Cowboy at the Crossroads. Linda Warren

voice squeezed Becca’s heart until she had trouble breathing.

      “I’m not hungry, Daddy.”

      “Okay, baby,” Cord said, and kissed her cheek. He got up, and they walked back down the stairs and into the den.

      Cord started to pace; she could see he was terribly upset. “I can’t take much more of this. I can’t stand to see her in this state.”

      “Yes, she has deteriorated. Her body’s starved for nourishment, she’s dehydrated and her heart is weak.”

      “I don’t know what else to do!”

      Becca knew it was time for some hard truths, and Cord wasn’t going to like what she had to say. But in the few minutes she’d been with them, she could see what part of the problem was.

      “Are you familiar with the term enabler?”

      He stopped pacing and stared at her. “What?”

      “An enabler, Cord. That’s what you are. You’re enabling Nicki to stay in that room. You’re enabling her not to eat. You’re enabling her to do whatever she wants.”

      His eyes darkened. “What the hell are you talking about?”

      “If Nicki doesn’t want to eat, you don’t make her. If she wants to stay in her room, you let her. You’re giving in to her every whim—and it has to stop.”

      His eyes became blacker, if that was possible. “My God, you want me to force her to eat and to drag her out of her room?”

      “I’m afraid so,” Becca admitted.

      “After what my daughter’s been through, I would never do that to her.”

      Becca swallowed the constriction in her throat. “It’s called tough love, and you have to do something, or Nicki will not survive this. Can’t you see that?”

      Cord swung away in anger, then swung back. “I think you should leave,” he said in the coldest voice she’d ever heard. “You’re not the doctor or the woman I thought you were.”

      CHAPTER TWO

      “NO,” BECCA SAID without blinking.

      “Excuse me?” Cord said, and she was chilled by his scorn.

      “You asked me to help Nicki, and I’m not leaving until I get that chance.”

      “I’ve changed my mind.”

      She watched the stubborn look on his face and knew he was struggling with his own emotions. He didn’t want anyone to hurt Nicki—ever again. He wanted what was best for his child, but he was blinded by love.

      “Sorry, it doesn’t work that way,” she told him. “I’m here and I’m staying. You can clearly see that Nicki needs help. That’s why you called me. At her age, her muscles and bones are developing, but without nourishment, that growth is being hindered. You may not like my methods, but for Nicki’s sake, you have to give me a chance.”

      “I won’t allow her to be upset.”

      His voice wasn’t as angry or cold as before, and Becca felt a glimmer of hope. “Is being upset worse than the almost catatonic state she’s in now?”

      He didn’t answer, just stared at her with brooding eyes.

      Becca kept on. “She’s going to get upset, Cord. You might as well resign yourself to that. She’ll be reacting to external stimuli, and that’s what she needs instead of this inert passivity.”

      He ran both hands through his hair in a weary gesture and sank into a chair. “I just can’t take it when she cries.”

      At the pain in his voice, she took a deep breath. “Why don’t you go outside and let me spend some time with her,” she suggested, knowing she would get nowhere with Nicki if Cord was around.

      His eyes met hers. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

      “You have to,” she said, her eyes not wavering from his. “I have to reach Nicki on some level, and I can’t do that with you present.”

      He didn’t say anything and Becca added, “At this point she needs to be in a hospital unless I can do something with her right now. You can either let me try, or call for an ambulance. It’s your choice.”

      His face turned white and he drew in a long, shuddering breath. “Fine, you have until eight o’clock. Just be very careful, Becca. There is just so much I’ll allow.”

      “I will not do anything that will harm her physically or mentally.”

      “That’s all I need to know,” he said as he moved past her.

      “Cord,” she said, and he turned back. “If you hear Nicki crying, please don’t come inside.”

      There was a moment of indecision in his eyes, then he walked out the door.

      Becca removed her jacket as she went into the kitchen. She had a plan in mind and it started with dinner. A gray-haired woman was putting meringue on a pie.

      “Hi.” Becca smiled. “I’m Becca Talbert and I’m hoping you’re the housekeeper.”

      The woman glanced up. “That’s me. My name is Della. What can I do for you?”

      “What time does Nicki usually have dinner?”

      “Dinnertime is six o’clock, but with the way that child eats, it’s anybody’s guess.”

      “I’m not trying to be nosy, but could you tell me how many people will be here for dinner?”

      “Edie eats in her room and Blanche is out, as usual, so there’ll be you and Cord.”

      “I see,” Becca murmured. “Do you mind if I ask what you’re preparing?”

      Della lifted an eyebrow. “That’s a popular question today, but we’re having roast, new potatoes, carrots and fresh green beans.” She pointed to a pan of rolls. “Homemade rolls are rising, and I just finished making a chocolate pie.”

      “Does Nicki like any of these things?”

      Della shrugged. “When Anette was alive, Nicki ate almost anything. She loved chocolate pie. Used to stick her finger in the chocolate and lick it off and Anette would get mad. She wanted Nicki to be a proper lady and act like a grown-up.” Della shook her head. “The woman was very peculiar.”

      “Sounds as if you didn’t like her.”

      “Like?” Della seemed to study the word for a moment. “Can’t really say. All I know is she got on my nerves. Too damn picky. All the food for Nicki had to be cooked at a certain temperature and it couldn’t stay out too long and she wanted everything made from scratch. She also insisted that Nicki eat at certain times, never mind the rest of the household. In that case, I told her, she needed to cook the food herself, but she never did. I don’t think she knew how to cook. She was a city girl with city ways and she hated this ranch.”

      “But she loved Cord and Nicki?” Becca knew she was gossiping but she couldn’t resist. Besides, she told herself, she might learn some valuable piece of information, some fact that might help her.

      “Oh yeah, that’s why she stayed.” Della put the meringue bowl in the sink. “I never knew she was drinking so much and neither did Cord. She hid it well. Such a tragedy.” Della shook her head again. “Cord locked up her room and nothing in there’s been touched since.”

      It was a tragedy, Becca thought, and now it was time to heal—for the whole Prescott family. “Colton mentioned that she’d been on antidepressants, too.”

      “That’s right. After Nicki was born, she just seemed to hit rock bottom. On the days she felt really bad, Edie or I would watch the baby. Cord wanted to hire a nurse, but Anette wouldn’t have it. She