The Rancher's Unexpected Family
She shrugged. “So I get to stay out of social services.”
“Is that where you think you were heading?”
“Ask him,” she said and jerked her thumb once again in her father’s direction. “He’s got all the answers.”
Hot Dad was about to respond when Ash held up a hand. “I’m asking you, Maisy.”
The teenager shrugged again, but wouldn’t look at her. “I dunno...maybe. I’ve done some stuff.”
“Stuff?”
Maisy glanced up, her gaze angry and resentful. “I stole a stupid book from a stupid store and got busted. They called the cops and then he had to bail me out.”
Ash took a sip of tea and nodded. “Do you like to read?”
The teen’s expression narrowed suspiciously. “Read? Yeah, I guess.”
“We have quite an extensive bookshelf here,” Ash said and smiled. “In the front living room. My mother is an avid reader and collects all kind of books. You’re welcome to read as many as you like while you’re here. Or there’s a great library in town, if you prefer.”
“I like fantasy books.”
“So does my mom,” Ash said quietly. “She’s going to enjoy having someone to talk to about them. I’m not much of a reader, unless it’s a cookbook.”
Maisy unexpectedly rattled off the names of several of her favorite authors and titles before settling her gaze back into her lap and then clearly upping the music volume. But Ash was pleased with their exchange. Small steps, she knew, were hard at first, but well worth the effort when it came to a lost child.
Now all she had to do was get Cole Quartermaine out of the hot-dad category and everything would be fine.
Yep...easy.
Not.
* * *
Cole couldn’t believe what he was witnessing. Maisy communicating. Maisy talking. Maisy actually connecting with someone. In that moment he could have gotten up and kissed Ash McCune for getting his usually uncommunicative daughter to have something that actually resembled a real conversation.
Kiss Ash McCune...
Okay, maybe not.
For one, she looked feisty enough to hit him over the head with a frying pan. And secondly, thinking about kissing her was plain old stupid. Despite the fact he found her so attractive. He was in Cedar River for one thing—his daughter. Nothing was going to derail that. Not the fact that he’d suddenly discovered he had a thing for redheads.
“My mother homeschools, by the way,” Ash said, getting his attention. “Four hours every weekday. In case you were concerned about Maisy keeping up with her schoolwork.”
He nodded. “How many kids do you have staying here right now?”
“Three,” she replied and glanced toward his daughter and then back to him. “Four. Plus one.”
He didn’t think he’d ever been anyone’s plus one before. Cole kept his gaze locked with hers and heat instantly climbed over his limbs. He ignored the feeling and drank some tea, which tasted like poison and made him grimace.
“Not a tea drinker I take it?”
He shrugged loosely. “More a coffee and beer kind of guy.”
Her expression narrowed fractionally. “This is a dry ranch with a strict no-alcohol rule.”
Great. “Sure.”
“For the kids’ benefit,” she explained. “Troubled teens and alcohol can be a bad mix. So, I keep the place free of the stuff. Much to the dismay of my uncle Ted.”
Cole understood. “I’m not much of a drinker,” he said quietly and endured another sip of the poisonous beverage in front of him.
“We also have a no-smoking rule.”
He looked up and met her green gaze. “I haven’t lit a cigarette since I was twenty-one.”
She sipped her tea and smiled. “Sounds like you are vice-free.”
Cole’s skin prickled. “I’m as flawed as anyone else.”
Her eyes widened for a moment and it was incredibly sexy. Even the grease mark still on her chin was sexy. He wondered why every word between them sounded like some kind of crazy flirtation. He wasn’t in the market for flirting. For anything. And definitely not with a woman like Ash McCune. He didn’t do relationships anymore. He kept his love life casual and had since he’d split with his ex-wife and gotten out of their two-year marriage a few years earlier—he’d lost his house, his heart and a good chunk of his savings.
Cole shrugged off the memory and got to his feet. “We should probably unpack.”
She stared at him for a moment. “Sure. I’ll just get the bed linen. I’ll meet you outside.”
He took off as though his heels were on fire, instructing Maisy to follow. By the time he was at the car and had taken their luggage from the trunk, the knot of tension in his shoulders had lessened. Until Ash McCune came around the porch and down the steps, carrying a wicker laundry basket piled with sheets and towels.
