Lone Star Valentine (McCabe Multiples) (19 page)

She gazed into his eyes a long moment, then sobered and drew a breath, looking as if she had her own well of regrets to draw from.

She withdrew her hands from his and moved away.

“But upon reflection, I’ve realized you were right about the fact that we either knew how we felt about each other,” she admitted in a low, querulous voice, “or we didn’t.”

He swore inwardly, hoping like hell this wasn’t another breakup speech coming on. Especially since her turquoise eyes had started to fill with tears. Yet again.

Lily inhaled sharply. “And the truth of the matter is, I did.” She lifted her eyes to his. Stubborn. Afraid. Hopelessly magnetic. Her chin quavered even more, but she pushed on. “I just didn’t want to admit it.”

What the hell? Had he misjudged the situation this badly? He forced himself to hold on. Act as if everything could still be salvaged. “Why not?”

Lily swallowed, and the tears she’d been holding back spilled down her face. She let out a small heartfelt sob. “Because I was really afraid you might not love me back.”

* * *

G
ANNON
GAVE
HER
a quiet, assessing look. He closed the distance between them and took her in his arms. “Oh, Lily.” He lowered his head and kissed her tenderly. Then deeply.

Still holding her possessively, he lifted his head. Offered a solemn smile. “I’m sorry I ever gave you reason to feel that way. Because I do love you,” he said softly, “with all my heart.”

Lily’s heart leaped in her chest. “I love you, too, Gannon,” she breathed. “And I have for a very long time. Which is why I would never agree to date you before this.” She leaned into his touch, so happy to at last have the courage to confide in him. “Because it scared me to feel so deeply about someone else.” And she did love him. So very much...

He swept a hand down her spine, fitting them together, and searched her face, as if he couldn’t quite believe what she’d said. “And now you’re not afraid?” he asked gently.

She basked in the warmth and strength of him. “Not anymore. Which is why I was going to ask you for a Valentine’s Day do-over. And then propose that you and I embark on a long-distance relationship.”

He dragged in a breath, cutting her off before she could go on. “Actually, Lily, I’ve decided you were right about me never being happy settling for half of what I wanted, especially when it came to you.” His midnight-blue eyes darkened. “If I’m going to be with you, I have to be all in.” He held her as if he would never let her go. “Which is why I quit my job in Fort Worth this week.”

Lily blinked. “What!” She knew how hard he had worked to achieve partner.

“You—and Lucas—are here. My family ranch is here. And, as it happens, with Liz pregnant again—”

It was Lily’s turn to interrupt. “Liz and Travis are having another baby?”
How great for them!

Gannon nodded. “They need help handling all the business coming their way. So we’re forming a limited partnership.”

There was a big difference between being a small-town lawyer in rural Texas and a big-time attorney in Fort Worth. Lily studied him. “Oh, Gannon. I can’t believe you’d do this. All your hopes and dreams—“

“Are right here in Laramie,” he told her gruffly. “You and Lucas are all I want and need.”

Still looking a tad worried, Lily studied him closely. “You’re sure you’re one hundred percent okay with this?”

Gannon rubbed a thumb across her lower lip. “Very okay. Especially since my mom and I are doing a house swap.”

“A...what?”

“She’s going to be the new artist-in-residence at the Emmett Briscoe Museum in Fort Worth, starting next week. So she’s moving into my flat—which, with all its wide-open space and natural light, is perfect for her sculpting, by the way—and I’m moving back onto the ranch.”

Lily drew a breath and looked deep into his eyes. “That is a big change.”

“As you pointed out,” he said sincerely, his voice dropping to a husky timbre, “I’m a guy who’s either all in or all out. And I choose to be all in with you.”

She wrapped her arms about his neck and rested her head on his chest. “Oh, Gannon, I want to be all in with you, too.”

“Then it’s settled?” He threaded his hands through her hair and pressed a kiss to her temple. “You’ll be my valentine?”

