Cowboy's Redemption. B.J. Daniels

a little hard to believe.”

      “I know. That’s why you have to let me prove it to you.”

      He eyed her suspiciously. “And how do you plan to do that?”

      “Do you know a doctor in town who can examine me?”

      His pulse jumped. “I thought you said—”

      “Not for that. Or for my mental proficiency.” Her gaze locked with his. “I need you to know that I had a baby three months ago. A doctor should be able to tell.” He started to argue, but she stopped him. “This is where we need to start before we go to the sheriff.”

      He wanted to argue that this wasn’t necessary, but they both knew it was. If a doctor said she’d never given birth and none of this was real, then it would be over. No harm done. Except the idea of him and Lola having a baby together would always linger, he realized.

      “I used to go to a family doctor here in town. If he’s still practicing...”

      * * *

      DR. HUBERT GRAY was a large man with a drooping gray mustache and matching bushy eyebrows over piercing blue eyes.

      Colt explained what they wanted.

      Dr. Gray narrowed his gaze for a moment, taking them both in. “Well, then, why don’t you step into the examination room with my nurse, Sara. She’ll get you ready while I visit with Colt here.”

      The moment Lola and Sara left the room, the doctor leaned back in his office chair. “Let me get this straight. You aren’t even sure there is a child?”

      “Lola says there is. Unfortunately, the baby isn’t here.”

      The doctor nodded. “You realize this won’t prove that the child is yours—just that she has given birth before.”

      Colt nodded. “I know this is unusual.”

      “Nothing surprises me. By the way, I was sorry to hear about your father. Damn cancer. Only thing that could stop him from ranching.”

      “Yes, he loved it.”

      “Tell me about flying helicopters. You know I have my pilot’s license, but I’ve never flown a chopper.”

      Colt told him what he loved about it. “There is nothing like being able to hover in the air, being able to put it down in places—” he shook his head “—that seem impossible.”

      “I can tell that you love what you do, but did I hear you’re ranching again?”

      “Temporarily.”

      A buzz sounded and Dr. Gray rose. “This shouldn’t take long. Sit tight.”

      True to his word, the doctor returned minutes later. Colt looked up expectantly. “Well?” he asked as Dr. Gray took his seat again behind his desk. Colt realized that his emotions were all over the place. He didn’t know what he was hoping to hear.

      Did he really want to believe that Lola had given birth to their child to have it stolen by some crazy cult leader? Wouldn’t it be better if Lola had lied for whatever reason after becoming obsessed with him following their one-night stand?

      “You wanted to know if she has recently given birth?” the doctor asked.

      “Has she?” He held his breath, telling himself even if she had, it didn’t mean that any of the rest of it was true.

      “Since she gave me permission to provide you with this information, I’d say she gave birth in the past three months.”

      Just as she’d said. He glanced at the floor, not sure if he was relieved or not. He felt like a heel for having even a glimmer of doubt. But Lola was right. He’d had to know before he went any further with this. It wasn’t like he really knew this woman. He’d simply shared one night of intimacy all those months ago.

      There was a tap at the door. The nurse stuck her head in to say that the doctor had another patient waiting. Behind the nurse, he saw Lola in the hallway. She looked as if she’d been crying. He quickly rose. “Thank you, Doc,” he said over his shoulder as he hurried to Lola, taking both of her hands in his. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. You didn’t have to do this.”

      Her smile was sad but sweet as she shook her head. “I just got upset because Dr. Gray is so kind. I wish he’d delivered Grace instead of...” She shook her head. “Not that any of that matters now.”

      “It’s time we went to the sheriff,” he said as he led her out of the building. She seemed to hesitate, though, as they reached his pickup. “What?”

      “Just that the sheriff isn’t going to be able to do anything—and that’s if he believes you.”

      “He’ll believe me. I know him,” he said as he opened the pickup door for her. “I went to school with his sister Lillie and her twin brother, Darby. Darby’s a good friend. Both Lillie and Darby are new parents. As for the sheriff—Flint Cahill is as down-to-earth as anyone I know and I’m sure he’s familiar with The Society of Lasting Serenity. Sheriff Cahill is also the only way we can get on church property—and off—without any trouble.”

      She still looked worried. “You don’t know Jonas. He’ll be furious that I went to the law. He’ll also deny everything.”

      “We’ll see about that.” He went around the truck and slid behind the wheel. As he started the engine, he looked over at her and saw how anxious she was. “Lola, the man has taken our daughter, right?” She nodded. “Then I don’t give a damn how furious he is, okay?”

      “You don’t know how he is.”

      “No, but I’m going to find out. Don’t worry. I’m going to get to the bottom of this, one way or the other.”

      She looked scared, but said, “I trust you with my life. And Grace’s.”

      Grace. Their child. He still couldn’t imagine them having a baby together—let alone that some cult leader had her and refused to give her up to her own mother.

      Common sense told him there had to be more to the story—and that’s what worried him as he drove to the sheriff’s department. Sheriff Cahill would sort it out, he told himself. As he’d said, he liked and trusted Flint. Going up to the compound with the levelheaded sheriff made the most sense.

      Because if what Lola was telling him was true, they weren’t leaving there without Grace.

      * * *

      SHERIFF FLINT CAHILL was a nice-looking man with thick dark hair and gray eyes. He ushered them right into his office, offered them a chair and something to drink. They took chairs, but declined a beverage.

      “So what is this about?” the sheriff asked after they were all seated, the office door closed behind them.

      Colt could see that Lola liked the sheriff from the moment she met him. There was something about him that exuded confidence, as well as honesty and integrity. She told him everything she had Colt. When she finished, though, Colt couldn’t tell from Flint’s expression what he was thinking.

      The sheriff looked at him, his gray eyes narrowing. “I’m assuming you wouldn’t have brought Ms. Dayton here if you didn’t believe her story.”

      “I know this is unusual.” He glanced over at her. Her scrapes and scratches were healing, and she looked good in the clothes they’d bought her. Still, he saw that she kept rubbing her hand on her thighs as if not believing she was back in denim.

      At the store, he’d wanted to buy her more clothing, but she’d insisted she didn’t need more than a couple pairs of jeans, two shirts, several undergarments and hiking shoes and socks. She’d promised to pay him back once she could get to her own money. Jonas had taken her purse with her cash and credit cards. Her money was in a California bank account. Once she had Grace, she said she would see about getting money wired up to her so she could pay him back.

      Colt