The State of Parenthood

He stood. “I won’t endanger your job. I promise.”

She swallowed and tried to convince herself it was what she wanted. “Thank you. I appreciate that.”

“I won’t, however, promise not to kiss you again.”

Any protest she might have made was thwarted by his fingers caressing her cheek. The next moment, he was gone, walking down the dark road toward the bunkhouse.

Natalie touched her face, which still tingled from his caress.

If Aaron were a man of his word, and she highly suspected he was, she would have to guard herself diligently.

A girl could only resist the man of her dreams for so long.

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Cowboy Dad

Cathy McDavid

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

For the past eleven years Cathy McDavid has been juggling a family, a job and writing, and has been doing pretty well at it except for the cooking and housecleaning part. Mother of boy and girl teenaged twins, she manages the near impossible by working every day with her husband of twenty years at their commercial construction company. They survive by not bringing work home and not bringing home to the office. A mutual love of all things Western also helps. Horses and ranch animals have been a part of Cathy’s life since she moved to Arizona as a child and asked her mother for riding lessons. She can hardly remember a time when she couldn’t walk outside and pet a soft, velvety nose (or beak, or snout) whenever the mood struck. You can visit her Web site at www.cathymcdavid.com.

To Paula Eykelhof,

who saw something in that first Harlequin American

proposal and helped launch me

on the career of my dreams, and to

Kathleen Scheibling, a remarkably skilled editor

with an extraordinary eye who has

guided me through four books thus far

and I hope many more to come.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter One

Natalie Forrester stood on the sweeping front porch and watched the old truck rumble down the long road, its tires kicking up a cloud of brown dust. The truck pulled a dilapidated horse trailer that rattled and banged as if it might fall apart with each pothole it hit.

As manager of guest services at Bear Creek Ranch, Natalie considered herself quite adept at determining a visitor’s purpose based on the vehicle they drove. This fellow, in his seen-better-days pickup, was either a local from nearby Payson or a cowboy looking for work. Since she didn’t recognize the vehicle, cowboy got her vote. Her hunch grew stronger when the driver continued through the ranch in the direction of the barn and corrals.

Whoever he was, he’d be disappointed when he met Natalie’s father, head of the resort’s guest amenities. Bear Creek Ranch was fully staffed for the upcoming season, scheduled to begin in a mere ten days.

And speaking of the upcoming season, Natalie had a lot of work ahead of her. Break time was over. Her feet, however, refused to heed her brain’s command to turn around and march inside. The weather was unusually warm for February, the afternoon particularly balmy. According to the thermometer hanging by the front door of the main lodge, the temperature hovered in the mid-sixties. Quite nice, even for the southern edge of Arizona’s rim country, which enjoyed considerably milder winters than its northern counterpart.

Natalie leaned her shoulder against a column built from a tree that had been harvested in the nearby woods about the time President John F. Kennedy took office. The wood, once rough and unfinished, had been worn smooth through the decades by thousands of shoulders belonging to the guests of Bear Creek Ranch.

She never tired of the view from the front porch. Majestic pines towered toward wispy clouds floating in a sky so blue no artist could truly capture the vibrant hue. Behind the trees, the nearby Mazatzal Mountains rose, their stair-step peaks covered in snow much of the year. Bear Creek, the ranch’s namesake, could be easily reached by foot from any of the resort’s thirty-three cabins. Clear and clean, the creek teemed with trout and was a favorite with guests wanting to drop a line and test their luck.

Natalie had been born on Bear Creek Ranch, in the same cabin her parents occupied today. Like her younger sister, Sabrina, she’d grown up on the ranch. Unlike Sabrina, Natalie stayed on after reaching adulthood, learning the hospitality business from the ground up.

She wasn’t related to the Tuckers, the family who owned the ranch and had since it was constructed back when the railroad still made a stop at the old Bear Creek Station. But she and her parents were treated like family in many ways, and her loyalty to the Tuckers ran deep.

The front screen door banged open, rousing Natalie from her woolgathering. Alice Gilbert, the ranch’s office manager and Jake Tucker’s personal assistant, popped her head out the door.

“I think Shiloh’s awake.” She wore the expression of a person who had no experience with babies and wasn’t interested in acquiring any.

“Thanks.”

Pushing off the column, Natalie hurried inside. Her shoes clicked softly on the highly polished hardwood floors as she crossed the lobby toward the front desk. Alice had already disappeared into her small office, which was situated right next to Jake Tucker’s larger one.

Natalie didn’t have the luxury of a private office. Her position required she be available to guests whenever she was on duty and sometimes when she wasn’t. Since she stood—or walked or ran if necessary—more often than she sat while working, the compact computer station tucked behind the reception desk suited her needs just fine.

