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Heaven and hell.
ELIZABETH was almost as surprised by the rush of emotion she felt at seeing Toby back home as anyone else. She’d scarcely seen him since before she left for college. Somehow, her trips home had not coincided with his rare visits. But she’d worshipped him as a little girl. Five years older, Toby had seemed all-knowing. And he’d been her protector. Hers and Caroline’s. Even her brothers and cousins knew better than to pick on either of them, or Toby would find a way to punish them.
That’s what it was. She’d missed Toby not being in her life.
“Excuse me, Elizabeth, but who’s this man you’re hugging?”
The stiff voice belonged to her fiancé. Reluctantly, Elizabeth turned to smile at him. “Sorry, Cleve, but this is my oldest cousin, Toby. I haven’t seen him in years.’
“Good thing,” Cleve muttered even as he extended his hand.
Elizabeth cringed inside. It seemed important to her that Toby approve of her fiancé. No one else in the family did. She’d apologized to Cleve. His superior air, as if his sophistication made everyone jealous, annoyed her. And made her question her choice. But they’d only been engaged twenty-four hours when he’d first met the family. She figured they’d all get along once they got to know each other.
“Kids—” Jake began, opening the back door. Then he started again. “Oh, Mr. O’Banyon, I didn’t realize you’d arrived. Elizabeth, you should’ve brought Mr. O’Banyon through the front door.”
Toby looked at her fiancé and realized the man had no idea he’d been insulted. Family, even friends and neighbors, never used the front door.
Instead, Cleve swelled with importance. Then he said, “It’s all right, Mr. Randall. I’m sure Elizabeth will remember the next time.” Then he added, with disapproval, “She appeared to be excited about this gentleman’s arrival.”
As if Cleve wouldn’t know, Jake wrapped his arm around Toby with a warm smile, and said, “My oldest son.”
Cleve stared at the two of them.
“He doesn’t look like the rest of you.”
Toby said nothing. Their coloring was close, but his eyes were more golden than the warm brown of the rest of the Randalls. Being known as a Randall was the proudest thing in his life. He had worked harder than anyone, been the most accomplished of the Randalls because he’d had the gift of becoming a Randall. He hadn’t ever wanted to disappoint Jake. But he knew he really wasn’t a Randall.
His family, however, immediately responded to Cleve’s comment. They all assured Cleve, in various ways, that Toby was a Randall through and through. It was Elizabeth who ended the protest. She stepped back to Toby’s side and wrapped her arm around his waist.
“Toby is part of my family, a very important part.”
There was a finality in her voice that told everyone within hearing, even Cleve, how Toby fit in the family. For her efforts, she received a beaming smile from Jake and corroborating nods and grunts from the others.
She didn’t receive any appreciation from Toby. He pulled away and moved to the back door. “We don’t want to keep the ladies waiting.” She supposed it was his excuse for his abrupt movement, but it struck Elizabeth in her heart.
Everyone funneled into the kitchen after him. Elizabeth watched him move to his mother’s side, wondering if he’d changed so much in the years he’d been gone. She suddenly remembered the last summer before he’d left for college. She’d caught him kissing a girl at the Fourth of July party. She’d been devastated to see him with his arms around another woman. Her mother had pointed out that he was a young man. She was five years younger, too young to even think about those kinds of activities.
She supposed he’d kissed a lot of women since then.
“Hi, Mom. What’s for dinner?” Toby asked.
B.J. kissed him on the cheek. “We changed the menu just for you. Red is making his chicken-fried steak.”
As Toby smiled at his mother, someone muttered, “How bourgeois.”
Everyone turned to stare at Cleve, and Elizabeth’s cheeks flushed.
Red pokered up. “Boy, if you don’t like—”
Jake quietly stopped him. “Red, mind sliding a rib eye under the grill? That might be more to Cleve’s taste.”
Red muttered something under his breath and turned his back on the guest.
Toby tried to search for a distraction. “Hey, you haven’t set the table. We’ll do it for you.”
Mildred shot him a nervous look. “We’ve already set the table…in the dining room.”
