The Texan's Christmas

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In fact, he was finding it difficult not to think about her. The executive was beautiful in a different way than most of the women he knew—he couldn’t quite picture her in boots and jeans—but her allure went beyond physical. She was smart, sharp enough to work her way to an impressive position for a woman under thirty. Daniel knew that Jacob and Lizzie had busted their respective asses to get Brock to increase their responsibility at Baron Energies, but that kind of success had to be even more difficult when you didn’t have a powerful name or family business.

The table Jet had secured was tall and narrow. It was awkward for three men to try to fit around, but Daniel was grateful to have any spot on such a popular night. They ordered a pitcher of beer and chatted about the event they’d just left. From the curious looks both men cast in his direction, he guessed they were silently speculating on whether he’d be returning to rodeo. It was only part of how he made a living, of course. He had also invested in a friend’s stock contracting, breeding animals for rodeo, and Daniel stayed busy on the side training horses, although his injury had temporarily limited him to more of a consulting position. He liked everything he did well enough, but there was still a niggling sense of disquiet. As if he hadn’t yet found the right fit.

Eventually, the subject turned to Luke and Carly’s wedding. “Luke warned me from the start that there would be a lot of details,” Jacob said. “This is Carly’s big day, and she’s nothing if not strong-minded.”

Jet and Daniel both grinned at that. When the Burke boys had first moved to the ranch, Daniel had gone through an ill-advised period of getting into trouble. While Brock’s aloofness had made Jacob work all the harder to be the best at everything, Daniel had taken the juvenile approach that if the old man wasn’t going to like him anyway, Daniel might as well live down to his low expectations. Whereas Savannah was likely to shake her head at his transgressions and turn a blind eye—as long as he wasn’t physically endangering himself—and Lizzie, always more responsible than her years, would scold like a miniadult, Carly was busy getting into her own scrapes.

She was a different woman now. He wasn’t sure if it was solely the result of mellowing with age or the contentment that came from her relationship with Luke.

“I think all the wedding talk is making Mariana even more anxious for the spring,” Jacob added, looking eager himself. He and Mariana were planning a longer engagement than Luke and Carly, but no one could doubt that they were every bit as much in love. “Although, it’s hard for her, knowing Leah won’t be there to see it.”

Mariana’s sister—Cody’s mother—had died tragically young. Daniel thought his siblings were brave, rushing headlong into new commitments when family so often equaled loss. Who should know that better than the Barons, after they’d been abandoned by Delia and then lost their stepmother?

Jacob clapped Daniel on the back. “I know it wouldn’t be the same for me if you couldn’t be there.”

Naturally, Daniel had agreed to be the best man, but he felt like a bit of a fraud. Maybe the job should go to someone like Jet or Luke, someone who genuinely believed in marriage. Or maybe Daniel should warn Jacob that he was thinking of relocating. Obviously, Daniel would travel from any corner of the earth to be at his brother’s wedding, but it might be easier for someone local to handle the wedding-related tasks. Then again, nothing was definite yet, and when the time came to tell Jacob he might be leaving, it should be a one-on-one conversation, not something shared in a noisy bar.

They discussed where and when they could hold the bachelor party and the potential head count. The bride and groom definitely didn’t want the festivities to be the night before the wedding; Carly said she wanted guests to have plenty of time to recover from any hangovers. Jacob made some notes on his phone about equipment they’d need to rent and staff they’d need to hire and said he’d talk to Luke about getting a guest list on Sunday.

“About Sunday.” Jet tilted his cowboy hat back on his head. “I understand Lizzie and Carly invited Nicole Bennett to join us.”

“The woman who works for Adele?” Jacob asked.

“Right, the one who took Lizzie to the hospital that time,” Jet said. “Cute, from what I recall.” He said the words matter-of-factly with no personal interest. These days, he had eyes only for Jasmine Marks.

“Cute?” Daniel echoed in disbelief.

“You don’t think she’s attractive?” Jacob asked.

On the contrary. Daniel thought cute was far too girlish and tepid to describe her. “I...”

“Do you realize,” Jet said, suddenly solemn, “that Nicole has spent more time with my own mother than I have? I’m torn between resenting her and wanting to ask her a hundred dumb questions, like what’s Delia—um, Adele’s—favorite movie or country singer.”

“It’s not dumb to want to know more about your mom,” Daniel said. The holiday season intensified how much he missed his own mother, and he couldn’t help empathizing with the ache in Jet’s tone. “But as far as the resentment goes, I hope you won’t take Adele’s mistakes out on Nicole.”

Jacob’s eyebrows shot up, and the questioning look he gave Daniel over his mug of beer made Daniel realize how protective he’d sounded.

