Claiming the Rancher's Heart (2 page)

But how would she tell this nice guy that he wasn’t her type?

“I can’t get used to how flat the streets are,” she said, buying herself some time. “When Anna talked about her hometown, I pictured a town high in the mountains, not one in a valley.”

“It can be disappointing when things aren’t what we expect,” he said in an even tone.

“Not always.” Stacie’s gaze met his. “The unexpected can often be a pleasant surprise.”

They drove in silence for several seconds.

“Did you know I’m psychic?”

She shifted in the seat to face him. “You are?”

“My powers,” he continued, “are sending me a strong message.”

“What’s the message?” Stacie didn’t know much about paranormal stuff, but she was curious. “What are your powers telling you?”

“You really want to know?” Josh’s blue eyes looked almost black in the shadows of the truck’s cab.

“Absolutely,” Stacie said.

He stared unblinking. “They’re telling me you don’t want to be doing this.”

Stacie stilled, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe. She adjusted her seat belt, not wanting to be rude and agree, but hating to lie. “What makes you say that?”

“For starters, what you said about cowboys.” His smile took any censure from the words. “That, coupled with the look in your eye when you first saw me.”

Though he gave no indication she’d hurt his feelings, she knew she had, and her heart twisted at the realization. “You seem very nice,” she said softly. “It’s just that I’ve always been attracted to a different kind of man.”

His dark brows pulled together, and she could see the puzzlement in his eyes. “There’s more than one kind?”

“You know,” she stumbled over her words as she tried to explain. “Guys who like to shop and go to the theater. A metrosexual kind of guy.”

“You like feminine men?”

She laughed at the shock he tried so hard to hide. “Not feminine…just more sensitive.”

“And cowboys aren’t sensitive?”

“No, they aren’t,” Stacie said immediately, then paused. “Are they?”

“Not really.” Josh lifted a shoulder. “Not the ones I know, anyway.”

“That’s what I thought,” Stacie said with a sigh, wondering why she felt disappointed when the answer was just what she’d expected.

“So what you’re saying is this match stands no chance of success,” Josh said.

Stacie hesitated. To be fair, she should give him a shot. But wouldn’t that only postpone the inevitable? Still, there was something about this cowboy…

Cowboy.
The word hit her like a splash of cold water.

“No chance,” Stacie said firmly.

Josh’s gaze searched her face, and she could feel her cheeks heat beneath the probing glance.

“I appreciate the honesty,” he said at last, his face showing no emotion. “For a second I thought you might disagree. Crazy, huh?”

For a second she
had
been tempted to argue…until she’d come to her senses. Josh might be gentlemanly and have the bluest eyes she’d ever seen, but she could tell that they were too different.

“That doesn’t mean we can’t be friends,” Stacie said. “Of course, you probably have plenty of friends.”

“None as pretty as you,” he said. He cleared his throat and slowed the truck to a crawl as they entered the business district. “If you’re hungry we can grab a bite. Or I can show you the sites and give you some Sweet River history.”

Stacie pondered the options. She wasn’t in the mood to return to the house or to eat. Though Anna had given both her and Lauren a tour when they’d first moved to Sweet River, she didn’t remember much of the town’s history.

“Or I can take you home,” he added.

“Not home.” She immediately dismissed that option. Since they’d cleared the air, there was no reason they couldn’t enjoy the evening. “How about you do the tour-guide thing? Then, if we feel like it, we can eat.”

“Tour guide it is.”

They cruised slowly through the small business district with the windows down. She learned that the corner restaurant had once been a bank and that the food mart had been resurrected by a woman who’d moved back to Sweet River after her husband died. He gave an interesting and informative travelogue, interspersed with touches of humor and stories from the past.

“…and then Pastor Barbee told Anna he didn’t care if she dressed it like a baby—she couldn’t bring a lamb to church.”

Laughter bubbled up inside Stacie and spilled from her lips.

“I can’t believe Anna had a lamb for a pet.” She couldn’t keep a touch of envy from her voice. “My parents wouldn’t even let me have a dog.”

He looked at her in surprise. “You like dogs?”

“Love ’em.”

“Me, too.” He chuckled. “I better…I’ve got seven.”

Stacie raised a brow. “Seven?”

“Yep.”

She marveled that he could look so serious when telling such a tall tale.

“Wow, we have so much in common.” Stacie deliberately widened her eyes. “You have seven dogs. I have seven pink ostriches.”

Josh cast her a startled glance. “I’m serious.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Okay, one dog and six pups,” he clarified. “Bert, my blue heeler, had puppies eight weeks ago.”

He seemed sincere, but something still wasn’t making sense. “Did you say
Bert
had puppies?”

