Love Inspired December 2014 - Box Set 1 of 2: A Rancher for Christmas\Her Montana Christmas\An Amish Christmas Journey\Yuletide Baby (20 page)

He unbuckled Violet and lifted her from the high chair. He hadn't expected Breezy to offer her help. What was he supposed to tell her, that he'd been looking for an excuse to get away from her for a few minutes? He hadn't expected her to tease, and he definitely hadn't expected to enjoy her company.

“You want to help out with the cattle?”

She looked a little unsure. “Well, maybe. I mean, is there a way I can help?”

“Have you ever lived on a ranch, Breezy?”

“My sister was raised on a ranch in Oklahoma.”

“But you, have
you
ever lived on a ranch?”

“I've seen cows.” She said it with a wink.

He held Violet close but he smiled at the woman opposite him. “You've seen cows but thought cheese came from a plant?”

“Okay, let's not mention that anymore, and I promise to never buy nondairy again.”

“Thank you. I can't even believe they had such a thing at the store in town. And we still have a few rules to cover.”

“Such as?” She had Rose in her arms and the little girl's eyes were droopy. Breezy kissed her cheek and stroked her hair, causing those droopy eyes to close and her head to nod. She'd be asleep in a few minutes. So would Violet.

He headed for the living room and she followed. “If you are here long enough to date, we don't bring dates home, or around the girls.”

“That's absurd. Are you planning to stay single until they're eighteen?”

He didn't like the question, and as he settled into a rocking chair with Violet he tried to ignore it. Bottom line was he wouldn't let a mother walk out on Violet and Rose. The twins had already lost enough.

Violet nodded off in his arms. Rose was already on the sofa, a blanket pulled up over her. He started to get out of the rocking chair with Violet but Breezy moved to take her from him, her blond hair falling forward. The silky strands brushed his arms as she lifted his niece. Their hands touched and he looked up to meet her gaze head-on.

The strangest feelings erupted as she moved away from him with Violet in her arms. It made him want to reach out to her, to know her better, to trust her.

He shook off those thoughts because they didn't make sense.

He watched as she carried Violet away from him, cradling her gently and then settling her on the opposite end of the sofa from her sister. He remained in the rocking chair, as she covered the little girl with a pink afghan. She kissed Violet's cheek and brushed her hair back from her face.

If she was going to leave, he hoped she left before the twins got used to her touch, to her softness.

“I'm going to the barn,” he said, heading for the front door. She didn't have a chance to question him. He didn't need more tangled-up emotions to deal with. He needed fresh air and a few minutes to clear his thoughts.

And a few rules for himself when it came to Breezy Hernandez.

Chapter Four

T
hursday morning, just a few days into this new life of hers, Breezy stepped outside with a cup of coffee. It was cool, crisp, but not cold. She breathed in the slightly frosty air as she settled in a rocking chair on the front porch. The land stretching forever in front of her was different than Oklahoma, yet similar. The terrain surrounding the house was flat with small trees; the leaves had turned and were falling. An old barn stood in the field, gray wood against a backdrop of a foggy morning. A short distance away the ground rose in rugged hills, also dotted with trees. She knew there was a lake not far from Martin's Crossing, and the creek that ran through this property emptied into that lake.

The sun rose, turning the frosty air to morning fog and touching everything in pinkish-gold. It made her think of faith, of believing in something other than herself. She'd tried, since she was little, to capture that faith.

Not just the faith, but what came with it. The sense of having purpose, of belonging, of Sunday dinners and laughing families.

She wanted that life. She wanted a home that would always be hers, with belongings that were hers. Maybe she wouldn't have to leave. Maybe she could fill this house with pictures and things she collected.

Her gaze drifted in the direction of the metal barn, a newer structure, part lean-to for cattle and part machine shed for farm equipment. Something was off. She tried to figure out what was different. And then she saw the cattle moving outside an open gate.

They definitely shouldn't be out. She would have to do something about the problem.

She set her cup down and slipped her feet into her slippers As she ran across the yard and then down the dirt track to the barn, she was struck with the realization that she didn't have a clue what she needed to do once she reached the cattle. Of course she knew she should put them back in the field. But exactly how did a person go about putting up a small herd of cattle?

As she ran she shouted and waved her arms. The cattle continued to drift, separating into several small groups. They were gigantic black beasts. One eyed her with a glare. She glared back.

“Back inside that gate, you wooly mammoths.” She waved her arms and ran at the animals.

For the most part they stood their ground. A few moved out of her way but definitely not toward the gate. Several dropped their heads to graze on winter-brown grass. One took several cautious steps in her direction.

She paused to watch, hopeful he wasn't going to charge her but not really positive. Time for a new tactic.

“Back in the field. If you please, Sir Loin.”

