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They didn’t often have visitors and rarely women, except for Karen, who was nothing like this woman with her skinny pants and pleather jacket.
Lily still stared. At only four years old, Lily barely remembered her mother. He kept a photograph of Lillian beside his daughter’s bed to remind her.
He guessed Lily would miss her mother’s touch most and, as much as he held and cuddled Lily all the time to try to fill that void, he could never be Lillian.
The walls crowded in on him. His breathing became shallow enough to concern him. He wasn’t up to this fathering and mothering of them, of being both parents to them 24/7.
Samantha Read made him feel every single deficiency he tried to ignore.
He wished to holy hell she hadn’t shown up on his doorstep.
Chapter Two (#ulink_57d11e1f-ef39-58ed-b2c6-a65aea524f3e)
Samantha watched Michael come to grips with his emotions. She had to do the same with her own.
He didn’t talk much, but when he did, he packed a punch.
Her hands shook. How dare he? How dare he criticize the way she raised her children?
Since the day Jason had been born nine years ago, her life had been all about him. Then another gift, Colt, had come along five years ago and she’d doubled her efforts.
This man didn’t want them here.
Probably because of her talking. She knew she talked too much, but couldn’t control herself when she was nervous.
And she had been so nervous when they’d been caught in the storm.
Maybe that’s why his disdain hit hard.
Had she put her sons at risk? She didn’t know about snowstorms. She had little experience with this kind of weather.
“I didn’t know the storm was going to be so bad.” She glanced out the window, baffled by the savagery on the other side of the glass. “I’ve never been in a snowstorm before. I had no idea what to expect.”
Compelled to be honest, she added, “I should have stopped sooner, but we were so close to Rodeo. I thought we could make it to Travis’s house. I didn’t really know where else to stop once the storm started. I didn’t see a motel.”
“It got bad really fast, mister,” Jason said.
Jason. Her defender. She wished he didn’t have to take on that role. She’d told him many times not to, but still he looked out for her.
“It was just a few flakes of snow and we liked it.” Jason looked nervous taking on the big stern man, but he swallowed and continued. “Colt’s never seen snow in his whole entire life. Then, all of sudden, we couldn’t see anything except too much snow.”
“I was scared,” Colt piped up.
The man’s expression softened. He unbent enough to tell Jason and Colt, “I bet you were. I would have been, too.”
Ever the peacemaker, Jason said, “Don’t blame my mom. It came out of nowhere. She was brave.”
The man straightened and looked at her with a trace of chagrin.
Good. He should be ashamed. He was lucky she wasn’t one to hold a grudge.
Maybe she shouldn’t let him off the hook too quickly. She had the suspicion he felt worse that her children had heard him than he did about criticizing her in the first place.
He could fault her all he wanted. She didn’t care. She knew she was a damned fine mother.
She loved her children.
What was his problem, anyway?
He watched her steadily with eyes that were deep brown, almost black, and inscrutable.
Defiantly, she gave the same kind of direct scrutiny right back.
Not much taller than her own five eight, he made up for any lack of height with an impressively broad chest and developed biceps and thighs. Dark chocolate hair curled over his collar, matching his eyes.
She might have found him attractive if he didn’t grind his hard jaw, as though softness and compromise were dirty words.
Good God, just what she needed. She’d been exposed to enough inflexible men in her line of work. She’d left all of that behind. She didn’t need it here in Rodeo.
She glanced at her boys. They would make the best new start here that she could manage, even if it killed her. Her boys deserved no less.
In a month, she would start work at her new job in town and would work her butt off to be independent from everyone, even her brother.
She glanced back at the hard-edged rancher.
Maybe they shouldn’t have stopped here.
Dumb thought. They’d had no choice. If she hadn’t stopped, her children would have been dead by morning. This had been the only light visible through the storm.
Sammy would never admit it to the boys, but she’d been terrified.
Everyone stared at her. No one seemed to know what to do next.
The silence stretched, unnerving her. Her antsy inner neurotic raised her unwelcome head, just like clockwork. Sammy rushed to fill the space and stillness of the room...as she always did.
“Well, hey, you. What are your names?” She leaned forward to inspect the two cute little darlings, especially the girl, who stared at her as if she had two heads. You’d think she’d never seen a woman before.
Sammy loved children. Adored them.
“I’m Mick,” the boy said, his voice too loud in the quiet room. Was he overcompensating like her with her silly chatter? She guessed him to be about Colt’s age. He pointed to his sister, who peeked around him. “She’s Lily.”
Lily was maybe three or four. A beautiful child, her mass of unruly hair, dark chocolate like her father’s but shot through with red highlights, overwhelmed her delicate heart-shaped face.
“I’m so happy to meet you both. You’ve met my boys.”
