Rebecca Winters: In a Cowboy's Arms

“I’ve got an idea how you can do it.” She jerked her head toward him, waiting for the miracle answer. “I could sell Tim’s house in San Francisco.”

Sadie made several sounds of protest. “After your divorce, mother willed it to you before she died because she assumed I’d inherit the ranch one day. She knew Tim would have wanted you to have it.”

“You’re forgetting she expected you to go on living there with Ryan.”

“But it’s not mine, and I don’t want to live in San Francisco.”

“Neither do I. I have no desire to be anywhere near my ex, so I’ve got another idea.”

“What?”

“The house isn’t completely paid off, but I could still get a substantial amount if I sell it. With that money, plus any you have, we could move here and become joint owners of the ranch.”

Her heart gave a great clap. “You’re not serious!”

“Yeah. Actually, I am. I spent a lot of years in the military and know I won’t be happy unless I’m working outdoors in some capacity. So far I haven’t found a job that appeals to me. I can help with the ranching for a while until I know what it is I want to do with the rest of my life.”

“Zane, you’re just saying that because you’re at loose ends and are one of the great guys of this world.”

“I’m saying it because I have no parents, no brother and I don’t want to lose Ryan. I know you have nothing holding you in California. To be honest, I like the idea of being part owner with you. It’ll be our investment for Ryan’s future.”

Her eyes smarted with unshed tears. “If you’re really serious...”

“I’m dead serious. Take a look around. With these mountains, this is God’s country all right. It’s growing on me like crazy. I already like Mac and Millie. And the little guy in back seems perfectly content. Why don’t you think about it?”

“I am thinking. So hard I’m ready to have a heart attack.”

“Don’t do that! If you wake up tomorrow and say it’s a go, I’ll fly back to San Francisco and get the house on the market. While I’m there, I’ll put everything from the house and my apartment in storage for us. What do you say?”

She was so full of gratitude, she could hardly talk. “I say I don’t need to wait until tomorrow to tell you yes, but I don’t want ownership. The ranch should be put in your name for you and Ryan. I’ll get a job and do housekeeping to earn my keep. In time we’ll build up a new herd of cattle. Anything less and I won’t agree.”

He flashed her the kind of smile she hadn’t seen since before Tim’s death. Zane had dimples, too, an irresistible Lawson trait. “You sound just like your mother when she’s made up her mind, but you need to think about this. There’s a whole life you’ve left behind in San Francisco. Men you’ve dated. Friends.”

“I know, and I’ve enjoyed all of it including my job at your brother’s store. But with Mother gone, it hasn’t been the same. Now that my father has died, I feel the only place I really belong is here.”

After a period of quiet he said, “I can tell you this much. I feel this ranch growing on me.”

Like Sadie, Zane needed to put the painful past behind him and get on with life.

“Tell you what, Zane. When I drive you to the airport tomorrow, I’ll stop by Mr. Varney’s office and let him know we have a plan for you to buy the ranch. He can inform the Realtor and we’ll go from there.”

“Sadie—” There was a solemn tone in his voice. “If things don’t work out, we’ll find another small ranch for sale around here. Montana is in your blood. We won’t let your father win.”

She had no words to express the depth of her love for him. Instead, she leaned across the seat and kissed his cheek.

* * *

ON TUESDAY NIGHT Jarod had just returned from the upper pasture when he caught sight of Daniel Corkin’s Silverado parked in front of the Bannock ranch house. Sadie was still here. The blood pounded in his ears as he let himself in the side door of the den on the main floor. His grandfather’s room was farther down the hallway of the two-story house.

With Connor headed for another rodeo event in Oklahoma, either Avery or their housekeeper, Jenny, would have let her in. He planted himself in the doorway of the den. When Sadie left, she would have to walk past him to reach the foyer. Since it had grown dark, he didn’t imagine he’d have to wait much longer. His grandfather tired easily these days.

As if he’d willed her to appear, he saw light and movement at the end of the hall. She moved quietly in his direction. When she was within a few feet he said hello to her.

“Oh—”

“Forgive me if I startled you, Sadie. How’s my grandfather?”

She stepped back, hugging her arms to her waist. He saw no sign of the vivacious Sadie Corkin of eight years ago who’d caused every male heart in Carbon County to race at the sight of her.

When he’d watched her galloping through the meadow, blond hair flying behind her like a pennant in the sunshine, he’d hardly been able to breathe. The moment she’d seen him, she’d dismount and run into his arms, her hair smelling sweet from her peach-scented shampoo.

Without losing a heartbeat, he’d lay her down in the sweet white clover and they would kiss, clinging in a frenzy of need while they’d tried to become one. Just remembering those secret times made his limbs grow heavy with desire.

“He fell asleep while we were talking,” she answered without looking at him directly. “I’m afraid I wore him out.”

“That means you made him happy and left him in a peaceful state. When I had breakfast with him this morning, he was excited to think you’d be coming by. He was always partial to you and Liz.” He almost said his grandfather had been waiting to welcome her into the Bannock family, but that would be dredging up the past.

“I care for him a lot.” She shifted nervously. “I’m afraid I have to get back to Ryan now, so don’t let me keep you. Good night.” She darted away like a frightened doe spooked by a noise in the underbrush.

He’d promised himself to stay away from her, but the trail of her haunting fragrance drove him to follow her out the front door to the truck. By the time she’d climbed behind the wheel, he’d reached the passenger side. Not considering the wisdom of it, he got in and shut the door.

“What are you doing?” She sounded panicked.

Jarod forced his voice to remain calm. “Isn’t it obvious? We have unfinished business, Sadie. While we’re alone, now is as good a time as any to talk.” He stretched his arm along the back of the seat, fighting the urge to plunge his hand into her silky hair the way he’d done so many times in the past. “To pretend we don’t have a history serves no purpose. What I’m interested to know is how you can dismiss it so easily.”

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