Hawk's Way: Carter & Falcon: The Cowboy Takes A Wife

Burley never had. Burley had said the kitchen was woman’s work. “You could set the table if you’d like.”

Carter took the initiative and started hunting through cabinets for what he wanted. “Best way to find out where everything is,” he explained with a cheeky grin.

“You’re probably right.” Desiree found herself smiling back, even though it was unsettling to see a stranger going through everything as though he had the right.

He has the right. He’s your husband.

As she peeled potatoes and put vegetables in a pot on the stove, Desiree realized she had been extraordinarily lucky in her second choice of husband. Carter wasn’t like Burley. He could control his passions. It was too bad he was getting such a bad bargain. She couldn’t be the wife he obviously wanted and needed. She was too bruised in spirit to respond as he wished.

Desiree had planned this dinner at home because she had feared that conversation between them would be stilted, and it would be embarrassing to sit across from each other in a restaurant in total silence. However, when the three of them sat down together, things didn’t turn out at all as she had expected. Carter, bless him, wasn’t the least bit taciturn. He even condescended to answer several of Nicole’s questions. However, when Nicole finished eating and approached Carter, Desiree realized there were limits to his tolerance.

“Can I sit on your lap?” Nicole asked.

“You’re a big girl,” Carter replied.

“Not too big,” Nicole said, sidling up next to him. “My friend Shirley sits in her daddy’s lap.”

“I’m not your—”

Desiree cut him off before he could deny any relationship to her daughter. “Carter has a full stomach right now. Why don’t you go upstairs to your room and play,” she said.

Nicole gave Carter a look from beneath lowered lashes. “Is your stomach really full?” she demanded suspiciously.

Desiree saw the war Carter waged, the way his hands fisted. “Nicole! Go play.”

Nicole’s lower lip stuck out, but she knew better than to argue when her mother used that tone of voice.

The little girl had already turned to leave when Carter grabbed her under the arms and hefted her into his lap. “I suppose you can sit here for a minute,” he said grudgingly.

But Desiree caught the brief, awful look of anguish in Carter’s eyes as his arms closed around the little girl.

Nicole settled back against Carter’s chest and chattered happily, oblivious to the undercurrents.

Over the next five minutes, Carter’s face looked more and more strained, and his jaw tightened. Desiree realized there was something very wrong.

“That’s enough for now, Nicole,” Desiree said. “It’s time for you to go upstairs and choose a book for me to read before your nap.”

Carter sighed as though relieved of a great burden as he lifted Nicole from his lap and set her on her feet.

Nicole ran upstairs without a backward glance, leaving them alone at the table. Desiree waited for Carter to explain himself. To her amazement, he pretended as though nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“If I’d known how good you can cook, I’d have jumped at that first proposal,” he said.

Desiree didn’t press the issue. And she chose to accept the compliment, rather than be put off by the fact Carter hadn’t wanted to marry her at first. “Thank you.”

“Maybe you could give me a tour of the ranch this afternoon,” Carter suggested.

“Nicole usually takes a nap after lunch. I should be up there getting her settled right now. You’re welcome to take a look on your own.”

Carter saw the relief in Desiree’s eyes at the thought they wouldn’t have to spend the rest of the day together. He could see she was going to use the child as an excuse to keep them apart. It was funny, because he had planned to use ranch business with her as a way to avoid the child.

“I can wait until Nicole wakes up. We’ll go then,” he said.

“She’ll have to come with us.”

As a chaperon, Carter thought wryly. But the little girl obviously couldn’t be left alone, and there was no one else around to take care of her. One or the other of them would always have to be with her. Which led him to ask, “How on earth have you managed to do the chores around the ranch and take care of Nicole at the same time?”

“Sometimes it isn’t easy,” Desiree admitted.

Carter thought that was probably the understatement of the century.

“All right,” he said. “While Nicole’s napping you can show me around the house.”

She gave him a disconcerted look. Was he looking for an opportunity to get her alone in the bedroom? “There isn’t much to see.”

“You can show me what needs fixing. I couldn’t help noticing that the faucet drips in the kitchen, and the newel post on the stairs wobbles.”

Two pink spots of color appeared on her cheeks. She was thinking of bed, while he was thinking of dripping faucets! It would be funny if it weren’t so humiliating. “I didn’t marry you to get a handyman.”

He grinned. “But isn’t it lucky that I am one? Come on, Desiree, every house needs a few repairs now and then.”

Her lips flattened grimly. “I’m afraid this one needs more than that.”

“Oh?”

She recited a long list of problems with the house that ended, “And I’m not sure the furnace will make it through the winter.”

He stared at her, stunned by the enormity of what she had been coping with on her own. No wonder she had wanted—needed—a husband. Strange as it seemed, he felt better knowing how much work the ranch needed. It was a rational explanation for why she had married him, even if she had done it in a damned havy cavy way.

He could have used his money and had repairmen do everything that needed to be done in a matter of weeks. But he didn’t want her to know yet about his wealth. He wanted a chance to be needed—loved?—for himself alone. Later would be soon enough to reveal the rest.

“I guess I’ll start on those repairs while Nicole is napping,” he conceded finally.

“I usually do something quiet, so I won’t disturb her.”

“And repairing the newel post is hardly quiet.” He said it as a statement, not a question.

She shook her head. He was pleased to see just the hint of a smile tease the corners of her mouth. The scar didn’t pucker so badly with the smaller smile. He forced his eyes away from the mark on her face.

“All right,” he said with a gusty sigh. “You can show me the ranch books this afternoon. If you don’t think that would be too noisy a proposition?”

Desiree giggled. She didn’t know where the sound had come from, and it certainly wasn’t anything she could remember doing recently. But the look of surrender to the inevitable on Carter’s face struck her as funny.

“Just let me get Nicole settled, and I’ll be back to do the dishes.”

“I’ll do them,” Carter volunteered.

“That’s not necessary, I—”