She shooed him with her hands. He shook his massive head. She started to run at him, slipping a little on the frosty grass.

“Listen, hamburger, I was giving you the benefit of the doubt when I thought you were a gentleman, now go.” She charged at him, waving her arms.

He snorted and took a few quick steps away from her before turning back to face her again. It clicked in her city-girl brain that she wasn't going to win a battle against a one-ton animal. Plus, she had nowhere to run. The small herd of cattle were between her and the barn. The house was a few hundred feet behind her. There were definitely no trees to climb.

Her legs suddenly grew a little shaky and she started to worry how much it would hurt to be trampled by a bull. He had turned his attention back to her. The other cows were grazing and moving away. Maybe she should have started with them because they definitely looked less aggressive.

Walk away, slow and easy.
It was the same advice she'd given herself on city streets at night when someone walked a little too closely behind her or came out of an alley looking for trouble. Never let them see your fear.

She started to walk, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he wasn't going to charge. He seemed content to watch. But as she moved toward the barn, she heard him moving. She looked back over her shoulder and he was trotting toward her, his head lowered.

“No!” She started to run.

Sharp barks and the sound of a horse's hooves broke through her fear-fogged brain. She saw the flash as a dog rushed past her, heard his warning barks, and then a horse moved next to her. She looked up, her entire body turning to jello as her heart tried to beat itself out of her chest.

Jake Martin smiled down at her and then he swung, with casual ease, from the saddle. He landed lightly on the ground, all six-plus-feet of him.

“Having some troubles, Miss Hernandez?”

“Oh, no, I just felt like playing with the cattle, Mr. Martin. They seemed lonely. I thought the bull would like to play fetch.”

“Yes.” He grinned. “Bulls do love to play fetch. I hate to ruin your fun, but what say we put your playmates back in the field and figure out how they got loose.”

“Good idea.” She peeked around his horse, a red-gold animal that was huge, because a man like Jake Martin needed a huge beast to ride.

The dog, a heeler, was having a great time circling the cattle and bringing them toward the gate.

“Why don't you wait inside the barn?” Jake pointed and she nodded in agreement, her insides settling now that he was there.

He swung back into the saddle and the horse spun in a tight half circle, going after a few cows that were making for the house and the yard. Breezy watched from the door of the barn, somewhat entranced by the beauty of it. Jake's horse seemed to obey with the slightest touch of his hands on the reins or his knees on its sides. The dog kept an eye on the cattle and an ear perked toward Jake, waiting for various commands.

Within minutes the cattle were back in the field and the gate was closed. Jake slid to the ground again and wrapped the reins around a post. The dog plopped down on the ground and proceeded to lick his paws.

Jake walked toward her, no longer smiling but giving the place a careful look. When he got to her, he peeked inside the barn.

“Have you been in there?”

She shook her head. “No. I was sitting on the porch with a cup of coffee when I saw that they were out and this door was open.”

“The door was open?” His brows came together and his eyes narrowed. “You haven't been out here at all?”

“No, of course not.”

“I'm sorry, I'm not accusing you, just trying to figure things out. Stay out here.”

“No!”

He smiled, his features relaxing. “Chicken?”

“No, of course not. But why would I stay out here if you're going in there?”

He pushed the door open a little wider and motioned her inside. “By all means, be my guest.”

She stepped inside the hazy, dark interior of the barn. Jake was right behind her, his arm brushing hers as he stepped around her. Without a word he headed down the center aisle for the open door at the other end.

“You haven't seen anyone? Any cars? Any sounds last night?”

“Nothing.”

He slowed as he reached the open door. For the first time she felt a sliver of fear. It shivered up her spine as she stepped close to the wall. Jake eased close to the room and looked inside. And then he stepped through that door, leaving her somewhat alone.

“Is everything okay?” she whispered.

He stepped out of the room, shaking his head. “The office is ransacked. I'm not sure what anyone was hoping to find in there. But I'm going to call the police and file a report, just to be on the safe side.”

So much for her calm, peaceful existence in Martin's Crossing. Breezy sank with relief onto an overturned bucket and watched as Jake paced a short distance away from her. He spoke quietly on his cell phone, making it impossible to hear him. But she couldn't help wondering if he suspected her. Why wouldn't he? She'd showed up in town, the mysterious sister of Lawton Brooks. She was a woman who had lived on the streets. Her resume included panhandling, singing for change and an arrest record—although no charges were ever filed. Why wouldn't he suspect her? Most people did.

Even her sister Mia's husband, Slade, had been a little on the suspicious side when he first found her. He'd looked into her past and dug up what dirt he could find. He'd done it for Mia. Even bringing her to Oklahoma had been for Mia, not for Breezy.