To Michael, who watched her as though she were an exotic and not-too-welcome bird, she said, “My older son is Jason, and this little troublemaker is Colt.”
“Mo-om,” Colt complained, but smiled as she’d known he would.
“Is it real?” Lily asked.
Sammy returned her attention to the girl. “Is what real?”
“Your hair,” she whispered, clutching a doll to her chest by its mass of tangled hair.
Sammy laughed and squatted on her heels, beckoning to her. “You tell me. Does it feel real?”
Lily approached shyly and patted Sammy’s hair, then jerked her hand away as though stung.
“What? Is it bad? I’ll bet it’s a real mess. We’ve been on the road for days.” She was babbling again because Michael stared a hole through her. Cripes, she was just trying to make his daughter comfortable.
“It’s soft.” Lily put a couple of fingers into her mouth and spoke around them. “Pretty.”
“You think so? Winter static is not a woman’s friend.” She fingered the neckline of her sweater. “Watch this!”
Pulling the neck of her sweater up over the side of her head, she rubbed her hair with it.
She heard the rancher gasp. Oh, dear. What had she done wrong now? It was all good fun.
When she pulled her sweater back down, her hair stood on end on that side of her head. Her blond, almost white, hair was fine. Unless she used a lot of product, it tended to be wayward. In this dry Montana cold, it just wanted to float everywhere.
She hadn’t bothered styling it lately. They were on the road driving to Travis’s. Who on earth did she need to impress with perfect hair and makeup? No one.
In Vegas, she’d had to dress to the nines to impress her boss and his clientele. Not here.
Lily dissolved into the sweetest bundle of giggles, and Sammy laughed with her.
“Not so pretty now, is it?”
“No!” the child shouted, her straight little baby teeth gleaming.
She ran to her father, dragging her doll by the hair, and raised her arms to be picked up. He lifted her as though she weighed a couple of ounces. Lily whispered in his ear.
“Good, honey,” he murmured back.
Whatever she’d said mellowed him. A bit. Sammy liked the way he held his daughter.
“We need to get you settled in.” He glanced out the window. “You won’t be going anywhere for a while.”
“Dad, where are they going to sleep?” Mick asked.
His father sighed and seemed to weigh options.
“We have a spare bedroom,” he said, “Trouble is I’ve been using it to store junk and overflow. Sometimes, the kids play in there to keep the living room clear of toys.”
Samantha waited, not sure where this was going. Did he want them all to sleep on the sofa? That would be fine.
After coming to a decision, he said, “How about all of you take my bedroom? It has a king-size bed, so there’s room for everyone.”
Sammy had to be sure she was putting out this family as little as possible. Jason had been right to call her to task for barging into the house without invitation. She had an impulsive nature she seemed to spend most of her life curbing.
“I couldn’t possibly put you out of your room.” She cast her gaze about wildly. “How about if the boys share the sofa and I can camp out on the floor?”
“No. The three of you will take my bedroom.”
“But where will you sleep?”
“There’s a spare bed in Lily’s room.”
Lily popped her fingers out of her mouth. “Daddy, no! You snore.”
“It’s not that bad.”
Lily nodded so hard her hair flopped about. “Is bad, Daddy.”
He chewed on his lip. “I guess I could put all of you in Mick’s room and he could bunk with me in mine.”
“No, Dad!” Mick yelled. “Sometimes I can hear you even from my room. I won’t be able to sleep!”
His cheeks turned red. “If I wake you up, I’ll come out here to the sofa.”
“Da-a-ad. No.” Mick looked miserable.
Clearly frustrated, Michael said, “Back to the original plan. You’ll all take my bed. I’ll sleep on the sofa.”
“I can’t let you sleep on the sofa while I take your bed.” It just didn’t sit right with Samantha.
“You sure like to argue.”
“I do not!”
A smile kicked up the corners of his lips. Okay, so maybe he had a sense of humor.
“Thank you,” she conceded. “We would appreciate it.”
The girl whispered something in her father’s ear.
“Lily wants to know,” he said, “if she can show you her bedroom.”
Samantha felt herself light up like a birthday cake. She loved her boys fiercely, but she had always wanted a little girl. “I’d love that.”
In Lily’s room, Sammy managed to keep her distance from Michael. Despite his rough-edged, stoic manner, she found him attractive.
Of all of the men who’d made passes at her in hotels, motels and gas stations on the drive out here, why did she have to feel a frisson of desire for this grumpy old man?
Old was maybe unfair. He wasn’t much over forty, but he seemed older, as though he’d started to give up.
The mauve bedroom had twin beds, both covered with duvets in shades of pink and ivory. Someone had decorated the girl’s room with love. Only one of the beds was made, and it was covered with piles of clothing.