“Her given name is Birdie.” The look on his face told her what he thought of
that
name. “My mother chose it because Bert loves to chase anything with wings.”

Stacie laughed. “I bet they’re cute. The puppies, I mean.”

“Want to see them?”

She straightened in her seat. “Could I?”

“If you don’t mind a road trip,” he said in a casual tone. “My ranch is forty miles from here.”

He was letting her know that if she agreed, they’d be spending the rest of the day together. And he was giving her an out. But Stacie didn’t hesitate. She adored puppies. And she was enjoying this time with Josh.

“It’s a beautiful day,” Stacie said, not even glancing at the sky. “Perfect for a drive.”

“Don’t give me that,” he said, a smile returning to his face. “I’ve got your number. You don’t care about the drive. Or the weather. This is all about the dogs.”

“Nuh-uh.” Stacie tried to keep a straight face but couldn’t keep from laughing.

He did have her number. And she hoped this
was
all about the dogs. Because if it wasn’t, she was in big trouble.

He cast a sideways glance and found her staring wide-eyed, taking it all in. When her gaze lingered on the peeling paint, he fought the urge to explain that he had brushes and rollers and cans of exterior latex in the barn ready to go once he got the rest of the cattle moved. But he kept his mouth shut.

It didn’t matter what she thought of his home; it was his and he was proud of it. Situated on the edge of the Gallatin National Forest and nestled at the base of the Crazy Mountains, the land had been in his family for five generations. When he’d first brought Kristin here as a bride the house had been newly painted and remodeled. Still, she’d found fault.

“It’s so—” Stacie began, then stopped.

Shabby. Old. Isolated.
His mind automatically filled in the words his wife—ex-wife, he corrected himself—had hurled at him whenever they’d argued.

“Awesome.” Stacie gazed over the meadow east of the house, already blue with forget-me-nots. “Like your own little piece of paradise.”

Surprised, Josh exhaled the breath he didn’t realize he’d been holding.

“Oh-h.” Stacie squealed and leaned forward, resting her hands on the dash, her gaze focused on the short-haired dog, with hair so black it almost looked blue, streaking toward the truck. “Is that Bert?”

Josh smiled and pulled to a stop in front of the house. “That’s her.”

“I can’t wait to pet her.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Josh saw her reach for the door handle. Before she could push it open, he grabbed her arm. “Let me get the door.”

“That’s okay.” Stacie tugged at his firm grasp. “I’ll let you off being gentlemanly this once.”

“No.” Josh tightened his fingers around her arm. When her gaze dropped to the hand encircling her arm, he released his grip, knowing he had some quick explaining to do. “Bert can be territorial. You’re a stranger. I’m not sure how she’ll react to you.”

He didn’t want to scare Stacie, but last week the UPS man had stopped by and Bert had bared her teeth.

“Oh.” A startled look crossed Stacie’s face and she sank back in the seat. “Of course. I don’t know why that never occurred to me.”

“She’ll probably be fine,” he said a trifle gruffly, disturbed by the protective feelings rising in him. “I just don’t want to take any chances.”

A look of gratitude filled her eyes but he pretended not to notice. He pushed open the door and stepped from the truck. He didn’t need her thanks. He’d do this for any woman, including old Miss Parsons, who’d rapped his knuckles with a ruler in third grade. Yep, he’d do this for any female, not just for a pretty one that made him feel like a schoolboy again.

Josh shifted his attention to the predominantly black-and-gray-colored dog that stood at his feet, her white-tipped tail wagging wildly.

“Good girl.” He reached down and scratched Bert’s head. She’d been a birthday gift from his mother, six months before Kristin moved out. She’d never liked the dog. But then, by the time she left, Kristin hadn’t liked much of anything; not the ranch, the house or him.

“Can I get out now?”

Josh grinned at the impatient voice coming from the truck’s cab. Shoving aside thoughts of the past, he hurried to her door, Bert at his heels.

He paused and dropped his gaze to the dog. “Sit.”

Bert did as instructed, her intelligent, amber-colored eyes riveted to him, ears up, on full alert.

“Miss Summers is a friend, Bert,” Josh warned as he opened the passenger door. “Be good.”

Despite the warning, the hair on Bert’s neck and back rose as the brunette exited the vehicle. Josh moved between her and the dog.

“Nice doggie.” Stacie’s voice was low and calm as she slipped around him. She took a step forward and held out her hand. “Hello, Bert. I’m Stacie.”

Casting a look at Josh, Bert took a couple steps forward and cautiously sniffed Stacie’s outstretched hand. Then, to Josh’s surprise, Bert began to lick her fingers.

