Rancher at Risk (24 page)

“Yeah. I told you Billy was my pride, too.” He sighed. “But, Lianne, when I talked about the accident, I never said anything about what came after. When I couldn’t get anyone to explain what happened.” She needed to read his lips. He couldn’t look away. But he couldn’t meet her eyes.

He looked into the distance at the flashes of jagged light. “I wanted to find answers. A reason for the accident. And that need spread to everything I did.”

He told her about those first weeks, when he had walked around trying to get his job done but feeling as if he moved through a fog. About the months after that, when his fuse got shorter and his temper got hotter. “But I still couldn’t get answers to my questions. That wasn’t something I could control. Instead, I started trying to control everything around me.”

He told her about letting his frustration drive him, making him drive his wranglers, running them all into the ground so he wouldn’t have to face his empty house and the long hours of not knowing.

Beyond her, lightning flashed. He waited for the rumble of thunder. Waited for the sound to die away.

Then he told her the worst. That last week in Montana, when he’d sucker punched a drunken cowboy. When Caleb had given him the news about sending him to New Mexico.

He clenched his fists, rapped his knuckles against his knees. Talking with her about Billy the other night had felt natural. Necessary. Right. What he had to tell her now was necessary, too, but not natural to him. Not at all. “When Jan and Billy died, it felt like part of me went, too.”

She reached out to touch one of his fists. He turned his hand palm up and held her fingers, lightly but in the same underhand grip she had used to clutch the rope railing of the bridge.

“The part of me that was left didn’t want to come here, didn’t care what happened anymore. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of fixing things again.”

He met her eyes. “‘Things’ weren’t broken.
I
was. I hurt and needed to heal.” He tried to smile. “But I didn’t know that then. And as fate would have it, right when I most needed to fix something, you came along.”

“And as fate would have it, the last thing I wanted was someone who thought I needed to be fixed.” Her smile looked as sad as his had been.

“Tell me.”

“I had said to you once before I couldn’t fix being deaf, because I wasn’t broken. But that’s what some people think, no matter where I go. Either I’m too hearing to associate with the Deaf community, or I’m too deaf to make it in the hearing world.” She tried to smile again. “No matter what anyone thinks, I feel comfortable in both. Together, the two sides of me make me whole. But just lately I’d started to doubt myself.” Her eyes looked troubled, her face drawn. “I was trying to get that belief back again, and I couldn’t take any doubts from you.”

And he’d done everything wrong.

How could he explain?

Lightning crackled, illuminating the yard. Thunder boomed directly overhead.

She put her hand on her chest.

“You felt that?”

She nodded. “As if everything inside me shook. Did you feel it, too?”

“That same feeling, yes. But not right now. I felt it when you were on that bridge yesterday morning. I’ll admit, at first, finding out you were deaf played some part in why I wanted to watch over you. But that hasn’t been true for a long while. And it sure wasn’t true then. I was angry—damned angry—when you took off. I followed you because I wanted to look out for you. But
I
was the helpless one. When I saw you on that bridge—” he gestured with his free hand “—everything inside me shook. And that has nothing to do with what happened in Montana or with you being deaf. Nothing to do with anything but how I feel about you.” He ran his finger down her cheek. “I can’t help wanting to keep you safe, Lianne. My instincts make me want to take care of you.”

“Why?”

He smiled. “You know why. You told me yourself. It’s instinct to take care of those you love.” She said nothing. He felt that vibration inside him again.

Too little, too late.

But he wouldn’t give up. “I don’t want to fix you. I don’t want to control you—or anyone.” He rubbed his thumb across her fingers and then brought her hand up to kiss her palm. No fist now. No fighting him. He smiled. “I’m done fighting you, too. From now on I just want to love you.”

She stared at him, that unblinking gaze that seemed to see right into him. And she shook her head. “Two halves,” she said slowly, “don’t
always
make a whole.”

He frowned. “You’re saying because you’re deaf and I can hear, that’s enough to keep us from being together? I don’t agree with that.”

“We’re two different halves. We can get by without each other.”

“We can. But I say we don’t have to, if we want to work things out. If we love each other. What do you say?”

He waited.

Lightning flashed, already moving into the distance. Directly above them thunder gave a loud, menacing roll.

She rested her fingertips on her chest, but he didn’t reach to cover her hand with his. Everything inside him shook, but he didn’t feel the need to take control.

He waited again.

She stared him down, the way she’d done so many times before. “What exactly are you offering?”

“Me. Marriage. Family.”

“Children?”

“Yeah.” He swallowed hard. “You’ll have to take my word for it when I say I’m great with kids.”

“I believe you. But you remember what I told you about my family history? There’s a good chance our children would be born deaf. Are you willing to take that risk?”

He smiled, brushed his thumb across her temple and kissed away the tear on her cheek. “Yeah,” he said, finally, “I can handle it.”

She laughed, low and soft, that throaty sound he would always love.

* * * * *

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“The Callahans fight to win. They’d rather die than give an inch.
And there’s not an inch of quit in them.”

