The Cowboy's Secret Family

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“I’m sorry,” Miranda said. “That was wrong of him.”

To say the least. Matt continued to watch the conversation unfold, his interest in his daughter growing. The kid had spunk. He liked that.

“I’m going to let your grandfather know how I feel, how we both feel about him lying to you the next time I see him.”

That didn’t seem to appease the child. But hell, why should it?

“Just so you know,” Miranda added, “I’d planned to tell you about your father when you asked me about him. But I shouldn’t have waited.”

“So where is my dad? And how come he didn’t know about me? If he did, maybe he would have come to see me or called or...something.” Emily shook her head, her ponytail swishing from side to side. “Does he even know when my birthday is?”

“It’s August the third,” Matt said. “And I’m going to try my best to be with you on that day from now on.”

Emily’s lips parted, and when she turned to him, her eyes widened in disbelief. “You? You’re my dad?”

Damn. Did the kid not approve of him, either? Grave Digger had done a real number on Matt’s body when he stomped on him, casting a shadow on all he’d accomplished, all the buckles he’d won. But Miranda’s rejection, her father’s disapproval and now Emily’s reaction crushed him in a way that blasted bull hadn’t.

“Yes,” Matt said. “I’m your dad.”

Emily eyed him carefully, taking in the news that had thrown him for a loop when he’d first heard it last night.

He held his breath as he awaited her response. For some reason, her assessment of him concerned him more than that of any high school principal, police officer or courtroom judge.

The crease in the girl’s brow deepened, then she looked down at her empty plate, studying the smears of ham drippings as if they were tea leaves.

When she finally looked up, her expression eased into one of cautious curiosity. “Why didn’t you know about me? Didn’t you ever want a little girl?”

He could throw her mother and grandfather under the bus, but that might make things even worse. “I’m here now. And I’m glad I finally got to meet my daughter.”

She seemed to chew on that for a beat, then asked, “Does that mean you’re coming to my birthday party?”

“You bet I will. I’ll even bring a present. What would you like?”

She shrugged. “I don’t need anything.”

“Not even a bicycle?”

At that, she smiled. “I have a pony, remember?”

“Right. And you’re going to be a cowgirl when you grow up.”

“Yep. But I might be a veterinarian. That’s a doctor for animals.” She glanced at her mother. “Can I go now?”

That was it? She’d moved on to gathering eggs rather than locking in a birthday present? Hell, he was tempted to bring her nine of them, one for each birthday he’d missed.

When Miranda nodded, Emily turned to Matt and smiled. “You wanna go with me to get the eggs?”

A farm chore had never sounded so appealing. “I’d like that.” In fact, he liked it a lot.

She got up from her chair, then walked out to the service porch. Matt glanced at Miranda, assuming she’d want to join them, but she shook her head and waved him off, allowing him some privacy when meeting his daughter for the first time.

He appreciated that, even though his anger and resentment hadn’t diminished too much. Maybe, in time, he’d find it easier to forgive her than he’d thought.

As he followed Emily outside, she turned and blessed him with a dimpled smile. “Want me to show you my pony and my lamb before we get the eggs?”

“Absolutely.”

As they walked toward the corral, she pointed to his cane. “Why are you limping?”

“I tried to ride an ornery bull, but he didn’t like it. So he threw me off and stepped on me.”

She stopped in her tracks and turned to face him. “That wasn’t very smart. You do know that bulls are dangerous, right?”

“Yeah. I know.”

“You’re lucky he didn’t poke you with his horns and stomp you to death. And then I wouldn’t have got to meet you at all.” She lifted her index finger and wagged it at him, a gesture that touched his heart. “So don’t do it again, okay? I just found you and don’t want you to get hurt or die.”

He couldn’t help chuckling at her admonition. As much as he’d have liked to respect her wishes, he couldn’t give up the rodeo. If he wasn’t a champion bull rider, who was he? But she’d given him something to think about.

When they reached the corral, where the black-and-white Shetland pony munched on alfalfa that George must have fed him this morning, Emily pointed to the little gelding. “That’s Oreo. Do you know why we call him that?”

“Let me guess.” A grin stretched across Matt’s face. “Because he eats cookies?”

She laughed. “No, silly. Because he looks like one. An Oreo cookie. Get it?”

“Aw. Yes. That’s very clever. Did you name him?”

“No, the people who owned him before Uncle George bought him for me called him that. But I got to name Bob and the chickens.”

“Is Bob the lamb?”

“Yep.”

“Maybe you should have called him Baaaab?”

“You’re funny!” Her smile darn near turned him inside out.

He’d always liked to make his friends laugh—and he did so often. But the pleasure he’d taken at seeing their happy adult faces paled in comparison to hearing the lilt of Emily’s sweet laugh and seeing the bright-eyed smile that dimpled her cheeks.

“Come on,” she said. “I want you to meet him. And you can watch me feed him.”

