Lone Star Blues. Delores Fossen

lifted her eyebrow as some kind of warning.

      A warning that Jordan thought she had figured out after a long sip of coffee. “She wants Dylan and me to team up and fight her. That’ll put us on the same side.”

      Now it was Karlee who agreed. “Don’t be surprised if Regina doesn’t bring up that Dylan and you should remarry for the sake of the child.”

      That wasn’t going to happen. Dylan and she had had their shot—at a time when she didn’t have the baggage she had now. Besides, she didn’t need to be married to be good at raising her cousin.

      “Be honest. Does Regina actually stand a shot at getting custody?” Jordan asked.

      Karlee lifted her shoulder. “She’s got money to fight this if it comes down to it. Of course, Dylan’s got money, too, but Regina’s probably better connected with the right people if this actually turns into a court battle.”

      Well, Jordan didn’t have money or the right connections, but she had something else. Adele. They’d been close, once, and while Jordan definitely didn’t care for Adele sleeping with her ex, she would put that aside. Somehow, Jordan had to convince Adele to give her custody. That would shut down any fight that Regina tried to start.

      “I need to go into town,” Jordan said. “I don’t have a lawyer, but I have to find one. Got any recommendations?”

      “Anna McCord-Moore,” Karlee quickly provided. “She has a new practice, is new in town, too, but she’s the only one in a hundred-mile radius who doesn’t have ties to the Grangers.”

      Then Jordan would definitely be seeing the newcomer. “I also need to check if there’s a room available at the Red Rooster Inn. Best if I don’t stay here—” Jordan stopped when Karlee kept shaking her head.

      “Don’t stay at the inn. A group of kids from a rival basketball team released a dozen green garden snakes into the inn as a prank, and they’ve only found eight of them. The snakes, I mean. They rounded up all the pranking kids.”

      Jordan shuddered, cringed. She’d been in combat zones and could handle the bloodiest field injuries, but there was no chance she’d walk into the inn knowing there could be snakes.

      “You could stay in the guesthouse,” Karlee reminded her. “I set up my office in there, and I sleep there sometimes when Lucian’s in town, but you can just shove my stuff to the side to make room for your things.”

      Great. The guesthouse. The very place where Dylan and she had been newlyweds, and it was only a stone’s throw from the main house.

      No chance of escaping old memories there.

      Still, she’d be close to Corbin so she had to keep it on her list of possibilities. While she was in town, though, she would look for something else, maybe a short-term rental. If she had time, that is. She didn’t want to be away from Corbin for too long, but there were still things she had to do.

      “I need to go into San Antonio to drop off some paperwork at the base, and then visit Adele at the jail.” Jordan added.

      Karlee sighed, patted her arm. “I can go with you.”

      “No. That’s a kind offer, but I’d rather you stay here with Corbin. I feel like you’re the only person on my side.”

      Karlee didn’t jump to agree to that.

      Oh no. “You’ll take Dylan’s side because of Lucian,” Jordan said.

      Karlee frowned. “I’m taking Corbin’s side because of Corbin. Maybe you’ll get good news at the jail. Here’s hoping the charges against Adele aren’t as serious as we’ve heard.”