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One more thing she wouldn’t need to do again was put up with Ben Dolent and her father’s heavy-handed matchmaking. Ben wasn’t a bad man, just a dull, unattractive one who happened to be the manager of her father’s grain silo, a willing pawn of her father’s, doing whatever he was told without question. Sometimes Callie thought that if she had to endure one more evening of his company she would explode.
“Stuart is not going to be happy about this,” Jenny warned, but Callie couldn’t remember when her father had last been happy about anything, especially not where she was concerned. She knew he meant well, but financial security was not the only important thing in life, and her father had no right to decide whom she would marry and where she would live. Still, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t seem to make him understand that. The more she talked, the more he restricted her access to funds and threw Ben Dolent at her.
“Do me a favor, Jenny,” she said softly. “Don’t call my father yet.”
“I have to, girl! He owns this place.”
“Just give me a couple hours then. That’s not too much to ask, is it? How often have I helped you out?”
Jenny’s lips, red with her favorite lipstick, flattened, but then she nodded, muttering, “It’s about to get real busy around here.” She glared at Callie. “You couldn’t have picked a worse time to up and leave. I don’t know where all these folks are coming from. It’s a phenomenal, is what it is, a phenomenal.”
“Phenomenon,” Callie corrected gently. Smiling, she patted Jenny’s arm as she left the small room. “Thanks, Jenny. I appreciate it.”
Callie walked out into the dining room, the strap of her roomy handbag slung over one shoulder, and smiled at Rex Billings, the tall, handsome lawyer.
“I’m all yours.”
The way his pale blue gaze raked over her, from the top of her shaggy blond head to the toes of her cheap athletic shoes, suddenly made her wish that she’d phrased that differently, but then he smiled and lifted an arm in invitation.
“After you.”
* * *
It didn’t hit Rex until she pointed to the tall, redbrick house in the center of the block exactly whom he had hired.
“You’re Stuart Crowsen’s daughter.”
She turned wide, glade-green eyes on him, seeming almost frightened. “Is that a problem?”
“Of course not. I just didn’t realize, that’s all.”
“Because of my married name,” she concluded, nodding.
He turned the six-year-old pickup truck into the drive and brought it to a stop. His own silver, two-seater sports car sat under a protective cloth cover beneath a tree behind his dad’s house. “I take it you’re divorced.”
“No.” The sadness in that one word said it all.
“I’m sorry,” he told her, killing the engine and letting out the clutch. “Divorced is no picnic, but widowed has to be worse.”
“You’re divorced, then?”
“Yeah.” He sighed and rubbed a finger over his eyebrow. “No kids, so at least we didn’t mess up innocent lives.”
It turned out that catching the boss’s daughter cheating on him had an upside, even if she was your own wife. Rex had ended his relationship with his former law firm, not to mention his marriage with the senior partner’s daughter, over eight months ago. Given the situation, Rex had been offered a very generous severance package. That had given him the freedom to come back to War Bonnet and help out with the ranch while his dad fought to recover his health.
“I’d just found out I was pregnant when Bo died,” Callie told Rex softly. “Bodie will never know him, and he never saw her, but I thank God that I have her.”
“Sounds like you’ve had a rough time of it.”
“Mmm, well, no one’s sick. Mind if I ask what’s wrong with your dad?”
“Cancer. They removed a piece of his liver and some lymph glands, but at least it wasn’t in his pancreas or bile ducts. He’ll have to undergo chemotherapy when he’s stronger, which is why my sisters and I are coming home for a while. This is a busy season at the ranch, and he just can’t manage on his own. With Mom gone, it’s up to us.”
“I remember when your mom died,” Callie said. “It was a big shock. I don’t think anyone realized she had a heart condition.”
“No one,” Rex confirmed. “It was a birth defect. All us kids had to be tested for it afterward. Thankfully, none of us have the problem, but I think that’s why Meredith became a nurse.”
“I wondered about that. Meri never said anything about wanting to be a nurse when we were girls.”