She swayed when she walked. Swayed. Damn.
Get a grip, Quartermaine.
Cole grabbed both his and Maisy’s suitcases and left his daughter to bring his laptop and her small tote. He stayed several feet back as he followed Ash around the rear of the house and toward the largest of the five cabins that were all within a couple of hundred yards of the main house. She placed the basket on one hip, climbed the steps, opened the door and then walked inside. Cole did the same, instructing Maisy to follow, but her cell rang and his daughter quickly dropped her bag onto the porch near the door and sat down on the step. Figuring it was one of her school friends, he told her not to take too long and gave her some privacy, then entered the house.
The cabin was roomy and open plan, with raked ceilings, a small kitchen and dining area and a large living space. There were a couple of mismatched sofas, a cabinet that housed a television, a gaming console and a large stone fireplace and hearth. It looked clean and comfortable and very livable.
“There are two bedrooms,” she explained. “The fridge and pantry are stocked with the basics, but if you have any special dietary requirements, there’s a supermarket in town. You’re also welcome to join us for dinner at the main house whenever you like.”
Cole nodded and followed her down the short hallway. She walked into a room on her left and placed the basket on the double bed. There was a robe, a small dresser and a chair in the corner and a worn rug on the floor. Cole thought about his huge penthouse apartment, with its modern decor and city views. He’d bought the place after his divorce, fully furnished and without any mementos from his failed marriage.
“I’m sure we’ll be comfortable, thank you.”
“Would you like me to make the bed up?” she asked.
He realized they were standing on opposite sides of the bed and met her gaze head-on. He glanced at the mattress and the serviceable blue patterned quilt draped over the bottom frame. “I’ve been making my own bed since I was eight years old, so I’m pretty sure I can manage.”
One of her incredibly sexy eyebrows arched dramatically. “Well, you did say you were good at most things.”
Cole’s pulse quickened and he motioned toward the bed between them. Awareness flared up, fanned by how the small room suddenly seemed absurdly intimate. “Would you like me to prove it?”
Her mouth opened slightly and she gasped. “Huh?”
Cole didn’t miss the startled look in her eyes. “We could...” He paused, fascinated as color rose up her neck, hueing her pale skin. Without even knowing how it happened, there was enough heat combusting the air between them to start a fire. “We could make it together. The bed, I mean.”
She swallowed hard and stepped back. “I don’t think... I’m sure you’ll manage without me.”
Cole smiled and half shrugged. “Of course. But it won’t be anywhere near as much fun.”
The innuendo was obvious and she turned beet red. And then fled.
It was, he realized, still smiling to himself as he watched her retreating figure disappear through the doorway, going to be a very long three weeks.
Chapter Two
I am officially the most foolish woman on the planet.
Ash was still cussing herself twenty minutes later as she washed up and changed into fresh jeans and a red blouse. Then she opened her laptop and typed in the name Cole Quartermaine.
She clicked several of the links that came up, scanned the pages and sat back on the bed, looking at the images on the screen. The Quartermaines were an old-money family in Phoenix. His third-generation Irish Catholic father had a mop of auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes, and his African American mother was so beautiful she looked like a movie star. He had two sisters, both younger. One was a lawyer, the other a marketing executive who worked in the family business. Cole had been born into a NASCAR empire and had a promising career as a driver until a near-fatal accident when he was twenty-seven. Now he managed the family’s team alongside his father. It was impressive stuff.
There were several pictures of him with an array of beautiful women and she figured a man who looked like Cole didn’t have to work hard to get female company. She’d read that he had an ex-wife and there was no mention of a current significant other.
By the time she returned to the kitchen it was past two o’clock. Her mother and uncle would be home later that afternoon, along with Jaye and the three kids currently staying at the ranch. They’d headed into town that morning for haircuts and lunch at JoJo’s Pizza Parlor and to give Ash some much needed time to do a few repairs on the old truck that had seen better days. But she wasn’t in the mood to spend any more time under the hood. She planned on making a roast for dinner that night, so set about preparing the meal and getting the meat into the oven. Then she pulled one of her mother’s signature peach pies out of the freezer and left it to thaw on the counter.
