Lone Star Christmas. Jolene Navarro
He didn’t know why he was embarrassed by the condition of the ranch. Moving behind his brothers, he rubbed their heads. “We were just about to go in and inspect our living quarters. It’s a bit cold out here.”
“I hear you’re at the top of the ranks as a Professional Bull Rider. You hit the PBR as soon as you turned eighteen.”
Had she been following him? He liked the thought of that. She’d been in his thoughts just about every day since she walked away from him. No reason for her to know that.
He turned to the heavy oak door. The old key had to be jiggled a bit to fit in the knob. An odd sensation of coming home settled deep in his bones.
He shook it off. This was not home. The only reason he was here was to get the place ready to put on the market. And to get his body back into shape for the PBR finals.
Jackie’s boots hit the porch. “They said the cold front would be arriving tomorrow.” He could feel her right behind him. Her voice did the same strange thing to him as it used to. She continued on like it was not a big deal that they were standing so close after all these years. “Looks like they got it wrong.”
It had taken years to bury thoughts of her. Now he couldn’t think of anything else. “Yeah, they do that sometimes.”
“The reason I came out was to talk to you about the original town plot on the edge of the ranch. It borders our ranch. The church and school are well over one hundred years old. There might be some other buildings even older. Our mothers had been working to restore them and give them back to the town as a historical site. After they...after the accident it was forgotten. I’ve been trying to revitalize their dream. Your father hasn’t returned any of my emails, phone calls or letters. So, when I heard you were out here, I wanted to make sure I got to talk to you.”
He waited, but it seemed she had finally stopped talking. Was she nervous?
“My father was down in the Caribbean for the last month. There was a boating accident. He was killed along with his wife.” He nodded to the identical-looking brothers, who were now playing on the old porch swing. “Their mother.”
Her mouth fell open. “Oh, Max. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s actually been a little over a month. No one even knew they were missing at first. Anyway, that’s why he didn’t get back to you.”
“You have custody of the boys now?”
“Shared custody. An aunt on their mother’s side will be taking them. She has a job to finish overseas, then she’ll come pick them up for Christmas. Ethan is hanging with us for the holidays, then he heads back home to Chicago.” He made the mistake of looking at her.
Sadness clouded her eyes as the afternoon sun glistened off the moisture that hovered on her lashes. When they had met as teens, they discovered they were both motherless, something they had in common.
But the true shock came when her father found them at the dance together. Angry, he told them that Max’s mother had killed hers. The two women had been killed in the same accident here on the ranch.
After dropping that piece of news, he took Jackie away. But Max didn’t want to think about their parents now, or the summer he thought he had fallen in love.
Max shoved the door open and stepped into his grandfather’s home. Neglect had a smell. It was old and musty.
“This is where we’re staying?” Ethan didn’t look enthusiastic about the old ranch house.
Max started pulling back heavy drapes. He opened the windows. “It just needs to be aired out.” He sneezed as particles filled his nose.
“Look at this!” One of the boys, Isaac maybe, tried to climb onto an old Spanish saddle that sat behind the leather sofa.
“This is so cool!” A stuffed quail was inside a glass lamp, and cowhides and antlers decorated the room. The more energetic one—the one Max thought was Isaac—ran around the large living room touching the dust-covered furniture and fixtures. The river-rock fireplace opening was taller than the boys. The dining room could be seen on the other side.
“The outlets don’t work.” Ethan was back to staring at his phone. He frowned. “This place is ancient. Is there even electricity?”
“Of course, there’s electricity. This house was built in the early ’70s. We just need to dust everything off.” He flipped a switch, but the massive antler chandelier didn’t light up. He walked to the other wall and flipped everything on the panel. Nothing.
Jackie had her phone out. “I’ll call Mabel Horten at the co-op. She’ll know if it’s been turned off.”
His little brothers were opening cabinets and drawers and exploring with delight. At least they hadn’t complained about being hungry in front of Jackie. He needed to get food.
“Boys, be careful.” They ran to the door that went to the back part of the house. “Stay where I can see you. No telling what could be living here after years of being empty.”
“Cool!”
“Hi, Mabel...I need a favor. I’m out at the Delgado place...Yes, Max is in town...No, no wife. They’re his brothers...Yes.” She chuckled at something the person on the other end said. “Yeah, I know.” Then she shook her head. “No. We’re in the main house, and the lights aren’t working.”
He hated the thought that strangers were talking about him and the boys.
“Okay. Thanks...Yes, I’ll be at the church Wednesday night. Bye.” She turned to him. “It hasn’t been disconnected, so maybe it’s the breaker.”
“I think it’s in the washroom.” Bits and pieces of the house returned to his memories. Cutting across the dining room and through the vast country kitchen, Jackie followed him. He glanced back to make sure the boys were okay.
“Wow, I love this kitchen.” Jackie ran her hand over the old counter. “Just a few updates, and this would be a stellar place for a family.”
“We’re not staying that long.”
The boys had gotten quiet, so he checked the living room. Ethan had pulled out a box of old record albums and flopped in a leather armchair. Isaac and Tomas crowded around him.
Going back to the kitchen, Max found Jackie standing at an open door. He followed her into the large butler’s pantry. The door that led to the washroom was at the far end.
Behind the washroom door, he found the metal panel. Inside, taped tags curled, and some of them had fallen off. He flipped the longest row of switches. A loud pop came from below, and sparks flew. He threw his arm up to cover his face, and a sharp pain from his injured collarbone ran through his whole body.
Jackie gasped. “It’s on fire.”
Small flames danced along the wires that ran into the ceiling. Jackie ripped off her jacket and started swatting at the fire, trying to smother it. He took off his denim jacket, but she had it out before he could get his bum arm free.
She stepped back and scanned the ceiling. “That’s not okay.”
With the flames out, he checked the panel and made sure it was all turned off. What was he going to do now? It was getting colder, and with no heat or lights, they couldn’t stay here. He pinched the bridge of his nose.
“I’ll call Sammi,” Jackie offered.
“Your little sister?”
“Not so little anymore. She’s a genius when it comes to fixing things like this.”
“Max! We’re starving!” Great. Bored with the old LPs, the boys were back to being hungry.
Ethan stood behind them. “I think it’s colder in here than outside.”
Jackie looked at the boys. “Want to go into town to get some food? And maybe some of the best hot