Texas Rebels: Jude. Linda Warren

he want?” Staci asked.

      “Just to talk.”

      “You don’t have to do that if you don’t want to,” Luke told her. “It might be best to let it go.”

      “I can’t. I have to know if he thinks about our child all the time...like...I do.”

      “Oh, Paige.” She didn’t even know she was shaking until Staci put her arms around her.

      “I didn’t think it would be this hard to see him.” She brushed away an errant tear. “He didn’t even smile when I said, ‘Hey, Jude.’ It was our favorite song.”

      “Do you still love him?”

      She didn’t know, but she knew what the nausea was about. Jude. Seeing him again. And having to talk about that time and what they’d done. They had to drag out all the dirty laundry to see if it could be cleansed or if the stains of life’s mistakes would haunt her forever.