Chance's Joy
Patricia Thayer
When Chance Randell helped deliver Joy Spencer's baby, he had no idea this stubborn city girl would stand in the way of his dream. This mother-daughter duo were now the owners of his neighbor's ranch–the land Chance planned to buy.Surely a fair-haired beauty–even one who stirred a yearning inside him, making him want things he couldn't afford to want–couldn't run a ranch alone?Chance offered his help, but learned this widowed single mom needed more than muscle. She needed to keep her wealthy in-laws from gaining custody of her baby. And all Chance had to say to make the ranch his own was "I do!"
“Chance!” Joy gasped. “What are you doing here?”
“It looks like I’ll be sleeping here tonight.”
“There isn’t room in the bunkhouse?” she asked.
“Yes, but how could I tell the men I couldn’t sleep with my wife? Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“You can’t. You have to be on a horse tomorrow. You take the bed.”
“You need your rest, too, Joy,” he said. “I’ve slept on the ground before.”
Stubborn man. “Chance, it’s a large bed. I don’t see anything wrong with you sleeping on top of the covers—on your side.”
“Lady, you’re playing with fire.”
“Not if we don’t let anything happen. All I’m offering is one side of the bed.”
He watched her for what seemed like an eternity, then said, “I’ll take it.”
Chance’s Joy
Patricia Thayer
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
To My Nieces and Nephews
Nora, Danielle, Sarah, Lydgia, Judy, Hannah, Malachi, Stephen, Arron,
Hannah and little Josh. Nikki, Travis and Anthony.
You too, Glenn.
You’re a great bunch, and I had a wonderful time getting to know you
all. Thanks for hanging out with your Aunt Pat.
See you at the next Greiner wedding.
PATRICIA THAYER
has been writing for fourteen years and has published over ten books with Silhouette. Her books have been nominated for the National Readers’ Choice Award, Virginia Romance Writers of America’s Holt Medallion and a prestigious RITA Award. In 1997 Nothing Short of a Miracle won the Romantic Times Magazine Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Special Edition.
Thanks to the understanding men in her life—her husband of twenty-eight years, Steve, and her three sons—Pat has been able to fulfill her dream of writing romance. Another dream is to own a cabin in Colorado, where she can spend her days writing and her evenings with her favorite hero, Steve. She loves to hear from readers. You can write to her at P.O. Box 6251, Anaheim, CA 92816-0251.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Epilogue
Chapter One
Chance Randell had waited a long time for his dream. He just had to be patient a while longer. But patience had never been easy for him, he thought, as he rode his buckskin horse, Ace, along the fence that bordered the Circle B Ranch to the deserted Kirby place.
He looked out over the rolling hills of West Texas. Last week’s rain had only added to the rich, emerald hue of the lush spring grass. Ancient oak trees spotted the landscape, their large branches capable of shading herds of mama cows even on the hottest June and July days.
Chance pushed the Stetson back from his forehead as he shifted in the saddle. “Sure is some prime grazing land,” he said into the warm April breeze. “And soon, it’s gonna be mine.”
Just months ago, Chance had learned from Lillian Kirby’s lawyer that her only nephew had died, but the search was on for other relatives to stake claim to the place.
If there were any, Chance bet they’d be city folk who didn’t want any part of running a cattle ranch. And he was going to make damn sure when—or if—anyone showed up, he’d be first in line to make an offer on the ranch. One way or the other, he was going to get this place. Yeah, that was his plan all right.
For as long as he could remember, Chance had wanted his own ranch. Most of his life he’d lived on the Circle B. Ever since Hank Barrett had seen fit to drag him and his incorrigible brothers from a life in the foster-care system.
A slow smile creased Chance’s mouth as he thought about the man who had believed in those wild Randell brothers. Their mother had died several years ago, and they hadn’t had any options until Hank had opened his home to all of them. It had been the last chance for the trio everyone else had given up on.
Back then Chance had had more attitude than brains. Some people thought he still did. For the most part, Chance never cared what other people thought. They were going to think the worst just because he had the last name Randell. It didn’t matter that he’d been the Circle B’s foreman for the past ten years, or that he’d trained some of the finest quarter horses in the area. There were people who’d never forgotten that their father, Jack Randell, had been sent to prison. Chance and his brothers had spent most of their lives trying to pay for their father’s sins.
“To hell with them all,” he cursed, and Ace danced sideways sensing his rider’s mood swing.
Wait until he had his own place. He’d show everyone. Determined to have his dream, Chance had managed to save nearly everything he’d made over the years.
Even though Hank had always wanted the brothers to think of the ranch as their home, Chance wanted something of his own. At nearly thirty-four, he wanted a home. Not that he had anyone to share it with. His thoughts drifted back to a time when he’d thought that love was possible. But Belinda Reed had had other ideas. Her only interest had been to have a good time with one of the wild Randell boys.
Chance tightened his grip on the saddle horn as he thought about the fateful summer he’d been made a fool of. It had taken him years, but he’d learned all kinds of tricks to keep his emotions under control. And his practiced stony gaze could shield his hurt from just about everyone. He wasn’t going to let anyone get close enough to hurt him again.
He pushed away the memories and gave Ace a slight nudge. He rode through the gate and stopped at the barn about a hundred yards from the old house. Might as well check on the winter feed. A few years back he’d arranged a deal with Lillian Kirby to use her barn to store feed. It had also been an excuse for Hank or Chance to check up on the old woman who’d lived here alone until her death about twelve months ago.
Chance swung his leg off his horse and tied the reins to the rusted metal fence. He glanced toward the house and saw that the paint was faded and starting to peel. He could easily take care of the problem in a few days. Some scraping and prepping, and the house could be ready to paint. White. He’d always wanted a white ranch house. The big wraparound porch sagged a little, but that could be taken care of, too.
He walked around to the barn door and discovered it open. Great, had kids been in here again? Inside, he examined the bags of feed and found them untouched. That was when he heard the noise.
It was more of a cry. Like an animal in pain. He moved down the aisle between the empty stalls toward the tack room, where the noise got louder. Carefully and slowly, not wanting an injured animal to attack him, he opened the door. What he saw was a shock. A woman. A very pregnant woman doubled over in pain.
Joy Spencer’s timing couldn’t have been worse. She’d thought she had everything figured out. But her plans hadn’t included her baby deciding to come two weeks early. She’d had back pain most of the morning, but thought it had been caused by the long drive here, not labor. She had to get some help. Once the pain subsided she stood up and tried to walk, but before she could make it to the door another pain hit her, making her cry out again.
“Oh, no,” she groaned, when she felt a gush of warm water running down her legs. She was in big trouble now. Sinking down onto the wooden bench, she managed to ride out the contraction.
“God, please help me,” she whispered as she tried to catch her breath.
