The Housekeeper's Daughter

My second son, Drake, has always had a soft spot for Maya Ramirez. They were smitten with each other in their youth, but as an heir to the Colton fortune, my son kept his distance from the housekeeper's daughter. Back then, I encouraged his self-sacrifice, but I've learned a lot about love and loss over the years, and now I believe that some people are destined for each other. Like his mother and me—until Meredith turned her back on me and decided to make my life hell. But I digress…. When Drake—a Navy SEAL who often disappears to parts unknown for long periods of time—returned home for a brief visit several months ago, he finally gave in to his pent-up passion for Maya. Now she's pregnant, and my son insists she's about to give birth to a Colton baby! But my tight-lipped boy has his work cut out for him if he intends to stake a claim on his woman and child….

Meet the Coltons—a California dynasty with a legacy of privilege and power.

Drake Colton:
Navy SEAL.
He'd come home to celebrate his father's sixtieth birthday, but this officer's family-filled agenda gives way to a night of passion when he is reunited with the housekeeper's daughter.

Maya Ramirez:
Overnight Cinderella.
Though Drake Colton had always seen her as a kid sister, this tomboy has blossomed into a raven-haired beauty in his absence. And one night, he makes all her adolescent fantasies a breathtaking reality!

Inez Ramirez:
Suspicious mother.
She and her husband have always been loyal to the Colton family but now she suspects that a certain Colton may be responsible for her daughter's “condition.”

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

M
aya Ramirez breathed deeply of the crystalline air and let it out in a long exhalation. The accompanying sigh was not exactly one of contentment—too many disturbing things had happened on the Colton ranch the past eight months for contentment to prevail—but at least she had found a certain peace of mind concerning her own future.

Her horse, a sweet mare named Penny for the coppery highlights of her coat, twitched one ear in her direction. Maya patted the mare's neck and admired the scenery.

It was one of those February days along the coast of northern California in which the sky gleamed a breath-catching blue and the temperature had soared into the sixties after a week of cold, drizzly rain. Today, the cloud bank had receded offshore and all was
bright and beautiful. For the first time in months, anything seemed possible.

Almost anything, Maya corrected, batting away a lazy bee that hummed over the lupine that was already beginning to flower in stalks of white, yellow and lavender blue.

“A hawk,” ten-year-old Joe Colton, Jr., yelled, pointing at the long, sweeping line of fifty-foot cliffs that scalloped the ocean along the western border of the ranch.

“Where?” Teddy Colton, younger by two years, called.

“Right there, silly— Uh, right there,” Joe amended with a quick glance at Maya.

She gave him an approving nod, then smiled with affection. She didn't allow name-calling or insults. Although newly employed as their full-time nanny, she'd been baby-sitting the boys for years, being only sixteen when she'd first been asked to accompany Mrs. Colton to a spa and take care of Joe Junior, who had been a baby at the time.

Ten years ago. Maya sighed and shifted in the saddle, the sudden sting of tears surprising her as she contemplated the passage of time—so fast and yet so slow.

When Mrs. Colton had had Teddy, Maya had helped out with him, too. After graduating from the local high school, she'd started college via computer courses and worked on the Colton estate when needed by her mother, who was the housekeeper there.

Last month she'd been asked to move into the main house and take over as a full-time baby-sitter for the
two youngest Colton boys. The nanny, Ms. Meredith called her. Frowning, Maya admitted she'd needed the job rather desperately.

She swatted another bee out of her face, then noticed several others crawling in Penny's mane. The mare shook her head as one landed on her ear. Maya realized the warm weather had caused a swarm.

“Can we race?” Teddy shouted, giving her an appealing glance from his blue eyes.

She nodded. “I think we're running into a swarm of bees. Turn back toward the ranch and ease into a canter. Don't swat the bees. They'll fly off if you leave them alone and don't scare them.”

Both boys glanced around anxiously, but they kept their heads and did as told. After making sure they were on their way, she turned the mare, who switched her tail to each side and shook her head again. Gently Maya urged the mare into a fast walk, then past a trot into a loping run.

In front of her, the brothers let out a whoop of excitement and raced toward the stable in the distance. She leaned forward with a grimace and tightened her knees, but she couldn't keep up the pace. After reining the mare back to a fast walk, she relaxed once more.

The mare repeatedly shook her head as they neared the paddock. Her ears twitched nervously.