The holiday had never meant more. Lily rose on tiptoe and kissed him deeply, evocatively, promising with all her heart and soul, “For now and forevermore...”

Epilogue

One year later

“Do you like this one, Mommy?” Lucas held up a cartoon valentine he had signed for a classmate.

Lily smiled at her son’s kindergarten handwriting. The letters were sort of off-kilter, but they were in the right order and legible enough to read. She smiled at him proudly. “I think it’s perfect.”

Lucas stuffed the card into the envelope. “How many more of them do I have to do?”

She counted the names of his classmates and subtracted the number he had already finished. “Just three.”

He licked the envelope. “And then I get to help you make cupcakes, too?”

As class homeroom mother, that was one of her duties. “You do.”

Gannon sauntered in, looking big and handsome and as sexy as could be. Wedding ring glinting on his finger, he plucked a chocolate kiss from the bowl on the table. “Yum!”

“Daddy!” Lucas scolded. “Those are for the party!”

“I know, which is why we should sample them to make sure they’re all okay,” Gannon teased, peeling off the tinfoil. “One for you.” He gave one to a wildly grinning Lucas. “One for Mommy.” He popped that one in Lily’s mouth. “Another one for the new baby in her tummy. And last but not least, one for me...”

Lucas squinted, thinking. Looking a little like the biological dad he still rarely saw or heard from but acting like the caring, confident father he had since happily claimed as his own. “Daddy, do babies like candy?”

“When they’re old enough to eat it.” Gannon ruffled Lucas’s hair, then bent down to kiss the top of his head. “When they’re little, they mostly just have milk.”

“Mommy, how long until the new baby comes?”

“Not until next September,” Lily said. Within days of her and Gannon’s very first wedding anniversary. “When you’re in first grade,” she explained.

Lucas nodded solemnly, readily accepting yet another change in his young life. “Well, when the baby gets here, I’ll make him—”

“Or her,” Lily added.

“—a valentine, too.”

“That’s a good idea,” she said, praising him.

Satisfied, Lucas went back to the final card.

Gannon pointed to the briefcase of work he’d brought in with him and handed Lily a message slip with a name and number. “Another couple agreed to mediation before they head to divorce court.”

Lily typed the contact information into the computer tablet that kept her organized at her new job at Cartwright, Anderson, Montgomery & McCabe. “I’ll call them and put it on my calendar.”

Gannon wrapped his arms around her. Hugging her tenderly, he stroked a hand through her hair. “You know, if you keep this up, settling everything out of court, you’re going to put the rest of us out of business.”

Lily chuckled. “You love it when things can be settled harmoniously.”

“I do.” His midnight-blue eyes gleamed mischievously. “And you know what I like even better?” He bussed the tip of her nose, and then her cheek. “Being in a joint law practice with you and me and Liz and Travis.”

“You know what I like?” Lucas chimed in, not to be outdone. He stood on his chair—so he would be nearly on par with them—puffed out his chest, and bellowed, “I like living on a ranch, with horses and cattle!”

Not long after they had married, Gannon had bought a small herd and hired their next-door neighbor, Clint McCulloch, to care for the herd, while Lily had overseen the sale of her house and the move into his. Now, with everyone well settled in work and school and family life, all that was left was preparing a nursery.

Well, that and celebrating Valentine’s Day.

Their second.

And one of many, many more to come.

* * * * *

Watch for the next book in Cathy Gillen Thacker’s
McCABE MULTIPLES
miniseries—

LONE STAR DADDY,

coming June 2015,

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Chapter One

The last place in the world Lacey Duggan expected to find herself was back at Crooked Valley Ranch.

It had only been a month since she’d shared the Christmas holiday with her brother Duke at the ranch they’d once called home. Those days were a lifetime ago. She’d never wanted to return to the small town of Gibson, Montana. Instead she’d made her life in Helena, working for the Department of Natural Resources and Conservation. She wasn’t a farmer, or even much of an outdoor girl. Her work for the department was spent in an office. It wasn’t that she didn’t care; she genuinely enjoyed working with grant proposals and budgets. She just didn’t need to be out there in hip waders or rubber boots doing all the digging around. The desk job suited her just fine.

