Montana Mistletoe

“What if Lindsey does turn up again—or some guy claiming to be the twins’ father—and tries to take them away?”

Jess’s mouth flattened. “That thought keeps me awake at night. I would help her any way I can. But if she refused my help and took off with them, how safe would they be? What if we couldn’t find her again, and she was into drugs, or running with a bad crowd?”

Like that violent boyfriend. Or worse. “I’m going to start adding the girls to my prayers. They’ve been so blessed to end up with you, Jess.”

A brief smile crinkled the corners of his eyes. “I can’t imagine life without them, even if they can be a handful at times.”

The glimpse of his smile made her insides tighten and warmth rise into her cheekbones. Even after all these years, her reaction to him was as strong and instinctive as ever—which was going to make their working relationship even more awkward than she’d guessed.

Hiding her blush, she turned away toward the windows facing the barns and the foothills of the Rockies. “I don’t know how you managed while Betty was gone.”

“Working a hundred miles an hour while the girls were in school.” Jess poured himself another cup of coffee and offered her a refill, but she shook her head. “Most years, cattle could still be on the higher range and stay fat and healthy there for another few weeks. But we got heavy, early snow in mid-October and it hasn’t let up. They can’t paw through it to get enough to eat.”

“So you’re already hauling hay to them?”

“Yep.” He studied the contents of his coffee cup for a moment, then raised his gaze to hers. “Which adds hours to each day, but now the snow is too deep to reach them. As soon as I can, I need to drive that last herd down closer to the barns, where it’s easier to keep them on hay. The rest of the cattle were already moved.”

“Any leads for another ranch hand?”

“Not yet.”

“No wonder you need help.”

Jess settled into a chair opposite hers at the round, claw-foot oak table and wearily ran a hand through his thick, wavy black hair. “Even after Betty is back on her feet, I don’t want her fussing over the cooking and housework. I’d like her to take it easy for the rest of her life.”

“Good luck with that, because from what I remember of her, she never liked to sit still.”

“True. But at least it would be her choice.”

Again, a corner of his mouth kicked up into a grin, and once again her foolish heart skipped a beat.

She pressed her lips into a firm line, reining in the impulse to smile right back. She was pretty sure that the quickest way to lose this job would be to look like she was going to follow him around like a lovesick teenager, and she most definitely wasn’t planning to do that.

He cleared his throat. “There’s something else we need to discuss before we decide whether or not this will work out.”

His piercing, silver-blue eyes focused on hers, until she suspected he could see into her deepest thoughts. She shifted uneasily in her chair.

“Betty hinted that you’re in some sort of trouble.”

“Not in any legal sense.” And certainly nothing she wanted to discuss with Jess, of all people. “Just...a bit of financial stress. Not uncommon, these days.”

He sat, quietly waiting.

The silence lengthened between them until she finally caved. “Alan—my ex-husband—had mild MS when we married, but it hasn’t progressed much. He’s an accountant and still perfectly capable of working, but he hasn’t held a job for a long time. I worked whenever I could as a substitute teacher, so I could be available on the days he needed help.”

“And then you finally left him?”

The hint of censure in Jess’s voice set her teeth on edge. “No, Alan decided he loved his longtime physical therapist more than me and he filed for divorce in June. It wasn’t too complicated, with no kids and few assets to divide. Living expenses and his health costs always took most of my income.”

Jess frowned. “So now you’re headed back to school?”

She regarded him sadly. There’d been a time when her greatest dream had been to stay right here and become Jess’s wife. To spend the rest of her life with him. She’d never wanted to do anything else.

Breaking up with him had nearly destroyed her. Then Alan, a college friend, had caught her on the rebound while she still felt shattered and alone. She’d mistaken comfort and kindness for love, and had ended up in almost twelve years of marriage that cured her of all her remaining foolish hopes of happily-ever-afters.

She would never again pin her hopes of happiness on some guy. Now she dreamed of doing something more.

“I want to devote the rest of my career to autism research, so I’ve applied to a number of PhD programs in Special Ed. I hope to start school either spring or fall semester.”

He raised an eyebrow. “I’m impressed.”

“Well, don’t be,” she said with a laugh. “I haven’t been accepted yet. In the meantime, halfway through a school year isn’t the best time to try to find a full-time teaching position, so I’ve been trying to pick up enough substitute-teaching jobs to make ends meet. I finally decided to ask my dad if I could help out on his ranch and stay with him for a few months.”

Jess gave her a curious look. “But that didn’t work out, apparently.”

“He sent a very brief email saying I was welcome to come, so I showed up at his ranch a couple days ago. He hadn’t bothered to tell me about his whirlwind romance with a woman only a few years older than me. Or that they’d raced off for a Las Vegas wedding and a honeymoon in Florida for two weeks. Apparently they’d just come home when I arrived. Dad was out hauling cattle, but his wife was there and she was not very friendly.”

She realized she was starting to babble, but couldn’t seem to stop.

The whole weird deal with Dad and his new wife had been ricocheting through her head since that brief, awkward visit. What would a pretty young thing like Darla want with an old duffer like Dad? His money? He dressed like a grizzled old cowboy with a few dollars in his pocket, but he’d built his Shy Creek Ranch into a successful Angus-breeding operation, and West Coast investors had driven up the price of ranch land in recent years. He ought to be financially secure into old age unless something went terribly wrong.

“It was very apparent that his bride doesn’t want me around, interrupting her marital bliss.”

Jess’s lips twitched. “I suppose that would be a problem, with his adult daughter hanging around.”

The touch of amusement in his voice gave her hope. “I obviously can’t stay there now that Dad has remarried. But I’d like to be in the area for a while so I can at least check up on—I mean, visit him. Without a job, I’ll need to leave and try to find work somewhere else.”

Jess took another swallow of coffee. At the troubled emotions playing across his handsome face, she reached for her car keys on the table and started to rise. “I understand this is a difficult situation. You can tell Betty that I changed my mind about the job so she doesn’t blame you.”

She was almost to the door when he called out her name.

She turned back to him with mixed feelings of relief and dread. Given their past, it would be so much easier to just walk away. Maybe she could find a waitress job in Billings or Laramie or Denver if she couldn’t find enough substitute teaching days there...

“This is probably a mistake, but we both know it’s nothing personal—just a business arrangement between two adults. Right?”

Relief started to bubble through her. “Of course.”

He handed her a piece of paper. “Here’s the advertisement I’ve been running in the Montana newspapers and a cattleman’s magazine, listing the expected duties and qualifications.”

She picked up the document and scanned the list. “This seems reasonable enough. I’m not a gourmet cook, but no one will starve. As for the rest, no problem.”

Jess lifted a brow but apparently decided she had to be kidding about her cooking, because he quoted a salary that was more than generous.

She felt an inward sigh of relief. Now she had a place to live and an income to keep up with her bills.

Best of all, she’d be close enough to visit Dad’s ranch now and then. He’d always been the strong, silent, reclusive type, and maybe this would be a chance to finally grow closer...and also make sure he hadn’t fallen for a woman planning to make off with his money.

But this temporary job would be nothing more than that. Temporary. She had no illusions about it becoming anything more.