Rocky Mountain Brides: Raising the Rancher's Family

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Not even her feelings for the man could change what she had to do.

By late afternoon, the last of the calves were branded and back in the pen. The men walked toward the house for a cold drink and to relax. Thanks to Leah and the other women, they had leftovers waiting along with iced tubs of soft drinks and beer.

The party began.

It wasn’t by any means a wild party, everyone just sat around enjoying the quiet evening with friends and family. Holt looked for Leah and Corey and found the kid playing with his new friends. Leah talking with a group of the women.

He couldn’t help but watch her. She had such an easy way with people. Everyone liked her, himself included. His gut tightened with need. Not just the physical need she’d awakened in him, but a different need he’d never experienced before. The need to see her smile…to hear her laughter…or just for the scent of her hair when she walked past him.

“Leah’s grown into a pretty woman,” Bart said as he appeared next to him.

“Since I didn’t know her as a kid, I couldn’t say. But yes, Leah is pretty.”

The fiftysomething rancher handed him a longneck bottle of beer. “She was cute as a button.”

The last thing Holt wanted to do was talk about his relationship with Leah. “Bart, I want to thank you for all your help today,” he said, changing the subject.

“Glad to do it.” The man pushed back his hat. “I guess we were all a little curious to see how you would handle your first roundup.” His grin caused tiny lines to crinkle around his eyes. “Guess we can’t call you a big city boy anymore. I’d be proud if you’d come and help me out at the end of the month.”

His neighbor’s acceptance meant a lot to Holt. “I’d be happy to,” he told him. “Just tell me the time and place.”

“Will do. Can you sweet talk Leah into bringing some of her fried chicken?”

Holt laughed. In the past few weeks Leah had become such a part of his life. He found he was eager to return to the house each night, knowing she would be there.

“I’ll see what I can do,” he told his neighbor.

Bart just winked and together they strolled back to the group that gravitated around the open pit. With the cool of the evening ahead, Zach had started afire.

It was an opportunity to talk to everyone. “I want to thank you all for coming here today. I couldn’t have done this without your help. I hope I can return the favor.” He raised his bottle and smiled. “And to the lovely ladies who prepared all the delicious food. Thank you. I haven’t eaten this well in years.” He patted his flat stomach. “And it’s a good thing.”

That brought a laugh from his neighbors, and he searched the group for Leah. She was standing in the back. He found he wanted her with him.

“Does this mean that you’re going to hang around?” The question came from one of the ladies.

“I think so,” he said honestly. “I know I have a lot to learn, but I’m beginning to feel like I belong.”

“You’re John Rawlins’s son. Of course you belong here.”

Holt’s smile froze, but he willed himself to relax. He wasn’t going to let his father spoil another evening. Suddenly everyone’s attention went to one of the men who pulled out a harmonica, and began to play. More leftovers were eaten and the kids roasted marshmallows.

Holt glanced at Leah, realizing with her here, this was about as perfect as it could get.

Leah went into the barn to escape. She felt like there was a spotlight on her whenever Holt looked at her. Her mother was even singing the man’s praises. Leah didn’t need anyone telling her what kind of man Holt Rawlins was. She already knew, and she already had feelings for him.

She walked down the center aisle to Lulu and Goldie’s stall. The mare greeted her with a neigh and came to the gate.

“Hello, girl.” Leah stroked Lulu’s muzzle “How’s it going?” She glanced down at the filly at her side. “Hi, Goldie.” but the two-week-old foal skittered away when she reached out her hand. “A little shy after all the visitors today, huh?” Corey had been showing off the new addition to the ranch.

Although the filly didn’t want attention, Lulu did. Leah felt comforted by petting the mare. It relaxed her, too. Today had been busy, but she loved all the work. She’d gotten to visit with people who’d been such a big part of her life.

Her life. Leah sighed. At one time, she thought she’d had it all planned out. From an early age, she’d known what she’d wanted. A career and travel first. Not until she was thirty would she even think about settling down. Now suddenly she was playing house with one sexy cowboy, and a surrogate mother to an eight-year-old boy. And she was crazy about both of them.

“So, this is where you’ve been hiding out,” Holt said.

Leah jerked around to find him leaning against an empty stall across the aisle. Even dressed in dirty jeans and shirt from the day’s branding, he looked handsome…sexy…mouthwatering.

She finally found her voice. “I was just checking on the filly.”

“I think Goldie’s been checked on by nearly half the town today.” His smile was slow and easy and it took her breath away.

He pushed away from the stall and walked to her. “I had a feeling that you are avoiding me.”

She continued to stroke the horse, but Lulu changed allegiance and went to Holt. Fickle female. The mare nudged against his hands, begging for attention and Holt began stroking her nose.

“She just can’t get enough attention,” he said.

Leah met his heated gaze, then recalled an earlier event that day. Several women had been immune to his charms, especially one shapely blonde. “Reminds me of someone else.”

“If you’re talking about Kaley, I’m not interested. She’s definitely not my type.”

“Who says I care?” she told him, trying to sound convincing.

Holt clutched his hand to his heart. “Oh, that hurts.”

Leah worked hard not to smile. “Go cry on Kaley’s shoulder.” She turned serious. “Encouraged or not, the woman goes after what she wants. And she wants you.”

Holt took a step closer and reached for Leah. “I don’t want her.”

Leah suddenly felt hot. “It’s none of my business.”

He leaned toward her. “Yes, it is.” He brushed back a loose strand of her hair. His grazing touch caused her to shiver. “Because, Leah, you’re the one who keeps me awake at night, the one who makes me ache until I think I can stand it any longer.” His head descended to hers.

“Holt…this isn’t a good idea…you kissing me …” Her resistance was weak; even she didn’t believe her words.

Holt searched her face, the blatant desire in his green eyes caused her heart to pound in her ears. His warm breath caressed her face, making her shiver. “That’s why you’re going to kiss me,” he whispered. “So you’ll have no regrets.”

Leah swallowed hard. “I still don’t think this is wise…to start anything.” Even she didn’t believe what she was saying.

Holt touched her cheek with the back of his hand. “Don’t think, Leah.” His low, husky tone was slowly mesmerizing her. “Just feel …” he breathed and she lost the battle. With a tiny whimper she surrendered, went into his arms and her lips touched his.

This one time wouldn’t hurt.

Now if only she believed that.

CHAPTER EIGHT

THE next day, standing on the inn’s porch, preparing to snap a picture, Leah was still reliving Holt’s kisses. She didn’t want to think about them at all. But as hard as she tried she couldn’t stop the feelings.

None of that mattered. She was heading off in a few weeks for her next assignment. That meant leaving her family and friends behind. And worse, this time it would mean leaving Holt and Corey. Although she was crazy to feel that way. She’d be a fool to expect a commitment from Holt, and Corey would probably go into a foster home soon, and there was nothing she would do about it. She sighed, feeling her eyes burn. Too bad because he and Holt were great together and needed each other badly.

“Leah, are you going to take the picture today?” Morgan called.

Leah shook away her thoughts, realizing her sister and parents were on the inn’s porch waiting for her.

“Sorry, I was checking for the best light,” she fibbed. “Okay, now smile.” Her parents obliged and she took the picture. “That’s it.”

Morgan came down the steps. “Where else do you want to go?”

Leah smiled at her sister’s excitement and she was glad she’d volunteered to take pictures for the town’s new brochure and Web site. “How about if we call it a day? I’m losing the light and I need to get Corey back to the ranch for dinner.”