“I didn’t know you were that close.”
“We hung out some.”
Callie reached for the door handle. “I’ll be as quick as I can. There’s a portable crib in the garage. Also some boxes and tape. I used them when Bodie and I moved in a few months back. If you want to help out, you can put the crib in the truck while I tape up the boxes. Then we’ll go inside.”
“That’ll work.”
They walked into the garage via a side door. Callie pulled out the crib and Rex carried it out to the truck. When he returned to the garage, she had four midsize moving boxes put together. She handed him two and took two in her hands before leading the way through the side door.
“Most of my clothes are on hangers,” she said, stepping up into a pristine kitchen. “Bodie’s things will fit in two boxes.”
“You been keeping house for your dad?” he asked, glancing around.
“Almost my whole life,” she confirmed. He nodded to himself. Okay, she could cook and clean. “Don’t worry,” she added. “He can afford to hire help.”
That worked for Rex. “Just take what you need for now. We can come back later for anything else.”
She turned and faced him. “I’d rather take it all if you don’t mind. There really isn’t that much.” Nervously, she sifted her fingers through her short, silky bangs.
He’d always preferred women with long hair, but Callie’s wispy, chin-length blond hair suited her oval face. He liked her somewhat pointy chin. It looked good on her, as did the form-hugging jeans and the simple, short-sleeved T-shirt that she wore. She looked strong and fit, curving in all the right places. Everything about her felt completely genuine.
Rex realized that he was staring and, to cover his lapse, blurted out, “What color is that shirt?”
She looked down at her shirt. “What?”
“I can’t figure out if it’s orange or pink,” he said with a chuckle.
Her green eyes—the color of leafy trees sparkling in the sunlight—rolled upward, and pink lips without a trace of lipstick widened in a smile. “It’s melon.”
He grinned. “Whatever you say.”
Smiling, she crooked a finger at him. “Come with me.”
“Lead on.”
They walked through a formal dining room and into an entry hall, where a staircase led up to the second floor. A plump, grandmotherly woman with tightly curled, iron gray hair appeared on the landing above them.
“Callie? Shouldn’t you be at the café?”
“Not today, Mrs. Lightner. Has Bodie had her bottle?”
“She has, as well as a bath and a fresh diaper. I was just about to dress her when I heard you come in.”
“That’s wonderful. You’re a blessing, Mrs. Lightner. Would you finish dressing her for me?”
The elderly woman frowned, her brows meeting behind her large, thick glasses. Rex figured he knew what the problem must be. He set down the boxes.
“Are you the Mrs. Lightner who used to teach me in Sunday school and give my sisters Meredith and Ann piano lessons?”
Those eyebrows went up. “Meredith and Ann? You must be Rex Billings.”
“That’s right.” Smiling, he stepped up onto the landing and hugged the woman. “I wasn’t sure at first, ma’am. I thought you were older.”
Tittering and fluffing her hair, she actually blushed. “Really?”
“You know how it is,” he said, grinning at her. “Kids think anyone over twenty is ancient. You couldn’t have been much older than thirty back then.” She’d been fifty if she’d been a day, but he’d learned to schmooze at the best law firm in Tulsa.
“Oh, go on,” Mrs. Lightner said with a giggle. “You always were a scamp.”
“I suppose I was,” he admitted good-naturedly. “I’m glad to see you, though. I’ll be sure to tell Dad.”
She sobered then. “How is Wes? I heard he wasn’t doing too well.”
Rex nodded. “It’s been tough. The surgery was hard on him, but my sisters and I are going to take good care of him.”
“You tell him I’m praying for him.”
“Yes, ma’am. We appreciate that.”
“I’ll be in to take over in a just a moment, Mrs. Lightner,” Callie said. Then she crooked her finger at Rex again. “This way.”
Mrs. Lightner still frowned, but she went off to dress Bodie while Rex picked up the boxes and followed Callie into another room. The place had a faded, girlish feel about it. Callie wasted no time packing her belongings quickly and efficiently. Within minutes, Rex began carting boxes and bundles of clothing down to the truck. He returned to find Mrs. Lightner standing in the doorway, the baby in her arms and a thunderous expression on her face.
