Fortune's Heart. Leanne Banks

She started her car and got to the end of the driveway before she realized she had forgotten the gift for Ella Mae’s baby.

      Stacey backtracked and collected the gift, then returned to her trusty car. She headed out of Horseback Hollow toward the next town, then took several turns down several back roads until she reached the gated driveway for Ella Mae’s house. The gate lifted to allow her entrance, and Stacey rode down the paved drive to the front of the Jergen mansion. The windows of the house were lit, and the front door was open. Stacey knew what she would find inside. A crystal chandelier and exquisite high-profile designer furniture and decor.

      Stacey was accustomed to homemade decorations and freshly painted rooms. Mama Jeanne decorated her home with family photos and mementos. The Joneses’ home was warm and welcoming, but furniture had been chosen for durability, not how pretty it was.

      A man approached Stacey as she paused in the driveway. “May I park your car, ma’am?”

      Stacey blinked. “Excuse me?”

      “Yes, ma’am. I’m the valet for the evening,” he said.

      Stacey blinked again. Heaven help her. Valet? Don’t fight it, she told herself. Let him park the car. She would have to park her own all the nights thereafter, and that was okay.

      Stacey accepted a nonalcoholic basil-something cocktail. She would have preferred a beer. She joined in with the socializing and the games and predicted that Ella Mae would have a boy. Stacey suspected that Ella Mae’s husband would want a boy right off the bat, so she hoped Ella would be able to seal the deal with a male child.

      When it came time for the big reveal of the baby’s sex, it was done via cake. Blue. Stacey had been correct. Everyone cheered.

      Ella Mae circled the room with her posse and stopped to visit with Stacey.

      “I’m so glad you could come,” Ella Mae said. “I know you’ve been busy with your baby.”

      “So true,” Stacey said. “You’ll learn soon enough.”

      “Well, I’ll have help,” Ella Mae said. “I’ll have a husband and a nanny.”

      Stacey lost her breath. She felt as if she’d been slapped. She took a careful breath and remembered what her mother had said. She pulled out her cell phone. “Have you seen my Piper? She’s just gorgeous, don’t you think?” she asked as she flipped through the photos.

      “What a darling,” one of Ella Mae’s friends said. “She’s beautiful.”

      Stacey nodded. “And good as gold.”

      A couple moments later Ella Mae and her pack moved on. Stacey watched the door and saw two guests leave. It was time for her to go. On the drive home she decided to stop at the Superette to pick up some bananas for Piper. Piper loved bananas. Luckily, the Superette had quite a few. Then she headed to the only bar in town, the Two Moon Saloon, with the intention of drinking half a beer. She would be fine driving after drinking a whole beer, but Stacey wouldn’t risk anything. Since she’d become a mother, everything had changed. She couldn’t take any chances.

      She went to the bar and ordered a beer. The first time in nearly a year and a half. She took a sip and felt so guilty she asked for a glass of water. Sensing the gazes of several men on her, she sipped at her water and wondered if coming here had been a good idea after all.

      The bartender put another beer in front of her. “The guy at the end of the bar bought this for you.”

      Stacey glanced down the bar but didn’t recognize the man. “Oh, I can’t accept it. I don’t know him.”

      “I can’t take it back,” the bartender said.

      Feeling extremely uncomfortable, Stacey took another sip of water and eyed the door.

      “Fancy meeting you here,” a familiar male voice said.

      “Oh, thank goodness,” she said, and stretched both of her hands toward Colton.

      “Problem?” he asked, glancing down at her hands clutching his arm.

      “I just went to Ella Mae Jergen’s baby shower. She made a snarky comment about my missing baby daddy. I came here for a beer, but I couldn’t make myself drink it. And some guy bought me another beer. Save me,” she said.

      Colton chuckled and gently extracted her fingers from his arm. “Hey, Phil, buy Stacey’s admirer a beer on me.”

      “Thank you,” she said. “I was just going to drink half a beer, but I felt guilty after the first sip. Do you know how long it’s been since I had a drink at a bar?”

      “Apparently too long,” Colton said.

      “Maybe,” she said.

      “You don’t have to give up living just because you had a baby,” he said.

      She nodded, but she didn’t really agree.

      Colton lifted her chin with his finger. “Your life is not over. You can still have fun,” he said.

      “I have fun,” she said, unable to resist the urge to squirm. “I have lots of fun with Piper.”

      Colton shot her a doubtful glance. “You need to start getting out more. And I don’t mean baby showers.”

      Stacey lifted her eyebrows at Colton’s suggestion. “You don’t mean dating, do you?”

      “You don’t have to date. You just need to get out. You’re acting—” He broke off.

      Stacey frowned. “I’m acting how?”

      Colton scrubbed his jaw. “I don’t know how to say this.”

      “Well, spit it out,” she said. “I want to know.”

      Colton sighed. “You’re acting...old.”

      Stacey stared at him in disbelief. “Old?” she repeated. “I’m acting old?” She couldn’t remember when she’d felt so insulted. “I’m only twenty-four. How can I be old?”

      “I didn’t say you are old,” Colton said in a low voice. “I said you’re acting old.”

      “Well, I have a baby now. I need to be responsible,” she said.

      “I agree, but you don’t have to stop living your life,” he said.

      Stacey paused, thinking about what Colton had told her. “You’re Mr. Responsibility. I can’t believe you’re telling me to cut loose and be a wild woman.”

      “I didn’t say you should be a wild woman. I just said you need to get out more,” he said.

      “Hmm,” Stacey said. “I’m going to have to think about this.” She paused. “I wonder who I could call if I decide to get out. If I decide I want to have half a beer.”

      “You can call me,” Colton offered. “Remember, I’m Mr. Responsibility.”

      In her experience, Stacey knew that Colton was Mr. Responsibility. He always had been and she valued that quality in him now more than ever. But lately, when she looked at Colton, she couldn’t seem to forget what it had felt like to dance in his arms on New Year’s Eve. And that almost kiss they’d shared. Almost, but not quite. She wondered what a real kiss from him would feel like. Stacey almost wished he’d kiss her and she would be disappointed, so she could stop thinking about him so much.

      * * *

      The next day, Colton showed up unexpectedly at the Joneses’ house. Stacey was happy to see him even though he seemed intent on asking her father’s thoughts about some issue with the cattle. She brought Colton and her father some coffee. Colton tossed her a smile but kept talking with her father.

      Stacey couldn’t help feeling a little jealous of the time he was spending with her father. She knew Piper would awaken any moment, and her time would then be divided. Hurry up, Dad. But she knew the