“Guess you’re stuck with me instead.”
She jerked around to find a tall man with shoulders so wide they blocked the doorway. His long legs were encased in jeans and brown leather chaps. A black cowboy hat sat low on his head, nearly covering a pair of piercing gray eyes.
“Who are you?” she gasped.
He came further into the room. “Name’s Chance Randell. A neighbor. By the looks of things, you could use some help.” He knelt down beside her.
She nodded. “It’s my baby. It’s early. Please, can you get me to the hospital?”
“Only if you have a car,” he said. “I rode over here on a horse.”
“My keys are in my purse—” she groaned as another pain raced through her. Joy gripped the man’s shirt and cried out. This was all happening too fast.
“Okay, ma’am, try to take a slow easy breath,” he coaxed.
Joy did as he directed, and finally the pain faded. He helped her to the cot in the corner of the room where she collapsed and closed her eyes.
“I’ll be right back.” The stranger started to get up and she grabbed him again.
“No, don’t leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere, ma’am. Just need to get my cellular phone from the saddle bags. I’ll call an ambulance.”
Joy was too exhausted to do anything but nod and whisper, “Just hurry.”
Chance ran outside and tore his saddle bags off Ace. His hands were trembling as he took out his phone and punched in the emergency numbers. When someone answered, he nearly yelled in the dispatcher’s ear. “I need an ambulance at the Kirby place out off Highway 56. A woman is about to have a baby.”
Several moments later, they had patched him into the hospital. A doctor came on the line. “Hello, I’m Dr. Hager. Are you the husband?”
“No, I’m a neighbor, Chance Randell. I just found the woman…” Damn. Wasn’t this his lucky day?
“Well, it looks like you’re all she has for the moment. How far apart are her pains?”
“Not far. A few minutes at the most.”
“Okay, Chance, I’ll stay on the line with you until help arrives.”
“Thanks. My only experience with birthing is with the four-legged variety.” Chance hurried into the tack room just as another pain gripped the tiny blond woman. He went to her and let her grasp his hand until the pain finally subsided.
She looked at him, fear etched on her face. “They’re not going to get here in time, are they?”
Chance forced a smile. “Hey, I’ve got it under control, blue eyes. I’ve got Dr. Hager right here on the line.” He handed the phone to her. She talked with the doctor and answered his questions.
She gave Chance back the phone. “He wants to talk to you.”
“Look, Chance,” the doctor began. “I want you to make sure she stays calm. Just in case things speed up and she gives birth before the paramedics get there, you’ve got to help her breathe through the pains.”
And just how was he supposed to do that? Cows didn’t need this kind of help. “Sure, Doc,” he said, more confidently than he really felt.
The woman grabbed his arm again and groaned as another contraction began.
“Breathe, breathe.” He puffed out his cheeks and started panting rapidly. Finally she got the picture and followed his lead as the pain faded out.
Three minutes later another pain struck. They repeated the same breathing technique until she collapsed exhausted on the cot.
Chance took out his bandanna and wiped the moisture from her face. “You’re doing just great,” he said.
She looked at him skeptically, clearly not convinced. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The baby’s early.”
“That happens. Is there anyone else I can call? Your mother, husband…?”
She shook her head. “No, my husband is dead. It’s just me…and the baby.” He didn’t question her when she closed her eyes. But not for long, he thought as another pain began.
“Oohh, I need to push.”
“Breathe,” he pleaded with her.
Chance hung in there, coaxing her, wondering why the hell a pregnant woman was out here all alone. If he hadn’t come by she’d have really been in trouble.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Ssh. Save your strength,” he said and got her some water from a bottle in his bag. While she rested, he raised the phone to his ear. “Look, doc, where the hell is the ambulance?”
“It’s en route. Chance, just concentrate on your patient. I have to know if she’s crowning.”
Chance swallowed. He knew there was only one way to find that out.
He put down the phone and turned around. “Look, ma’am, the doctor says I need to examine you. I’m sorry. I’ll try and make it quick.”
Her eyes got big and wide, then she nodded. “Go ahead.” She looked so tiny, so fragile with her oversized shirt and long skirt, her belly rounded. After pulling off her panties, she bent her knees and draped her skirt over her legs. Another contraction hit her. “I’ve got to push again,” she cried.
“Don’t. Not yet. Breathe,” Chance ordered, then he gave a quick glance under her skirt and saw the baby’s head. He grabbed the phone. “Okay, doc. We have a head showing.”
“All right. You’ll need a clean knife and something to wrap the baby in.”
“Hold on.” Chance searched through his bag and found a towel and washcloth. In the small first aid kit there was some disinfectant and small bandages. Then he dug into his jeans pocket to find his knife.
“Yeah, I have a small towel and some disinfectant.” He glanced around the room. “But nothing to wrap the baby in.”
“Then take off your shirt and use that. Wash your hands in the disinfectant and hurry, because on the next contraction, she’s going to have to push again. And you need to help guide the baby’s head….”
Chance dropped the phone and did as the doctor directed. He finished just as she cried out again. “All right, blue eyes, let’s get this baby born. Push.”
The blonde bore down hard with a groan, her face red from the exertion.
“Hey, you’re doing just fine,” a surprised Chance said as he cradled the baby’s tiny head in his hands. “Give one more big push. Come on, your baby needs you,” he coaxed.
Tears rolled from her eyes as she panted. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he argued. “Your baby needs you.”
That did it. With the next pain, she gave it all she had. And Chance could only gasp as the tiny infant slid out into his shaking hands. Already the baby girl was crying. “Hey, you got yourself a daughter,” he whispered.
All at once the woman began to cry in earnest. Chance was busy cutting and tying the cord with his disinfected pocketknife. Once done, he wrapped the baby in his chambray shirt. “Wish it could be pink, little one.” He held her for a moment, watching as the tiny bundle looked up at him, her eyes open and trusting, just like her mother’s. Something tightened in his chest.
“Is she all right?”
The woman’s voice brought him back to reality. “Oh, yeah, I’d say she’s perfect.” He carefully handed her to her mother.
“Oh, she’s beautiful,” she cried.
“She’s a keeper all right,” Chance agreed as his gaze locked with the mother’s bright blue eyes, then turned his attention to the newborn. Unable to resist, he touched his finger to her soft cheek in wonder over this miracle he’d helped bring into world.
Just then the sound of the ambulance pierced the silence. “Looks like help has arrived.”
“I think my daughter and I had all the help we needed. Thank you.”
Chance realized that the doctor was still on the phone. “Hey, it’s a girl,” he said. “She looks fine. The ambulance just pulled up.”
“Chance, you did a good job. Congratulations.”
“Thanks, doc, for all your help.”
