We Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. Brenda Novak

      “You married Rochelle,” she added.

      He winced. “We’re divorced.”

      “I know.” The beginning of Cole and Rochelle’s story was common knowledge, at least in Feld. Rochelle had loved Cole to distraction and chased him for more than a year. She’d gotten pregnant, and he’d married her. The rest Jaclyn had heard when she’d run into Rochelle years ago. Cole hadn’t been faithful—which sounded all too familiar—and the marriage had ended in divorce just a few months after Rochelle miscarried.

      “You still with Terry?” he asked.

      “No.” Didn’t finding her here tell him that?

      “I’m sorry.”

      “It’s okay. My life’s the way I want it,” she insisted.

      “Right. You were pregnant when I left Feld, weren’t you?”

      He remembered that? The last time Jaclyn had seen Cole Perrini was at the grocery store about ten years ago, a month before she’d given birth to Alex. Wearing an enigmatic smile, he’d shaken his head at her before strolling outside and driving away. And she hadn’t seen him since. She’d wondered what he’d been thinking, and guessed he was letting her know how crazy he thought she was for marrying Terry. He’d actually told her once, back at a high-school football game, that she’d be a fool to do so. But she’d laughed and asked him who he thought would be better for her—him? He hadn’t answered.

      “I have three kids,” she said. “Alex is almost eleven, Mackenzie is five and Alyssa is three.”

      “So the divorce is fairly recent.”

      “Very. It’s final today.”

      He raised his brows and looked around the restaurant, obviously taking in the fact that after twelve years and three kids, this was where Jaclyn Wentworth found herself.

      Shame warmed Jaclyn’s cheeks. Waiting tables wasn’t exactly where she’d hoped to be at thirty-one. She’d wanted to be a wife and mother, to help Terry run the ranch, to grow old and gray with him. She’d never dreamed she’d need to be more than that. But life had a way of sending one scrambling for Plan B.

      Not that her backup plan included waitressing forever. She was hoping to find something else once she got on her feet, someplace she could work during school hours, instead of nights and weekends. She just hadn’t found anything yet that paid enough to support her little family.

      She shot a look at Cole’s friend, who was watching her curiously, before asking Cole, “You still driving semis?”

      He chuckled. “No, I gave that up when I got divorced.” As though her momentary distraction had reminded him that he hadn’t introduced his companion, he said, “This is Larry Schneider with Reno Bank and Trust. Larry, this is an old friend of mine from high school, Jackie Rasmussen.”

      “Jaclyn Wentworth,” she corrected, smiling a greeting at Larry. Everyone she knew in Feld called her Jackie, but she’d started using Jaclyn when she moved to Reno. She would have switched to her maiden name, too, but she didn’t want her last name to be different from her children’s.

      “What are you doing now?” she asked Cole, even though part of her didn’t want to know. He looked successful sitting there in his tailored suit. He’d escaped Feld and landed on his feet. For that she was envious. Especially because she’d just taken a flying leap and landed in the gutter.

      “I build houses.”

      “You’re a contractor?”

      Larry gave a genial laugh. “Not quite. Cole takes a pretty hands-on approach to his job, but he’s not a contractor. He’s a developer. And a damn good one. Haven’t you ever heard of Perrini Homes?”

      Jaclyn shook her head. “I’ve lived here less than a year.”

      “Well, he’s got a subdivision near the golf course. Four-and five-bedroom homes. You should drive by and take a look if you’re ever in the market.”

      Jaclyn doubted she’d be able to afford a home of that size in the next twenty years. She barely managed to pay the rent on the house they lived in now. It was only eight hundred square feet and older than the hills, but she’d rented it for the yard. Accustomed to wide-open spaces, she refused to raise her three children in an apartment.

      “I’ll do that,” she said.

      “I’d like to build a small development a few miles east of here,” Cole said. “In Sparks. That’s why I’m coming, hat in hand, to Larry, here.”

      Larry adjusted his silverware and smiled. “And I’ll probably give you what you need. I’ve financed several of your projects already, haven’t I?”

      Working outdoors with his contractors explained the tan. A meeting with his banker explained the suit. “Sounds like things are going well for you,” Jaclyn said.

      Cole shrugged in a nonchalant manner. “Well enough, I guess.”

      The couple at one of her other tables kept swiveling their heads, looking for her and, no doubt, their check. And the food for table two was probably ready. She needed to get moving. “Would you like something to drink?” she asked Cole.

      “I’ll have an iced tea.”

      “It’ll be just a minute.”

      Jaclyn left, feeling Cole’s gaze trail after her. Who would’ve thought she’d run into him again? Especially here, now, when even pride was a luxury she couldn’t afford.

      She ducked into the kitchen and quickly tallied the tab for table three, but by the time she brought it out, the man was already standing.

      “We’ve been waiting for ten minutes while you were busy flirting with that guy over there,” he said loudly enough for half the restaurant to hear.

      Aware of the attention he was drawing, Jaclyn flushed. “I’m sorry.” She wanted to deny that she’d been flirting with anyone, but she handed him his bill and began to gather up the plates, instead. Sometimes it was smarter to simply apologize. She didn’t want a scene, not with Cole Perrini less than ten feet away. And not while Rudy Morales, her manager, was on duty.

      “I think we deserve a break here—for the wait,” he persisted. “You’ve made us late for a movie.”

      Then, why didn’t he pay his bill and hurry off?

      The woman who’d eaten with him lowered her eyes, a sure sign that he was making a fuss over nothing.

      “I couldn’t have been longer than five minutes,” Jaclyn said. “I just ran into an old friend, that’s all.”

      “Well, maybe you should visit with your friends when you’re on your break.”

      “I’ve apologized,” she said. “If it’ll make you feel better, skip the tip.”

      “I wasn’t planning on leaving a tip.”

      Jaclyn felt anger course through her. This guy was an opportunist, and he was trying to take advantage of her. Her natural instincts prompted her to stand her ground. But the nagging worry of how she’d support her children if she lost her job kept her voice cool and polite. Rudy was already looking for any excuse to write her up.

      “What if I send home a couple of pieces of pie with you? Will that help?” she asked.

      “I don’t want pie. I think you should comp our meals.”

      “For waiting five minutes?” Jaclyn asked. “You never even told me you were in a hurry.”

      “I don’t have to give you my schedule when I sit down to eat. Now, are you going to work with me, here, or do I have to speak to your manager?”

      A knot of unease lodged in Jaclyn’s belly. When she’d first started working at Joanna’s, Rudy had pursued