It was the supply room next to her computer station that Natalie entered, listening intently. No crying. Maybe Alice had been wrong. Tiptoeing, Natalie made her way to the portable crib in the center of the floor. A Mother Goose night-light provided just enough illumination for her to make out the tiny baby stirring in the crib.

Shiloh.

As always, Natalie’s heart melted at the sight of her beautiful three-month-old daughter. How did she ever get so lucky? What had been a scary unplanned pregnancy turned into the greatest joy of her life. Not a day passed that Natalie didn’t thank her lucky stars.

“Hey there, sweetie pie.” She bent and reached into the crib. Lifting Shiloh, she put the baby to her shoulder, kissing a crown of feather-soft hair as she did. “You hungry?”

In response, Shiloh wiggled and mewed and made sucking noises with her tiny mouth.

“Let’s go, then.”

Natalie left the room and headed toward Jake Tucker’s office. Her boss had given her permission to use his office when he wasn’t there to nurse Shiloh in privacy. Alice didn’t much care for the arrangement but she had no say in the matter. Jake had insisted.

Sitting in the overstuffed leather chair behind Jake’s desk, she swiveled to face the window. Shiloh was a good baby in most ways, a blessing considering her unusual day-care circumstances. Natalie nursed the baby and contemplated the changes she’d need to make soon.

The Tuckers had been generous to her since Shiloh’s birth. They’d given her six weeks’ maternity leave, with pay, and then allowed her to use the storage room as a makeshift nursery after she returned to work. Natalie’s mother, who’d retired from Natalie’s job two years ago, watched the baby for a couple hours in the morning. Jake’s oldest daughter helped out when she got home from school.

It was those hours in between that were the problem. Natalie couldn’t keep Shiloh with her during the day when the ranch reopened for the new season. Hiring a part-time nanny made the most sense, but finding a trusted candidate she could afford on her modest budget wouldn’t be easy.

Balancing Shiloh in her lap, Natalie rubbed the baby’s back and waited for a burp. When Shiloh showed no more interest in nursing, Natalie buttoned her blouse. Not an easy task with a baby in her lap. She started when the door unexpectedly opened, hurrying to smooth her disarrayed clothing. Shiloh gave a fussy cry in response.

“Just a second,” Natalie said, feeling her cheeks flush. Although she had permission to be there, she was nonetheless embarrassed. She stood up and turned around, Shiloh cradled in her arms, an apology on the tip of her tongue.

Only it wasn’t Jake Tucker who stood just inside the doorway. This man was a complete stranger.

“May I help you?” Her voice squeaked slightly.

“Sorry to disturb you, ma’am.” He removed his battered cowboy hat. “The lady out front didn’t tell me anyone was in here.”

“Not your fault.” Natalie mustered her best be-nice-to-the-guests smile. Alice’s oversight may or may not have been intentional. No point getting upset about it.

“The fellow down at the stables told me to wait here for Tucker.”

Two things about the man’s statement struck Natalie as odd. First was the fact her father sent the cowboy to the main lodge. Even if they were looking to hire another hand, her father didn’t need Jake’s approval for that.

Second, no one Natalie knew or had ever met referred to Jacob Tucker by his last name alone. Family and close friends called him Jake. Everyone else, including Natalie except when they were in private, called him Mr. Tucker.

“Did Alice phone him for you?”

“If that’s the lady out front, I believe she did. Said he’d be right along.”

He smiled at Natalie then, and she was surprised to find herself thinking what an attractive man he was. Dark brown eyes and even darker hair hinted at a Hispanic heritage. His shoulders were wide but proportionate to his height and well muscled. This cowboy, in his faded jeans and worn-at-the-elbows work shirt, was accustomed to hard physical labor. It was a look he carried well.

“All right then.” Natalie took a step toward the door, intending to leave. Her curiosity was definitely piqued, but this man’s meeting with Jake was none of her business.

“Your baby’s very pretty.”

His words stopped her. She received many compliments on Shiloh, but rarely from men and never from men who were strangers.

“Thank you.”

His smile warmed, and Natalie relaxed. She met all types of people in her line of work. Though appearances could be deceiving, she was a quick and fairly accurate judge of character. This cowboy didn’t strike her as a troublemaker or a creep. If anything, she sensed the opposite in him. There was a quiet sadness underlying his pleasant manner. Subtle, but definitely there.

“Her father must be very proud of her,” he said.

“I wouldn’t know.” Her response came unexpectedly. She didn’t reveal much to anyone about Shiloh’s absent father, preferring to dodge questions rather than reply.

