As she headed into the kitchen, a dreadful thought struck her. Nick returned for the funeral, but what if Silas left the entire ranch to his son?
Impossible. Dan had faithfully remained on the ranch as foreman, aiding his uncle. Silas and his only son, Nick, had been estranged for years.
Silas would never leave the Belle Creek to Nick, the man who wanted nothing to do with the ranch and would probably sell if it was his.
And if he was the new owner of the Belle Creek, she faced a real possibility of being homeless once more.
Chapter 2
Nick had never wanted to set eyes on the Belle Creek Ranch again.
Ten years ago, hed thought the same about Shelby Stillwater, and not for the same reasons.
Sweet Pea Shelby. Damn, the girl had turned into a woman, and what a fine-looking woman. One night, upset over yet another fight with Silas, hed come home and saw her sitting in the cabin, where hed gone to sleep off the Jack Daniels. He hadnt cared she was barely sixteen and he was old enough to know better. She looked so lost, as forlorn as hed felt, so hed kissed her. Her mouth had been warm and sweet, and the kiss had seared him to his very bones, so much that his dick had turned as hard as stone in his jeans and he knew if hed stayed, hed have done something very, very wrong.
Shelby was too nice for his brand of wicked.
And now she was legal. Very legal. With those big green eyes, thick brown curls with a hint of honey and sunshine spilling past her shoulders, all those curves and that spark in her eye, she made him think of hot, wet kisses in the night, and things men wanted to do to women who roused them to the point of madness. Long, slow sex. Fast, hard sex.
When hed touched her, the past rushed back like a tornado. Her skin felt warm and soft as satin, and her mouth...
Nick pushed Shelby out of his mind. Tomorrow was the funeral, and then hed be gone again, this time never coming back. Hed never return to Shelby or the ranch. Odd, hed thought the old man would live forever, for Silas Anderson was one tough bastard.
Not too tough for the pneumonia that rattled his lungs and ultimately claimed him.
Nick parked his Harley in the curved driveway of the two-story white farmhouse and adjusted his backpack. Two elegant carriage lights tastefully accented the front porch, with its rows of white wicker rocking chairs and baskets of flowers. House...? Hell, this was a mansion compared to some places hed slept.
He whistled. When hed left, last time for good, the farmhouse had weathered paint, finicky plumbing and heat, and wood floorboards that creaked when you tried to sneak up the stairs. This kind of renovating took plenty of money. He knew, too, because over the past year since hed left the teams, hed found odd jobs doing construction and flipping houses.
His gut curling into a knot, he walked up to the double doors with the half-moon windows above them and rang the silver bell. Soft chimes sounded inside. Even the doorbell had changed from the sharp, annoying buzzer. He half expected a butler named Jeeves to open the door.
Instead, his cousin Dan did, and stood for a moment silently assessing him. Nick did the same. Five years older than Nick, Dan looked a little thicker around the waist than last time, and there were threads of silver in his dark hair. No welcome in his blue eyes, either. Once theyd been close. No longer. Not since the day Nick packed all his things and left for good. Abandoning the family, Dan had called it.
Survival, Nick termed it.
In a starched white shirt, black trousers and polished loafers, Dan looked more like a banker than a cowboy. Nick became aware of his shabby jeans, the faded black T-shirt beneath his collared chambray work shirt.
Hi, Dan. Good to see you.
Nick. Youre here, finally.
Dan engulfed him in a hug that felt stiffer than a new board. Nick hugged him back a little more enthusiastically. He wasnt going to be a jerk, even if Dan wasnt exactly rolling out the welcome mat.
Come on in. You can hang your things in the hall closet. Felicity doesnt like jackets strewn about the house.
Nick shrugged out of the frayed backpack containing all his worldly goods and then removed his leather jacket, placing it on a padded hanger in the closet. A black Stetson with a turquoise band sat on a shelf. Nick removed it and stroked a thumb along the brim.
I remember this well, he mused. Bought it at a rodeo when I was sixteen.
The remark made Dan thaw a bit. You used to wear it in school.
Nick grinned. Wonder if my head has shrunk since then.
Dans smile faded. Felicity doesnt like hats worn inside the house. But you can take it with you upstairs to your room and wear it on the ranch. Come, Ill introduce you to my wife and children.