“What on earth is going on here?”
“Didn’t I say?” Callie replied smoothly, never slowing her movements. “Mr. Billings needs my help until his daughters arrive.”
Sensing a battle on the horizon, Rex quickly surveyed the field and decided on a course of action. Sliding past Mrs. Lightner, he took a quick glance at the baby and carried the suitcases that Callie had packed downstairs. He heard the argument erupt behind him.
“You can’t do that!”
“But I must, Mrs. Lightner. Wes Billings desperately needs help.”
Rex didn’t linger to hear more. The sooner he got Callie Deviner out of there and to the ranch, the better for all concerned. He returned to find Callie in the nursery tossing baby things into a box while Mrs. Lightner rocked a babbling pink bundle who seemed determined to snatch glasses from teary eyes.
“I’m sure you know what you’re doing,” Mrs. Lightner said in a tone that clearly indicated the very opposite.
“We’ll be fine,” Callie promised, closing the box. “Thank you for your concern.” She glanced up at Rex then, sliding the box across the carpet toward him. “We really have to go.”
“Yes, I don’t want to leave Dad any longer than I must,” he stated honestly. “One of the ladies from church is sitting with him, but she has to leave soon.”
Callie slid another box toward him, then shouldered an overstuffed diaper bag and stood, turning to the rocking chair. Mrs. Lightner sighed as Callie gathered the baby into her arms. Dipping, Callie snagged the top of a large plastic bag of disposable diapers.
Rex stacked and picked up the boxes. They felt surprisingly light, so he took the diapers from Callie.
“If you’ve got all that,” she said, “I can grab the car seat from the closet downstairs.”
“What about the rest of these things?” he asked, nodding at the elaborate stroller and the padded playpen, the changing table and canopied baby bed.
“Leave them,” Callie instructed briskly.
He didn’t have to be told twice. “Okay, then. Let’s move.”
Within minutes they were packed into the truck, and Callie was hugging Mrs. Lightner in the driveway.
“Go on home now, Mrs. Lightner,” he heard her say, “and thanks again for everything.”
“But your father...” Mrs. Lightner said.
“Don’t worry. Just head on home.”
As they backed out of the driveway, Rex couldn’t help asking, “Everything okay?”
Callie smiled and glanced over her shoulder at the baby before settling into her seat with a satisfied sigh. “It is now.”
Rex wondered why she seemed so anxious to take this job, but he was too glad of the help to care. The sooner his dad was on the mend, the sooner he could get back to his real life. The sooner everyone could get back to their real lives, him, his sisters, their dad, even Callie Deviner.
Hiring the daughter of the wealthiest man in War Bonnet as a cook and housekeeper did seem odd, but Rex didn’t really care what the pretty little widow’s reasons were for taking this job. He had to give her this: she was a decisive woman, and she traveled light and fast.
He could’ve done worse. Casually looking over at her, he smiled.
Oh, yes. He could have done much worse.
Chapter Two (#ulink_17c30a1f-c658-5a2f-83e8-164b0ed23ce3)
Wes greeted Callie and her little daughter, Bodie, with the brightest smile Rex had seen in weeks.
“I’m tickled pink to be here,” Callie told him. “You just don’t know. Now, I’m going to get the baby down for a nap, clean that kitchen floor and start on your lunch.”
“Ah, I don’t have much appetite,” Wes said, picking at the coverlet on his bed.
“Listen, you,” Callie threatened teasingly, “I have your wife’s recipe for pimento cheese, and I’m not afraid to use it. I’m counting on there still being jars of the pimentos she put up in the pantry.”
Wes’s eyes filled with tears as he beamed. “I never knew what to do with them.”
“Need any help getting dressed and to the table?” she asked, patting Wes on the shoulder.
Rex knew his father hadn’t been out of his pajamas since he’d come home from the hospital.