From the kitchen window she had a clear view of all the cabins and wandered back and forth a few times to see if there was any movement from the one now occupied by her newest guests. But nothing. She made a pot of coffee and looked through the pantry for something to snack on, settling on a half-eaten packet of rice crackers.
Note to self—must stop thinking about a certain hot dad. Focus on the real reason he’s here.
Easy.
Ash was dipping into the packet for her third cracker when there was a knock on the door of the back mudroom, which was just off the kitchen. She turned on her heels. The door was open and Cole stood there, looking so totally gorgeous as he rested one strong shoulder against the jamb that her mouth turned dry and the cracker she was eating suddenly felt like sandpaper as it lodged in her throat.
“Oh...hello,” she said and coughed, then coughed again, quickly making her way around the counter for some water. She poured a glass, still coughing. She took a few sips, but the itching in her throat remained and she coughed again. And again. Until her eyes starting watering and she had to bend over to alleviate the dry, choking sensation.
Then she felt an unexpected hand on her back. A large, soothing hand that patted her gently between the shoulder blades. The coughing quickly subsided and she swallowed hard, feeling the heat of his touch through the cotton shirt she wore. Ash straightened immediately, swiveling on her heels. Which only heightened the intimacy of the space between them—which was no space at all. His hand remained on her back and they were close enough that she could see he had a small scar on his temple and another under his chin. And the scent of him once again assailed her senses. Never in her life had she been so intensely aware of a man—particularly one she’d known less than an hour. But this man made her remember that she was more than a mom, a rancher and a police officer...and that she was very much a flesh-and-blood woman.
“Are you okay now?” he asked quietly, dropping his hand.
Ash stepped back and nodded. “Ah, yes... I’m fine.”
“I’m sorry if I startled you,” he said and moved around the counter.
“Oh, no problem, I feel fine now. What can I do for you?”
“I thought we should talk,” he said and met her gaze. “About Maisy. You probably have some questions and I’d like to discuss this without my daughter in earshot.”
“That’s a good idea,” Ash said, regaining her equilibrium and good sense as she poured coffee into two mugs, and then asked the first obvious question. “Can you tell me about her mother?”
He shrugged a little uncomfortably. “Her name was Deanna. She died eight months ago. Pancreatic cancer.”
“I’m so sorry,” Ash said, handing him one of the mugs.
“Don’t be,” he said quickly and then frowned when he realized how odd his reply must have sounded. “I mean, of course, yes, it’s tragic for someone so young...and for Maisy. But I didn’t know her very well.”
Ash’s brow came up instantly. “Really?”
“Well, of course I knew her,” he said, clearly uncomfortable. “You want the story, here it is—nearly fifteen years ago I knew her for three days. I was twenty-two, she was twenty. We met at a race and we hooked up, spending three nights together. I never saw her again after that. And then eight months ago a woman from social services knocked on my door and told me I had a teenage daughter.”
She sat down opposite him. “Deanna never let you know she was pregnant?”
He shook his head. “It wasn’t exactly a love match. It was a weekend.”
“How do you think you would have reacted had she told you from the beginning?”
He shrugged again. “I’m not sure. At the time my life was hectic. I’d just won my first major race and I was regularly traveling around the country. And I wasn’t interested in anything serious. But I’d like to believe I would have tried to do the right thing. I’ll never know. All I know is that now I am in a position to do what’s right...and that’s to try and have some kind of relationship with my daughter and give her a home.”
Ash admired his honesty. “She seems very resistant to the idea.”
“She hates my guts,” he said bluntly. “But I’m all she’s got.”
“Are there any relatives on her mother’s side?”
“None,” he replied. “Her parents have both passed away and there are only a couple of very distant cousins in Wichita. My parents and both my sisters have tried to help, even offering to have Maisy go and live with them.”
“But?” Ash prompted.
“She says she doesn’t want that, either. Frankly, I’m all out of ideas.”
Ash nodded. “But you want her to be with you?”
“Of course,” he snapped back quickly. “She’s my kid. I’m her father. We’re family. And family is everything. I just need to work out how to get her to at least like me.”