Jet frowned. “Of course not. I have three sisters. They’d hog-tie me and have me beaten if I was rude to a woman. Jasmine wouldn’t stand for it either. Speaking of which...” He checked the time and threw a five-dollar bill on the table. “I have someone waiting for me at home who’s a lot prettier than either of you two.”

As their stepbrother blended into the crowd, Jacob returned to the topic of Nicole. “How well do you know Nicole Bennett?”

“She’s practically a stranger.” It was the truth. There was no rational reason for him to have been so concerned about her when he’d found her upset in Lizzie’s kitchen. And there was just as little reason for him to have been so happy to see her yesterday.

“Uh-huh.”

For the slightest second, it was on the tip of Daniel’s tongue to ask what it had been like when Jacob met Mariana, what his first impressions had been, if he’d had any inkling of what she might come to mean to him. Then again, on the day they’d met, Jacob had just been hit with the bombshell that he was a father. So that had probably been uppermost in his thoughts at the time. Plus, Mariana—whose own father had used the rodeo as an excuse to be a deadbeat dad—hadn’t exactly approved of Jacob’s lifestyle.

And yet somehow they worked through all of that.

Maybe the trick was wanting it enough to make it work, but Daniel was still surprised by their optimism. Both Mariana and Jacob were children of divorced parents, both had experienced the various ways people who mattered could be ripped from your life.

Jacob pulled out his wallet. “We should probably head out, too. I’m sure other people would appreciate the table.” He grinned. “And Jet’s not the only one with someone pretty waiting up for him.”

* * *

NICOLE FROWNED AT her reflection. Was it her imagination, or was her cleavage a lot more noticeable than it should have been in the V-necked sweater? She was tempted to pick another outfit—which she’d already done twice. She was going to have an emotional conversation with Adele’s children today, and Nicole felt most self-assured in her suit jackets and skirts. But those seemed like ridiculous attire for a family afternoon at the ranch.

She’d shimmied into her favorite pair of jeans, wondering how much longer they’d still fit, and pulled her hair into a ponytail that gave her a more casual appearance. She didn’t want to look stiff or as if she were trying too hard. Then again, a little makeup couldn’t hurt...

Adele knocked on the bathroom door. “You okay? I can bring you some ginger ale or crackers if your stomach’s bothering you.”

“My stomach’s fine.” Nicole cracked the door open and gestured toward the discarded tops on the bathroom counter. “I’ve been in here so long because I keep changing my mind about which shirt to wear. It’s early enough in the pregnancy that changes to my body are probably mostly in my head, but nothing feels entirely comfortable right now.”

“And you think that’s because of the pregnancy?” Adele looked upward with feigned innocence. “Not, say, because of a certain rodeo cowboy with a ‘strong sense of justice’?”

Nicole scowled. “You’re mocking me at a time like this? Do you know how nervous I am about facing your family?” The weight of the responsibility, to paint her mentor in a sympathetic light, was crushing. “I really wish you were coming with me.”

“I’m not the one they invited.” There was a hollowness to her words, and Nicole heard the echo of fear, the worry that Adele would never be welcome.

There was a buzz as Nicole’s phone vibrated on the counter, making her stomach pitch and seize. Maybe she should have taken Adele up on those crackers.

“That’s Daniel.” Nicole picked up her phone, scanning his message that he’d parked and was waiting downstairs. “I told him to text me when he got to the building and I’d meet him in the lobby.” It seemed plain wrong for him to meet Adele before her own children were given the chance.

Emotion shone in Adele’s damp eyes. “I shouldn’t be putting you through this. Especially in your condition. I—”

“You didn’t know I was pregnant when you asked me to go to the ranch today. Now, suck it up.” Nicole gave her a tremulous smile. “Only one of us can be a wreck at a time.”

“I suppose it would be pointless to tell you to have fun?”

“Probably.” Nicole tossed her cell phone and lipstick into her purse, checking to make sure she had plenty of peppermints. Sometimes sucking on them helped quell the nausea. Talking to Lizzie and the others would be awkward enough without Nicole having to bolt for the restroom midsentence.

“You have a bit of a drive between here and the ranch,” Adele reminded her. “At least try to enjoy Daniel’s company on the way.”

At the mention of Daniel’s name, Nicole’s stomach somersaulted again. But this time the sensation wasn’t unpleasant at all.

Chapter Four (#ulink_e153b5f4-cb1f-5399-8153-aac876d00498)

Since Nicole’s sense of smell was on hyperdrive lately, she avoided the elevator except for when she was simply too fatigued to take the stairs. The convenience of riding down wasn’t always worth being stuck in an enclosed space with the Gardenia Perfume Woman on the fifth floor or Eats a Ton of Garlic on three. Today, the stairs also gave her an excuse to burn off some nervous energy.