“Uncle George doesn’t do that for you?”

“Oh, no! I take care of Bob all by myself. I feed him and give him water and bathe him and everything. I’m going to show him at the fair. He’s very cool, and he likes going for walks. He’s my best friend. But don’t tell Sweetie Pie.”

A grin tugged at Matt’s lips, although he tried to hide it. Implying that Emily might not be pulling her weight when it came to the ranch chores seemed to have horrified her, which filled him with a bit of pride. He would have felt the same way, when he’d first moved onto the Double G as a young teen.

After feeding Bob, Emily reached into her back pocket, whipped out a pink Western bandana and tied it to the lamb’s neck. Then she led Matt to the chicken coop and pointed out each one. “That’s Dumpling. And the brown and black one is Nuggets. Pot Pie is behind the coop and the one drinking water is Casserole.”

“They’re all named after chicken dishes, huh? Does that mean you’re going to eat them?”

“No!” Her once happy expression morphed into one that was just as horrified as the last. “They’re my friends. Besides, they give us eggs.”

The little girl—his little girl—was a hoot. Smart as a whip, spunky and pretty to boot. And in spite of feeling awkward around her earlier, she’d managed to put him at ease.

Not that he expected to take to fatherhood the way he’d taken to riding a horse or roping cattle, but taking on a paternal role didn’t seem nearly as scary as it had when he first learned he had a child.

Emily unlatched the door to the coop and went inside to check for eggs, but came back empty-handed.

“Looks like the girls aren’t doing their jobs.”

Emily shrugged. “Sometimes they don’t lay them until later. That’s why I check for eggs all the time.”

After shutting the wired door and hooking the latch, she brushed her hands on her denim-clad thighs. When she looked up, her eyes sparkled. “You know what? I’m really going to like having a daddy.”

Something deep in his heart warmed at the comment, the acceptance.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he said. “I’m going to like having a daughter.” Surprisingly, those words rang true.

He couldn’t ask for more in a child, other than wishing he’d known about her when she’d been a baby. But there wasn’t anything he could do about that now.

They did have today, and each one after this. Yet while he could envision himself bonding with Emily, he wasn’t so sure how he felt about her mother.

Emily stopped and gazed up at him. “You don’t believe in hitting kids, do you?”

He hadn’t seen that question coming. “No, I don’t.”

“Good. That’s why I don’t like Gavin.”

Matt’s gut twisted into a knot, his senses on high alert, and he braced himself for her answer. “Who’s Gavin?”

“The guy my mom was going to marry. I’m glad she didn’t. Gavin wouldn’t be a good daddy.”

Matt stiffened. “Why do you say that?”

“Because he’s a yeller. And a hitter.”

The knot in his gut was nothing compared to the clench of his fists. “Did he hit you or your mom?”

“Only me. And he made my nose bleed.”

A chill ran through Matt’s veins. How dare that man hit a child. Especially this child.

“I really wanted to be a flower girl,” Emily added. “And I really liked the dress I was going to wear. But not if we married Gavin.”

“Is that why your mom left him?”

Emily nodded. “Yep. Because he hit me for crying when I had an earache.”

Matt’s gut clenched. What kind of monster had Miranda planned to marry?

“Abuelito, my grandfather, was mad, too,” Emily added.

“At Gavin?”

“No. At my mom. Because he had to pay a whole lot of money for the wedding, even though no one went to it.”

That figured. A snide comment formed on the tip of Matt’s tongue, but he clamped his mouth shut until the urge to blurt it out passed.

“So where did your mom meet Gavin?” he asked.

“At Abuelito’s Christmas party.”

Matt glanced over his shoulder at the house, wondering if Miranda had come out to the porch to see how he and Emily were doing. He supposed he should be grateful that she’d allowed them to have this precious time alone. But he no longer wanted time with his daughter. He now wanted to get the straight scoop from Miranda.

No doubt she had made the right decision to leave. Had she pressed charges? She certainly should have. Questions began to pop up in his mind, one after another.

Why had it taken her so long to see through Gavin?

And how had she gotten involved with a guy like that in the first place?

As soon as Emily was out of earshot, Matt intended to learn the answer to all his questions. And in this case, he wouldn’t be the least bit reluctant to pry.

Chapter Four (#uebdb2155-79e0-5d8b-95c4-7f6be9b559b7)

Miranda wanted nothing more than to go outside with Matt and Emily, to listen to their conversation and to watch their facial expressions, but she’d been reluctant to ask if she could join them. She’d kept Emily to herself for so long that it only seemed fair to let Matt have some time with their daughter without her hovering nearby.

But that didn’t mean she’d go so far as to hole up in the home office, balancing the checkbook and paying the monthly bills. Instead, she brought her work to the kitchen and sat close to the back door, where she expected them to reenter the house after Emily showed Matt around the ranch and introduced him to her barnyard friends