Colorado Cowboy

The judge had hung up before Megan got a chance to question her further. Megan hadn’t slept a wink.

“…then there’s Matt. He’s married to Beth.”

Megan was brought back to the present, wondering how much she’d missed of what Luke had said.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Luke asked. “You were looking at me, but I don’t think you were taking much in.”

“I…I guess I’m just tired.” She shrugged. “Jet lag.”

“It’s only 6:00 p.m. New York time. You can’t be that tired.”

Luke held his hand to her forehead. She told herself not to think anything of it. His apparent concern probably meant as much now as it had back then. Nothing.

Luke took the champagne glass out of her hand and pressed the flight attendant call button. When the woman appeared, he handed her the glass and said, “My wife isn’t feeling well. Could you get her a cool compress.”

My wife. The words had Megan’s heart pounding. They sounded so good. So…possessive. Normally, she would’ve backed away from such a notion. But those words—coming from Luke—had sounded…like something she very much needed to hear.

“I’m fine,” she assured him. “I’m just a little tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.” Megan wished she could take that statement back, not wanting Luke to know she’d been terrified about today’s meeting.

But if she was honest with herself, she’d liked his take-charge attitude. She’d especially appreciated it when he’d dealt with her boss at the supermarket where she stocked shelves each evening. When Luke had asked for the phone numbers of her workplaces, she’d had to explain, embarrassed to the core, that she’d been fired from her job at a call center that morning. Her boss there had been unwilling to give her time off so she could attend the meeting at Judge Benson’s chambers, claiming he’d cut her too much slack already over her son. Furthermore, her boss at the supermarket had told her that if she was late for work one more time, she’d be looking for another job.

This morning, she’d been frantic, worrying how she’d pay the rent if she lost not just one job, but two. She’d been mortified as she told Luke, watching his face crease—with disgust.

She’d thought the disgust was aimed at her until he’d pulled out his cell phone, dialed the number she gave him and told Jerry at the supermarket that his wife, Megan O’Malley, was moving to Colorado that day and therefore wouldn’t be reporting for work that evening. She could hear Jerry sputtering on the other end of the phone. Luke had cut him off with a sharp, “You threatened to fire Megan if she got to work late this evening. This is a courtesy call to let you know she won’t be in tonight—or any night.” Luke had then given him a post office box number to send her paycheck to and impressed on her ex-boss that he expected the check to arrive within the week; otherwise, he’d be taking action. After repeating virtually the same threat to Pat Reagan at the call center, Luke closed his phone and smiled at her. “I hope you don’t mind, but I won’t have you fired from two jobs in one day.”

“Better for me to quit at least one of them?” she’d asked, still a little stunned by what Luke had done.

“Exactly. I have a feeling your self-esteem has taken quite a battering over the past months. I’m going to help change that.”

At that promise, Megan started to fall a little in love with him all over again. Although she’d fought her own battles over the years, it was heaven to have someone in her corner for a change. And Luke was right about her self-esteem. It had never been particularly high, but having to work menial, minimum-wage jobs to make ends meet, while pursuing her studies, had caused her sense of worth to plummet. To further realize that all her sacrifices to provide a better life for her and her son were amounting to nothing made her feel as if she was on a nosedive to nowhere.

The flight attendant reappeared, handed the compress to Luke. He placed it on Megan’s forehead. “This should help,” he said. “Now, close your eyes and get some sleep.”

She forced herself to breathe deeply and slowly, allowing each part of her body to relax. She succumbed to sleep, her last conscious thought: What happens tonight?

LUKE WATCHED MEGAN SLEEP, feeling a protectiveness toward her he’d never felt for Tory.

Even when Tory had supposedly miscarried months after they married, he hadn’t felt anything for her. He should have ended the marriage then, when she’d claimed to lose the baby, but Tory had threatened suicide, so he’d stayed, feeling responsible for her.

It wasn’t until many years later that he discovered Tory hadn’t been pregnant. He’d been such a fool, allowing Tory to dupe him into marrying her.

Luke turned his attention to Megan, determined to purge any thoughts or regrets about Tory from his mind.

She sure was different from the girl he’d known nearly fifteen years ago. Back then, if the bubbles had gotten up Megan’s nose, she would’ve giggled and asked for more. She wouldn’t have apologized for anything. What had made her change? She seemed so unsure of herself. She’d been an economics undergrad back then. He’d been under the impression that she came from a wealthy family, since she was attending Wellesley College, wore a Rolex and her ski suit, boots and skis were top-of-the-line. She and her friends were staying at Spruce Lake’s most expensive hotel, where the rooms went for more than a thousand dollars a night.

Luke sighed with disgust at himself. He’d chosen the Victorian Inn for the dinner where he’d intended to propose, because it was the most expensive in the county. He’d expected her to be impressed. Never mind that the bill would cost him at least two weeks’ pay. Megan was worth it.