Maya patted her on the neck. “Hey, pretty Penny, what's the matter, girl? The bees are gone—”

She got no further when the horse gave a startled whinny, tossed her head and, without warning, took off at a dead run toward the stable. Maya grabbed the
saddle horn and held on for dear life, fear rushing over her as she thought of falling.

The adrenaline boost gave her the strength to rise in the stirrups so that her weight shifted to her legs and her thighs acted as shock absorbers during the wild ride across the pasture. She pulled on the reins, but the mare raced on, heedless of the rider's commands.

Ahead of her, she saw the boys dismount and stare at her in confusion. Then a man leaped on the horse Joe had been riding and raced toward her.

Maya saw the fence looming fifty yards in front of her and knew she would never make the jump. Neither would the mare with the extra weight of a rider and saddle on her back. “Whoa,” she called desperately and pulled on the reins to turn the frightened horse to the side.

Hearing hoofbeats coming up behind her, she glanced over her shoulder. The other rider was circling toward them. He closed in and raced alongside her.

“Kick free and come to me,” he yelled.

She slid her feet out of the stirrups and leaped into his arms just as he reached for her. He turned his mount and they ran alongside the fence. Penny fell in behind them and followed. Gradually he slowed his horse, then stopped.

In the stillness, there was only the sound of the two horses and the two humans, panting from the wild exertion of the run. His arms enclosed her in a blanket of safety.

It was like coming home.

“What the hell were you thinking, riding like that in your condition?” Drake Colton demanded, his golden-brown eyes flashing like molten rock in the afternoon sun, his gaze hot with fury.

So much for illusions. “I think my horse got a bee in her ear,” Maya said defensively, fighting a ridiculous urge to burst into tears now that the danger was over.

She was pressed to his chest in a vise grip. His heart pounded against hers, which was also beating hard with the aftermath of the fear when her horse bolted and with a new fear as his eyes raked down her figure.

She struggled to push away from his heat and his anger, the vibrant masculinity that called to something equally vibrant inside her. “I can walk,” she told him, forcing herself to ignore the unruly needs that clamored for attention inside her.

Memories of lying snug in his arms for hours and hours overcame common sense—the warmth of his embrace, the way his hands moved on her, his sudden smile. She closed her eyes and foolishly wished for things that were never going to happen. But a person could dream….

Drake returned to the stable. There, he let her gently slide to the ground, then dropped down beside her. “Here, boys, take care of the horses.”

Drake's two youngest brothers, big-eyed with worry, took the reins, then stood there and looked from their older brother to their nanny as if afraid to leave them alone.

“I'm not going to hurt her,” Drake assured them in harsh tones, then added for her ears alone, “yet.”

“Ask River to check Penny's ear. I think she was stung by one of the bees,” Maya called to the youngsters, ignoring the threat from the furious man beside her as the fears and dreams, the need to cry, faded into fatalistic calm.

She had thought this moment might come someday. But not so soon. She wasn't ready, hadn't prepared….

After the boys led the horses off to the stable, Drake turned back to Maya. It hurt to look at her, at the thick, dark splendor of her hair, the endless depths of her brown eyes and most of all, at the protruding mound of her tummy.

“Just how pregnant are you, anyway?” he demanded, which wasn't at all what he'd planned to say to her upon his arrival at the ranch thirty minutes ago. At that time, he'd planned a calm, reasonable approach to their problems.

“What do you care?” she asked, so softly he almost didn't hear. Then she walked away without a backward glance, leaving him standing in the dust, his heart pounding with emotions he couldn't describe.

 

Maya stood under the shower and let the water flow over her from head to toes. She washed, rinsed and stepped out. From the hallway, she heard a knock on her door.

“Just a minute,” she called.

Fear coiled through her, not a pounding fear as ear
lier, but fear just the same. She wondered what ill fortune had brought Drake back to the ranch at this time.

Along with her bodily changes, her emotions had become all topsy-turvy during the past few months. That afternoon had been the worst. Yearning, joy, grief—she'd experienced all those and more during the minutes he'd held her close in that rock-solid embrace, their hearts beating as one.

As they had last summer.

But this wasn't summer, she reminded herself. Summer and fall had come and gone with no word from him. Her confusion was to be expected; she'd thought she would also be gone before Drake came around again.

There's no place in my life for a wife and family,
his curt farewell note had stated.

Pain, as fresh, as unbelievable, as the morning she'd read those words, scorched through her, but there was no time for it now. She pulled on a terry-cloth robe and wrapped a towel around her hair. Her hands were trembling.

