Harlequin American Romance October 2013 Bundle: Twins Under the Christmas Tree\Big Sky Christmas\Her Wyoming Hero\A Rancher's Christmas (37 page)

Perhaps coming here for the first week of September rather than anytime in August had put them out, though they hadn't seemed to mind when she'd asked if she could change the dates. After the generosity of these marines, changing the dates to please her in-laws had embarrassed her terribly. When she got the opportunity, she would explain what had happened.

Still troubled by her thoughts, she saw a jet climb into one of the bluest skies she'd ever seen. With the Grand Teton in the background, the sight was magnificent beyond words. She watched until the plane was a mere speck before she sighed with relief. They were really here, delivered to the small town of seven thousand people. It wasn't just a dream.

She'd been living for this moment. From now on their future plans rested solely with her.

Suddenly she felt their host's piercing glance on her through the rearview mirror. She could almost believe he was reading her mind. “If you're hungry, say the word and we can stop for a bite to eat in Jackson. Otherwise dinner is served from five to eight in the dining room of the main ranch house.”

Anyone watching or listening would think he was being perfectly polite. He was, but behind his benign suggestion she still sensed he had reservations about her.

“I don't want to eat,” Andy muttered to her before he turned and hunched against the door.

Kit didn't know if their host had heard him or not. Her son had completely forgotten his manners. “Thank you for asking, but we had a meal before we landed so we're fine until later.”

“You don't even want something to drink?”

“No, thank you.”

He turned onto the main highway. “We'll be at the ranch in fifteen minutes. There'll be drinks and snacks in your cabin.”

“That sounds wonderful.” In order to shut his compelling image from her vision, she closed her eyes, but another cough from him reminded her he was still there. He must be getting over a cold.

The first stage in her plan had been accomplished. She and Andy were far away from Maine and her in-laws. Unfortunately she hadn't expected a complication like Mr. Livingston. Despite the fact that he seemed to have reservations about her, she'd already become aware of him as a man, a disturbing one. This
awareness
hadn't happened to her since before her marriage to Winn. She didn't like it.

Chemistry had been responsible for their ill-advised union. Of course she could never regret Andy, who was the joy of her existence, but she was ten years older now and knew better than to get carried away a second time.

Kit's one purpose in life was to make a new life for her and Andy. Beyond that she couldn't think.

Chapter Two

Ross hadn't known what to expect while he'd been waiting for the Wentworths inside the terminal. He'd spotted a nice-looking dark blond boy of about nine or ten, dressed in shorts and a collared shirt, emerge from the doors. When Ross saw the mother directly behind him with her dark hair styled in tousled waves, he let out a low whistle.

She might be close to thirty at this point, but he did have to admit that in her recent widowhood, she could have passed as a top model for a fashion magazine. He liked her pleated white pants and the chic, short-sleeved khaki blouse that tucked in at the waist. She looked polished and sophisticated. Her sex appeal stood out a mile, catching the eye of most of the males in her sight, including his.

Damn
if Charles Wentworth's daughter-in-law wasn't a knockout. Because of his own privileged background, he had a tendency to cast a jaded eye on women who thrived in a culture he'd found too shallow to tolerate.

The affluent society he'd grown up in was what had finally caused Ross to join the marines. A complete break from the life plan his father had mapped out for him was his only way out. He'd needed to get out, or his life wouldn't have been worth living. But his desire for a lifetime career in the military had come to an early end when he'd been discharged after six years of service because of his chronic cough.

Except to visit his parents after being released from Walter Reed Hospital in March, plus the monthly phone call home, he hadn't been near that world until today. By some strange quirk in the universe, it had fallen to him to be the personal host of this woman and her son.

Ross saw himself in Andy at that age and was haunted by it. The boy had grown up in the same kind of environment as Ross. Better than anyone else, he recognized a kid who could be corrupted by that kind of money and lifestyle. A child who was born to walk one path with no room for deviation.

But before he allowed past bitterness to overwhelm him, Ross needed to remember this mother and son had lost their husband and father. They'd come to the ranch at the guys' invitation and were his responsibility for the next week. Death came to every class of society, and they were still dealing with their grief.

Ross knew the usual tactics to win over a child the way Carson and Buck had done wouldn't work with Andy. It had been ingrained in this boy from infancy that he was superior to everyone else.

He came from an establishment fueled by money and power beyond most people's ability to imagine. Already he could see in the boy's eyes what an insufferable week he would have to spend in this back-of-beyond place. Ross would have to rely on his gut instinct to make any headway.

Once he turned onto the road leading into the ranch, he pointed out the ranch managers' complex with homes and bunkhouses, the machinery and hay shed, the calving barn, the horse barn and corrals. Maybe the boy was listening, maybe not.

