The Maisey Yates Collection : Cowboy Heroes: Take Me, Cowboy / Hold Me, Cowboy / Seduce Me, Cowboy / Claim Me, Cowboy / The Rancher's Baby

Being rejected when you had given your best effort was so much worse than being rejected when you hadn’t tried at all.

This whole being-a-woman thing—a whole woman who wanted to be with a man, who loved a man—it was hard. And it hurt.

She looked at her reflection, her eyes widening. Thanks to the smoky eye shadow her green eyes glowed, her lips looking extra pouty with the dark red color on them. She looked like one of the old screen legends she loved so much. Very Elizabeth Taylor, really.

This was her best effort. And yes, it was only a dress, and this was just looks, but it was symbolic.

She was going to lay it all on the line, and maybe people would laugh. Because the tractor mechanic in a ball gown was too ridiculous for words. But she would take the risk. And she would take it alone.

She picked up the little clutch purse that was sitting on her table. The kind of purse she’d always thought was impractical, because who wanted a bag you had to hold in your hand all night? But the salesperson at the department store had told her it went with her dress, and that altogether she looked flawless, and Anna had been in desperate need of flattery. So here she was with a clutch.

It was impractical. But she did look great.

Of course, Chase wouldn’t be there to see it. She felt her eyes starting to fill with tears and she blinked, doing her best to hold it all back. She was not going to smear her makeup. She had already put it all out there for him. She would be damned if she undid all this hard work for him, too.

With that in mind, Anna got into her truck and drove herself to the ball.

* * *

“Hey, jackass,” Sam shouted from across the shop. “Are you going to finish with work anytime today?”

Okay, so maybe Chase had thrown himself into work with a little more vehemence than was strictly necessary since Anna had walked out of his life.

Anna. Anna had walked out of his life. Over something as stupid as love.

If love was so stupid, it wouldn’t make your insides tremble like you were staring down a black bear.

He ignored his snarky internal monologue. He had been doing a lot of that lately. So many arguments with himself as he pounded iron at the forge. That was, when he wasn’t arguing with Sam. Who was getting a little bit tired of him, all things considered.

“Do I look like I’m finished?” he shouted back.

“It’s nine o’clock at night.”

“That’s amazing. When did you learn to tell time?”

“I counted on my fingers,” Sam said, wandering deeper into the room. “So, are we just going to pretend that Anna didn’t run out of your house wearing only a T-shirt the other morning?”

“I’m going to pretend that my older brother doesn’t Peeping Tom everything that happens in my house.”

“We live on the same property. It’s bound to happen. I was on my way here when I saw her leaving. And you chasing after her. So I’m assuming you did the stupid thing.”

“I told her that I couldn’t be in a relationship with her.” That was a lie. He had done so much more than that. He had torn both of their hearts out and stomped them into the ground. Because Sam was right, he was an idiot. But he had made a concerted effort to be a safe idiot.

How’s that working for you?

“Right. Why exactly?”

“Look, the sage hermit thing is a little bit tired. You don’t have a social life, I don’t see you with a wife and children, so maybe you don’t hang out and lecture me.”

“Isn’t tonight that thing?” Sam seemed undeterred by Chase’s rudeness.

“What thing?”

“The charity thing that you were so intent on using to get investors. Because the two of us growing our family business and restoring the former glory of our hallowed ancestors is so important to you. And exploiting my artistic ability for your financial gain.”

“Change of plans.” He grunted, moving a big slab of iron that would eventually be a gate to the side. “I’m just going to keep working. We’ll figure this out without schmoozing.”

“Who are you and what have you done with my brother?”

“Just shut up. If you can’t do anything other than stand there looking vaguely amused at the fact that I’m going through a personal crisis, then you can go straight to hell without passing Go or collecting two hundred dollars.”

“I’m not going to be able to afford Park Place anyway, because you aren’t out there getting new investors.”

“I’m serious, Sam,” Chase shouted, throwing his hammer down on the ground. “It’s all fine for you because you hold everyone at a distance.”

Sam laughed. The bastard. “I hold everyone at a distance. What do you think you do? What do you think your endless string of one-night stands is?”

“You think I don’t know? You think I don’t know that it’s an easy way to get some without ever having to have a conversation? I’m well aware. But I don’t need you standing over there so entertained by the fact that...”

“That you actually got your heart broken?”

Chase didn’t have anything to say to that. Every single word in his head evaporated like water against molten metal. He had nothing to say to that because his heart was broken. But Anna wasn’t responsible. It was his own fault.

And the only reason his heart was broken was because he...

“Do you know what I said to Dad the day that he died?”

Sam froze. “No.”

No, he didn’t. Because they had never talked about it. “The last thing I ever said to him was that I couldn’t wait to get away from here. I told him I wasn’t going to pound iron for the rest of my life. I was going to get away and go to college. Make something real out of myself. Like this wasn’t real.”

“I didn’t realize.”

“No. Because I didn’t tell you. Because I never told anybody. But that’s why I needed to fix this. It’s why I wanted to expand this place.”

“So it isn’t really to harness my incredible talent?”

“I don’t even know what it’s for anymore. To what? To make up for what I said to a dead man. And for promises that I made at his grave... He can’t hear me. That’s the worst thing.”

Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets. “Is that the only reason you’re still here?”

“No. I love it here. I really do. I had to get older. I had to put some of my own sweat into this place. But now...I get it. I do. And I care about it because I care about it, not just because they cared about it. Not just because it’s a legacy, but because it’s worth saving. But...”

“I still remember that day. I mean, I don’t just remember it,” Sam said, “it’s like it just happened yesterday. That feeling... The whole world changing. Everything falling right down around us. That’s as strong in my head now as it was then.”

“How many times can you lose everything?” Chase asked, making eye contact with his brother. “Anna is everything. Or she could be. It was easy when she was just a friend. But...I saw her in my house the other morning cooking me breakfast, wearing my T-shirt. For a second she made me feel like...like that house was our house, and she could be my...my everything.”

“I wouldn’t even know what that looked like for me, Chase. If you find that...grab it.”