Or at least it had. Past tense.

She stood on the porch of the main house, hesitating. All it would take was the slightest reach and she could open the door and step inside. But right now it seemed like too much to ask. The moment she did that was the moment she admitted every single aspect of her life had fallen apart. First it was the diagnosis that had killed her dreams. Then it was the divorce. She’d made it through both of those, holding on to what she had left—her job. Then came the kicker. The new budget had come down and her position had been made redundant. After six years in the same department, she was out of work.

And one-third owner of a ranch she didn’t want.

A gust of wind swirled up the steps and around the porch, icy cold on her legs. This was ridiculous. It was just a door. It signified nothing, really. Except that it was warm in there and cold out here. With a frown she reached for the knob, only to have it ripped out of her hand the moment she touched it. She stared blindly as the door opened and a large figure stood in the doorway, blocking her from entering.

Quinn Solomon.

Her hand was still stretched out, hanging in thin air as she looked up to see the ranch manager staring down at her. Quinn. Quinn with the startling blue eyes and broad shoulders and long legs and cute daughter—and a low opinion of Lacey Duggan.

“Are you coming in or are you going to stand there all day?”

His harsh voice interrupted her assessment and despite the cold she felt her cheeks heat. “Sorry...”

“We’re not paying to heat the outdoors. Get in here, you foolish woman.”

Her pride blistered as she obeyed, sliding past him into the warmth of the foyer. The house wasn’t huge but it was welcoming, and she dropped her purse on the floor and rubbed her arms a bit. Exactly how long had she stood out there?

She glanced up and met his probing gaze. “I didn’t expect you to be here,” she said, not meaning it to be an accusation, but it sounded like one just the same.

“I work here. My office is here. But don’t worry, Lacey. I’ll stay out of your way.”

“I didn’t mean it that way.” She sighed. Duke and Quinn were good friends now, and she was sure her brother had told the ranch manager all about her situation, which was humiliating enough. “Look, Quinn, I’m not that happy about being here, either.”

“I’m pretty sure I already knew that. So why
did
you come, Lacey?”

From the moment they’d met, he’d never beat around the bush with her. He always said exactly what was on his mind and she might have found that refreshing except that she was usually on the receiving end of a criticism. Her pride already smarting, she decided she’d meet bluntness with bluntness.

“The truth is, if I’d been wise and built up a better savings, I could have had cash flow to keep my place while I looked for another job. As it is, I had to cover my month’s rent with my last paycheck and my unemployment won’t kick in for another few weeks. My furniture is in my mom’s garage while I figure things out, and I already feel like a big fat failure, so you don’t have to go out of your way to exert your authority. I get it. You’re the boss.” She didn’t even mention the car repair that had cost her nearly a thousand dollars. A thousand bucks might have at least afforded her a buffer. She couldn’t seem to catch a break, and she’d die before going to Carter for money. She was pretty sure she was sick of the “throw good money after bad” speech.

He took a step closer, close enough that she could feel the warmth of his body emanating from beneath his plaid work shirt, smell the clean, fresh scent of his soap and see the particularly attractive bow shape to his lips. Determined, she stood her ground.

“This,” he said darkly, “has absolutely nothing to do with my authority but a hell of a lot to do with yours. You own one-third of this ranch, but you’ve made it clear that you hate it and that it’s a last resort for you. Forgive me if that doesn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy.”

“I didn’t mean it that way...”

He shook his head. “Yes, you did. And that’s fine. Let’s just not pretend it’s anything other than what it is. You need a place that’s free and Duke needs time to convince you to hang on to your third. My job? Is to run the place as if your family drama didn’t exist.”

