The Texas Rancher's Family

He exhaled roughly and shoved a hand through his hair. “Joel was promoted. He and Anna and their daughter, Stella, moved to Kansas last week. I hired a live-in nanny, but Heather pitched a fit. So I went back to Philadelphia, released the nanny from our contract and brought my daughter back here to Texas with me.”

“You couldn’t just stay home in Philadelphia for a while?”

He shook his head. “There’s too much riding on this wind-farm deal.”

Erin let out a breath. “I see.” Obviously, Mac was one of those guys who would always put work first. Ahead of family, relationships, everything. Which was too bad for his daughter. Like Erin’s sons, Heather needed her one remaining parent, now more than ever.

Mac squinted at Erin, his mood suddenly as pensive as hers. “I’m not sure you do understand...”

Just then the front door slammed. Nicholas and four of his buddies sauntered in.

The anticipated questions started for Mac. And that, Erin found, was the end of that.

* * *

BY THE TIME Erin had dinner ready, Gavin had dragged himself in the door, after a thirty-six-hour shift at the hospital. His eyes rimmed with fatigue, he said, “Storm’s coming, sis,” and went straight to bed.

Thinking they’d better eat soon if all her guests were to get home safely, Erin went out to the porch and rang the dinner bell.

Stevie and Sammy put all three bikes in the garage and then dashed in, followed by Heather.

“Sit between us. That way you can be next to both of us,” Stevie urged after they’d washed their hands.

Another arrow to Erin’s heart. And yet...it was obvious that her boys hadn’t looked this happy and content in ages. She hadn’t realized until this very moment how much they needed another little girl to fill the void left in their lives, in the wake of Angelica’s passing.

In the distance, Erin heard thunder. Spurred into action, she carried the piping hot baking dish of King Ranch casserole to the table, then returned to the stove for the big bowls of Mexican rice and refried beans. In honor of their youngest guest, Erin had also prepared a very kid-friendly version of mac’n’cheese, green beans and applesauce.

As expected, Heather opted for the familiar, when it came time for her to choose.

“So how long are you going to be in Laramie?” Nicholas asked Mac as everyone spooned food onto their plates.

Mac spread his napkin on his lap. “Until I get approval from the county for a wind farm—and a ranch to put it on.”

“You do know,” Nicholas volunteered, “that we’re not running cattle here anymore.”

Erin gave him a cautioning glance.

“So I heard,” Mac said, taking the opening.

Nicholas looked at Erin, the dollar signs flashing in his eyes. “We might want to consider it.”

And, Erin reflected silently, we might not. The last thing she needed was any connection at all to a man who was already on his way out of her life. Or would be, once his job here in Laramie County was done.

Nicholas’s friend Bobby’s cell phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID. “Uh-oh, that’s my mom.” Rising from the table, he walked off, phone to his ear. “Okay, okay. I’ll talk to Nicholas and get moving right now.”

Bobby came back, a sheepish look on his face. “My mom says I’ve got to get home before the storm hits. I hate to eat and run, but...”

The other boys shoveled in the last of their dinners and rose.

Erin looked at Nicholas. “Drive safe. And come right home after you drop everyone off.”

“Will do, sis.” He ushered his friends out.

The rest of them finished eating. As Erin rose to clear the table and get dessert, thunder rumbled again in the distance.

She took the peach cobbler out of the oven, then flipped on the TV to check the local weather report.

Mac set a stack of dishes next to the sink, then moved to stand beside her. “Everything okay?”

Maybe not, Erin thought. She nodded at the Doppler radar on the screen. As much as she hated to be a nervous Nellie... “Actually, Mac, there is reason to be concerned.” She pointed out the big wave of green and the smaller cells of yellow and red. “Storms out here can be—” she thought about Heather, who was listening intently, and chose her next words carefully “—rather, um, virulent.”

Mac’s lifted his eyebrows. “Should we be on our way, too?”

Heather’s face fell. She looked at Stevie and Sammy, who seemed equally disappointed. Erin took another look at the TV screen. As much as she hated to admit it... “It’s probably too late for that, given the direction you’re headed.” Nicholas’s friends all lived on ranches close by. Mac had a nearly forty-minute drive to the Laramie Inn, in good weather. This wasn’t that.

Since she had a sneaking suspicion that he didn’t believe her, Erin led him out to the back porch. Sure enough, about a mile or so away they could see dark clouds stretching from sky to ground. Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled. In the yard, the wind was whipping up, rattling the window screens and bending the trees.

Mac’s dismissive glance let her know he wasn’t worried. “The SUV I rented has all-wheel drive.”

“The problem is the low water crossings,” Erin returned, knowing spring storms in Texas could be fiercer than he knew. “A lot of the creek beds are dry and filled with debris. They’ll wash over quickly and the roads will likely be flooded till morning.”

A fact that made leaving the ranch extremely dangerous. “You and Heather would really be safer staying here.”

* * *

MAC HAD EXPECTED a lot of things this evening. An argument over the advisability of a wind farm as a solution to Laramie County’s current energy shortage. A division between Monroe family members, some wanting to sell out, others not. Even some minor dickering over the price his company was willing to pay.

However, he hadn’t expected to hear about the most difficult times of Erin’s life. Or to have dinner in such a warm and homey atmosphere. Or to see his own little girl, who was so often lonely, fit right in with Erin’s boys.

It all made him want to keep coming back to the Triple Canyon Ranch.

And not on business.

Which was why he should head back to town. Now.

“That’s very kind of you to offer,” he told Erin. “But you really don’t have to put us up for the night.”

She gave him a wry once-over, letting him know what a gringo she deemed him to be. Mac found himself grinning back. Chemistry sizzled between them, more electric than the supercharged air outside. Wanting her, Mac knew, would be a lot more dangerous to him than a simple thunderstorm.

“Texas hospitality kind of says I do,” Erin quipped. “After all, it wouldn’t be neighborly of me to turn you and your daughter out in this.”

Mac looked away from the softness of her lips. He needed to be a gentleman here. “I appreciate your concern, Erin, but I assure you, I’ve driven in storms before. And before you point out that the country roads can be confusing around here, I’d like to remind you that I found my way to the ranch. I can find my way back to town.” Mostly, Mac thought, because his smartphone had GPS. Had he relied only on road signs—which were few and far between—and the directions she had given him, he’d have been up a creek.

The power flickered briefly as Erin led the way back into the house. The kids had moved from the kitchen table to a jigsaw puzzle set up on the game table in the family room.

“The point is, you don’t have to. We have plenty of room here. And...” Erin cast another look at his daughter, who was sitting with her head propped up on her hand “Heather looks exhausted.”

Mac couldn’t argue that point. She did appear tired. Barely able to keep her eyes open.