Toby realized the reason for Mildred’s concern. They never ate in the dining room except at Christmas. They were a boisterous, loving family. Dinner was their opportunity to catch up on everyone’s day. Though taught good manners, they all participated in the many conversations flowing around the table.
Toby suspected dinner tonight would be silent and over quickly.
Elizabeth almost pulled Cleve aside then and there and told him their engagement was going to be brief. Like, ending tonight. He might have fit into her life in Laramie, but it was clear Cleve would never be comfortable with her family or vice versa. Her automatic choice came down on her family’s side.
Had she ever really loved him? It made her sound fickle. Maybe if she gave it a few more days.
“Elizabeth,” her mother, Megan, said. “Why don’t you take Cleve into the living room? We’ll have everything ready in a few moments.”
Elizabeth looked disturbed, and Megan added, “Boys, go with Elizabeth and Cleve. It will give you the chance to get to know him better.”
Toby knew he was included in that general direction, but he didn’t want to comply. The last thing he wanted to do was get to know Cleve better. He hoped his cousin’s engagement would be short, and that they’d move back to Laramie at once.
It was his only hope.
AFTER DINNER, B.J. called her daughter, Caroline, to tell her Toby was moving home. Caroline demanded to speak to her oldest brother.
“Finally!” she greeted him. “I was beginning to think my own brother hated me! I haven’t seen you since Christmas. Even then you avoided me.”
“Did not, squirt,” he returned with a grin. “I was trying not to bully you like you used to accuse me of doing.”
“I don’t believe you. What’s wrong? Did you start losing? Are the women turning you down? Did you get too old?”
“Watch it, brat,” he warned his little sister. “When are you coming home?”
“Next Friday. I’m not going to miss a chance to see the famous Toby Randall! My friends will all be so jealous.”
“There you go again, showing no respect. No man’s going to want a sassy woman.”
Her voice changed, turning smooth and silky. “Oh, you’d be surprised, big brother.”
“I’m having a talk with you as soon as you get here, little girl,” he warned.
“Practice on Elizabeth. Get rid of that jerk she says she’s going to marry!”
Toby’s breath caught in his throat, and he coughed. “Elizabeth’s not my sister, honey,” he finally said softly. “It’s not my business if she wants to marry him.”
She didn’t respond, and Toby tried again. “She’s—”
Then Caroline found her voice. “What’s wrong with you, Toby? When Harry Stiller picked on her in the fifth grade, you fixed him. Why can’t you take care of stupid Cleve?”
Toby wanted to hang up. It was a question he didn’t have an answer for. “We’re all grown up, Caroline. We’re allowed to handle our own problems, make our own choices.”
“Well, your choices stink!” she snapped. Then she hung up the phone.
He said goodbye to the buzzing in his ear, so his parents wouldn’t know Caroline was mad at him.
He stood up, unable to remain in the house; he needed some space to breathe…away from Cleve O’Banyon. He edged toward the door.
“Oh, Toby,” B.J. said, “I wanted to talk to Caro. Did she say when she’s coming home?”
“Yeah, Friday,” he said, hoping she showed up in spite of her anger.
He got out of the room, drawing a relieved breath, until a hand clapped him on the shoulder.
Jake had followed him out of the living room. “Going to check on your horses?”
Toby nodded. That was as good a reason as any he could come up with.
When they reached the barn, Jake didn’t look at horseflesh. He turned toward Toby and asked the one question Toby didn’t want to answer. “Son, what’s wrong?”
Chapter Two
Before Toby could come up with an answer—an answer that wasn’t a downright lie, Jake asked another question.
“Have you changed your mind?”
“No, Dad. I’m happy about coming home.”
“You won’t miss the excitement? I want you to know that if you do, we’ll understand.” Jake’s smile was a little wistful, but as always, he was standing back, letting Toby make his own decisions.
Toby smiled. “I appreciate it, Dad, but the excitement of the rodeo pales next to being at home. I’m glad you and the uncles want me here.”
“If it’s not that, then what’s bothering you?”
Damn, Toby thought he’d distracted Jake. “I’m a little surprised by Elizabeth’s choice. But living in Laramie, I guess things are different.”