She spotted Daniel, leaning against the wall by the elevator banks, before he saw her. Last time they’d encountered each other, he’d been leaving physical therapy and was dressed like someone going to the gym. Today he wore dark jeans, a white button-down shirt and a cowboy hat. She was tempted not to make her presence known and spend a few more minutes appreciating the picture he made.

Get a grip. Adele was counting on her. How could Nicole facilitate reconciliation between mother and children if she was distracted by lust-addled pregnancy hormones and the way Daniel Baron filled out a pair of Wranglers?

Taking a deep breath, she approached him with the same composure and welcoming smile she would have used when greeting a businessman. “Hi.”

He whipped his head around. “Nicole.” One eyebrow lifted. “This is a surprise.”

“Weren’t you expecting me?” she teased.

“I was expecting Nicole Bennett, executive. I’ve never seen you out of your work clothes.”

She did a double take at his phrasing—and at the idea of Daniel seeing her out of her clothes.

“I mean, I’ve only ever seen you in your professional wardrobe,” he backpedaled. “I was thinking the other day that I couldn’t imagine you in jeans.”

“You’ve been thinking about me?” She wished she hadn’t asked the impulsive question. What if it led to awkwardness on their long drive?

But he held her gaze, not looking the least discomfited. “Yes, ma’am.”

A liquid shiver went through her. He’d joked about not knowing what he wanted to be when he grew up. He should look into narration or recording books on tape. People would pay good money to listen to that low, rich voice.

“Ready to go?” he asked.

Anywhere you want to lead, cowboy. Wow. The pregnancy books really didn’t do these hormone surges justice. Nicole couldn’t remember the last time her libido had been so supercharged.

It occurred to her that maybe she should enjoy the sensation while she could. She rarely dated now, and she didn’t imagine potential suitors would be lining up at her door once her pregnancy became visibly obvious. And after the baby was born? As the single mother of an infant, Nicole suspected she’d be too tired to indulge an active sex drive.

She definitely had some challenging months ahead of her. But for right now, a hot guy with a smile that stole her breath was opening the door for her. The sunshine outside only added to her upbeat mood.

“What a gorgeous day.” She fished in her purse for a pair of sunglasses as they crossed the parking lot. “I’m supposed to pick out a Christmas tree this week, but weather like this makes it feel more like spring than December.”

“Definitely a lot warmer than it was last weekend,” he agreed, unlocking his truck door. “Christmas tree shopping, huh? So you aren’t headed back to San Antonio soon?”

She shook her head. “The plan is for me to spend most of December here.” After Chris Miller had turned down the chance to run their Dallas office, choosing instead to resign, she’d been running double duty. “We’re working on an exciting project out of our Dallas location, making the final plans for a sizable wind farm that will create new jobs.”

Her enthusiasm for the project helped her get through the afternoons when pregnancy fatigue tried to sabotage her. “Squaring away the details and handling press coverage will keep me busy for the next week or so. After that, I’m theoretically free to return to San Antonio, but the office is dead the week of Christmas. It makes just as much sense to stay here and spend my holiday with Adele.” Assuming the grown Baron children agreed to meet with their mother. If not, Adele would probably retreat to San Antonio for a bleak yuletide.

Daniel tilted his head, regarding her with curiosity as she fastened her seat belt. “You’re going to spend Christmas with your boss?”

“She’s more than an employer,” Nicole said. “She’s like family.” Was it an insensitive claim, given how much time Adele had missed with her own family? She sighed, hoping that before the day was over she found the words that would help make up for the lost years, the pain Adele had caused her loved ones. “On a scale from one to I-should-just-throw-myself-from-the-truck, how bad do you think this is gonna be?”

His lips quirked in a half smile, but rather than make a glib reassurance, he took the time to think it over. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’ll do what I can to make it as painless as possible.”

“You are a really nice guy.”

His laugh was short and self-deprecating. “Actually, I’m a cranky loner and recovering troublemaker.” He gave her an appraising look. “Maybe you bring out my better qualities.”

* * *

AS DANIEL MADE the last turn before they reached Roughneck property, Nicole was surprising him with the revelation that not only did she own boots and jeans, she’d once mucked stalls.

“One of the foster homes I lived on was a tiny farm—some vegetable crops, two horses and a chicken coop. All of us kids had chores. I can’t say I much cared for cleaning out the stalls, but I did enjoy riding Grey. Of the two mares, she was the one deemed more suitable for beginners. She didn’t go very fast, but she was sweet.”

“Do you still ride?” he asked, wondering if a visit to the stables was in order this afternoon.

She gave a quick shake of her head, her ponytail swinging lightly behind her. He liked it better when she wore her hair down. With nothing to detract from her face, it was too easy to get distracted by her eyes. Or her lips. “Not for years.”

“I’d be happy to give you a refresher,” he volunteered. “We’ve got a range of horses at the ranch, including some with gentle temperaments.”