Cathy Thacker - The Texas Rancher's Family

Heather sniffed, her misery fading fast. “I’m six.”

“We have a toy corner in the back of the store. Would you like to see it?”

Heather looked at Mac. “Can I, Daddy?”

He released her. “Sure.”

“Come on. We’ll show you,” Sammy said, reaching out and taking her hand.

Stevie fell into step beside them. “Mom, is it okay if we get our after-school snack?”

Erin blinked. For a moment there she’d been a million miles away, lost in her own thoughts as her sons quickly bonded with the little girl.

“Sure,” Mac said again, when she looked at him for permission.

“You can have a snack,” Erin told her boys, “but share whatever you get with Heather, too.”

“Okay, Mom.”

The children strode off, still hand in hand.

Although Mac couldn’t help but wonder about the emotional expression that had flitted over Erin’s face, he turned his attention to the mess his daughter had made. “Do you have anything I can clean this up with?” he asked.

Erin glanced at the strawberry ice cream puddled on the floor. “Don’t worry about it.” She pivoted and went to the counter, returning with a roll of paper towels and a bottle of cleaner. Mac couldn’t help noticing how her hips swayed beneath her nicely fitted jeans, or the way her calico print shirt clung to her breasts as she knelt down.

Desire sifted through him, so fierce and unexpected it took him a minute to access some working brain cells. His body tightening with a demand that hadn’t been met in way too long, he hunkered down beside her and caught her hand. “Let me do that.”

Silky skin heated beneath his fingertips as she sucked in a startled breath. Their glances met as she studied him with big green eyes.

Damn, but she was pretty, Mac noted, despite his attempt to keep his interactions with her businesslike. She was feminine everywhere she should be. Delicate features, a heart-shaped face and upswept honey-blond curls only added to her womanly allure.

She was obviously successful—which he liked. Stubborn—which was probably going to make her harder to persuade. But persuade he would, Mac vowed. “I’ll clean this up.”

Her teeth raked across her soft, plump lower lip. “You really don’t have to do that.”

He gave her his most persuasive smile. “I insist.”

The truth was, he wanted to do something else entirely with her.

But that wouldn’t help him fulfill his agenda. And he’d do well to remember the real reason he was here....

Flustered, Erin handed him the necessary supplies and gave him room to work.

Not long after he had finished, the door jangled again. A group of ladies strolled in, followed by Erin’s brother.

“Sorry I’m late, sis. I—” Nicholas stopped dead at the sight of Mac. “I thought you weren’t coming till later.”

Erin filled him in, “He switched appointments with Darcy, so I took his measurements for the last.”

“What about the rest of the ordering process?” the teen asked.

“I’m going to do that later,” Mac promised.

Nicholas’s face fell in disappointment. “Then you won’t be staying?”

Mac looked at his chauffeur, who was standing near the door, then back at Heather. Although his daughter was happily playing with Sammy and Stevie in the corner of the room, she could easily have another meltdown soon. “I have my daughter with me.”

“I don’t suppose you have dinner plans tonight?” Nicholas asked eagerly, before Erin could intervene. “Because if you don’t, I sure would appreciate it if you and your daughter could come out to our ranch and eat with all of us.”

Mac looked at Erin. Her cheeks were flushed and she didn’t quite meet his eyes. “I wouldn’t want to impose...” he said.

Oblivious to his sister’s discomfort, Nicholas rushed on with teenage impetuousness. “It wouldn’t be an imposition! We’re always inviting people new to the community over for dinner. As Erin says, when you’re already feeding seven or eight, what’s one or two more?”

But this was different, Mac knew. She wouldn’t want him there with her entire family. On the other hand, it would be a perfect opportunity for him to speak with everyone at once. Find out how much work it would take to convince them his proposal was a good one.

The hint of discord in her eyes indicated she was realizing the exact same thing. “Nicholas!” Erin interjected quickly, “Let’s not put Mr. Wheeler on the spot.”

Or your sister, Mac thought. Although it was too late for that. He looked at his daughter, aware it was the first time he’d seen her smile in two days, and announced, “Actually, we’d love to come.”

It would give him a chance to show Erin he wasn’t a bad guy.

Nicholas grinned. “Is it okay if I invite a couple of my buddies from the environmental club, too?”

Mac looked back at his would-be hostess.

Seemingly as aware as he that everyone in the store had stopped to hear her answer, Erin flashed a smile, radiating a Texas-style hospitality that belied the cautiousness he could see in her gaze. “The more the merrier.”

Or was it safety in numbers? Mac thought, wondering what would happen if the two of them were ever alone. Would the sparks continue to fly? Or would she ward him off with every ounce of grit she possessed?

“What time would you like us to be there?” he asked casually, and was rewarded with a faint blush of pink in her cheeks.

“Any time after seven would be good,” she allowed.

“Great...see you then.”

Heather didn’t want to leave the store, but finally assented when she realized she would be seeing Stevie and Sammy again in a few hours, this time at their ranch.

“Daddy, will the ranch have animals?” she asked, after he’d settled the bill with the limo driver and rented an SUV to get around instead.

Mac carried their suitcases into their room at the Laramie Inn. “I’m not sure.”

“Can I have a dog?”

“Honey, we talked about this. As long as I’m traveling so much...”

Heather sighed, repeating his oft-said phrase, “It’s just not practical.”

“But when things settle down at work, and I’m not required to be on the road nearly as much, then I promise I will get you a puppy. Okay?”

Her expression turned glum.

Mac could tell she really didn’t believe anything would ever change. She was still moody and quiet when they arrived at the Triple Canyon Ranch and drove through the black, wrought-iron gate.

In the distance, Mac could see the rocky ridges and deep canyons the property had been named after. Near the highway, the topography was flatter. Live oak trees lined either side of the paved lane that led to the big, sprawling ranch house. A pitched brown roof draped majestically over the eaves. The second story was covered with dark brown cedar shakes, while the lower level was painted a light cocoa color. Bright white trim set off the windows and the dark brown front door. A covered porch spanned the width of the house, with a bench swing and matching chairs providing a comfortable seating area.

It was a house built for multiple generations, with a pasture full of horses, a barn and stable nearby.

Sammy and Stevie were shooting basketballs through a hoop next to the driveway. They waited until Mac parked the SUV, then dashed toward them. “Do you know how to play basketball?” they asked Heather.

She shook her head.

“Want to learn?”

She shrugged shyly. “Maybe.”

Erin walked out onto the porch.

Mac was surprised to see she’d let her hair down. It glowed like rich honey in the early evening light, and flowed over her shoulders in thick, gorgeous curls. She was still in jeans, but had taken off the calico shirt and put on a short-sleeved, scoop-necked T-shirt that matched the peachy hue of her cheeks. Somehow, she seemed less businesswoman, more easygoing Mom. But every bit as sexy as before.