give her a call,â Max said. âCheck in with Dad too.â Asa stood at Maxâs feet, offering up his Cheerios container. âOpen, please.â Max popped the top and handed it back to Asa. âHere you go, buddy.â
Jade locked in on Asaâs face. He looked so much like Rice. But didnât Jade see Max in his eyes? And the full pout of his lips?
Sheâd checked the mail and her e-mail when she came down from the ridge, in the middle of her Googling, and had received nothing from Taylor. But silence was golden at this point. It meant Jade didnât have to speak about this to Max.
Max leaned over her shoulder, the scent of his skin seeping into hers. âSmells good. What are you making?â
âMeat loaf, mashed potatoes, green beans.â
Max lowered his head to see her face. âYouâre making all my favorite dishes.â
âA manâs gotta eat.â Her gaze met his. She was tired of being in debt to fear and betrayal, driven by bitterness. Enough already.
âThank you.â He lifted her chin and kissed her, a teasing spark of passion buzzing across her lips. The soft ends of his hair brushed her cheeks. âIâm all in, Jade. I promise you.â He pulled back and leaned against the counter. âBy the way, I checked in with Tripp. Heâs a good friend as well as accountability partner. I can still see his face when I told him Iâd do anything to get clean. Also I called Clarence and said Iâd work with the associates, take pro bono cases. Iâm golfing with the Rainwaters in the morning. Even though Gil Rainwater is about the most bleeping client on the face of the earth. Pray I donât smash him with my club instead of the ball. I wonât be able to take Asa to school, though. And oh, I also talked to Reverend Girden. He can counsel with us if you want.â
âWhat happened to Texas and football?â She felt a bit deflated. Sheâd spent all day praying. Googling. Thinking. Surrendering.
âWell, itâs still there, but you really didnât seem to want to go, so I started figuring out what Iâd do if we stay here. Youâre right, thereâs lots to do and the time will go by fast. What? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âMax.â Jade grabbed the pale yellow collar of his oxford. His long bangs framed his temples, accenting his eyes. Everything about him made her want to love him. Trust him. âLook me in the eye. You really donât have any phantom back pains or desire for pills?â
His gaze held without a flinch. âNo phantom pains, no desire for pills. At all. He whom the Son sets free is free indeed. Why be a prisoner when Jesus already paid the price? Granted, I have to do the work to stay free, but I have no craving or desire whatsoever to go back to my old ways. I donât even like that guy.â
âI believe you.â She released his collar. Max didnât move other than to rake his hair out of his eyes.
âOkay, now that I passed the test, whatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â
âIâve been praying . . . and donât give me that look. I told you I would. Spent an hour up on the ridge after I got your mom out of the street.â
âAnd?â
âI came home and Googled Colby. Itâs not like the Hollow, but it seems like a nice little town. Yeah, itâs in the middle of nowhereâbut with a population of fifteen thousand, itâs bigger than the Hollow.â Jade flipped on the oven light to check the baking meat loaf. âI didnât realize itâs only twenty-five minutes from Amarillo. I read a few articles and it does seem Colby High needs something good to happen for the football program.â
âYouâre making my heart go pitter-patter.â
âMaybe you are the man for the job, Max. Did you know they used to be state champs two or three times a decade all the way