Her First Christmas Cowboy by Maisey Yates

CHAPTER TEN

ITWASACOUPLEDAYS before she could bring herself to investigate the address that Clayton had left for her.

When she finally did drive her car over to the little cabin, she was surprised by what she saw. It was small but well-kept. Cleaner than she might have thought.

His bolt-hole, clearly.

She pushed the front door open and walked in. And she followed his directions over to the floorboards.

She lifted the boards as the instructions said, and inside was a black duffel bag.

“Clayton... What exactly have you done?”

She unzipped it, and her stomach went tight. Because inside of it was... Cash. A hell of a lot of cash.

He wanted her to have it. Why?

And then it hit her, with total understanding.

He wanted her to be free. Free of him, free of financial burdens. Of considerations for anything but what she wanted.

He cared about her. And he had turned himself in and left this to her as a demonstration of that. This had been for him. For him to keep running on. For him to keep living on while he stayed a step ahead of the law and kept himself anonymous. Of course, a man on the lam couldn’t have a bank account.

She wanted to weep. Wanted to weep because this had clearly been his insurance for himself, and he was giving it all up for her.

And she didn’t want it. She just wanted him. Because here she was staring down at a wild sort of giddy freedom that she had never once envisioned being hers. And all she wanted was the man who had given it to her.

She knew that she would stay at Four Corners. And that if he ended up in prison, she would visit. He might’ve wanted to walk away from her, but she wasn’t going to let him.

She wasn’t going to let him.

Because she loved him. And she understood love for the first time because of him.

Understood it for real.

What it meant when someone accepted all of the parts of you. When they wanted to see you grow, not shrink down. And maybe there were sacrifices that had to be made for that kind of love. But in her heart and her soul, where it mattered, she would be free. And she would be herself. Because he was the only person who had ever loved her in quite that way.

And she knew that he was the only one that she wanted.

HE’DBEENINthe holding cell for a couple of nights, but things were looking more promising than he’d imagined they could. He was in the process of negotiating a deal with the DA. He was more than willing to give all the information that he had on his brother, on his family, and in exchange... Well, he was looking at the possibility of a pretty reduced sentence for his own involvement years ago.

He was expecting the lawyer to turn up, but he was not expecting to hear a familiar voice.

“I can’t believe you’re keeping him in a prison cell.”

The officer who was escorting Tala back to him stopped and looked at her. “He’s a prisoner.”

“He shouldn’t be,” she said.

“That’s what they all think, lady.”

She shrugged. “Well, it’s what I know.”

He walked over to the bars. “What the hell are you doing here? You were never supposed to set foot in a place like this.”

“I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with you either. But here we are.” Her eyes went glassy with tears.

“Oh. Yeah. Here we are,” he said.

“I found what you left me. I appreciate it, but I don’t need it. I’m staying here. Unless they move you somewhere, and then I’m following you there. I’ll get a teaching job wherever you’re at. I’m in this with you. For the long haul.”

“No,” he said, reaching out and touching her cheek. “Honey, I burst into your life. You didn’t ask for this. You didn’t ask for me. And you deserve better. So damned much better.”

“No,” she whispered. “I deserve love. And so do you. We deserve it. It isn’t our fault that we started out with so much hurt. But it’s our choice what we do with it now. You were brave enough to face this head-on so that we wouldn’t spend the rest of our lives hiding. And I’m brave enough to face these consequences, whatever they are.”

“I didn’t want you to.”

“I know. But it’s not your decision. Not only your decision. It’s mine too. And you have to respect that. You have to respect me. My strength. Enough to know that I can make this decision for myself. You bring together all these pieces inside of me... I love you.”

And he wanted to do the most unmanly thing he could think of and break down in tears. He hadn’t cried when a bullet had ripped through his flesh, but these words from Tala made a man want to break down.

“I love you too, baby. I really do.”

“We knew from the beginning that we were never going to get perfect, Clayton. Because we never thought we’d have love either, but now we have a chance so let’s take it. That’s the real gift. That’s the real miracle. Not perfect. Love.”

