A Montana Cowboy (14 page)

Cassie still had a hard time believing any of it. She'd thought Nicci would go to the ends of the earth for a man like Trace. Was he in pain that she couldn't bring herself to come and see where he'd lived? Even if he was certain a marriage with Nicci wouldn't work, his heart had to be aching.

She closed her eyes. His insistence that she continue to live in the house was out of the question. Cassie had made her plans and wouldn't change them. As for her brother, she didn't want to think about him coming home tomorrow. It was only a possibility that he'd killed Logan. Without proof, maybe they were all being too paranoid. The doctor wouldn't release Ned unless he felt the therapy and medications were working.

Cassie didn't like to think of her brother confined to a facility for the rest of his life if it wasn't absolutely necessary. Her parents had suffered over Ned for so many years. But when she remembered what he'd done to Jarod, and his cruelty to her and Logan, she shivered and refused to think about it.

For now she was happy to know that Trace had made peace with his past. Sam had to be euphoric that his long-lost son had found his way back home. While she lay there pondering this afternoon's unexpected events, she felt a flutter in her stomach. At first she thought it could be a hunger pain, but when it came again and again, she knew it was her baby moving.

Her heart leaped for joy. There was no other feeling like it. The sensation could be a butterfly's wing brushing against your skin, but on the inside. At her ultrasound, the doctor had told her she'd probably feel something pretty soon.

She felt beneath her top to put her hand against the bare skin of her tummy. For a few minutes she lay there absorbing the flutters that meant her daughter was alive and getting ready to be born. Pregnancy was a miracle. Full of hormones, she broke down sobbing in happy tears.

Just then Trace knocked on her door. “Cassie? Dinner's ready.”

She sniffed. “Thank you.”

“You sound different. I know I upset you.”

“I—I'll be there in a minute,” her voice faltered.

“Something's wrong. Are you in pain?”

“No.”

“I can hear you crying. If anything has happened to that baby because of me, I'd never forgive myself.”

“You don't understand.”

“Do you need a doctor?” He sounded panicked. “Whether you're decent or not, I'm coming in.”

Before she could get into a sitting position on the bed, he opened the door. One look at her lying there and he said, “I'm calling 9-1-1.”

“No—” she exclaimed. “I'm crying because I felt the baby move for the first time.”

In an instant the lines in his face disappeared. “You did?”

She nodded. “It's beyond incredible. I was so afraid something was wrong because I'm almost twenty-two weeks along and should have felt movement by now. But I'm getting lots of it at the moment.”

He stood in the doorway watching her. “What does it feel like?” When she told him, the most tender smile she'd ever seen broke out on his face. “I'm not often around a pregnant woman.”

Cassie smiled. “Being a former Ace, why doesn't that surprise me?” Motivated by a force she hardly understood herself, she told him to come over to the bed. “Give me your hand.” He hunkered down so she could place it against her belly. Their faces weren't that far apart. “Just wait a minute and you'll feel it.” Their eyes studied each other. “She senses a male presence.”

“You think she knows the difference?”

“Not only your touch, but your voice. She heard it when I showed you her first photograph. Move your hand a little. Maybe that will stimulate her.”

Trace's touch was stimulating Cassie so much, she could hardly breathe. “There—did you feel that?”

A look of wonder broke out on his face. “Like the merest whisper.”

“That's exactly what it's like.”

Another minute of amazing sensations they could both feel passed before he suddenly took his hand away and got to his feet, breaking the intimacy they'd shared. “Thank you, Cassie. That's one experience I'll never forget.”

* * *

B
OMBARDED
BY
NEW
EMOTIONS
, Trace strode through the house and out the back door to get a grip while he put the horses in the barn. Since seeing the sonogram, he'd almost felt as if he was the father of Cassie's baby. For those precious moments just now, he'd forgotten he
wasn't
the father. Was there any woman alive sweeter than Cassie? More generous?