It had worked out, though. And had given her a taste of what it was like to belong. It had only been a few days, but she wanted to belong in Martin's Crossing. Belong to a town with a small grocery store and neighbors who asked how she was doing.

Jake ended his call and walked back toward her. With his long, powerful strides he was there in a matter of steps. He kneeled next to her, bending those long legs and folding his arms over his knees. He pushed back the black cowboy hat and peered at her. He looked concerned.

She took a breath and waited.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course I am.” She made sure to smile as she said it. “Why wouldn't I be?”

His face split in a grin. “Well, you were almost toast out there with Johnny.”

“The bull's name is Johnny? How ridiculous.”

Eyebrows arched. “Really? What would you name him?”

She shook her head. “I thought perhaps Sir Loin. But then he didn't seem very chivalrous for a knight, so maybe Johnny is better.”

“He usually isn't aggressive, but he does like to play. And when a bull his size decides to play, that makes you the bouncy ball.”

“I'm glad you came along when you did.”

“Me, too,” he replied. His voice was soft, like wind through the pines, and it undid her a tiny bit. “You're probably cold.”

She was cold. She'd been wearing yoga pants and a T-shirt when she'd gone on this wild adventure. And her slippers were soaked from the damp morning grass. As she considered her pathetic condition, he slipped off his jacket and eased it around her shoulders.

“This should help.”

Words failed her. The jacket smelled of Jake Martin, like pine, mountains in the fall and cold winter air. She wanted to bury her nose in the collar and inhale his scent. She wanted to tell him she didn't need his jacket. Without his jacket she was safe. Not tangled up with him, longing to be a part of something she'd never be a part of. In her experience, wanting always ended with disappointment. What she wanted was always taken from her or left behind when she moved on.

* * *

Jake watched as a train of emotions flickered across her face. He'd seen gratitude when he'd first put that coat around her, then he'd seen fear and maybe regret. He wished she wasn't so easy to read. She'd be less complicated if she could be as composed as she thought she was.

Breezy was poetry, classic novels and maybe the Bible, all rolled into one very open book. It was a book he thought he might like to read. In any other life but his own.

For Violet and Rose's sakes, he couldn't mess this up. He'd seen, even in their short introduction to Breezy, that the girls would need this woman in their lives. But he couldn't need her. His entire life was a juggling act. The ranch, his career, the twins, his family. One more thing might set the whole mess falling fast around him.

But he would handle the moments when she made him smile, made him laugh. He was selfish that way.

“Do you want to go back to the house?” he asked, needing to get past whatever vibrated in the air between them.

She shook her head; he'd known she would. “I'm cold, but I'm not going to faint or fall apart, Martin.”

He smiled again. “I didn't begin to think you would, Hernandez.”

At that she actually smiled, and he saw her vulnerability slip away. She was strong again. Snuggled in his jacket that she would leave scented with her lavender-and-citrus fragrance.

“If you need to do something, go right ahead,” she offered. “I know you didn't come over here with the intention of rescuing me and then solving a mystery.”

“No, I came over to feed. To do that, I'll have to get the tractor and hook a round bale. I'll be gone in about fifteen minutes.”

“I haven't forgotten how to protect myself. I've been doing it a long time.”

He had no doubt she could protect herself. And he also knew that was her way of telling him she didn't need him to look after her. He walked away, taking a spare jacket that had been left inside the tack room and heading out the side door to the tractor. He climbed up into the big green-and-yellow machine and closed the door, blocking out the sounds and thoughts that were bombarding him this morning.

But one thought wouldn't be evaded. When was the last time anyone had looked out for Breezy? Had she ever been made to feel safe, to feel protected?

It wasn't his job, that role of protector. She did have a sister in Oklahoma. And she had made it clear that she relied on herself, her own abilities.

Jake had the twins, Samantha, Brody and sometimes Duke to watch over, to keep out of trouble and to protect. Lawton had put Breezy in his life but he hadn't made Jake her guardian.

With that settled in his mind, he drove out through the field with a round bale on the back of the tractor and cattle following behind him. He'd hired a kid to do this job but it hadn't worked out. James had been twenty-one and wanting to save up to go to welding school. After a week of taking care of things at Lawton's place, James had stopped showing up.

That left it to Jake. Maybe when Brody came home he'd help out. And Duke would do what he could.

As he headed back to the barn to park the tractor the county deputy was pulling up in his car. Mac the blue heeler greeted him, his stub tail wagging. Jake knew the deputy. They'd gone to school together a long time ago.

When he stepped back into the barn after parking the tractor, Deputy Aaron Mallard was in the office. Breezy stood in the doorway answering questions and apologizing because she really hadn't seen anything other than loose cattle and an open door.

The deputy nodded in greeting when he saw Jake. “Jake, been a while.”