Patricia Thayer - The Cowboy She Couldn't Forget

There was silence and Ana saw the confused looks on her sisters’s faces. Of course they were torn. Colt never appreciated anything his daughters had ever done. Tori and Josie had been top students all during school. They’d even won academic scholarships. Marissa had been a star athlete, but over the years their dad had said little in the form of praise or encouragement to any of them. So why should they go back to Montana now?

Ana couldn’t make them, but didn’t want them to have any regrets, either.

“Okay, sisters,” she began. “If you won’t do it for our dad, I have another idea.” She glanced at the twins, then at Marissa on the computer screen. “Let’s do it for ourselves. Let’s show Colt Slater how his girls can run the ranch.”

CHAPTER FOUR

THREE HOURS LATER, Ana kissed her sisters goodbye and she and Vance left the Slater Style office. She regretted that she hadn’t been able to convince them to come home.

She sat in the passenger seat as Vance drove them to the airport hotel. “Go ahead and tell me how badly I handled things.”

“No, I’m not saying a thing. Your sisters will have to decide on their own if they want to come home.” He stopped at a traffic light, and his dark gaze locked with hers. “I understand how they feel. I’ve watched for years how Colt treated you girls.”

Ana froze. “But you never did anything.”

“I can’t say I liked it, but I was a kid, too. I liked having a roof over my head, food in my stomach.”

Ana remembered the night when Vance had showed up at the supper table, a skinny teenager with a lot of attitude. At first, she felt sorry for him, knowing he had been beaten by his drunken father. Their dad had never laid a hand on them, but it was almost worse when he directed all his positive attention to Vance. It should have come to his daughters.

“We both can agree that Colt never had a sweet disposition,” Vance went on. “Truth be known, he doesn’t deserve your and your sisters’ loyalty. But if I know you girls, you inherited a fair amount of stubbornness and determination from that man. You four aren’t about to let the Lazy S fail.”

Before Ana could disagree, he pulled up in the circular drive of the large chain hotel. The valet came up to the car and opened her door. “Good evening, ma’am.”

She got out and thanked him, while Vance popped the trunk and another attendant helped with the bags.

They arrived at the front desk. A pretty blonde with Jessica printed on her name tag smiled at Vance. Why wouldn’t she? He was a handsome man. Dressed in a pair of cowboy boots and creased jeans, he would turn any woman’s head. Ana glanced away, hating that she wasn’t immune, either.

He placed his hat on the counter. “Hello, ma’am. We need a couple of rooms for tonight.”

“Do you have a reservation?”

“I’m sorry, we don’t. This was an unexpected trip.”

The woman frowned and began to search the computer screen. “We’re pretty full tonight.”

His dark gaze never wavered as he moved closer. “I’m sure you can find something.”

Jessica sighed and went back to her search. “Oh, good. I do have a one-bedroom suite available.”

Before Ana could refuse to spend the extra money and the night with this man, Vance said, “We’ll take it.” He pulled out his credit card, and before Ana recovered, they were riding up in the elevator.

Vance held his breath as they stepped out onto their floor. He was surprised that Ana hadn’t fussed about sharing a room. Of course, he hadn’t given her much choice. He found their suite and slid the key card into the slot, then pushed open the door and allowed Ana to step in. His body immediately responded to her closeness. He caught her scent as she brushed by him. He sucked in a breath and gave himself a quick talking to, then followed her inside.

The room was fairly spacious. There was a sofa, which was no doubt going to be his bed. He went into the next room to find an inviting king-size bed. Don’t even go there. He turned and walked away from the temptation.

“You take the bed. I’ll sleep out here.”

Ana shook her head. “You’re too tall for the sofa. You take the bed.”

He didn’t want to fight about this. “Do you really think you’re going to win this argument?”

He could tell she was thinking about it. “Fine. Sleep wherever you want.”

What he wanted was not an option. He went to the phone and pressed the button for room service. “What do you want to eat?”

“I don’t care.” She rolled her suitcase into the bedroom and closed the door.

“It’s going to be a long night,” he breathed, then said into the phone, “I’d like to order two steaks, medium rare, with baked potatoes and green salad.”

They told him thirty minutes. Restless, he went to the mini bar and opened it to find beverages. He bypassed the bottles of beer for a soda. Opening it, he went to the window and drew back the curtains to reveal the millions of lights of Los Angeles. He suddenly missed the isolation of the ranch. Not many lights out there, just millions of stars in the sky.

He turned and found Ana standing across the room. She was still wearing her dark slacks and print blouse, but she was barefoot. “I called the hospital. Dad is resting comfortably. That’s a good thing, since he starts therapy tomorrow. I’d like to be there.”

“Not sure Colt will be happy about that. I doubt he wants anyone to see him weak.”

“Well, he’s going to have to get used to it, because he doesn’t have a choice.”

Vance couldn’t help but smile. Ana was definitely her father’s daughter.

“I also want to apologize to you.”

He liked her being feisty; it helped him keep a safe distance from her. “For what?”

“For arguing about the room. We’re both too tired to go looking for another hotel. We’re adults and can handle sharing a space for one night.”

He nodded, but wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t been able to spend much time with Ana in the last few years. He’d hoped that would dim his feelings for her. No such luck. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Seems we’ve been thrown together in an awkward situation. It’s been years since we’ve spent any time together. I can see where you’d feel we’re strangers.”

She fought a grin. “Yeah, you’re the brother I never wanted.”

He’d never felt brotherly about her. “Was that why you pretty much hated my guts?”

She frowned. “Hate is a strong word. Angry, maybe, because of the attention you got from Dad.”

“I wish I could have helped that situation.”

Ana shook her head. “No one crossed Colt Slater.”

Not true. Vance had one time, when he’d broken that promise to stay away from Colt’s daughters. Ana had been the only one who tempted him, that day in the barn when he’d kissed her.

He shook away the memory. “I wish I could have helped, anyway.”

A knock sounded on the door. “That’s fast.” He answered it, expecting supper, but found a bellman with an ice bucket holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.

“Mr. Rivers. Compliments of the management,” he said, and waited as Vance stepped aside for him to enter the room. The man set the wine next to the table and began to uncork the bottle. He poured a small amount in a glass and held it out to Vance, who took a taste and nodded. “Very good.”

“Thank you, sir. It’s from a local winery just north of Los Angeles.”

As he filled both glasses, Vance took out some bills and handed them to the waiter, who then left.

“Seems you made an impression on a certain desk clerk,” Ana said.

Vance picked up one glass and handed it to her. “Jessica is the assistant manager.”