“Just one thing to fix the baddest thing you’ve ever done?” He tried to coax a smile from that serious mouth. And failed.
“You have to marry her.”
“Not that again.”
“But it’s the right thing!”
Cooper couldn’t imagine why she’d gotten all worked up over being without a stepmother. Katherine had been gone a long time, nearly half Katie’s life. They’d adjusted, moved on, tried to make a family with just the three of them. Katie knew he was never going to remarry. As a boy, he’d managed to endure being a stepchild, but his daughters would not be exposed to such a situation.
He swiped at two of Katie’s tears with his thumb. “How many times have we talked about this?”
“Probaby a million.” Another sob. “B-but Papa. It’s different now.”
“Why?” He brushed tear-wet curls from her brow.
“Because I wrote a letter and asked Mrs. Bauer to come here.”
“You what?”
“Maisie needs a mama. She needs one real bad.”
Cooper deposited Katie on the floor and bolted up from the chair. He hit the ground pacing. Anger flared. “Let me get this straight. You wrote a letter to a perfect stranger and asked her to come here?”
“To marry us.”
White-hot anger speared through him. “Katie, you’re right. This is the baddest thing you have ever done.”
Cooper spun at the back door and crossed the length of the room, fists jammed at his sides, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth ached. Nice little girls didn’t do the things Katie did. They didn’t climb trees and play in mud and race ponies. Or propose to innocent strangers.
Maybe it was because those other little girls had mothers.
Katie burst into tears again. “They got hurt and Maisie still doesn’t have a m-mama!”
Frustration, rage, defeat. It all melded together in his midsection and churned.. He wanted to punish her. He wanted to comfort her. He wished to hell and back Katie would learn to embroider or something ladylike and stop with the wild harebrained schemes.
“It is your fault that Mrs. Bauer and her daughter were on that stage.” He managed to keep his voice calm.
Harder tears.
“But you couldn’t have known they would come to harm.”
“I d-didn’t.” True sorrow shone in those eyes, the same color as his.
Cooper stared at his reflection in the dark window. “How did you find Mrs. Bauer in the first place?”
“I bought a newspaper advertisement.”
“You did what?” Renewed fury roared through him. He would never understand his daughter. She was too flighty, too headstrong, too—He didn’t know what, but it wasn’t a good thing. Little girls were supposed to be demure and polite, cute and neat—not muddy and outrageous. “You placed a request for a mother in a newspaper?”
Katie’s eyes still brimmed with tears. “No. I pretended to be you.”
“Anna Bauer thinks that I—” His knees buckled. Speechless, he simply stared at his daughter. The pony rides, the trousers, the mud, the disobedience and now this. Katie didn’t need a mother, she needed a warden and steel bars on the window.
Cooper held out his hand. “There’s no need to cry.”
She tipped up her tear-wet face. “You’ll fix everything, Papa?”
“Of course I will. I’m the sheriff. That’s my job.”
A smile nudged away the sadness and Katie’s fingers wrapped tightly around his. “I knew you would.”
All the trust in the world shone in those eyes. Cooper’s chest filled. How he loved his little girl. “Come, let’s get you back in bed.”
It was a sweet task, tucking the covers up to her chin, wishing her good dreams, waiting as she drifted off. His two little daughters, safe and snug.
A noise downstairs spun him around. With his five shooter strapped tight to his thigh, he started down the stairs. This part of Montana was isolated but saw its share of trouble. That’s why the good people of Flint Creek had hired him. He had promised to keep their families and their businesses safe from crime. It was a tall order, but Cooper Braddock was a man of his word.
“I saw your light on,” Laura’s voice called out to him before he strode into the kitchen.
“More problems with Katie.” He unbuckled his gun belt, the day’s work done.
“That’s nothing new. What is it this time?”
He studied his young sister’s pretty face, the concern so bright in her eyes. He knew Laura loved his daughters, but the emerald flashing on her left ring finger left no room for doubt. Laura would soon be married, starting a new life, making her own family. It was time to stop depending on her so heavily.
He laid the gun belt on the table with a soft clink. “She can’t sleep. Nothing to worry about.”
“With Katie, there’s a lot to worry about.” Those caring eyes twinkled. “Will you share your coffee?”
“With pleasure. If you can stand my bitter brew.”
“Let’s just say I’m used to your cooking, big brother.” She lifted the enamel pot from the stove, just as she’d done hundreds, maybe thousands of times. “What are you going to do when I marry?”
“About the girls?” He sat down at the table. Sighed. “I’ve tried not to think about it. I don’t think Mrs. Potts is going to stay without you here.”
“I think Mrs. Potts is ready to run screaming to Canada if Katie brings one more slimy creature into this kitchen, whether on purpose or not.” Laura’s fondness rang in her voice. She set her steaming cup on the table and sat across from him. Her gaze met his. “Cooper, those girls of yours need a mother.”
“They have me.” He lifted his chin.
“A father’s love is important, but you’re a man. You’re busy providing for your family, protecting the town and doing your job. A man has to do that, I know. You need to provide for your girls and that takes you away from them. I’m not faulting you.”
He rubbed his brow, tired. “Whatever my daughters need, they have my love. Not every man stands by his family.”
“You’ve made a fine home for them.”
Those tender words, brimming with understanding, hurt more than Cooper could admit. He’d worked hard to do right by his girls after Katherine walked away. To love them, provide for them. “I couldn’t have done so much without your help, Laura.”
“I’ve been glad to do it, Cooper.” Her lower lip wobbled. “I’m proud of you for taking a risk and doing what’s right for yourself and my two beautiful nieces.”