“Not that much,” Jake said with a sigh. “But you can join the Cleve O’Banyon Hate Club here on the ranch.”
Toby looked at Jake out of the corner of his eye. “Are you a member?”
“Hell, yes. But the president is Chad.”
Toby wasn’t surprised. Chad, as the youngest of the Randall brothers, had always seemed the most impatient. And Elizabeth was his favorite and only daughter.
“Well, as long as she’s happy. I guess Cleve fits in well in Laramie.”
Jake turned to stare at him. “But they’re not going to live in Laramie.”
Toby felt a tremor run through him. “What? Where are they going to live?”
“Here,” Jake said succinctly.
“But—but what would they do here?” Toby asked, frantically hoping he’d misunderstood.
“Elizabeth has already begun her job as kindergarten teacher in Rawhide. Classes started two weeks ago. I thought you knew.”
Double damn! Toby had thought he’d have some distance from Elizabeth as soon as she married. “But what is Cleve going to do? Let her support him?”
Jake sighed. “No. He’s an accountant. He’s going to join Bill Johnson’s accounting firm. It appears business is growing for Bill. He needs help.”
Toby pictured Bill Johnson in his mind. His appearance was that of a “good old boy.” He wore jeans to work every day and had never had his hair styled in his life. But his mind was brilliant.
“Has he met Cleve?” Toby asked Jake grinned. “I know what you’re thinking. They don’t match, do they? He met him this afternoon. I was dying to ask how it went at dinner, but your mama threatened me.”
Toby snorted. His mother didn’t throw any fear into her husband. But Jake listened to her good sense. “Good thinking,” he agreed.
But while he found the information amusing, it didn’t diminish his problem. Of course, they’d live in town and he probably wouldn’t see either of them much since he’d be on the ranch. His breath caught in his throat. “They’re not—not going to live out here, are they?”
“Hell, no, boy. Prissy-pants wouldn’t think of it!” Jake replied, imitating the horror he thought Cleve would show.
Toby laughed. “Where am I going to sleep?” he asked, abruptly changing the subject. He had a lot to think about.
Jake pointed in the direction of a building they’d added a few years ago. They called it the Bachelor Pad since all the male cousins lived there.
“We’ve got room for you in the main house, of course, now that the boys, all except Casey, are out there, but I figured you’d want to be a little independent.”
Toby nodded. “Why isn’t Casey out there?”
“Aw, you know Janie. She considers Casey to be her miracle baby. She’s not quite ready to turn him loose.”
Pete and Janie had had the first of the babies, the twins, but she’d had a hard time. She’d hoped for a little girl the next time, but she never got pregnant. Then, when she’d given up on having another baby, she found herself pregnant just after the twins turned ten. Pete tried to save Casey from her coddling, but Janie was stubborn.
“Hey, Pete might be able to move the boy out there if you’re going to live in the Pad. I’ll suggest it to him. He’s afraid the boy will be timid,” Jake added with a laugh. “I don’t really think he’s got anything to worry about. The twins give Casey a hard time for the same reason.”
Toby grinned. Life was normal at the Randalls.
“Wow,” Toby suddenly exclaimed. “That will leave you with no kids in the house. Won’t that seem strange?”
“Yep. When I started the matchmaking, I never envisioned it would be so successful.” Toby and Jake shared a smile. Jake and his three brothers had lived for a number of years without any women. Jake had married Chloe, who divorced him and tried to take the ranch away from them. “Fear of Chloe” kept them from commitment until Jake realized they’d never have heirs to inherit the ranch unless something changed. So he hatched some matchmaking plots that really worked. “It seems sort of sad, though. I’ll miss having little ones underfoot. ’Course, Elizabeth will live with us until the wedding.”
“Uh, have they set a date?”
“Nope. I asked Chad about it and he said he wasn’t in any hurry. He’s hoping Elizabeth will come to her senses.”
Toby frowned. “The moms aren’t doing any manipulating, are they?”
Jake grinned again. “Naw. Not much.”
“What do you mean not much?” Toby didn’t want Elizabeth to be unhappy, but she’d made her choice. If she was going to marry the guy, they might as well get it over with and marry…and move.