“His loss,” the man said simply.

“Yes, it is,” Natalie said and automatically held a dozy Shiloh closer. “I’d best go.”

He inclined his head. “Maybe I’ll see you around the ranch.”

There was nothing flirtatious about his statement, but Natalie still kept her tone professional. “If you’re staying, that’s likely.”

“I’m staying.”

“You sound very sure.”

“It’s taken me two years to get here. And now that I am, I’m not leaving. For any reason,” he added.

“I see.” Another odd comment, Natalie mused. But then everything about this man and his visit was out of the ordinary…and interesting, she silently admitted.

In the ten months since Shiloh’s father left—with the same abruptness he’d come into her life—Natalie avoided encounters with the opposite sex. So why pick today to lower her guard? And with someone she’d met in a less than comfortable situation only moments before?

Hurried footsteps echoed in the lobby.

“Mr. Tucker’s here.”

The man gave an unconcerned shrug and if she wasn’t mistaken, his sad eyes twinkled with the barest hint of amusement.

In the next instant, Jake burst through the door. A fine sheen of perspiration covered his forehead, and a lock of hair hung limply over his brow. Natalie couldn’t help staring at her boss’s uncustomary disheveled state.

“Oh.” He appeared taken aback to find her in his office. “You two have met.”

“Not exactly,” Natalie stammered.

“I inadvertently walked in on her,” the man offered. “We haven’t been officially introduced yet.”

He was smiling again, and Natalie flushed anew. Had he come into the office a minute sooner, he’d have caught her nursing Shiloh.

Jake combed fingers through his hair, restoring it to a semblance of its normal tidiness. “Natalie Forrester is our manager of guest services.” He indicated the man with a curt nod and a throat clearing. “And this is Aaron Reyes.”

Natalie forced her slack-jawed mouth to close. “How do you do,” she murmured when her wits returned.

“He was my sister’s husband,” Jake clarified.

He needn’t have bothered—Natalie knew the name. She’d heard it shouted, whispered, trashed and taken in vain plenty often during the last few years. But never once uttered with warmth or affection.

“I’ll leave you two alone,” she said and made a beeline for the door. Shiloh protested the bumpy ride with a soft cry.

“It was nice meeting you, ma’am,” he called after her.

“Same here.”

“Don’t go far,” Jake said before Natalie closed the door. “I’ll need you to show Reyes here to his quarters.”

“Yes, sir.”

So, he was staying. For eight weeks if he abided by the terms of the Tucker Family Trust.

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Natalie muttered to herself. Aaron Reyes, husband of the late Hailey Tucker, had come at long last to Bear Creek Ranch to claim his inheritance.

Of all the men she could take notice of, it had to be the one her boss despised with every breath he drew.

“IF THERE WAS any way I could legally kick your ass off this place, I would.”

“I understand.”

Aaron didn’t take offense at Jake’s outburst. His former brother-in-law had a right to be angry at him for waiting until practically the last day to exercise his right to a share of the Tucker Family Trust. Jake didn’t, however, have any cause to be mad at Aaron for marrying Hailey. He’d loved his wife and treated her well. They’d been happy together for six months, would have been happy together for the rest of their lives if fate hadn’t intervened.

Whether it was their marriage or Aaron’s claim to his inheritance that infuriated Jake was irrelevant. Aaron had made an enemy the day he eloped with Jake’s younger sister—more than one enemy if Jake wielded the kind of power Hailey always said he did.

“You’ll receive no preferential treatment,” Jake continued through tightly clenched teeth.

“I don’t expect any.”

The two men squared off across an oversize oak desk, Jake sat behind it, Aaron in front of it.

“Everyone here works hard. Sunup to sundown. Longer if necessary.”

“My kind of hours.”

Jake snorted, then snatched a paper off his desk as if he just that second realized something needed his attention.

Aaron waited. He could play the game, had been prepared to do just that. For the longest time after Hailey died he’d had nothing to do with the Tuckers or the inheritance she’d left him, despite it being her wish he get to know her family and the ranch her grandparents founded.

A month ago, as the deadline for him to act approached, Aaron changed his mind. He was glad he did. Sparring with Jake made him feel truly alive for the first time since he’d knelt in that arena, an unconscious Hailey in his arms. She never woke up. The fall, a freak riding accident, had crushed her skull beyond repair. She died four hours later in a hospital bed, surrounded by people who loved her—and who disliked each other intensely.

“Breakfast is at 6:00 a.m. sharp. Lunch at noon.” Jake set his paper aside. “You’ll eat with the staff, not the guests.”

