Free One Mountain Away by Emilie Richards Page A

house with some land outside the city, and it’s a great place for a kid, so we’ll stay there. The band’s going to hunker down and put together our next CD, so there’s no chance we’ll be out on the road. I want to introduce them here, where there’s no pressure from anybody else.”
    “Nobody here’s going to pressure you, Jeremy. But I think it would be better if you introduce the two of them where Maddie feels comfortable and safe. Her doctor’s here.”
    “She needs to be here with me, without you, ” he said pointedly. “She needs to be away from Asheville to give Willow a real chance. We have good doctors in Nashville, and I’ll get copies of her records. Our custody agreement allows for this.”
    There was no threat in his tone, but the threat was in the words. Custody agreement. Papers they had signed. Choices they had made when they were still teenagers.
    “We have time to talk this over,” she said at last.
    “We have time to make the arrangements,” he countered. “I’m not going to change my mind. I didn’t mention it to Maddie, because I wanted to warn you first, but I will tell her the next time we talk.”
    Warn, not consult. She heard the difference.
    “Anything else?” she asked. “New and better bombshells?”
    He spoke slowly and with surprising feeling, as if he had rehearsed what came next. “We’ve done surprisingly well through all this, you and me and the kiddo. Not the best start, not the best circumstances, but we’ve muddled through and grown up along the way. I know you’ve had the major burden, while I got to go out into the world and live my dreams. But it’s time for me to take some of the day-to-day stuff on my shoulders, and time for you to have a little flexibility and freedom. This isn’t going to be a one-time thing, Taylor. It’s the beginning of a new phase for all of us. Let’s make it work for Maddie, okay?”
    “I always want what’s best for her.”
    “Then we’re on the same page.” He said good-night and hung up.
    Taylor stared at the wall until Samantha came back in, carrying two bright red mugs of tea.
    As she handed a mug to Taylor, peppermint and chamomile scented the air. “It can’t be that bad.”
    Taylor told her just how bad it was.
    Samantha flopped down on the sofa beside her. “Well, what do you know about that?”
    “Very little, as a matter of fact. He hasn’t given me a single hint this was coming.”
    “The two of you never talk about anything personal. Why should he?”
    “Because he’s giving my daughter a stepmother. Doesn’t that seem like something he’d mention?”
    Samantha waved her free hand in emphasis. “In your eyes Jeremy can’t do anything right. You do see that, correct? I mean, a few minutes ago you were dissing him for not spending more time with Maddie, and now you’re after him for wanting to spend a couple of weeks of quality time with her while he introduces somebody who’s going to be important in her life.”
    Taylor considered that, but not for long. “See, there was this day, oh, eleven years ago, give or take a month or two. I went to him, sobbing, and told him I was pregnant with his baby. And you know what he said to me?”
    “Something stupid? Like any seventeen-year-old boy with a noose around his neck?”
    “Maddie is not a noose.”
    “You know that, and so does he. Now . But his whole life changed in that moment, and he was still just a kid. Both of you were.”
    “Eleven years ago he told me my baby wasn’t his problem, that I was the one who was pregnant, and I’d better leave him out of it.”
    “And you’ve never forgiven him.”
    Taylor hadn’t. At times she’d come close. She realized that nobody should be judged by something he said when the world as he knew it was collapsing. Later, when confronted by his parents, Jeremy had not denied that the baby was his. Of course, denial would have been futile, since a paternity test would have proved him a liar.
    “You