“She doesn’t have to like you,” Ash said earnestly. “She doesn’t have to love you. You just have to love her. No one tells you that when you become a parent—it’s something we all learn in our own time and our own way. She’ll come around, but you need to be prepared for a lot of difficulty in between. Anger, despair and probably a lot of silence. As irrational as it seems, she probably blames you for her mother’s death.”
His blue eyes glittered. “You’re right.”
“And telling her that you didn’t know about her up until eight months ago will make no difference to her adolescent logic.”
“You’re right again. You can figure that out by one short conversation with her? How?”
Ash drank her coffee and then cradled the mug between her hands. “Experience. She needs someone to blame for her unhappiness and you’re it. You’ll need a thick skin to get through the next few weeks.”
His mouth creased in a half smile. “My mom is black, my dad is white and I grew up in a city that is predominantly white and Hispanic. A thick skin was a necessary part of growing up.”
Ash nodded slightly. “I guess we all have our trials. I was reading a few articles about you earlier,” she said and drank some coffee.
“Really?”
“I Googled,” she explained. “Mostly about your career and the family business.”
He shrugged lightly. “The family dynasty,” he said. “Three generations of grease monkeys. My grandfather made sure all the grandsons learned our trade under the hood before we were allowed behind the wheel.”
“Not the granddaughters?” she inquired.
“We’re an equal-opportunity family,” he said and grinned. “However, both my sisters preferred college to the garage and our five cousins are all male. But you never know, Maisy might just decide to pick up a wrench instead of a textbook.”
Ash raised a brow. “Good answer. If that’s the case, I may get you to take a look at my old truck. The brake line needs replacing and the darn thing keeps overheating.”
“No problem,” he replied. “I’d like to earn my keep while we’re here, since Joel made it very clear that you refuse to take any kind of financial assistance from me.”
“You’ll only be here a few weeks,” she reminded him. “That won’t make me broke.”
He sighed. “I’d still like to pay my way.”
She shook her head. “I’m doing this as a favor for Joel. And because I want to help you.”
“I appreciate that, but –”
“Money muddies the waters,” she said, interrupting him and then she chewed on her bottom lip.
“Maybe,” he said and looked at her mouth for a second. “I’ve never really had to worry about it.”
“Lucky you,” she said wryly. “I shall make sure I stir your coffee with a silver spoon from now on.”
He laughed and the sound made her heart beat faster.
When he spoke again she was barely able to meet his gaze. “I guess that comment did make me sound like a pompous ass. Which I assure you, I’m not. My grandfather didn’t believe in free rides in life, and my dad feels the same.”
“Sounds like you’ve had strong role models,” she remarked. “That will be good for Maisy. Tell me about your mother—I saw a picture when I was surfing the web. She’s striking.”
“She’s the best,” he replied quickly. “And she’s tried to develop a relationship with my daughter in the last few months, but Maisy...” He shrugged. “Small steps, I guess.”
Ash nodded. “Absolutely. Once Maisy works out that you’re not her enemy, I’m sure she’ll take comfort in the rest of your family, too. Thank you for being candid.”
“We’re living at your home, imposing on your generosity, so I have no intention of whitewashing how bad things have become.”
Ash’s insides contracted. He genuinely cared for his daughter and she felt a sudden surge of compassion for him. “Has it been difficult from the beginning?”
“She’s been in trouble pretty much since she came to live with me,” he replied. “Once it was confirmed that she was my daughter I sought full custody. Since there were no other close relatives it was granted and she moved into my apartment. But it was hard. Maisy didn’t want to be there. Actually, I’m sure she didn’t know what she wanted. But I enrolled her in school and then within a couple of weeks I got a call from the principal about truancy and smoking. She was suspended for a week and then we had the issue with the shoplifting and she got hauled down to the police station. Thankfully, Joel got the charges dropped, but I knew she was getting deeper into trouble. And frankly, I was all out of options until your cousin suggested we come here.”
“Can I offer some advice?”
He nodded. “That’s what I was hoping for.”