“Oh, Andy. Look how beautiful it is here with the river and the pines, honey. I'm reminded of a Disney cartoon where everything in nature is so perfect. Don't you think it looks like a peaceful little city immaculately laid out with the forest on one side and the Tetons standing guard on the other?”

To Ross's surprise her words echoed his own thoughts the first time he'd laid eyes on Carson's ranch.

Still no response from Andy, who looked and acted miserable.

“That's the main ranch house on the right. The cabins are farther on.” Ross coughed again and kept driving until he came to the one reserved for them. As he pulled up to the front steps, she opened the door and got out to look around.

“We're surrounded with sage!” she exclaimed. “It's a heavenly smell.”

“I agree,” Ross muttered, confused by her reactions. Instead of a blasé view of everything topped off with a patronizing nod, she reminded him of a child who took delight in what she saw. If she was pretending to be something she wasn't, he'd be hard-pressed to prove it.

Andy climbed out his side of the Jeep. For the first time he looked at Ross. “How come you cough so much?”

“Andy!”
she cried in embarrassment.

Contact at last. “It's all right, Mrs. Wentworth, a perfectly normal question. I'm not sick in the way you might think, Andy. My partners and I picked up a cough in Afghanistan from breathing bad air, the contaminants of war. You can't get it from being around me. Today it's a little worse because there's some smoke in the air from a forest fire. Smoke is our enemy. We always keep oxygen around to breathe in case it gets bad.”

Andy studied him for a minute without saying anything. Mrs. Wentworth's exquisite sea-green eyes fringed with black lashes sought his. “Will you get better?” She sounded as if she really wanted to know.

“Maybe.”

“In other words, you might never recover completely. I'm so sorry.”

Ross shook his head, taken back by her seeming sincerity. “We're fine.”

He transferred his gaze to Andy who was still eyeing him. “If anyone's sorry, we are for what happened to your father. He was a very brave marine who made himself a decoy under heavy fire and saved eight lives. I'm sure you've already been told the circumstances, but it bears repeating.

“Hold that knowledge to you, Andy. Not every person born on this earth has a dad like yours, who was willing to give his life for his friends and country. What he did was remarkable. None of us will ever forget. It's an honor to meet his son. If you'll let us, we'd love to show you a good time while you're here. Tomorrow I'll take you riding if you want.”

If Ross didn't miss his guess, the boy's light gray eyes grew suspiciously bright before he looked down. Illness and death seemed to be the only two areas that had reached him so far. “You must be tired. I'll take in your luggage so you can get settled.” He opened the back of the Jeep to get their bags.

“Come on, Andy. Let's help.” She grabbed a case and handed it to him, then reached for one for herself. She kept surprising Ross. He took the other one and went up the steps first to open the cabin door.

“I love it!” she announced once they were inside. “Yellow and white are my favorite colors. This place is charming, Mr. Livingston. We're going to be so happy here, aren't we, Andy?”

Ross didn't expect him to answer, and the boy didn't disappoint him.

“There are two bedrooms.” They followed him past the front room to the hallway. “The bathroom is behind that door. Which room would you like, Andy?” One room had a queen-size bed, the other contained twin beds.

“I guess that one.” He meant the one on the right with the two beds.

“Good.” Ross set down the case.

His mother joined them and lowered her case to the floor. “This cozy room will be perfect for both of us. We'll figure everything out later. Let's go check out the snacks.”

Andy put the other suitcase down and gave his mother a startled glance before they all moved to the other room. “We're going to sleep in the same room?”

“Why not? We don't ever get to do it at home. I think it will be fun. We'll read stories to each other.” She walked over to the table near the minifridge. “What's in these little pouches?”

“Pine nuts gathered on the ranch.”

She smiled at Ross before putting a couple in her mouth. “Umm...nummy. Here, honey. Try some. Put out your hand.” When Andy did her bidding, she poured a few in his palm, then she turned to Ross. “What about you?”

How could he say no? He didn't like admitting it, but she had a disarming way about her. “Thank you.” He tossed back a few. “Just so you know, the maids come in daily to do housekeeping. If you need wash done, put it in the laundry bag hanging on the bathroom door and they'll return your clothes before evening.”

“Talk about being pampered,” she murmured. Just as he was thinking what a statement for her to make when you considered her background, her cell phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket to check the caller ID. It wiped the smile from her face.

“Excuse me. I need to answer this.” She clicked on and said hello. After a minute she said, “I planned to call you, but we just walked in our cabin with Mr. Livingston.”

Another pause, then, “Yes. He's right here.” She called to Andy, who was looking in the minifridge. “Your grandfather wants to talk to you.”

“Do I have to?” he grumbled.

“I think you better.”

