Tina Leonard - Triplets' Rodeo Man (10 page)

Change was going to happen to both of them eventually. On whose terms, he wasn't certain.

For now, he turned his truck toward the Morgan ranch.

Jack walked inside the house on the Morgan ranch, stunned to find his mother in the kitchen making cookies. He cleared his throat. “Hi.”

She turned, smiling when she saw him.
“Bonjour!”

He was uncomfortable with finding her in the house, much more than he'd thought he'd be.

“Moving in?” Gisella asked.

“I guess so.”

She began rolling dough. “I'm glad you're here. Your father needs to lose his bet.”

He blinked. Was that a friendly comment, or was she being antagonistic toward Josiah? “Why do you say that?”

She shrugged. “He wants to. He likes to think he's moving all of us around. Josiah is a stubborn man.”

He sat at the kitchen table, deciding that maybe it was time they had this conversation. “What's in it for you?”

“Me?” She glanced at him. “My kids.” She bobbed
her head up and down. “And I'll have to admit, I've long wanted a second chance with Josiah.”

Jack frowned. “He's planning to marry Sara, you know.”

“Oh, I didn't mean that kind of second chance. I like Sara. I'm glad they're getting married!” She washed her hands as she finished placing dough balls on the cookie sheet. “But I never felt good about leaving Josiah the way I did. So I jumped at the chance to come back on different terms than we had before.”

He was starting to get the picture. “You want redemption.”

“Of course I do. Don't you?” She looked at him curiously.

He didn't know if he could forgive this stranger standing in the kitchen enough to forget all the years he'd wondered why she left. “I'm sure I do,” he said carefully, knowing he was in much the same position as his mother, “but it goes both ways.”

“I can do no more than hope for reconciliation. I can't change the past.”

He didn't say anything, his silence an acknowledgment of her hopes. She was being very brave about returning home to a family she didn't know, and he realized he couldn't quite say the same about himself.

“I'm going to make the guesthouse my home,” she said. “You'll be able to live here, if you want to.”

“You don't have to do that,” he said quickly. “In fact, Cricket's leaving the draperies and doodads to you. This is your home.”

She shook her head. “The guesthouse is more space than I need. You, on the other hand, have a growing family. Unless you're planning on living in Fort Wylie.”

“I don't know what I'm planning.” Would Cricket move into this house with him when she had the babies? He didn't think she'd want to leave her mother, father, brother. Her tea shop. Her friends. He'd move there in a snap, but he didn't think Cricket would welcome that. Hadn't she just told him to shove off, in so many words? “I'm not planning anything,” he said, “because the mother of my children seems to think she should raise our children on her own.”

Gisella looked at him curiously. “I doubt she intends to keep you from your children.”

“No, but she doesn't intend for me to live under a roof with her, either.” Why was he telling his mother this? He hadn't planned to. It felt strange, out of place. And yet somehow comforting.

“It's a difficult thing you're both trying to do.” Gisella put some baked cookies onto a plate, then took some flour out of the cupboard. “Let me make you a crepe.”

“A crepe?” Was that the French version of comfort food? “You don't have to do that,” he said, stiffening against the idea of her trying to mother him. The time for that was long past. “Thanks, though.”

“A little powdered sugar,” she murmured, looking around in the cupboard. “Simple food, you know. When you were a boy, you loved my crepes.”

He frowned. “I don't remember.”

“Of course you do not. It was a very long time ago. Still, I remember.”

He suddenly realized how hard it had been on his mother to live with the memories of them growing up. She alone had held her memories, knowing that her children would not remember her, not much about her, anyway. He remembered some vague things, a flash of memory here, a sliver of laughter there.

“Look,” she said with delight, “my old crepe pan!”

She held up a small copper pan, her face joyful. It wasn't gleaming—he doubted anyone had polished—or used it—in years. A slight smile twisted his lips. He watched her look at the pan with delight, as if she remembered all the times she'd used it fondly, and sudden bittersweet nostalgia overwhelmed him. He had loved his mother. He had missed her fiercely.

He got up and enveloped her in his arms, giving her the embrace he should have given her when she'd returned. “I've missed you,” he said suddenly against the ache, and she laid her head against his chest for just a moment.

“When I left, I was taller than you,” she said. “You were a little boy, only eight years old. Now you are so much taller than me.”

“It's all right,” he said, feeling her pained sadness in her thin shoulders, even the bones in her back, as she seemed resigned to the dark-shadowed memories. “You're home now.”

“But I'm not forgiven,” she murmured.

He said, “You are by me, Mother,” and then he held
her as she wept the same tears he knew he would one day if he wasn't there every moment for his babies' tears, their laughter, their falls and their eventual flights from his own nest.

 

S
ETTLING AT THE RANCH
was part of the bargain, and now that Jack had chosen his course, he was determined to do it well. He moved into the main house as his mother had suggested, then arranged a meeting with his brothers to discuss the best options for making a living.

“I don't have a whole lot of time,” he said to Dane, Pete and Gabe as they all sat in the den of the home Josiah had envisioned as the place where the brothers would one day forge familial bonds. It hadn't happened, not the way their father had hoped, anyway, and yet still Jack felt closer to his brothers than he had in years.

“Hell, you'll think you have no time once those babies of yours are born,” Pete told him. “You're still a bachelor right now with time to spare. We're the ones with no time.”

“Sorry,” Jack said gruffly, handing out beers. “I didn't mean my time was short today. I meant that Cricket's going to give birth, and I need to make some viable plans for the old bank account.”