So, what had happened to all the wealth? he wondered. Had her parents lost everything in a stock market or property crash? He wanted to ask, but it seemed too intrusive a question.

The only thing that really mattered was that she was back in his life. Sure, he was angry, wanted answers as to why she’d kept Cody a secret, but there was time enough to deal with that. Luke was confident that once she’d settled in at the ranch, he and Megan could take up where they left off. Become lovers again. But first, they had to become friends.

“WE’RE HERE.” LUKE’S DEEP voice broke into Megan’s dreams.

Megan opened her eyes to find Luke leaning over her and thought she wouldn’t mind waking up like that every day for the rest of her life.

“We’re coming into Denver. You’ll have to put your seat upright,” he said, pressing the button on her armrest. “You’ve had a long sleep.”

Megan was having trouble separating fantasy from reality. She felt drugged and shook her head to clear it. It couldn’t be the champagne; she’d only taken a few sips.

The plane touched down and the pilot made his announcement about local time. Megan turned her watched back two hours, to just after 6:30 p.m. Then she looked across to check on Cody. It was the first time he’d been on a plane, but he hadn’t displayed a second’s concern about it. In fact, he was talking animatedly to Matt and pointing out the window at the huge airport terminal they were taxiing toward. He’d even removed his ear-plugs from his ears. Usually Cody wouldn’t give an adult the time of day and would’ve ignored all attempts to engage in conversation, but Matt seemed to have the magic touch.

She smiled and said, “I can see an improvement in Cody already.”

“Matt’s got a way with kids.” His mouth turned down in a slight grimace. “I wish I had his easy way of dealing with them. Especially my son.”

Megan couldn’t begin to imagine the regrets Luke must be having. He’d not only taken on a wife and a recalcitrant son but also a stepmother to his daughters and a half brother to them, as well. She wondered how the little girls would react to the changed family structure. Would they accept it? Or would they rebel? Megan shuddered. She knew exactly what her son’s reaction would be in those circumstances.

“Relax. Everything’ll be fine,” Luke said, correctly guessing her thoughts.

Megan bit her lip. “I wish I had your confidence.”

When the plane stopped at its gate, Luke removed their carry-on luggage from the overhead bins. An overnight bag for him and a couple of department-store shopping bags for Megan. He stood back to let her exit the plane ahead of him.

Since Cody had several department-store bags stuffed full of clothes Luke had bought him, they’d purchased an overnight bag at the airport, to save any problems with security. He watched as Cody drew out his bag and stuffed in the toiletry wet packs, usually reserved for overseas segments, that he’d talked the flight attendant into giving him.

Luke ignored the transgression. He figured he’d paid enough for the four seats to warrant a few souvenirs. He smiled down at Megan, warning her with a shake of his head not to protest. “At least we won’t be held up at the baggage carousel,” he said. Their cabin luggage was all they had to take with them.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER, they were all loaded into Luke’s big SUV and headed toward Denver and the mountains beyond the Mile-High City. Megan sat up front with Luke, while Cody was in back with Matt.

“Oh! I’d forgotten how majestic they are,” Megan remarked at the sight of the Rockies rising abruptly behind the city. She turned to Luke. “How long till we get home?”

Home. She couldn’t believe she’d let that slip. A word so personal, so possessive, so intimate. Luke must think she was a gold digger for agreeing to marrying him so readily. For even agreeing to it at all! Luke’s home wasn’t her home. It was just where she and Cody would live for a while, until Cody was back on the straight and narrow.

“About two hours. Matt’s wife, Beth, will have everything ready for us. She’s been looking after Celeste today and doing the school run with Daisy and Sash.”

Megan had overheard part of Luke’s cell phone conversation in the jewelry store, and to her ears, it hadn’t seemed to go so well. “How do you think the girls will react to two complete strangers suddenly becoming part of the family?”

Luke glanced over at her, frowning. “I know I probably made a mess of things in my phone call, but rest assured, Beth would’ve found the right way to tell them.”

Megan twisted her hands in her lap. “Still… Maybe Cody and I should stay somewhere else for a while, until they can come to terms with everything. It must’ve been a big shock for them to be told they’ve got a new brother and a new mother.”

“Relax. They’re good kids. They’ll accept you quickly. I’m sure of it.”

Megan wasn’t so sure, but she guessed Luke knew his daughters better than she did. She relaxed against the seat back and closed her eyes, unable to believe how tired she was.

“WE’RE HOME.” LUKE’S VOICE woke Megan. Surprised that she’d dozed off again, she opened her eyes to find they’d pulled up outside a long, ranch-style house, its lights blazing brightly in the summer evening. The sound of dogs barking and children squealing filled her ears.

Luke had climbed out of the vehicle and was opening her door. A woman came out onto the veranda and stood silhouetted in the light spilling out of the house. She ran toward the car and then Matt’s huge bulk was blocking the way as he picked her up and kissed her.