—Neighboring ranch owner Bode Jenkins, when asked by a reporter why the
Callahans simply didn’t move away from Rancho Diablo

Chapter One

Jace Chacon Callahan stared back at the petite fireball glaring at him. Sawyer Cash was his nemesis, his nightmare, the one woman that could keep him awake at night, racked by desire. Her killer body and haunting smile stayed lodged in his never-at-rest brain. And now here she was, red hair aflame and blue eyes focused, oblivious to the fact that his mind was never quite free of her. “
You’re
the bidder who won me at the Christmas ball?” Jace demanded.

Sawyer shrugged. “Don’t freak out about it. Someone had to bid on you. I was just trying to contribute to your aunt Fiona’s charity. Are we going to do this thing or not?”

He seemed to be locked in place, thunderstruck. For starters, Sawyer was telling a whopper of a fib. There’d been plenty of ladies bidding a few weeks ago for the chance of winning a dinner date with a Callahan bachelor, which happened to be him.

But what had him completely poleaxed was that the little darling who had such spunk—and whatever else you wanted to call the sass that made her an excellent bodyguard and a torture to his soul—was that Sawyer was quite clearly, this fine February day, as pregnant as a busy bunny in spring.

In a curve-hugging, hot pink dress with long sleeves and a high waist, she made no effort to hide it. Taupe boots adorned her feet, and she looked sexy as a goddess, but for the glare she wore just for him.

A pregnant Sawyer Cash was a thorny issue, especially since she was the niece of their Rancho Diablo neighbor Storm Cash. The Chacon Callahans didn’t quite trust Storm, yet in spite of that fact they’d hired Sawyer to guard the Callahan kinder.

But then Sawyer had simply vanished off the face of the earth, leaving only a note of resignation behind. No forwarding address, a slight he’d known was directed at him.

Jace knew this because for the past year he and Sawyer had had “a thing,” a secret they’d worked hard to keep completely concealed from everyone.

He’d missed sleeping with her these past months. Standing here looking at her brought all the familiar desire back like a screaming banshee.

Yet clearly they had a problem. Best to face facts right up front. “Is that why you went away from Rancho Diablo?” he asked, pointing to her tummy.

She raised her chin. “Are we going on this date or not? Although it won’t surprise me if you back out, Jace. You were never one for commitment.”

Commitment, his boot. Of his six siblings, which consisted of a sister and five brothers, he’d been the one who’d most wanted to settle down, maybe even return to his roots in the tribe. By now he’d been fighting the good fight for Rancho Diablo for such a long time he never thought about living anywhere but here, or at least no farther away than the land across the canyons, which his brother Galen had shocked them all by acquiring, in a direct assault on Aunt Fiona’s marriage raffle for the property.

The siblings thought Galen had cheated, or at least “rigged” the ranch deal in his favor. Jace and Ash hadn’t had a chance to marry and have babies, all prerequisites for Fiona’s ranch raffle. Ash was still steamed as heck with her big brother, Galen, whom she adored—although not when it came to acquiring the ranch she’d already named Sister Wind Ranch, which was actually called Loco Diablo by him and his brothers.

Jace wanted the land for himself, but he’d never pushed hard enough to find a lady with whom he could settle down and start a family, a necessary component of the marriage raffle. He’d been too busy chasing Sawyer night and day—or, to be more precise, letting himself get caught by her.

He gazed at her stomach again, impressed by the righteous size to which she’d grown in the short months since he’d last seen her—and slept with her.

He wished he could drag her to his bed right now.

“I’m your prize, beautiful,” he said. “No worries about that. But before we go, you’re going to admit whether that child you’re carrying is mine or not.” He wouldn’t be able to eat a bite, thinking about another man finding his way into Sawyer’s sweet bed. Jace broke into an uncomfortable sweat just imagining someone else with his adorable darling.

“I’m hungry, and in no mood to chat.” Sawyer turned to walk away, and he caught her hand to stop her, pulling her toward him. That she was avoiding the topic told him everything he needed to know.

“It’s my baby,” he stated quietly, his gaze pinning hers. “Don’t deny it.”

“I’m not.”

Her perfume wrapped around him; her heart-shaped lips were close enough to kiss. His ears rang with her admission, and Jace struggled to take in that he’d awakened this frosty February morning in Diablo, New Mexico, a free man—and would go to bed a caught man, and a father. “You’re having my baby?”

She gazed at him with those blue eyes that had long intoxicated him, even though he knew she was sexy trouble. “I’m having your
babies.
”

If he hadn’t been such a strong person, a man of steel forged by fire, as he frequently told himself, he’d have raised an eyebrow with surprise.
“Babies?”

“Twins. One boy, one girl, if the doctor’s correct.”

Stunned
was too gentle a word for the emotion searing him. The vixen who’d avoided him these past four months, not even letting him know where she was—who’d made him believe he was never going to hold her in his arms again—was the sin to which he was now tied.

His family was going to razz him a good one—and they weren’t going to toss confetti in congratulations. They’d say he’d gone over to the dark side, had slept with the enemy’s niece.

Hell, yeah, I did. And she’s having my children.

I’m on top of the world, even if I’m going to Hell.

* * *

S
AWYER
C
ASH
GREW
wary as the handsome cowboy she’d spent months dreaming about steered her toward his truck. She didn’t like the sudden glint in his eye when he’d realized she was pregnant with his children—and she knew the Callahans well enough to know that a glint in the eye meant their wild side was kicking in. “Where are we going?”