“You’re the one who did all the work. Tell the mother that I’ll be waiting for the two of them at the hospital.”
Chance hung up and smiled. Then the paramedics rushed in, and he stepped aside.
Realizing mother and child didn’t need him anymore, disappointment rushed through him. Well, what did he expect? What decent woman would have anything to do with a Randell? He stiffened and turned and walked out. Besides he didn’t need any strays. The last thing he needed was to get involved with a widowed woman and her kid.
Joy was exhausted, but so happy as she looked down at her new baby daughter, Kathryn Rose.
“Oh, Blake, she’s beautiful,” she whispered. Tears clogged her throat at the thought of her husband. It had been only seven months since his sudden death, and although the shock of his passing had lessened with time, she would always miss him. Blake had been her friend, her family, as she was his. Joy glanced down at Katie Rose again. But she wasn’t alone anymore. Never again was she going to be without family. Mother and daughter had each other now and nothing was going to separate them.
The young, dark-haired paramedic approached the ambulance. “We’ll be transporting you shortly, ma’am,” he said.
“Thank you,” Joy answered.
“I’m not the one you should thank,” the man said. “I’d say the cowboy had everything under control by the time we got here.”
Joy glanced out the open doors of the ambulance, and spotted the big man standing back from the attendants. His hands rested on his lean hips, and she could see the evidence of the ordeal of the birth on his damp T-shirt and jeans. Her gaze rose to the hard planes of his face and his steel-gray eyes, now hidden by a dusty cowboy hat.
She motioned for him to come to the ambulance and watched his slow, deliberate gait as he made his way toward her. Joy smiled to herself, as something told her this cowboy did things his way. A tingle erupted deep in her stomach and a blush spread across her cheeks, as she remembered that just moments ago they’d shared the intimacy of her baby’s birth. She recalled his encouraging words as he helped her through her labor, and the tenderness of his touch as he brought her daughter into the world. She didn’t want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t shown up.
The cowboy stopped next to the door and removed his hat, revealing the brown-streaked hair Joy had focused on during her pains.
“Looks like you’re all fixed up,” he said, his expression cool. The change in his mood surprised her.
“I’m fine. And my daughter is perfect. I’m sorry that I had to put you through this.”
“No problem, ma’am. Glad I could help.”
“I’m very happy you were here, too. I’ll always be grateful.”
Chance couldn’t stop looking at the pretty woman on the gurney. Her long blond hair was still damp, and little ringlets curled around her face. Her large blue eyes were the color of the bluebonnets that grew wild along the Texas hillsides. Realizing where his thoughts were headed, he quickly glanced away. “Like I said, just being neighborly.”
“So you’re my neighbor?” she asked.
“Out here, we all watch out for one another. It’s a good thing you found the Kirby place. It’s just too bad it was deserted.”
“I was purposely looking for Lillian Kirby’s place.”
An uneasy feeling suddenly washed over Chance. He remembered that the lawyer handling Miss Kirby’s will had said that her nephew was deceased, and they hadn’t been able to locate any other relatives. Surely this couldn’t be another…? He shook away the thought. “I don’t see why, no one has lived here for nearly a year.”
The woman smiled and looked at her baby. “That’s going to change soon.”
Chance froze. What did she mean by that? All of a sudden the paramedic started to close the door. “Wait!” Chance stopped him and glared at the woman. “What do you mean?”
“That just as soon as Katie Rose and I get released from the hospital we’ll be moving in.”
She was going to live here? “Look Mrs.—” He stopped, realizing he didn’t even know her name. “I guess we never got to introductions. I’m Chance Randell from the Circle B.”
She smiled sweetly. “Nice to meet you Mr. Randell. I’m Lil’s great-niece, Joy Kirby Spencer.”
Chance couldn’t say a word as he let go of the doors, and the attendant pulled them shut. He stared after the ambulance as it drove off down the gravel road, watching until the vehicle finally disappeared, along with his dreams.
Chapter Two
Hell, the last time Chance had been in a hospital was when his friend, Huey Johns, had been tossed off a bull at the rodeo. He’d never visited a maternity ward.
Chance got off the elevator that evening with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and his hat in the other, ready to have a little talk with Mrs. Spencer. But when he started past the nursery, he found himself stopping. Just for a quick glance at the kid, he told himself.
He located the clear, plastic crib with Spencer written at the base and was mesmerized by the sleeping baby wrapped in a soft pink blanket. Her tiny fists were clenched, and her little mouth was in a pout, occasionally making a slow sucking motion. A crown of downy hair covered her head, partially hidden by a pink cap.
Chance heard voices behind him and realized he’d been standing there staring like a silly fool. A sudden sadness overtook him as he thought about his solitary life. Here he was, a bachelor who’d never thought much about having his own family. The ranch had kept him busy enough so he didn’t have much time to think about what he didn’t have. Ever since his brothers had left, it had only been him, Hank and Ella. Not that he would mind if his brothers decided to come home.
Chance took one last look at the baby. No, he wouldn’t mind at all. He continued down the hall to handle the business that had brought him here in the first place. Talking one city lady out of a ranch.
At the nurses’ station, he was given the new mother’s room number and quickly found the two-bed room. Joy Spencer was in the first cubicle. He hesitated when he noticed she was asleep, and couldn’t help studying her. Her long blond hair seemed to have a life of its own, the wayward curls framing her oval face. His gaze lowered to the print hospital gown. The petite woman didn’t look like she’d just given birth, he thought, recalling a few hours earlier when he’d shared the experience with her. All at once his throat went bone-dry, and he couldn’t seem to swallow.
Damn! What was he doing, staring at a woman, and a new mother at that? He’d better just leave and come back tomorrow. Looking for a place to put the flowers, Chance tried to lay them down on the table next to the bed, but only managed to knock over a drinking glass. The plastic tumbler bounced twice on the tiled floor before he could retrieve it.
When he stood up, he found a pair of deep-blue eyes on him. He felt the heat rush up his neck. “Ah…sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He pointed toward the hall. “The nurse said I could come in.”
Joy Spencer smiled, and his stomach tightened.
“It’s okay. I’m glad you came by, Mr. Randell.”
“Call me Chance.”
Joy couldn’t help but stare at her rescuer. This man who had so confidently taken care of her and Katie seemed all thumbs now. “Chance…I want to thank you again for everything you did today.”
The tall rugged cowboy shook his head of neatly combed sandy hair. “No need, ma’am. Just glad it all worked out.” He gave her a half smile that showed off even white teeth. “I’ve never delivered a baby before. I mean, I’ve helped a few calves and colts into the world, but never a…baby.”
“Well, this is a first for me, too,” she said. “Did you see Katie in the nursery?”
He nodded. “I got a quick look. I picked her out right away.”