The hallway was lined with white marble, and elegant framed paintings hung on the cream walls. The entry to this house wasnt stacked with boots caked with mud and horse droppings. The antiseptic atmosphere made him feel as if he should have wiped his feet more before entering.
Dan led him into a living room with overstuffed brown leather furniture, a stone fireplace and gold lamps. A pretty but brittle blond woman dressed in a severe navy-blue dress was perched on the edge of the sofa. Next to her were two young boys with buzzed-cut brown hair dressed in neatly pressed trousers and white shirts.
Dan introduced the woman as his wife, Felicity, and their two sons, Mason, eight, and Miles, six. The little boys looked solemn.
Nick shook Felicitys hand, which felt as damp and listless as the Southern heat. He sat on the leather chair opposite them.
Thanks for letting me bunk here tonight, he told her.
She gave a desultory wave of one hand. It is your home as well, Nicolas.
Dan stood by the sofa, as stiff as his starched shirt. Did you eat dinner yet, Nick?
I ate at the Bucking Bronc earlier. Didnt want to impose.
Felicity seemed to sit even straighter. It is no imposition. We already ate, but there are leftovers. Breakfast will be ready at seven oclock sharp tomorrow. The funeral home requests family be there at nine thirty. We arranged to have two limousines. You may ride in one, unless you would rather provide your own transportation.
I have my bike, he offered.
Her nostrils flared in apparent distaste. You may ride in the second car, then. We expect promptness and we must respect the funeral directors wishes. The services will begin at eleven sharp. We have a few house rules. No shouting, running, hats worn inside the house or jeans at the dinner table. We dress for dinner, which is six oclock sharp. Boots with spurs are worn outside only.
With all this sharp grating sharply on his last nerve, Nick wished hed booked a room at the local motel. Then he remembered there was a country-music convention in town and there were no rooms. Maybe the barn. Might be a tad warmer sleeping with the horses than in this cold house.
He glanced at the dusty Western boots on his feet. This is still a farm, right, Felicity?
Felicity blinked. Of course it is. But we are civilized people, and we must adhere to the rules in order to act as civilized people, not wild hooligans.
A dull flush crept up his neck. Damn if she didnt sound like old Silas himself, with the rules and the hooligan accusation. Maybe the old man had rubbed off on her. Or hed died earlier and his ghost possessed this woman.
I wont be much in your way. He gave her a pointed look. After the funeral, Im gone.
Hed think the idea would have pleased her. Instead, she kept twisting her hands together. What was wrong with this woman?
Wheres Timmy? he asked. I saw Shelby at the restaurant and she said youre babysitting.
Felicity sat straighter. Hes downstairs in the recreation room.
Recreation room? Dollar signs began pinging in his head. He wondered how much money Silas had sunk into this house. Unease gripped him. The old man had always been frugal, but this house cost money. Maybe the rumors hed heard of the ranch being in debt were more than rumors.
Not your problem.
Dan stood and gestured to him. Ill show you to your room.
He thanked Felicity again, and followed Dan up the sweeping staircase to the second-floor landing, his boot heels stomping firmly on each step.
At the hallways end, Dan opened a door. Nick blinked. Once this had been his room. No longer.
The bedroom had been converted to a guest room with a white queen-size bed, a pink ruffled spread, pink walls, white girlish furniture and a white rocking chair with bright pink cushions by the window. Nick gave a rueful shrug.
Felicity thought you might like to be in your old room. Dan shoved his hands into his pockets. Except we did some redecorating, thinking youd never come home again.
No worries, he said easily. Im not staying long and Ive stayed in worse places. Maybe not as pink, though.
Dan flashed a brief smile at the joke as Nick dumped his pack on the white carpeted floor.
Bathroom is through that door. Dan pointed to a connecting door. No one else is on this floor, so you dont have to worry about interruptions.
Just my boots, Nick joked.
Dan jammed a hand through his short hair. Ah, about the boots, dont worry about it. Felicity makes the rules mainly for the staff, who come into the house to use the office downstairs. Not family.
Am I still family? The question hovered on the tip of his mouth, but he only nodded.
Wheres Jake? he asked.
Hes at his girlfriends, but will meet us at the funeral home.
Lucky bastard. Maybe his girlfriend had a spare room for Nick. A room with less frills and less Pepto-Bismol decor.