“Maya?”

Relief surged through her as she realized her mother was at the door. Inez Ramirez had been housekeeper at the Hacienda de Alegria ranch since before Maya was born. Maya's father was the gardener and general groundskeeper.

“Come on in. The door's open,” Maya invited.

Her mother looked her over when she entered. “Teddy said you nearly took a spill while you were riding.”

“Penny bolted. I think she got stung in the ear. But I'm fine. Drake rescued me.” She smiled to alleviate her mother's worries.

“I heard. The boys said River found the stinger and removed it.” Inez closed the door and crossed the room to lay a hand on her daughter's forehead. “You don't feel dizzy or faint? No pain anywhere?”

“No, really, I'm quite all right.”

Her mother ignored her. “Maybe you should see the doctor. I can drive you to town.”

“That won't be necessary. I go in for my monthly checkup Tuesday. That's only two more days. I don't want to bother the doctor on a Sunday.”

Inez sighed and backed off. “If you start hurting, call me right away. Or if your water breaks.”

“I will.”

Maya watched her mother retrace her steps to the door, ready to return to the kitchen to prepare the evening meal for the Colton family, and whoever else might be in residence.

Her parents had been wonderful to her, after getting past the first shock of her news that she was expecting. They had immediately assumed she and Andy Martin, a local math teacher, would be marrying soon. They had been even more shocked when she'd had to tell them that Andy, the man she'd been seeing regularly until a few months ago, wasn't the father.

Andy was her friend, but he wasn't her lover.

Alone once more, Maya crossed her arms over her abdomen and silently prayed that Drake wouldn't discover she was eight months pregnant with his child.

She thought of summer and starry nights and the
blossoming of hot, wild passion that had known no bounds. They had made love in her bed, in his, in the sweet-smelling, prickly hay stored in the stable and barn.

After they'd danced several times at his father's birthday party, Drake had made a quick trip to Prosperino, the tiny town that served the ranchers and dairy farmers and tourists who stayed at the many bed-and-breakfast inns along the coast around here. His dark, smoldering glances had told her why the trip was necessary—birth control.

But they hadn't made love that night. During the toast to Joe Colton in celebration of his sixtieth birthday, someone had shot at the Colton patriarch. The ranch had been in an uproar for hours, the police milling about and questioning everyone over and over. No one had gone to bed until daybreak.

However, there had been other nights. “I'll take care of you,” he'd said just before they'd made love. “Don't worry about anything.”

And she had believed him.

She would have laughed at how foolish she'd been, except she felt too raw, too vulnerable at this moment and might end in tears. She wouldn't go to the table with weepy eyes and increase her parents' worry over her.

Knowing she had to, she rose, squared her shoulders and dressed. She would be expected to join the ranch staff who ate in the big dining area at one end of the kitchen. As someone had once remarked, life goes on.

The Colton family and friends usually ate in the
formal dining room or in the sunroom that separated the living room from the patio cupped in the center of the U-shaped house. Drake would be with them, so she wouldn't have to face him on top of everything else.

She dried her hair, pushed it back with butterfly clips and checked that her two charges were ready for dinner. They, too, were relegated to the kitchen now during meals, except for special occasions when their mother wanted to show them off.

Maya suppressed the cynical thought about her employer. The Coltons paid her salary as well as her tuition to college. Another few months and she would have a degree in early childhood education. Then she would take her child and leave the ranch.

Her heart gave a painful lurch at the thought of going away from all she knew and loved. Her parents would miss her. So would the boys. She would miss all of them dreadfully. However, she was twenty-six, old enough to make her own way in the world without depending on anyone.

When she, Joe Junior and Teddy entered the kitchen, an instant silence fell over the group gathered there. Glancing around, her eyes met the golden ones of her nemesis. “What are you doing here?” she blurted.

Heat rushed into her face at the quick stares she received from the house staff. He was a Colton. He could eat anywhere he pleased.

“Waiting for my brothers,” he explained easily. “I wanted to thank them for their help this afternoon.”

“Huh, it wasn't anything,” Joe said. “You're the one who saved Maya.”

“Yeah,” Teddy agreed. “You were really quick. Can you teach me to jump on a horse like that, without using the stirrup to get up?”

Drake laughed, his teeth flashing white against his deeply tanned skin. “You only need to grow another few inches and you'll have no trouble.”