A short silence stretched between them, then Joy glanced at the lovely spring flowers he gripped in his hand. “Are those for me?”
“Oh, yeah. I was just going to leave ’em. But I couldn’t find anything to put them in.”
“You can use the water pitcher.”
This time Chance managed to place the bouquet in the makeshift vase.
“They’re lovely. Thank you for bringing them,” Joy said, feeling tears welling up again. Stupid hormones. “You’ve been my only visitor.”
He frowned. “Is there anyone I can call for you?”
Joy shook her head, feeling a sudden fear grip her. “No! I mean, thank you, but since my husband died it’s just me, and now, Katie. When Great Aunt Lil’s lawyers finally located me in Denver and told me about the ranch, I decided to make a new beginning for us here in San Angelo.” A safe place to escape my in-laws, she added silently.
Chance shifted his stance, then moved closer to the bed. “Look, Mrs. Spencer—”
“If I’m going to call you Chance then I think you can call me Joy.”
Chance frowned. He hadn’t meant to get too familiar with this woman. He came here to convince her that turning the Kirby Ranch into a profitable operation would cost a lot of money and take time, not to mention all the hard work. And it would be impossible for her to handle it on her own. After all, she was a city woman.
“Look, Joy, you probably didn’t get much of a look at the property you inherited, but your aunt hadn’t been running cattle for a long time. Maybe five years or so. It won’t be easy getting things going again. There’s been rain this past week, but we’re still in a drought. The house is in pretty good shape but….”
“I don’t care about the land, Mr. Randell.”
“Chance,” he corrected her.
“As I said, Chance, I’m not planning on raising cattle. Right now my main concern is the house. The Kirby Ranch is going to be my home now.”
“So, you’re not planning on running a herd?”
She shook her head, and Chance felt a weight lift from his shoulders. “I’m not a rancher,” she said. “But I had thought about harvesting my aunt’s pecan orchard and maybe putting in a vegetable garden.” She picked at the bed linen. “But believe me, Katie and I plan on staying.”
“Then you won’t be offended if I offer to take the place off your hands.” Chance began to pace the small area, then stopped and looked at her. “And at a fair price,” he said. “Then you can move into town and take care of your daughter.”
Joy couldn’t believe the gall of this man. He wasn’t listening to her. Most of her life, she’d moved from place to place. Since her parents’ divorce, she hadn’t had a permanent home for any length of time. Her short marriage to Blake had been as close as she’d gotten. But her father’s aunt had left him a cattle ranch, and Joy was his only heir. She’d gladly taken Lil’s place no matter what condition it was in. The ranch had been in her family for generations, and it would be Katie’s one day. Most importantly, Joy desperately needed somewhere for herself and her baby to live, somewhere far away from the Spencers. Far away from any threat to her daughter.
Now, she had this big cowboy trying to get his hands on it. Well, no one was going to take her home away from her.
“I’m very capable of taking care of my daughter, Mr. Randell, we are going to live at the ranch.”
He didn’t look happy. “Fine, suit yourself,” he finally said, then mumbled something about stubborn females as he jammed his cowboy hat on his head and stalked out.
“Thank you for the flowers,” Joy called after him, wishing she hadn’t just lost the only friend she’d made in town.
Chance parked his truck next to the barn, got out and slammed the door. His mood hadn’t improved in the slightest during the twenty-minute drive home from the hospital. He marched across the gravel drive to the yard, then up the walk to the back porch of the large, two-story house he’d lived in for the past twenty-plus years.
That sure as hell didn’t go well, he thought about his talk with Joy Spencer. She’d rejected his offer fast. He couldn’t help but wonder why. He didn’t buy her story about the ranch being a family home. As far as he knew, she’d never once visited Lillian Kirby.
He thought back to his recent talk with Mrs. Spencer, remembering her elusive sapphire eyes. She had a secret. He couldn’t hold that against her. People had a right to start over without everyone nosing into their business.
But there was no law that said he couldn’t try again to buy her land. And he wasn’t giving up. He jerked open the screen door and stepped into the utility room, jammed his hat on the peg and walked into the kitchen. The sunny yellow walls and biscuit-colored tile kept the room bright even at night. He glanced toward the double-door refrigerator. Hank was staring inside.
“What you lookin’ for?” Chance asked.
“Something I’ll never find as long as Ella works here. A decent meal.”
In spite of his mood, Chance found himself smiling. The feud between Hank and the housekeeper had been going on for years. “Why don’t you just fire her?” he asked for the hundredth time.
The older man stretched to his full six feet in height. Even in his mid sixties, Hank’s back was ramrod straight, and his white hair was thick and wavy. Although his face was lined from years in the sun and showed his age, Hank Barrett could still outwork most men. He was a gruff man, but underneath he had a kind heart. How many men would have taken in three boys and given them a home?
“Who’d hire her?” he said. “She’s too old to start over. Besides, I guess I’m used to her ways. How long before she gets back from her sister’s anyway?”
“Tomorrow,” Chance answered. “You should have gotten a temporary cook in here to help. The hands haven’t been too crazy about cooking their own meals.”
“Well, dagnabbit,” Hank said as he slammed the refrigerator door. “You’d think at least one of the men I hired could throw together a decent supper.”
Chance grinned. “I take it it’s your turn to feed us tonight.”
Hank made a rude comment.
“Hey, we used to get into trouble for that kind of language.” Chance couldn’t help but think back to his adolescent days when he thought cursing made him seem tough. “You used to make me muck out stalls every time you caught me swearing, and I had to muck out more when Cade and Travis cursed.”
“It was only fair, they learned that nasty talk from you.”
Hank exchanged a sad glance with him. No doubt he was thinking about the two absent boys. “Sure would be nice if we got to see them once in awhile.”
“Yeah, that would be nice.” Chance would like to have them closer to home, but he couldn’t ask Cade and Travis to give up the lives they’d made for themselves elsewhere. His brothers hadn’t chosen ranching and that was all Chance had ever wanted to do.
From the time he had set foot on the Circle B at fourteen, he’d known he’d do anything to stay. He’d ended up helping his younger brothers with their chores just so Hank wouldn’t turn them over to child services. He’d do whatever he had to so the Randell boys wouldn’t be separated. Funny, but years later that’s how it had turned out—Cade was in Chicago and Travis was in Houston.
“Maybe they’ll surprise us and come for a visit this summer,” Chance said.
“Sure. But I won’t hold my breath.” Hank walked to the pantry, then came out with three large cans of chili.
Chance thought that he should call Cade and Travis and see if he could coax them home to surprise Hank.
“How did your talk with Lil’s niece go?” Hank asked as he worked the can opener.
Chance muffled a groan thinking about another night of heartburn. He went to the refrigerator and pulled out bacon and eggs. “Not good. She hasn’t changed her mind. She’s determined to move in.”