But in his line of vision Logan Dorney's face in the framed picture had stared back at him, bringing him to his senses. Naturally she kept his photograph on the table next to her bed. That was the first time he'd seen her husband. He was attractive and had a clean-cut look in the dressy Western shirt he'd worn for the picture.

Because of a fatal gunshot wound, the man would never see the fruition of his efforts in the garden. He would never see the little baby growing inside Cassie. He'd never hold his wife in his arms again.

When Trace had felt the evidence of new life inside Cassie, a primitive need had been born inside him to protect her and the baby at all cost.

She was on the phone in the kitchen when he went back inside a little later. He served up two plates of spaghetti with bread and butter. Knowing what her doctor said, he gave her ice water while he drank coffee. After she hung up, she joined him at the table to eat. The sparkle in her eyes was back.

“That was Avery. She called to plan a baby shower for me. When I told her your latest news, she was so thrilled she's decided to have a big barbecue on Saturday night. It will be your welcome-home party, plus a shower. She'll invite your father and Ellen and anyone else you'd like to be there.”

“Everyone I care about will already be on her list.” Starting with the gorgeous female seated across the table from him.

“So is Saturday night okay for you? You're supposed to let her know.”

He finished his coffee and pulled out his cell phone. “I'll call her now to thank her. I have no plans for Saturday night.”
I'm not going anywhere
.

* * *

T
HE
LIVING
ROOM
of the Corkin ranch house was packed. Everyone had turned out to welcome Trace home. After the feast out on the patio, Zane and Avery had assembled the crowd inside so Cassie could open her shower gifts.

“It's time for bed, Ryan.”

“I don't want to.”

“Come on, honey.” Sadie had already put her baby down with a bottle in the guest bedroom, but Zane's nephew was fighting going to sleep, not willing to miss out on the fun.

“Auntie Cassie?” He ran over to her. “Mommy says you and Trace are going to have a baby. I want to see all the presents.”

Trace was sitting across the room from her, but he didn't miss the blush that filled her cheeks. She'd worn an attractive khaki skirt with a cream-colored cotton knit sweater that blended with her golden-blond hair. “I'm having a baby, but Trace isn't the daddy.”

“How come?”

“You remember Logan?”

“Um, I think.”

Jarod saved the moment and swept him up in his arms. “Come on, Tiger. It's way past your bedtime.”

“I hope it's a boy like Cole,” he said over Jarod's shoulder.

“I'm afraid it's going to be a girl.”

“A girl—” He frowned, causing everyone to laugh, including Trace. “What's her name?”

“I haven't decided yet.”

Jarod carried him out of the room before he could say anything else. Trace loved it. He'd loved every moment of tonight and it wasn't over.

Avery and Liz started the gift giving. By the end of the evening, Cassie had everything she'd need for the well-dressed, well-equipped baby. By the time it was over, she was in tears. The guys cleaned up the mess before carrying everything to Trace's car. Pretty soon people were saying good-night.

While they'd been inside, a wind had started up that hadn't been present during the barbecue. The weatherman had forecast some rain, but it wouldn't hit until later. Cassie walked out of the house holding Ralph's arm while Connor held the other.

Trace's father and Ellen followed. They headed for Jarod's car, parked next to Trace's. “I wish your Grandpa Tyson had been here tonight.”

“So do I,” she murmured and kissed Ralph's cheek. “I'm so thankful you're alive and could be here. Thank you for your gift. To start a college fund for my daughter is beyond wonderful.”

“No one deserves it more, and I wouldn't have missed tonight for the world.” He flicked a glance to Trace, who was holding the front passenger door of Jarod's car open for him. “The good Lord brought you back to us, Trace. Now that you're home, be sure you take good care of my Cassie. She and her baby are mighty precious to me.”

Trace smiled at her. “I will if she'll let me.”

Ralph looked at her. “Of course you will. I don't want to hear about you living in town in some apartment. You stay put, young lady.” Jarod's exact words to Trace.