Ill need a suit for the funeral, Nick told him.
Already taken care of. You can wear one of Jakesyoure about the same size. Felicity hung it in this closet.
As his cousin made to leave, Nick sat down on the pink chair. He was twenty-nine now, no longer the rebellious teen who looked up to his older relative for advice. Stay a minute, Dan. Tell me whats been going on. All I heard was rumors about the ranch having financial trouble.
Dan stood by the bed. Theres been a lot thats happened since you left, Nick. Maybe if you had stuck around, if you had cared enough, things would be different.
Tension squeezed his guts. Once he and Dan had been close. No longer, for the cold anger flaring in his cousins eyes told him everything. I couldnt.
No use getting into the past, how Silas had browbeat him until Nick felt smothered, and how if he hadnt left, hed have either turned into a ghost of himself, or hed have gone mad. The old man had kicked him out when he was only sixteen, telling him to learn to straighten out and you can return.
Nick survived six months being homeless, living by his wits, until the bitter cold weather drove him back, humiliated and ashamed, to his father. He remained at home another three years and then joined the navy.
No one knew the real reason he stuck it out. He preferred to keep that reason private.
Still, Dan should know his decision wasnt capricious. You remember that day when I was fourteen and I found the puppy by the roadside? How I begged Silas to keep it?
His cousin nodded. Always thought it was a bad deal that the dog was so sick you had to put it down. Tough call, but Silas said it was for the best.
Nick gave his cousin a level look. The dog was fine. I secretly brought him over to the vet to have him checked over. He didnt need anything more than a deworming, Dan. Silas wanted me to shoot it because he said I needed to grow a set of real balls, and not get all female over a damn stray dog.
Dan blanched. Silas would never do that.
Nick gave a grim smile. Oh, he would never do that to you. But me, he did crap like that all the time. Guess youll never understand. But before you go judging me for leaving here, understand I had my reasons.
His cousin looked away, but not before Nick caught a flash of guilt on his face. Silas could be tough, yeah. But if he didnt take us in after my dad died, wed have been really bad off, Nick. I guess thats why I could forgive anything he did.
You had your reasons for staying, just as I had mine for leaving. Nick stood and went to his pack, then unzipped it. Thanks for letting me stay here.
Dan started for the door. Like Felicity said, its your home, too. Ill be downstairs if you need anything. Make sure to lock your window before you go to sleep.
Lock his window on the second floor? Nick looked up, but his cousin was gone.
Nick went to the closet and opened the door. A black silk suit hung there, the dry-cleaning plastic still encasing it. He tore off the plastic and then tried on the suit. A little tight around the shoulders, but it would suffice.
He hung it up and then went into the adjoining bathroom to shower. When he emerged, in clean jeans and a gray T-shirt, the two boys stood in the doorway. Nick waved them in. They entered, their big blue eyes wide.
They watched him as he unpacked and rummaged through his clothing.
Daddy says youre a hero. Youre a Navy SEAL, Mason said.
Hero? The thought soured him, even as he appreciated his cousins compliment.
I was a Navy SEAL. Nick hung a hat on the beds post.
Mommy doesnt like hats on the bed, Miles informed him.
Wonder if Mommy likes anything on the bed, he thought, and sighed. The boys stood opposite him, so stiff that they resembled wooden bookends.
He wasnt good with kids, except his best friend Coopers family, and these boys looked too wary, too uncertain of this stranger in their home.
Their home, not his.
Nick dug into his knapsack. He removed his one good white shirt, wondering if Felicity had an iron he could borrow. Judging from the womans attitude, she probably kept a dozen.
The gun case was stashed at the bottom. He removed it and stared at the pistol encased within.
Hed have to keep his SIG Sauer locked up and wondered if Silas still kept his shotguns and rifles in the downstairs study. Ah, hell.
Bracing his hands on his knees, he felt a bout of piercing grief at what had been lost between himself and the old man. Silas had taught him how to shoot when Nick was ten. Took him hunting in the mountains, and had pride in his first kill.
The old man showed him how to be an expert marksman. Insisted he take care of his weapons, clean them and make sure they were locked up, away from curious fingers.
It was one of the few areas they had in common and didnt clash about.
Is that a gun? Miles asked.
Nick nodded, replaced his sidearm in the backpack.
Can we see it? Mason said, his voice growing excited.