The older man raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like she’s inherited a little of Lil’s stubbornness.”
Chance didn’t like the comparison. “It’s foolhardy to move with a new baby into a place that’s been deserted for nearly a year.”
“Look, son, I know you’re disappointed not to get the place, but the woman has a right to—”
Chance held up a hand. He didn’t want to hear about right. “It’s just a temporary setback. Joy Spencer will change her mind. She’ll never survive.”
“That’s out of our hands. Besides, when Ella returns tomorrow and gets wind of the new neighbor, she’ll be over there with her broom and bucket, cleaning. Maybe you should go over first and check out the place. Clear out anything that might have taken up residence.”
Chance pulled out a skillet and set it on the front burner of the stainless-steel stove. He would do it, but he didn’t have to like it. How was he supposed to feel, seeing her move into his place? All at once he remembered the tiny baby he’d seen in the nursery and knew he would make an effort. He’d had a taste of what it was like to be homeless.
“There isn’t any rain in the forecast for the next week. I’ll make sure all the windows get opened, and the place airs out. All that dust wouldn’t be good for a baby.”
“That little one got to ya, huh?” Hank’s expression turned sad. “They used to get to Mae, too.” Chance had never known Hank’s wife; she’d died a few years before he and his brothers came to live at the ranch. But he remembered how lonely Hank looked whenever he talked about his Mae.
Chance placed strips of bacon in the cast-iron skillet. “I’m tryin’ to do the right thing. She’s gonna be our neighbor.” He hoped it wouldn’t be for too long, because he was also going to do everything possible to convince her to sell out to him.
The old man had a sober look on his face. “You say this woman is widowed?”
Chance nodded. “Says she has no family, just her daughter.”
“By all means, you should do the right thing.”
Chance ignored Hank’s comment, telling himself he’d do as much for any neighbor. “I plan to.”
Hank’s tired hazel eyes lit up. “Hey, you think this Joy Spencer can cook?”
Two days later, Joy was more than ready to leave the hospital. On her tight budget she couldn’t afford to stay any longer. She didn’t have health insurance. There was the life insurance money she’d received after Blake’s death, but that was all she had until she got on her feet and made a living off the ranch.
“Looks like you’re ready to go.”
Joy swung around at the sound of Chance Randell’s voice. The tall man looked the part of a cowboy. His jeans appeared new and his light blue shirt was lightly starched, the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His black, tooled boots shone, and he carried a straw Stetson in his broad hand.
Realizing that she was enjoying the view far too much, Joy redirected her attention to his face. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m taking you and the baby home,” he said matter-of-factly.
“But…but you don’t need to,” Joy said, then realized her car was at the ranch, a good fifteen miles out of town. So it seemed Chance Randell was coming to her rescue again. She remembered how soothing he’d been to her in her time of need. But that was before. She couldn’t forget he wanted to buy her out.
“Look, I’m just making sure you and…Katie, is it?”
Joy nodded.
“That you and Katie make it home okay. If Ella were here, she’d tell you to take it easy.”
“Ella. Is she your wife?”
A half smile tugged at his mouth. “I’m not married. Ella is the cook and housekeeper at the Circle B.” He raised a hand. “And I don’t know how it is where you come from, but in Texas we help our neighbors.”
He was right, she was too suspicious of his motives. “I’m sorry. Thank you, Chance, I’d really appreciate a lift to the ranch.” She folded her arms over her tender breasts. “Tell me, do you spend all your free time rescuing women?”
“I assure you, I have plenty to keep me busy.” His piercing gray eyes held hers. “But I couldn’t sleep nights if I didn’t make sure you and the little one get settled.”
Joy knew he was right. She had a baby to think about. Katie deserved the best, the best from her mother. “Okay, but I’m going to pay you back for your kindness.”
He pushed the wheelchair up to her. “I’m sure you will.”
Chance watched as Joy nodded and went to finish packing up her things. Then the baby was brought in.
“Here you are, Katie,” the nurse said as she laid the tiny bundle on the bed. “Your mommy and daddy are going to take you home,” the young woman crooned to the infant. She looked up at Joy. “She is so adorable, we really hate to give her up. You and your husband are so lucky.”
Joy glanced at Chance, and his stomach tightened at the thought of someone as beautiful as Joy Spencer being his. And a child… A yearning hit him like a rock to the gut.
“Yes, we are,” Joy said. The nurse checked the wristbands on mother and daughter, then left. Avoiding his gaze, Joy tried to explain. “Sorry, it was just easier not to go through the whole long story.”
“No problem,” he grumbled, then glanced down at the baby who had stolen his heart the second he’d held her. “It’s the closest I’ll come to having a kid.”
“You never know, Chance. Life is full of surprises.” Joy picked up her child, then took a seat in the wheelchair. “C’mon, Katie, let’s go to our new home.”
Chance stared at Joy for a long time, thinking about his life and all that the name Randell had cost him. Nice women had stayed clear of the likes of him.
But since he’d first found Joy Spencer in the barn, he’d been drawn to her. Without question, she’d trusted him to deliver her baby. He glanced at the infant in her arms and his chest tightened. A yearning stirred deep inside him, making him want things he couldn’t afford to want.
He quickly shook away the thought. He had to stay focused. He needed to convince Joy Spencer to sell him her land. And the sooner she left, the better.
Chapter Three
Carrying Katie Rose, Joy walked through the front door of the Kirby house. She glanced around with a gasp. She couldn’t believe this was the same house she’d briefly walked through two days ago.
From the floors to the windows, everything sparkled. In the living room, the sheets had been removed from the furniture, the cobwebs were gone. The scent of lemon teased her nose as she noticed the high gloss on the tables and hardwood floors.
“Oh, my, the cleaning fairies must have been here,” she whispered, amazed at the transformation.
Chance came in behind her, toting baby supplies the hospital sent home with all new mothers. “Ella, our housekeeper, rounded up some of the women from the local church to help get the house ready for you.”
“They sure worked fast.” Joy eyed him closely, wondering if he’d put in a few hours himself.
“Well, once word got around, everyone was curious about the new neighbor.” His expression was impassive. “Especially with you just having had a baby. The ladies also did some baking, and stocked the kitchen with a few staples, just until you can get to the grocery store on your own.”
Joy felt tears well up. “But they don’t even know me.”
“You’re Lil Kirby’s niece,” he said. “Your aunt was well liked around here.”
“I guess so.” Joy wiped away a tear, remembering she had only met her great-aunt once when she was a child. Back when her parents had still been married, and Joy had had a family.
“You okay?” Chance asked.
She sniffed and nodded, suddenly feeling tired. “Just my silly hormones.”
“You need to rest. You had a baby less than forty-eight hours ago.”