Dane grinned. “It's kind of funny to hear you talking like a family man.”

Jack grunted. “Laugh all you like. The gods are laughing, too. But I still need to figure out my finances. I didn't know if you guys were interested in doing anything around here.”

“Gisella owns the place now,” Gabe reminded him.

Jack nodded. “She gave us the free and clear to make the property our own. She said she'd like to see it become a useful and lively place. Apparently, her parents baked pies and grew vines for homemade wine, so she believes land should stay busy and productive.”

Pete looked at him. “We never met our grandparents. Are they still alive?”

“I don't know.” Nobody knew much about Gisella's family. “Guess you could ask her. And I suppose one day we should open up Pandora's box and read the letters she sent us over the years.” Jack frowned. “Not that I'm eager, but I sort of feel like we owe it to her.”

He felt a little sadder than he expected to over his father's confession about the letters. All the years he'd believed his mother hadn't cared enough to write, cared enough to remember them…him.

“I'm sort of surprised she'd care to return after what he did to her. It takes an awful lot of forgiveness to love someone who sabotages your relationship with your children,” Gabe said.

They digested that silently. Her return was too new for any of them to start examining the family tree. Jack certainly didn't want to stir up anything that might be painful to her. “Maybe she came back here because she had no one left in France.”

Dane shrugged. “Possibly. Anyway, baking's not a bad idea, but none of us bake anything anybody would want, and vines take time and water and real experience
that none of us have. We should probably stick to livestock, which we do know something about, if we're going to pick a family brand.”

“I heard some of you were thinking about breeding horses,” Jack said.

Gabe said, “I assume you need fast income.”

“True,” Jack said. “My window of opportunity is somewhat shorter than it used to be.”

“There's all those pecan trees,” Dane said thoughtfully.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “That's right.”

They sat silently, sipping their beers.

“The obvious answer might be to open a dude ranch, or even a bed-and-breakfast,” Pete said. “But I don't know if I've got the stomach for strangers.”

“Or the time,” Gabe said.

“Cricket parachutes,” Jack said, feeling the sudden need to have some sympathy from his brothers.

“No,” Pete said. “If we bring a business like that out here, the liability would be insane.”

Jack blinked. His brothers didn't seem surprised by his announcement at all. Why did he have to be the only one bothered by his woman's penchant for danger? “All I know is rodeo.”

“Here's a stupid idea,” Gabe said. “What about a haunted house?”

His brothers stared at him, their jaws slack for an instant.

“Why don't we just go all the way and open up an alien-sighting tourist attraction?” Pete asked, his tone
ironic. “Or a circus. We've got enough sideshows in this family.”

“Go ahead,” Dane said crossly, “we'll just finally confirm to everyone in Union Junction that we're all crazy as goats around here.”

“I
said
it was a crazy idea,” Gabe said, “but at least I threw out a suggestion. What have you guys got?”

“Okay,” Jack said, deciding to intervene before tempers flared. “Brainstorming's good. We need something that's—”

“Making money hand over fist doesn't seem to come easy to us,” Gabe said. “Maybe Pop didn't pass his golden touch along to us.”

They sat silently, considering the fact that maybe Pop was the only one among them who knew how to turn dirt into gold. “We haven't had any practice,” Jack said. “This is the first time we've ever tried to come up with a creative plan for fiscal benefit.”

“Which is scary when you consider that there are four of us trying to figure it out, and Pop did it on his own with four kids,” Dane said, not pleased. “Pete, you have an excuse if your brain is mush with four infants keeping you up at night, but the rest of us should be pretty sharp.”

Jack thought about his three on the way. He had to prove to Cricket that he was more than capable of being a good provider. “Who wants another beer?”

Without waiting for an answer, Jack got up and grabbed three more cans from the fridge, and another Coke for himself, and passed them around to his
brothers. “Hell, I don't even know where I'm going to live. No wonder I can't figure out what business I should run.”

Pete raised his brows. “You haven't talked Cricket into moving to Union Junction?”

“She doesn't want to leave her tea shop,” Jack told him. “She plans to open it soon, and said one of us needs to have steady employment.”

“Ouch,” Dane said.

“Yeah,” Jack said. “And she's got her family and friends there. She quit her church post, but I'm not sure if that will stick. Her doctor is there. All in all, I haven't been able to figure out a compelling reason to ask her to leave Fort Wylie.”

“You're not compelling enough?” Gabe asked, and his brothers grinned.

“And she hasn't invited you to move in with her,” Dane said, to which Jack shrugged.

“She's more practical than I, and pointed out that I'd forfeit a million dollars if I did move there. I'm only now beginning to process calling Pop on his bet. He thinks I have no plans to move to the ranch because of Mom. It's important to prove the old badger wrong.” He leaned back in the chair, letting the leather of his father's recliner suck him into its comfort. “Mom and I have been talking, so on that front improvement's being made. The four of us are sitting here together, so improvement's happening family-wise, just like Pop wanted. But Cricket says she doesn't want to see me for a while,” he admitted, his body sagging with defeat.

“So I'm back to square one there. I'm just trying to make something of myself so she'll want me.”

“It's not your finances holding you back,” Pete said. “Cricket's not that shallow. It has to be something else.”

“She says I overwhelm her,” Jack told his brothers. “She says she's not as independent when I'm around. I think she's annoyed that I won't quit rodeo when I insisted she give up jumping out of planes. We're sort of at an impasse.”