“Thank you, Birdie. I like you, too.” Stacie’s smile widened as the dog continued to lick her. “I can’t wait to see your babies. I bet they’re pretty, like their mama.”

Bert’s tail swished from side to side and Josh stared in amazement. For a woman who’d grown up without pets, Stacie certainly had a way with animals.

“Australian cattle dogs—that’s another name for blue heelers—are known for being smart and loyal. They’re great with livestock.” Josh paused. “Still, not many would call them pretty—”

“She’s
very
pretty.” Stacie bent over and clasped her hands over the dog’s ears, shooting Josh a warning look.

“My apologies.” Josh covered his smile with a hand. “Would you like to see the six smaller versions in the barn?”

“Are you crazy?” Stacie straightened and grabbed his hand. “Let’s go.”

Her hand felt small in his, but there was firmness in the grasp that bespoke an inner strength. When he’d discovered that he’d been matched with Anna’s friend from Denver, he’d wondered if Anna had monkeyed with the results.

He realized now that he and Stacie had more in common than he’d first thought. And he found himself liking this city girl. Of course that didn’t mean she was a good match.

He’d been with a city girl once. Fell in love with her. Married her. But he was smarter now. This time he’d keep his heart to himself.

Stacie took a sip of coffee and smiled at the exaggeration. She hadn’t spent the
entire
evening in the kitchen. They’d played with the puppies for the longest time. After that Josh had shown her all Bert’s tricks, including catching a Frisbee in midair. By then, they were both hungry and she’d offered to make dinner.

“I told you,” Stacie said, relishing the taste of the rich Columbian brew against her tongue. “Cooking is a hobby of mine. I love making something out of nothing.”

Josh lowered his fork to rest on his now-empty plate. “You’ve impressed me. That noodle thing with the sausage and peppers tasted like something I’d get in a restaurant.”

“And we didn’t even have to go out.” Stacie glanced around the modern country kitchen. After seeing the outside of the house, she’d been a bit apprehensive about the inside. But when Josh had ushered her through the front door and given her a tour, she’d been pleasantly surprised.

While the exterior needed some attention, the interior was up-to-date and exceptionally clean. When she’d complimented Josh on his tidiness, he sheepishly admitted that he had a housekeeper who came during the week to cook and clean.

“I’d have taken you out,” Josh said, his gaze meeting hers. “I hope you know that.”

“I do,” Stacie said. “But this was more fun.”

“I agree.” Josh smiled and the fine lines that fanned out from the corners of his eyes crinkled appealingly. He pushed back his chair. “How ’bout we take our coffee into the family room?”

Stacie rose. Her gaze lingered on the dishes in the sink before returning to the ones still on the table.

“Don’t even think about it.” He placed his hand in the small of her back and nudged her toward the doorway. “I’ll clean up later.”

Moments later, Stacie was sitting on a burgundy leather sofa listening to Josh finish his story about the fire that had threatened 180,000 acres several years earlier.

“I was fortunate,” Josh said. “The damage to my property was minimal. It could have been so much worse.”

Stacie studied the rugged cowboy who sat on the sofa a mere foot away from her. “You love it, don’t you?”

He tilted his head. “Love what?”

“The land. Your life here,” Stacie said. “I see it in your eyes. Hear it in your voice. This is your passion.”

“From the time I was small, all I’ve wanted to do was be a rancher.” His expression turned serious. “This land is part of me, and it will be part of my legacy.”

“What about your parents?” Stacie asked, realizing that up to this point they hadn’t discussed family at all. “Are they around?”

“They live in Sweet River,” Josh said. “My dad runs the bank. My mother is the director of nursing at the hospital.”

Bank? Hospital? “I thought you’d grown up on a ranch?”

“I did,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “But my father was never into it. As soon as I returned home from college, he turned the place over to me.”

“Sounds like the passion for the land skipped a generation,” Stacie said in a light tone.

Josh lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “It’s a great life, but definitely not for everyone.”

Stacie wished
her
family had the same attitude. Why couldn’t they understand that what worked for them didn’t work for her? That’s why she’d gone away to college and stayed in Denver after graduation rather than returning to Michigan. She wanted to find
her
passion,
her
purpose, not lead a life she hadn’t chosen.

A coyote howled in the distance, the eerie sound drifting in on the breeze through the screened patio door. Stacie shivered. “It’s so quiet out here…so isolated. Do you ever get lonely?”

“I have friends.” The smile that had hovered on the edge of his lips most of the evening disappeared and his shoulders stiffened. “I see my parents at least weekly.”

“But you live by yourself.” Stacie wasn’t sure why she was pressing the issue, but the answer somehow seemed important. “Almost an hour from civilization.”