Joy caught his silver-eyed gaze. Was it only two days ago that this man had helped her give birth to Katie? If it hadn’t been for his coming to her rescue, she might not be bringing her daughter home today. The thought terrified her. “Did I ever thank you for all your help?”
“Too many times,” he said. “You need to rest. Wait here, I’ll take the baby upstairs, then come back for you.”
Before Joy could reply, Chance took the carrier from Joy and climbed the steps to the second floor, returning seconds later.
“Your turn,” he said as he suddenly swung her up in his arms.
“Wait, you can’t carry me. I’m too heavy.” Feeling herself blush, she could only loop her arms around his neck, immediately feeling his muscles flex under his skin.
“You’re not heavy. Besides, you look about as shaky as a new colt. Right now you need to save your strength so you can take care of Katie. I have orders from both the doctor and Ella to make sure you get some rest. And I don’t mess around when Ella gives orders.”
Joy opened her mouth, but didn’t know how to answer him. He was right, she needed to take care of herself. She was all Katie had. Her body was still sore, and her daughter would soon be awake and wanting to be fed.
But Joy couldn’t let this big, charge-into-her-life cowboy take over. She had to stand on her own. Soon. But right now, it felt too nice to let someone else handle things.
Chance reached the top step without even breathing hard. “I figured since this was the largest room,” he said, “you’d want to move in here.” He carried her down the hall and into the master bedroom. He set her down beside a wrought-iron bed. Next to that was a bassinet. Joy glanced inside and saw Katie sleeping.
“I suggest you take advantage of this quiet time and get some rest.” Chance walked to the door. “I’ll check in on you later.” He left, closing the door behind him.
Joy glanced around the recently cleaned bedroom. The floral wallpaper was old and faded. The sheer curtains in the window had seen better days as had the rug that covered most of the floor. The bassinet was wicker and probably fifty years old. Joy ran her hand over the freshly laundered white eyelet skirt with loving hands as her beautiful daughter slept peacefully in her new bed. “She looks like you, Blake. She has your eyes,” she whispered. Sadness nearly overtook her as she thought of her husband not seeing his child grow up; of Katie not having a father around. But Joy knew one thing for sure. She was going to give her daughter a home and plenty of love.
Now she just had to figure out how she was going to make a living on a cattle ranch.
Two hours later, with orders from Ella to check on the new mother, Chance walked through the back door and into the kitchen. The house was silent, which probably meant that mother and baby were still napping. But they would be hungry soon.
He went to the ancient refrigerator and pulled out a container of homemade chicken soup one of the ladies had made. He poured the liquid into a pan and began heating it up on the small stove. Taking a tray from the pantry, he searched for a bowl in the cupboard, discovering several doors and drawers that needed fixing. The flooring was pretty worn, but it would hold for a while.
He made a mental note of the repairs and wondered when Joy would realize that the ranch was too much for her and sell it to him. She wasn’t going to want to take on running a ranch when she had a baby to care for. If she needed to stay in San Angelo, she could buy a house in town.
He placed the bowl of soup on the tray, along with crackers and a glass of milk and headed upstairs. On the way he glanced around the large house, seeing some other things that needed attention. Nothing he couldn’t handle. But when he bought the ranch, they were all going to have to wait, because his first concern would be the grazing land and enlarging the herd.
He pushed open the partly closed door, looked up and froze at the sight before him. Joy was on the bed, but she was awake with her baby suckling at her breast.
He felt the heat rush through his body to his face. “Uh… I’m sorry… I didn’t know….”
Joy glanced up and saw a shocked Chance staring at her. She quickly pulled a receiving blanket over her shoulder, covering herself. “Chance, I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, trying to distract from the awkward moment.
“Ella said you needed something to eat.” He walked into the room, set the tray on the other side of the bed, then started backing up toward the door.
“Were you able to get any rest?”
“Yes, I slept until about fifteen minutes ago.” She glanced down at her daughter. “I guess we were both tired.”
He kept staring at her, then finally spoke, “Well, I should get back to my chores. Is there anything you need before I go?”
“No, you’ve done so much already. I think I can handle things. Thanks for the soup. I was getting a little hungry.”
He leaned against the door frame, his large body taking up most of the space. “It’s important you keep up your strength.”
“I know.”
“Oh, I called the phone company. They’ll be out in the morning. Until then…” He pulled a small cellular phone from his pocket and came back across the room. “Use this. Press one, then Send, and you’ll get the Circle B.”
Joy was touched by his concern. “Thank you again.” Just then Katie started to fuss.
Chance jumped. “I’ll be going,” he said. “I’ll check in later.” And he was out the door.
Joy lifted her tiny daughter to her shoulder and began patting her back. “Well, sweetheart, like it or not, looks like we got ourselves a big cowboy looking out for us.” But for how long? she wondered, knowing the ranch was what he really wanted.
The next morning, Katie was awake at six. She’d slept four straight hours. After feeding her, Joy tried her hand at the first bath. Her daughter wasn’t ready to be submerged in water, but a sponge bath was due.
Joy loved the experience. All the talking and cooing to the baby and that clean powdery smell was so intoxicating. Soon Katie was worn out and went back to sleep. A few minutes to herself, Joy thought. Baby monitor in hand and last night’s bowl of soup a distant memory, she headed downstairs in search of food. She started for the kitchen, and the aroma of bacon assaulted her nose. She thought she was dreaming, until she found Chance standing at her stove.
Looking as if he’d recently showered and shaved, he wore butt-hugging jeans and a blue western shirt over broad shoulders. His sandy hair was lying across his forehead, and she could see the mark of his hat just above his ears.
Realizing what she was doing, she shook her head and stiffened. Didn’t this man have anything else to do? Was he here to badger her again about selling her ranch?
“Aren’t your cows feeling neglected? I mean I don’t want to keep you from your job.” Pulling together her robe, she ran her fingers through her hair. She looked a mess.
“I was out there at five,” he said as he glanced over his shoulder. “Everything’s fine. In fact we have five new calves.”
“Oh, really?” she said, finding she was actually interested in the workings of the ranch. “I bet they’re cute.”
“Cute? I don’t think about calves that way. It’s not wise to get attached to animals who are going to be sold at market.”
“I guess you’re right.” She went to the coffee-maker, unable to resist the smell of the fresh brew. The doctor had assured her one cup a day wouldn’t hurt the baby. Taking a mug from the cabinet, she poured herself some.
“How do you like your eggs?” he asked.
“Look, I appreciate your help, but I don’t need you to take care of me. I can fix my own breakfast.”
“Never turn down a man wanting to cook for you.” A woman’s voice rang out from the pantry.
Joy watched as a tall, sturdily built woman with short gray hair walked to the table. She was dressed in dark jeans and a plaid shirt.