Andy didn't look happy about it, but he walked over and reached for the phone. “Hello?” There was more silence before he said, “It's a nice ranch. I guess we'll be going riding. Mr. Livingston's going to take us.” Whether that explanation was meant to satisfy his grandfather on some level or whether the idea of it actually sounded interesting to Andy, Ross didn't know yet.

“I'll be careful, but I've got to go now.” Another pause. “I will.” He hung up and whispered something to his mom.

Mother and son needed to be alone. Ross eyed them. “If you'll forgive me, I have an errand to run before dinner.” Because of the smoke in the air he needed to take his medicine. “The dining room will be open in an hour. Shall I come by for you in the Jeep, or would you like to walk and meet me there? We'll discuss an itinerary for you while we eat.”

“Oh, walk! Definitely.” She escorted him to the door where he stepped out on the porch. “Thank you for everything, Mr. Livingston.”

He detected a catch in her voice. His little talk to Andy would have affected her, too. She'd lost her husband, yet was trying to remain upbeat for her son. Ross admired that. Somehow her emotion had gotten under his skin. Facing her he said, “You're welcome, Mrs. Wentworth. Call me Ross.”

“I'm Kit.”

His brows lifted. “Is that your given name?”

“No. I was named Kathryn, but the grandmother who raised me after my parents died called me Kit and it stuck.”

Ross liked it. She was the antithesis of the woman he'd been expecting once he'd known her background. Despite his initial misgivings, there were a dozen questions he wanted to ask, but this wasn't the time.

“I'm sorry about Andy,” she said in a quiet voice.

“What do you mean?”

“He's been going through a bad time and knows better than to whisper in front of company. My father-in-law wants me to call him before I go to bed, that's all.”

She hadn't owed him an explanation. “Don't worry about it. I'll see you later then.” He climbed in the Jeep and took off without looking back.

After parking at the rear of the main ranch house, he entered the back door and strode swiftly down the hall to the stairs. He kept his medicine in his bathroom on the second floor.

“Hey, Ross?” At the sound of Willy's voice he swung around. “I saw you drive up when I was outside. You had a phone call that sounded important, if you know what I mean.” He handed him a piece of paper with a phone number on it with a wink.

Ross was afraid he did. “Thanks.” He took the stairs two at a time. When he reached the bedroom, he medicated himself and then lay down on the bed to find out who'd called him. It was Cindy. He needed to put an end to her hopes. She answered on the second ring.

“Hey, cowboy. Am I going to see you tonight?”

Cindy Lawrence had been a lot of fun, but the hungry kiss she'd given Ross last night had offered too much. He should have enjoyed it. The beautiful moonlit night, unusually warm, should have worked its magic. But if Ross hadn't known on the bar's dance floor that it would be the one and only hour he spent with her, he knew it now.

He'd made the mistake of asking the flirtatious waitress to do some line dancing with him because he hadn't wanted to go back to the ranch house last night until he was ready to crash. The upstairs of the house was too empty.

“Much as I'd like to drop in tonight, I won't be able to,” he said, trying to let her down gently. “A new family of a fallen marine just arrived in Jackson this afternoon. They're our guests on the dude ranch for a while and I'm in charge. Thanks for the dancing. It was fun.”

The eagerness faded from her voice. “In other words you're not coming back anytime soon.”

No. The attraction simply wasn't there. He'd been with a lot of women since coming to Wyoming, but so far all his relationships had been fleeting. “You never know. It's a busy time on the ranch. See you around, Cindy.”

Without wasting any more time, Ross phoned the oil company he'd been researching and arranged for a meeting on Monday out at the site. Then he hung up and set his watch alarm. The medicine was working on him, making him drowsy. He closed his eyes, realizing that when he was awakened in an hour, he'd be seeing Kit Wentworth again. The thought shouldn't matter to him, but somehow it did.

* * *

K
IT
WATCHED
HER
son go through the DVDs in the entertainment center. “Have you seen a movie you'd like to watch?” She got up from the kitchen table with a granola bar in her hand to look through the stack with him. The luxury of them being free like this had already gone to her head.

“How about
Up?
I know you haven't seen that one.” The grandparents had his life so regimented, he rarely found time to watch TV or films.

“No. That's a dumb kid's movie.”

“Dumb” had made up most of his vocabulary since he'd found out they were coming to the ranch. Kit had hoped a new adventure might put him in a little happier mood. But it was possible the few friends his grandparents allowed him to play with had said something negative about going to a dude ranch and he was only echoing their comments.

Kit's eyes took in the attractive surroundings. All the comforts of home were included in this small rectangular log cabin: a table and minifridge, a couch and upholstered chairs in front of the fireplace. After living in the Wentworth mausoleum, she loved its rustic simplicity and the lightness of the decor.