“Sometimes I get lonely,” he said. “But when I have a family of my own, it’ll be different.”

“The solitude would drive me bonkers.” Stacie took a sip of coffee. “I need people. The more the merrier.”

“It’s important to know what you want and what you don’t.” Josh’s expression gave nothing away. “I need to find a woman who could be happy with this kind of life.”

“Cross me off that list,” Stacie said, keeping her tone light.

Josh’s gaze never left her face. “I’ve never been much for lists.”

Regardless of his obvious reluctance to hurt her feelings, she knew he’d made his decision, just like she’d made hers. No matter what the computer thought, she and Josh weren’t meant to ride together into the sunset.

She took another sip of coffee and gazed out the screen door, feeling a little sad at the thought. Which made absolutely no sense at all. “The good thing is we haven’t completed our first date and we already know it’s not going to work.”

“What’s so good about that?”

Didn’t he understand that she was doing her best to see the glass as half-full? “We don’t have to waste time—”

“Are you saying tonight was a waste?”

She exhaled an exasperated breath. “No, but—”

“I don’t think it was a waste at all,” he said. “I can’t remember the last time I’ve had this much fun or ate such a delicious meal.”

He smiled and her pulse skipped a beat. Yikes. She’d never thought a cowboy could be so sexy.

Stacie placed her cup on the coffee table. “I should be getting home.”

“Not yet.” Josh reached forward and gently touched her face, letting his finger glide along her jaw.

He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me. He’s going to kiss me.

The words ran through her head like a mantra. She told herself to pull away. To put some distance between them. To just say no. He was Anna’s friend, after all, and he was looking for someone special. But instead of moving back, she leaned into his caress, her body quivering with anticipation.

He moved closer. Then closer still. So close she could see the flecks of gold in his eyes and feel his breath upon her cheek. She was already anticipating the taste of his lips when he abruptly sat back, his hand dropping to his side. “This is a bad idea.”

Her heart dropped like a lead balloon and she felt like a child whose favorite toy had been snatched from her grasp.

For several heartbeats they simply looked at each other.

“You’re right.” Her pulse, which had stalled, began to thump like a bass drum. “It’s late. I should get home.”

When she stood he didn’t try to stop her. By the time she reached the front door, her heart had settled into a regular rhythm. She paused on the porch and took a deep breath of crisp mountain air, hoping it would clear her tangled thoughts. Darkness had fallen, but thanks to a brilliant moon and a sky filled with stars, she could see clearly.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bert racing across the yard toward her. Her spirits lifted and she stopped at the base of the porch steps to give the dog a goodbye hug. Bert reciprocated with a wet kiss to her cheek. She laughed and gave the animal another quick squeeze.

When she straightened, she found Josh staring.

“What can I say?” she said. “Animals love me.”

“Of course they do,” she thought she heard him mutter under his breath.

Though the truck in the drive was less than twenty feet away, the walk seemed to take forever. She quickly discovered that heeled sandals and a gravel drive weren’t a good combination. Not to mention that every time she took a step, Bert pushed against her, forcing her closer to Josh.

When they got to the pickup, Josh reached past her to open the passenger door. Stacie inhaled the spicy scent of his aftershave and a yearning to play “kiss the cowboy” returned.

But instead of giving into temptation, she stepped back, putting a more comfortable distance between them. She was congratulating herself on her good sense when sharp teeth sank into the back of her heel. She yelped and leapt forward, crashing against Josh’s broad chest.

His arms closed protectively around her and a look of concern blanketed his face. “What’s wrong?”

Stacie turned in his embrace to cast the dog a reproachful look. “Birdie bit the back of my foot.”

The animal cocked her head and swished her tail slowly. Her dark lips curved upward until it almost looked as if she were smiling.

“Nipping heels is one of the ways she herds cattle,” Josh said in an apologetic tone. “It’s her nature.”

“I don’t like that part of her nature.” Stacie wagged a finger at Bert. “Don’t do that again.”

The dog stared for a moment and then lifted a paw and proceeded to lick it.

“She’s sorry,” Josh said, a little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Yeah, right.” If Stacie didn’t know better she’d believe the animal had wanted her in Josh’s arms and had done what she could to make that happen.

“Nothing will ever hurt you,” Josh said, his eyes dark and intense. “Not on my watch.”

“Are you saying the cowboy will protect me against the big, bad dog?” she asked in a teasing tone.

“Most definitely.” His gaze drifted to her lips.

Though she knew she was playing with fire, Stacie slipped her arms around his neck, raking her fingers through his thick, wavy hair. “What I want to know is, who’s going to protect me against
you?
”

She wasn’t sure he heard the question. Because the words had barely left her lips when his mouth closed over hers.