The Coma Prince’s Fiancée novel Chapter 6

Randy couldn’t believe what he’d just seen. Was this really the kind of strength you’d expect from a girl who supposedly couldn’t even open a bottle by herself?

Rebecca didn’t seem fazed at all. She glanced at him and asked, “Where should I put this?”

Snapping out of his trance, Randy cleared his throat. “Just throw it in the truck bed.”

Rebecca nodded, set the feed in the back, tossed her luggage in after it, then used the seat for leverage and hopped right into the tractor. Clean, smooth, not a move wasted. She made it look effortless.

Randy grinned, a little impressed. “You’ve got skills. Do you train or something?”

Rebecca leaned back against the seat, her tone casual. “Not really. Just ended up in a lot of fights, I guess. You pick things up.”

That caught Randy off guard. Tough girl? Maybe even a bit of a troublemaker?

He hesitated, then tried again, keeping his tone light. “You’re nineteen this year, right? Which college are you at?”

She tossed out her answer without blinking. “Some no-name place. Dropped out.”

Randy raised his eyebrows. “Didn’t like it?”

“I guess. Lost interest.” She stretched and let out a huge yawn.

Honestly, for her, college was old news. She felt like she’d gone through it all back in grade school, so what was the point?

“So, what do you actually like to do?” Randy asked, still curious.

“Sleep.” She tugged her hoodie forward, covering her face, and closed her eyes right then and there.

She hadn’t slept in two days and was just about ready to pass out. There was no point talking anymore.

Randy just shook his head and laughed quietly. He gave up on the conversation and pulled out his phone to send a message.

Irvin, your lost-and-found little sis really has a vibe. I like her. If your family doesn’t want her, I’ll just take her.

The reply was fast.

Get lost.

“But, Mom, Rebecca is your and Dad’s real daughter. I honestly believe she’s got a good heart.”

That helped Madonna calm down. There was no way she’d ever believe her own daughter was a bad person, but from the reports they’d gotten, Rebecca did have her share of issues.

She understood why her husband and son were being cautious, but just thinking of her daughter finally coming home after all these years, only to be tested by her closest family, made her heart ache.

She caught the guilty, worried look her husband gave her and let out a long breath. “Rebecca hasn’t had it easy with the Jameses. She’s probably gone through all sorts of things. I don’t want her to come home just to face suspicion from her own family.”

Fabian felt a heaviness in his chest. He hated it too, but he wasn’t the only one with a say in this family, and he couldn’t allow himself to act only on feelings. Some things simply had to be done.

Paulina looped her arms through Madonna’s and hugged her gently. “Mom, I’ll take care of Rebecca, I promise.”

Madonna patted her hand, looking a little relieved. “Thank you, Paulina. I know I’m asking a lot.”

She paused, then squeezed her daughter’s hand. “And trust me, with Rebecca home or not, you’ll always be part of the Russell family. Nothing will ever change that.”

Paulina’s eyes glistened with emotion as she snuggled into her mother’s embrace, but beneath her lowered lashes, a cold glimmer flashed in her eyes.