“Hi, I’m Ella, the Circle B’s housekeeper. Sorry to intrude so early.” She smiled at Joy. “We were hoping to have your breakfast ready before you came down.”
Embarrassed, Joy held out her hand. “Hi, I’m Joy. It’s nice to meet you. I’m the one who should be sorry. You and the other ladies have been so kind to me.”
“But good intentions can be overwhelming,” Ella said. “We’ll leave.”
“Oh, please stay,” Joy insisted. “You haven’t even seen the baby.”
The older woman smiled. “Well, I wouldn’t mind hanging around for a peek just in case she wakes up. And Chance here can finish your breakfast. Don’t worry, he’s a good cook, he learned long before he came to the Circle B, and before I could do any damage.”
Joy smiled as soft cooing sounds came over the monitor.
Ella’s eyes lit up. “You sit down and have your coffee and I’ll go check on the baby.”
Reluctantly Joy nodded and sat down at the table. She sipped her coffee and watched Chance work efficiently at the small stove that looked as if it had been purchased some time around the Second World War. “So your mom taught you how to cook?”
He shook his head. “Hardly. My mother died when I was young. My brothers and I pretty much had to fend for ourselves.” He removed the bacon, then cracked an egg on the edge of the skillet and dropped it into the grease. “I figured if I wanted to eat, I’d better learn.”
Joy shook her head. “I’m dreaming. A man who can cook.”
He glanced at her again. “I didn’t say I liked to do it on a regular basis, but I figured you needed something to eat.”
“I’m feeling much better this morning. In fact, I just gave Katie a bath and plan on heading to the shower myself. Just as soon as I finish breakfast.”
Chance scooped the eggs onto a plate and carried it to table. “Then dig in.” He returned with toast, then sat down with some coffee.
Joy started on the bacon. “You aren’t having anything?”
“I ate hours ago.” He took a sip from his mug.
She felt weird. Most of her life she’d had to fend for herself. Now she had a rugged cowboy who wouldn’t go away. But she couldn’t let him hang around. He was only being nice because he wanted her home. “Don’t feel like you have to stay. Really, Chance, I appreciate everything, but I feel I’ve been taking you away from your work.”
“It’s not roundup yet, so I have the time. I understand if you want to be alone.” He stood. “But you should have someone around for awhile. Your closest neighbor is five miles up the road. So if not me, let Ella stay, at least while you take a shower.” He poured his coffee into the old chipped sink, and set his mug on the counter. “Don’t be too proud to accept help.” He walked to the door.
Joy felt like a heel. She almost called him back. But she couldn’t. She had to do this on her own. She had to prove to herself and to the Spencers that she could raise her child. And having a man around only reminded her of what she’d lost and what she would never have again.
Someone who cared for her. Someone to love.
Chance rode Ace hard, all the way to the outskirts of the ranch to Mustang Valley. He needed to vent his frustration. As they came to the edge of the creek that ran through a grove of trees, he pulled on the reins to slow the animal. The horse danced along the shore, eager for a well-deserved drink.
Angry with himself, Chance climbed down and dropped the reins to the ground, knowing Ace would stay put. Pulling off his gloves, he crouched and cupped his hand in the water and drank until he’d cooled off some. But it didn’t work and wouldn’t any time soon. Not until he stopped seeing red. Every time he thought about Joy Spencer he saw red.
Then there was a whole slew of feelings she stirred in him. Just looking at her pretty face and her long blond hair wild and sassy, made desire surge through him. Damn, he couldn’t think of her that way, she’d just had a baby. But his thoughts went to yesterday when he walked into the bedroom and found Joy nursing. The picture of the tiny infant suckling at her creamy breast had kept him tossing and turning all night.
With a string of curses, he marched to the shade tree and leaned against the huge oak. A breeze brushed his face as his gaze traveled over the lush valley, and calmness moved through him. Although the rain had been light this year, it had been enough to keep things growing. But was there enough grazing land to enlarge the herd? There could be if he could get the Kirby Ranch.
He pulled off his hat and smoothed back his damp hair. Closing his eyes, he tried to push away the fear that plagued him. Why couldn’t he have this one thing? Why couldn’t he have something that was his? Hadn’t he worked hard enough? Hadn’t he paid enough?
Suddenly ugly memories of his childhood surfaced. He’d never been able to put away the past. His life on the small family ranch; how his daddy tried to make a go of it. He also remembered how many times Jack Randell failed. Too many.
Even as a boy, Chance had known his dad had always looked for the easy way out. Hard work had been foreign to him. He couldn’t even keep the ranch that he inherited from his daddy from going under. Couldn’t keep it long enough to hand it down to his sons. With the drought and sinking cattle prices, Jack ended up owing everyone. Then, while other ranchers were selling off their herds, things were only getting better for the Randells. But as the sheriff soon learned, Jack had been rustling cattle.
At fourteen, Chance should have been able to look up to his father, instead he felt nothing but shame. By the time their daddy had been sentenced to prison, the ranch was gone, and the three boys were on their own. The brothers were shunned by everyone, and years later, some people still couldn’t forgive any Randell, even if the sons had been innocent.
It had taken a long time, but Chance had built a name for himself, a good name as a rancher and as a horse breeder. But that didn’t mean everyone had forgotten who his father was. They probably never would.
Chance opened his eyes and looked toward the far end of the valley. About fifty yards away, he spied the familiar herd of mustangs. About a dozen of them wandered cautiously toward the edge of the stream. A mare guarded her new spring colt as the proud buckskin stallion led the group.
Most of the ponies were a mixed breed now, but the Spanish bloodline was rich through these remaining few. A lot of people thought the mustangs were a nuisance, but Hank had taught Chance and his brothers to respect the animals.
Chance had always felt a connection to the horses. He loved to watch these wild creatures. How hard they fought to be free, and finally banded together to keep safe. This valley was a refuge for the mustangs, and a comforting reminder for him that it was home for all misfits, including him and his brothers.
He belonged here. This was where he felt at home. And with the Kirby Ranch he would be able to fulfill his dream of his own place. Now he just had to convince one stubborn city woman to sell.
Chapter Four
An hour later, after a leisurely shower, Joy felt much better. A little makeup helped hide the dark shadows under her eyes, but nothing could help her get into her pre-maternity clothes. She ended up putting on a loose gauzy skirt and an oversized blouse. She fed Katie again, then came downstairs to have some decaffeinated tea with Ella.
“You’re going to like it here in San Angelo,” the Circle B housekeeper said. “It’s a nice area, and for the most part, good people. And don’t hesitate to ask for help. At least until you get back on your feet. There’s plenty of women around here who would love to get their hands on that precious baby upstairs.”