“Don’t expect too much, too soon,” she said and sighed. “She’s obviously still grieving for her mom and learning to trust you will take time. You need to put aside any impatience or judgment and simply let her...be. Tell me, does she have a boyfriend?”
His eyes rolled. “God, I hope not.”
Ash chuckled. “Well, she’s fourteen, and fourteen-year-old girls think about all that.”
“It’s what fourteen-year-old boys think about that worries me.”
She met his gaze. It was steady. Unwavering. She suspected he was always like that. Strong. Reliable. He’d clearly embraced the responsibility of his child, which said plenty about his measure. Ash admired that. Some people didn’t have the backbone for that kind of responsibility.
Like Pete.
A little voice reminded her that now was not the time to reminisce about Pete Shapiro and his many failings. She knew them as though they were carved within the very fiber of her soul.
“Well, there are no fourteen-year-old boys here at the moment, so you can relax.”
He sat back and the chair creaked. “You said you had three kids here right now?”
She nodded. “Yes. Tahlia, she’s eight. Her brother, Micah, is nine. And Ricky is seventeen.”
His brows came together. “Seventeen?”
Ash smiled. “No need to worry, he’s not interested in girls. At all,” she added. “Which is part of the reason why he’s here. His parents can’t accept that he’s gay and it’s been a tough time for him.”
He nodded. “I look forward to meeting them. And your son, of course.”
Ash’s heart warmed. “Jaye is amazing. He’s my whole world.”
“Can I ask about his father?”
“You can ask,” she replied. “He’s not on the scene and hasn’t been for a long time. And I’d prefer the subject not to come up around my son.”
“Sure,” he said easily. “Anything else off-limits? Old boyfriend? Current boyfriend?”
“No boyfriend,” she responded.
“Have the men in this town all got blindfolds on?”
Even if it wasn’t meant that way, his words sounded pretty flirtatious, and they both knew it. Heat, bright and damning, rose up her neck and throat and smacked her directly in the cheeks like a cattle brand. She got to her feet and pushed in the chair. Coffee was over. She had chores to do. And blue eyes to escape from.
“You should come for dinner tonight,” she said quietly. “That way you and Maisy can meet everyone. So, about six?”
He stood and nodded, obviously aware he was being dismissed. “Thank you. See you later.”
For a time after he left, Ash still smelled the traces of his cologne in the air. It was nice, sort of woodsy and masculine, and it did a whole bunch of things to her usual good sense. She shook the notion off and started packing the dishwasher and once the dishes were done, Ash picked up her phone and called her friend Nicola Radici. She wanted to vent and Nicola was exactly the ear she needed.
“So, he’s hot and single?” Nicola asked after Ash told her friend about her new guests, including how unfairly attractive Cole was. “How awful for you.”
Ash bit back a grin. “Yes. Inconveniently so.”
“Are you looking for sympathy?” Nicola queried and laughed.
Ash was about to respond when her son came through the door. Her heart flipped over at the sight of him. He was the light of her life. She ended the call, telling Nicola they would catch up soon, and then gave her son her full attention, briefly answering his questions about the new arrivals, and then she made him a snack. It gave her something to do and took her mind off things.
And off a certain, six-foot-something, utterly gorgeous man she suspected was destined to invade her thoughts and dreams for the foreseeable future.
* * *
When Cole returned to the cabin Maisy was sitting on one of the sofas, feet curled lotus-style, head down as she looked at her cellphone.
“Everything okay?” he asked when he spotted her.
“The cell reception here sucks,” she complained and held her phone above her shoulder with a dramatic scowl.
“It might be better outside,” he suggested. “We can go for a walk and look around if you like.”
She shrugged and stood. “I’m gonna go to my room.”
Cole watched her retreat down the hall and then heard a door slam. Every conversation was a battle. Every look one of defiance. Every interaction filled with rage. She was lost. Out of reach. And he had no idea how to connect with her.
He dropped into the sofa, defeated, wondering if coming to the ranch had been a good idea. At the time Joel had suggested it, Cole felt as though he’d been given a lifeline. But now, he wasn’t so sure. It was just geography. Maisy was still Maisy. He was still the one person she seemed to hate above everyone else.
She’s doesn’t have to love you. You just have to love her.