her heart because this town really was home.

“You can’t leave, Lacey. What would we do without you?”

“Make your own salad?”

“See, I’d be lost without you in my life.”

Lacey hugged her friend and then hopped down from the stool. “I’ll make your salad, but you have to make ranch dressing. That’s what friends do for each other.”

Her cell phone buzzed. Lacey pulled it out of her pocket and groaned. “It’s Jay.”

“Answer it.”

“I don’t want to talk to him. He can leave a voice mail.”

Bailey grabbed the phone and flipped it open. “Hi, Jay.”

She talked for a minute and then handed the phone to Lacey. She wasn’t smiling, and Lacey’s heart sank with dread.

“Jay?”

“Lacey, Corry is in Springfield.”

“Okay. Where in Springfield? What about Rachel? Are they okay?”

“I’m afraid that’s all the news that I have. They haven’t caught them.”

“Caught them?” She took shallow breaths and sat back down on the stool. “What does that mean?”

“She and her boyfriend robbed a convenience store. Lacey, they had a gun.”

“Rachel?”

“I’m sure she’s still with them.”

Lacey closed her eyes, fighting fear, fighting thoughts that told her that Rachel would be hurt, or worse. She didn’t want to think about what this meant for her sister. “They don’t know for sure?”

“They don’t. Do you want me to come and get you? If you can’t drive, I can come over there.”

She could drive, of course she could. Her hands shook and she didn’t want to think, to let it sink in.

“I can drive myself home. Will you call if you hear something?”

“You know I will.”

“Okay.” She sobbed a little, not wanting him to hear. “Jay, thank you.”

“You’re welcome. And I’m sorry.”

She closed her phone and slipped it into her pocket. Bailey’s hand was on her shoulder. “It’ll be okay.”

“I don’t know how.”

“Let Jay drive you home.” Bailey sat down across from her, their salads forgotten.

“No, I’m fine. You need to eat. Little Cody Junior can’t go without food.”

“I’ll eat, but you need to let friends help you through this. Lacey, you’ve always been there for me. Let me be here for you. Let Jay be a friend.”

Jay, a friend? It felt like a mismatched shoe. It didn’t fit. It was a little tight. A little uncomfortable.

* * *

Jay hung up from the call to Lacey and concentrated on driving, on not getting distracted. As he pulled up to the barn, he noticed his parents on the porch. They were home. He hadn’t expected that.

His dad greeted him as he got out of the truck.

“I wondered if you were coming home any time soon.” Bill Blackhorse smiled and winked, talking the way they had talked to one another a dozen years ago.

“Did you think I would pull a stunt and miss curfew?” Jay smiled back.

“Nah, not really. But as we came through town we saw your truck and Lacey’s car at the church.”

“I was just doing what Mom asked, making sure Lacey was okay.”

“Lacey is a wonderful young woman.”

So that’s the way this was going. Not that Jay was surprised. His dad had introduced him to Cindy, too.