Joy smiled. “Everyone has been so good to us.” Her thoughts went to Chance Randell, wishing she hadn’t been so rude to him. How could she have practically thrown him out? But his motives weren’t completely generous. He wanted her ranch.
“Well, a woman alone has to be careful,” Ella said, then took another sip of her tea.
“I thought you said I was safe here. Aunt Lillian lived alone here, and she was never bothered. Was she?”
Ella smiled. “Naw, but your Aunt Lil was an expert with a shotgun. And everyone around here knew it.”
Joy shook her head. “I’ve never fired a gun. I don’t much care for them.”
“Well, you should learn, even if it’s just to run off coyotes.”
Joy’s heart began to race. Coyotes! She was alone here and…with a baby. She remembered how pitch black it had been outside her window last night. Luckily, her aunt had installed security lights on the property, and Joy could see all the way to the barn.
“It’s okay, Joy. Just stay in touch with your neighbors. We depend on each other a lot. And I suggest you get a dog. In fact, Betty Campbell’s son’s dog had a litter of pups over a month ago. They should be ready for homes.”
“A dog?” She’d always wanted a dog when she was growing up, but her mother wouldn’t let her have one because they’d lived in a apartment. Joy’s interest was definitely piqued. “What kind of dog?” she asked.
“I hear they’re a Labrador mix. Great dogs. Good around kids.”
“You think I could buy one?”
Ella nodded. “And I bet it’s at a price you can’t pass up, too.”
Joy didn’t want Ella to know how uneasy she really felt. She was out of her element here. How could she handle everything: a baby, a dog, a ranch? And what if the Spencers found…?
No, she wasn’t going to get discouraged. She pushed away the negative thoughts. The Spencers weren’t going to find her. They hadn’t any idea where she’d gone. Joy had been careful not to leave a trail. Only her friend Terri knew of her plans.
“I’ll have Chance pick one out if you’re interested,” Ella said.
“What?” Joy asked, embarrassed she hadn’t been listening.
“The puppy. Chance will make sure you get a good one.”
“Oh, no, I don’t want to put him to any trouble.” She didn’t need the man to do her any more favors.
Ella shook her head. “It’s no problem. Chance deals with the Campbells all the time. He bred two of their mares.”
Joy was surprised. “I thought he was in the cattle business.”
“He is,” Ella said. “But he’s also been breeding and training quarter horses for several years now.” The housekeeper cocked her head. “I guess it’s no secret Chance hoped to buy this place.”
Joy wasn’t sure that she wanted to get into this. “I’m sorry…”
The older woman’s hand covered Joy’s. “It’s okay, Joy. You and your baby have every right to be here. I know Chance is disappointed, but maybe something else will come up for him. He can take it. He’s tough. He’s had to be over the years to survive.”
Joy didn’t miss the flash of pain in Ella’s eyes when she spoke of Chance. There was more to learn about that brooding cowboy. And it frightened her to realize how much she wanted to know about him.
Chance glanced from the road to the box on the truck seat. The chocolate and blond lab puppies were whining and scampering up the side, trying to escape their temporary home.
He reached over and stroked the animals. “Hang on, you guys. I’ll get you a new home soon.”
Yeah, thanks to Ella, he’d been elected deliveryman today. Did she think he had nothing else to do than run errands for Joy Spencer? Chance wiped his hand over his face and released a long sigh. What was wrong with him? He’d done the same for neighbors before.
He knew the truth was he was still ticked off because she had practically chased him away three days ago. Okay, he’d gotten the message loud and clear. She didn’t want him around. So, what? He wasn’t crazy about the idea of her being his neighbor, either.
He gripped the steering wheel tighter and blew out a long breath. “Stop beating a dead horse,” he mumbled, hating the circumstances. “She’s here. So get used to it.”
He may have to live with it, but he didn’t have to hang around. As soon as he dropped off the dog, he was out of there. He pulled off the highway and drove down the gravel road about another quarter mile until he came to the Kirby place. He pulled up next to the house and climbed out. Carrying the box, he walked to the back door and knocked.
Just give her the box and leave, he told himself. She wanted her privacy. Let her run the ranch. Let her see how hard things were, and maybe then she’d be more willing to sell. He’d give her two months.
Finally the door opened and Joy appeared. She was dressed in a pink blouse and some kind of black stretch pants. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail, and she was holding her crying daughter against her shoulder. Maybe screaming was a better description. Chance’s attention went to Joy and stopped at the panic in her once-bright eyes.
“What’s wrong?” He felt his own panic build. He came inside and set the box down in the mudroom.
“I don’t know. Katie’s been fussing since her two o’clock feeding. I’ve fed her and changed her, but she hasn’t slept.” Joy tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know what to do.”
Not stopping to ask permission, Chance took the baby from Joy. He managed to brace the squirming bundle against his shoulder and began talking to the infant. “What’s wrong, little darlin’? You have a rough night?”
As if little Katie understood him, her cries softened and he continued to walk around the room, patting her back. After a few minutes she emitted a very unladylike burp. Katie sobbed softly for a moment longer, then there was silence.
Joy felt the tears build in her eyes as she looked at the big cowboy holding her daughter. Why couldn’t Katie have done that for her? Joy had been carrying her all night, worrying that she’d eaten something that didn’t agree with her daughter.
Awkwardly, Chance put the sleeping baby in the carrier on the table, then he turned to Joy. “Hope she’ll sleep for a while.”
“Thank you.”
“No problem.” Suddenly the tenderness was gone as the familiar stony gaze appeared in his gray eyes. “What about you? When was the last time you ate?”
What was it about this man wanting to feed her? “Last night. And some toast this morning.” She was capable of feeding herself.
Suddenly they were aware of a different whimpering sound coming from the back door. They both glanced over to the box on the porch. Chance retrieved the carton and brought it into the kitchen.
Joy peeked inside at the two lively pups. “Oh, they’re so cute.” She reached in and both animals began licking her hand. She picked up the brown one, but the yellow dog began to whine. So Joy scooped them both up. Big mistake. They were all over her, and she ended up sitting down on the floor, allowing them to have their way with her. It wasn’t until she discovered Chance had been watching her antics that she sobered.
“Which one is my dog?”
“You tell me,” Chance said, his arms folded over his chest. “They were the last two of the litter.”
“You mean I have to choose?” She eyed the pair, then looked at him. “Which do you think?”
He knelt down beside her and reached for the blond dog, scooping her up in his large hand. “This little lady has clear eyes. She’s got a good disposition, too.” He set her down, then held up the brown one. “This girl is the runt of the litter. Out of the two, the blonde will probably be a prettier dog, but sometimes the littlest works the hardest to please and is the most loyal.” His eyes locked with Joy’s, and she felt her pulse take off.
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