She swallowed. He was absolutely right. Instead of appreciating the fact that she actually had an alternative, she was showing up with a big ol’ resentful chip on her shoulder. It just so happened that Quinn seemed to be able to get her back up without even trying. He had from the moment they’d met.

“I don’t want to keep you from your job, then,” she replied, mollified. “I’ll just get settled. And find Duke.” She didn’t know what would happen after that. She owned a third of Crooked Valley, but she knew absolutely nothing about running a ranch. What had her grandfather been thinking, anyway, leaving the place to the three of them? Duke had been in the Army when the will had been drafted, and Rylan...well, Rylan was never in one place for long. She supposed leaving the place to the three of them was the old man’s way of getting them on the ranch since he hadn’t succeeded in doing that when he was alive.

“Duke and Carrie are both out, moving the herd to a new pasture. They won’t be in until midafternoon.”

“Oh.”

“You’re a big girl. I’m sure you can find a way to amuse yourself. If you’ll excuse me...”

She stepped aside, took off her coat and hung it on a hook in the entry. Quinn, on the other hand, pulled on boots, a heavy jacket, hat and thick gloves. “You’ll find the door’s rarely locked here, Lacey. All you have to do is turn the knob and come in.”

It might have been a welcoming sort of sentiment if it hadn’t made her feel stupid and foolish. With a huff she turned her back on Quinn and walked away, heading towards the kitchen and main living room. A few moments later she heard the door open and close and she finally relaxed her shoulders. Good riddance.

She had to admit, the house was cozy, despite its size. The downstairs contained a huge kitchen, living room, formal dining room, and the ranch office as well as a half bath and large doors exiting onto a deck that offered a view of rolling hills and the mountains in the distance. Upstairs, as she’d learned at Christmas, were four large bedrooms. All of them were vacant at the moment, though at Christmas they’d been partially occupied by her mom and stepdad, David, and her brother Rylan who’d surprised everyone by showing up. And for one night, Quinn had shared another with his daughter, Amber, who was a total sweetheart.

Lacey wondered if it mattered which room she took as hers during her stay. It was just temporary; there was no question of this being permanent. Maybe Duke thought he’d be able to convince her to take on her share, but Lacey had a plan. Sort of. She was going to take a few days off to refresh herself, and then she was going to spruce up her résumé and start applying for positions. Surely someone needed a person with an accounting degree to do their accounts payable or something.

There were logs by the fireplace but it was unlit, so she took a few moments to set up some kindling and light a match. It took a while for the dry wood to catch, but when it did Lacey was pleased with herself. She’d check the fridge, maybe make some coffee or tea and chill in front of the fire for this afternoon. She added a stick of wood to the growing flames and wished she’d worn a thicker sweater. Which reminded her that she hadn’t brought in her bags...

A loud thump startled her, making her jump as she pressed her hand to her heart. The door opened down the hall, followed by stomping of feet and a general commotion. When she stepped around the corner, she saw two of her suitcases standing guard at the bottom of the stairs, and Quinn’s retreating back as he went to her car a second time, retrieving her last suitcase and an overnight bag.

She wished he’d just left it alone. She didn’t want to be beholden to him for anything. Ever.

He stomped in again and put down the bags. “Your hatchback was unlocked. I saw the bags through the window, and...”

“Thank you, Quinn. I was just going to get them. I appreciate you bringing them in.”

Her polite voice seemed to take him off guard and he stared at her for a moment. “You’re welcome.”

The civil exchange made for an uncomfortable silence between them. A log snapped on the fire and he raised his eyebrows. “You built a fire?”

“It was a little chilly in here. I thought I’d make some tea, get settled, that sort of thing.”

“Right.” He lifted a finger to his hat. “Well, I’ll be off. I’ll be in the horse barn if you need anything, and by the time I take off for the day, Duke will be back.”