And he would love to say this wasn’t how he imagined this moment. How he imagined someone professing their love for him. While he was in a prison cell. But the fact was, he had never imagined anyone loving him. Had never thought, ever, in a million years that he would ever have that. And it made this moment feel perfect. Whatever else lay in front of them. There was this. And in so many ways, behind bars, his life was better than he had ever imagined it could be.

And then his lawyer did appear, behind Tala. “Well, Mr. Everett, I think we have some very good news.”

INTHEEND, Clayton didn’t serve any jail time. His brother was found and arrested quickly, and he testified against him. Which ended up bringing down an entire ring of dangerous people who had thrived for far too long. And Tala couldn’t be prouder of him.

They took the money and they bought a ranch near Four Corners, because she decided that it was the place she wanted to be.

And Clayton wanted to support her, in whatever it was she wanted.

So Ms. Nelson became Mrs. Everett, one day down at the lake at Sullivan’s Point, which was absolutely the best place to have a wedding in her opinion.

She called her mother to tell her she was getting married. She had been frosty, but not as hateful as Tala had anticipated. She hadn’t offered to come to the wedding or anything quite like that, but she wondered if maybe someday they would be able to build a bridge out of her mother’s tolerance, and Tala’s own security in her life.

At least, she hoped so.

But if not... She had plenty of family.

She had Clayton, who she loved more than anything, and she had the friendship of Nelly, the previous teacher’s daughter and the current town librarian, which was something that had blossomed when Tala found more security in herself. Was able to relax and take some time to enjoy life, rather than being afraid that everything in it was a simple distraction.

What she had begun to learn was that relationships weren’t a distraction. Weren’t a danger.

They were, in fact, everything that life was made of.

They had the wedding reception at Four Corners also, and there was a big bonfire, with dancing and laughing, and she had never felt so complete, so loved in all of her life.

She was taking a break from dancing with her new husband when she heard the sheriff’s sister Elsie Garrett talking to one of the Sullivan sisters. “Sawyer got one of his hookups pregnant. And she doesn’t want the baby. So, he’s set on being a single dad.”

“No,” Fia Sullivan, oldest of the Sullivan sisters, responded with round eyes. .

“Yes. God’s honest truth.”

Well, if there was one thing that seemed to be true about Four Corners, it was that things never stayed the same for long. There were always new people. And apparently, there was about to be one more.

Of course, all that talk of babies brought her back to what she suspected about herself.

But she didn’t figure the wedding reception was the place to be thinking about that.

So she waited. Waited until a couple of days after the wedding, when she and Clayton were settled in their house. “What do you think about children now?”

He looked at her. “That seems out of the blue.”

“Not really. I mean, now you’re not on the run, you’re not in danger from your brother or the police, you don’t have a bullet hole in you, you have a wife...”

“I guess all that’s true. I never really thought about it in that context. It scares me. Because I don’t really know how to be a father.”

“You don’t really know how to be a husband either, but here we are.”

“True. Yeah. I think I’d like that. With you. Only with you.”

“I figured.”

“Well, we could start trying,” he said, looking at her keenly.

“Oh, I think it might be too late for that,” she said. “In fact, I think you might be a father by next Christmas.”

His jaw dropped. “You think?”

He immediately asked her to confirm it, and he took a quick trip to the store, returning ten minutes later with a small item. It was positive. And when he finished showing her just how happy he was, they lay together in their bed, and he held her close. “I’m so thankful that I got shot. And lost. Really, I’m just thankful for my rock bottom. Because when I climbed back out, you were there. And that was everything I needed.”

“You are everything I needed.” She touched his face, ran her finger along that scar on his lip. None of the bad things that had happened had taken him from her. And she was grateful for that. No, his strength, who he was, his integrity... It all brought them this life. She would always be grateful for that.

“For an outlaw, you’re a pretty good guy.”

“Only for you, Tala Everett. Only for you.”

And Tala could only smile, because what had started as a dark and stormy night, was leading to a bright and sunny future.

A life filled with all the love that they could ever hope to have, and give. And this was only the beginning.