“Beats chowing on a can of refried beans in the back of my pickup.”

Jake gave a noncommittal grunt. “Dinner at six. Then you’ll be required to eat with the guests.”

“Really?” Aaron raised an eyebrow.

“Ranch policy. Not my personal one. The guests enjoy mingling with the hands.”

“And that’s what I’ll be doing while I’m here? Ranch hand?”

“Report to Gary Forrester in the morning. Before breakfast,” Jake emphasized.

“The man who directed me here?”

“Yes. He’ll decide your job.”

If Jake were in charge of assigning jobs, Aaron thought wryly, he’d probably pick head manure shoveler.

“Is Gary Forrester any relation to Natalie Forrester?”

“Her father. He oversees our riding stock, the stables and the wranglers, among other things.”

Aaron thought of the young woman he’d met earlier in Jake’s office. She’d done her best to downplay her natural prettiness. No makeup to accent intelligent blue eyes. She wore a stretchy headband that only half tamed a mop of wild blond curls, and baggy jeans and sweater that did little to hide a very female shape beneath.

He wasn’t interested in complicating his life with romantic entanglements but if he ever changed his mind, Natalie Forrester would be a woman worth tangling with.

“Do I talk to Ms. Forrester about paying for my room and board?”

“You don’t pay.” Jake ground the teeth he’d been previously clenching. “Members of the trust receive meals and lodging as part of the deal.”

Another man might have grabbed Aaron by the shirt collar the second he spotted him in the lobby and tossed him out on his rear. Not Jake Tucker. Settling disputes through a show of physical force wasn’t his style. Whatever efforts he employed to rid the ranch of Aaron—and he would employ them, Aaron was sure of it—were bound to be less direct, more subtle and cast no blame on him.

He’d tried the legal route soon after Hailey’s death. The courts sided with Aaron, holding up the terms of Hailey’s will. At the time, he hadn’t cared. He’d wished, in fact, the judge had ruled against him.

But a month ago, Aaron found a use for the income from his inheritance and a way to bring meaning to Hailey’s otherwise purposeless death.

His former brother-in-law probably wouldn’t see it that way. But how Aaron spent the money from his share of the trust was his concern and his concern alone. Now, he just needed to keep that income rolling in. Which was what brought him to Bear Creek Ranch in the first place a mere two days before he would have forfeited his voting rights in the trust.

The deal, as Jake called it, wasn’t complicated. Neither was it easy. Members of the Tucker Family Trust who didn’t already live on the ranch were required to stay for a minimum of eight weeks every year and work alongside the regular staff. It was the founding members’ intention that those who belonged to the trust and were responsible for making decisions affecting the ranch have a firsthand understanding of its operation.

Aaron spent the past few weeks making the necessary arrangements to enable him to take some time off. He hadn’t advised Jake of his plans, preferring to surprise him. Aaron needed every advantage at his disposal if he were to last the full eight weeks.

“Staff housing isn’t like guest cabins,” Jake said, “and is located on another part of the ranch. You’ll share your quarters with three or four other employees, depending on what’s available.”

“Okay.” Aaron was no stranger to cohabitating with a bunch of guys. Ten years of traveling the professional rodeo circuit and living hand to mouth had taught him to make do with what was available. If that included sleeping on a hotel-room floor or in the back of his pickup, so be it.

“Natalie will show you around.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” Aaron meant nothing by his remark, but the unfriendly glare Jake shot him made him feel like a lecherous old man.

“Stay away from her,” he snarled.

“Hey, take it easy.”

“I don’t give a damn about the conditions of the trust. You touch Natalie, you hurt her, and I personally guarantee you’ll never sit a bronc the same way again. Your rodeo career will be over.”

Not much of a threat. Aaron quit rodeoing right after Hailey died. Apparently, Jake didn’t know, and Aaron didn’t bother to enlighten him.

“Look, I’m not interested in her.” Since what Aaron said was the truth, he saw no reason to engage Jake in an argument. They would have enough problems getting along without adding to them.

“Remember what I said.” Jake leveled a finger at him.

Protective. He’d been like that with Hailey, too. Or, was it controlling?

Considering the intensity of his warning, Aaron thought his former brother-in-law might assume the duty of showing him to his quarters. Instead, the phone on the desk rang, and he dismissed Aaron with a brusque “That’s all for now.”

Natalie was waiting for him outside the office. More accurately, she was seated at a computer and looked up expectantly when he emerged.

Aaron felt a small something when their gazes connected…and held. Not exactly a spark. More of a brief flicker. It was hard to tell. His sensors were pretty rusty.

Maybe Jake had been right to warn him away from Natalie after all.