“You have to pick up Amber at day care,” she supplied, smiling a little. It was hard not to smile when thinking about the little chatterbox—even if it did cause a pang of sadness in Lacey’s heart. It was totally unfair that Amber was left without a mother and Quinn without his wife. By all accounts, Marie Solomon had doted on her child and been a perfect mom. Something Lacey would never be.

“Yeah. Anyway, I’d better go. Work won’t do itself.”

She shut the door behind him, then scooted to the office window and watched him walk across the yard, long strides eating up the distance between the house and the barn. He’d touched his hat, such an old-fashioned, mannerly gesture, that she was momentarily nonplussed. She wasn’t sure they even made men like that anymore. Certainly Carter had never been like that. Not unless there’d been an audience, and then he’d been all chivalry and sweetness. But when they were alone? The walls went up between them again. By the time they’d divorced, she’d been relieved—even if she did still blame herself for how it all went wrong. She’d held on too tight, fought too hard and driven him away.

Then again, there was a limit to Quinn’s chivalry. He hadn’t offered to carry her bags upstairs, had he? Just put them inside the door and expected her to get on with it. She was glad. She was a big girl and could look after herself. Including making a few trips up and down stairs to transport her luggage.

She was huffing and puffing by the time the last bag was settled in what she assumed was the master bedroom. The heavy pine furniture was solid and sturdy, the quilt on the top she suspected was homemade—perhaps by her grandmother, Eileen? She was a little sad that she didn’t know, that the connection to the Duggan side of the family had faltered so much after Lacey’s father’s death. All in all, this was her new temporary home and she felt like a square peg in a round hole.

But she’d make the best of it. She always rallied after being kicked around, and this time was no different. She sat on the bed, fell back into the soft covers, and stared at the ceiling, wondering exactly where she should start.

* * *

Q
UINN
HAD
KNOWN
she was arriving today. He’d thought it would be later, that he’d finish his work in the house and be gone outside by the time she arrived and they could avoid that awkward first meeting. Lacey Duggan had every right to be at Crooked Valley—she owned a third of it.

It was the fact that she didn’t value it that got under his skin. She’d rather sell the place and be rid of it entirely. The only reason she hadn’t pushed for that solution to the inheritance dilemma left by her grandfather, Joe, was that Duke had come home first and wanted to make a go of it. The whole family looked at Duke as some hero...a military vet with a permanent hearing disability who stepped in when everything went wrong.

Quinn had been skeptical, but he’d liked Duke right away. Humble and not afraid to admit he didn’t know what he was doing. Willing to learn and work. Ready to lead.

But Lacey? That woman had waltzed in here at Thanksgiving and come right out and told Duke that he should unload the place. As if it and the people who worked it and loved it meant nothing.

Things had to be really desperate for her to agree to move in for a while.

He opened the front door to Sunshine Smiles Day Care and let his troubles drift away. It smelled like sugar cookies and fruit punch and there were happy squeals coming from the playroom. He smiled at the young woman at the front. “Hey, Melanie.”

“Hey, yourself. Amber’s helping clean up from after-school snacks. I’ll get her.”

His daughter was the light of his life. She attended preschool for half days and spent the balance of the day at the day care. There were times he felt guilty about the amount of time she spent with people other than a parent, but it couldn’t be helped. Being a single dad was a hard job. He’d had to get good at things like pigtails and bows. There’d been a lot of tears before he got a handle on the tiny elastics and learned how to make a bow so that the ribbons didn’t sag and droop. Marie had always done the little girly things. She’d known Amber’s favorite colors, foods and preferred toys, sang to her at night and read her favorite stories. It wasn’t that Quinn hadn’t been involved—of course he had. But Marie had been the anchor. The details person, the one who held them all together.

He still missed her every damn day. And not just for the details and day-to-day jobs he’d had to assume. He missed having someone to laugh with, missed hearing her breathing when she slept, her voice when she called out for him to do something, the way she ran her hands through his hair. He was damned lonely and struggling to get through every day.