“I'm afraid she's a Bannock with a mind of her own,” Trace said when he could see Cassie was uncomfortable. She must have heard that a dozen times throughout the party.

“Don't you let her do it,” Ralph warned in a serious tone.

Connor exchanged a wordless message with Trace before helping his grandfather into the car. They were all aware Ned was home but no one more than Ralph, who feared for Cassie.

As Trace opened his own car door for her, his father gave her a hug. “You mind Ralph, Cassie. He knows what's good for you.”

“Thanks for the advice, Doc.”

His father shut her door, then hugged Trace hard before leading Ellen over to their car.

Trace waved to the others and got behind the wheel, anxious to be alone with Cassie. He hadn't known this kind of contentment in years. They didn't have far to go. The weather was definitely growing more blustery, adding to the excitement at the thought of the two of them being together in his house.

He glanced over at her. “Are you tired?”

“A little, but it was such a wonderful party I don't care.”

“That Ryan was the life of the party. Jarod and Sadie have their hands full with two children.”

“They do, and they love it. Little Cole, or Sun in His Hair, is absolutely adorable.”

“Just like your baby is going to be. I guess she can't be given a Crow name,” he teased.

“Only Jarod's offspring are entitled.”

“He always did love his Crow heritage. It's a shame he never got to know his mother.”

“I agree. But he has everything he wants now with Sadie and the children.”

Trace swallowed to get rid of the lump in his throat. “After tonight I think your child won't want for a single thing.”

“No.” He heard a big sigh. “Everyone was so generous, I don't know how to repay them.”

“They don't expect anything. All they want is for you to be happy and safe.”

“I know. I swear if one more person had told me to stay on your ranch...”

“Did their remarks upset you?”

She shook her head. “I have the dearest family and friends in the world. But they're so focused on me and what happened to Logan, they're not considering your situation.”

“I don't have one, Cassie. I'm eager to get started on some projects. It would be a relief to me if you were there doing the things you always do. I could keep a better eye on you after you get off work at the beauty shop. If you move to that apartment, everyone who attended the party will be checking up on you all the time, including me. Ralph knows what goes on in his son's household with Ned and he's worried enough to warn you to be careful.”

“That's what I'm afraid of, Trace. I don't want to be anyone's project.”

“If you stay with me, then everyone can get on with living.”

“But it's not fair to you. I'm a liability, and you're too much of a gentleman to admit it.”

He scoffed. “You couldn't be more wrong. If anything I'm the intruder in your world. You were getting along just fine until I came home. Don't you know I love getting up to the smell of strawberry jam? I'm crazy about your cooking. I like walking into a clean house and I sleep better knowing someone's in the house when I go to bed. Flying can be a lonely business and I've done it for a long time.”

“I've wondered about that.”

“Have you ever heard of Pauline Gower?”

“No.”

“She was a British pilot during WWII. She said that ‘to be alone in the air at night is to be very much alone...cut off from everything and everyone. Nothing's “familiar” any longer.'”

“Is that how you felt at times?”

“Exactly like that. Another of her quotes was right on. She said that ‘one feels rather like Alice in Wonderland after she has nibbled the toadstool that made her grow smaller—and like Alice, one hopes that the process will stop while there is still something left.”

“Sounds like she was a writer, too.”

“Yes.”

“Do you miss it? Flying I mean.”

“No. I didn't live for it like some pilots do. It provided an escape for me at a time when I was floundering. I wanted to get far away.”

“You weren't alone, Trace. I had those same feelings at a very young age and couldn't do anything about them until I went away to college. There was a time when I swore I'd never come back. If I hadn't met Logan on a visit, I'd be living somewhere else in the state.”

“Well I for one am glad you ended up right where you are.”

Trace left the highway and drove along the dirt road to the ranch house. He'd left the two outside lights on. Cassie's description of the little house in the woods came to mind. “With your painted shutters at this time of night, you'd think we'd stumbled on to the Hansel and Gretel house.”