THE RANDELL BROTHERHOOD

Coming home to take a bride!

A home. A family. A legacy of their own.

Mustang Valley has long been home to the brotherhood. United by blood, trust and loyalty, these men fight for what they believe—for family, for what’s right, and ultimately…for love.

Now it’s time. Time for the next generation!

In May we met Brandon Randell in: THE NO.1 SHERIFF IN TEXAS. He’s a detective with the Sheriff’s office and a mighty fine cowboy!

Now meet Brandon’s cousin Jeff in: THE LIONHEARTED COWBOY RETURNS! Hearts are fluttering, because he’s back from the U.S. Army and about to cause a whole heap of trouble!

“Sold, to the gentleman in the back row.”

Lacey looked out into the crowd at the person holding the numbered paddle. Squinting against the sunlight, she glanced over the man’s square jaw and the deep-set dark eyes. The cowboy hat shaded a lot of his face, but there was no mistaking who he was. Her heart raced as she followed his movement through the crowd, closely examining the man she remembered from so many years ago. Her gaze moved over his long torso to those broad shoulders.

He might look military, but there was a lot of Texas cowboy mixed in. Tall and muscular, he filled out a shirt like no other man she’d seen in a long time.

He glanced over his shoulder. Their eyes met for a second, and Lacey felt that odd feeling—a mixture of longing, sadness and a bit of anger. Before she could move or even acknowledge him, he turned and walked away.

So Master Sergeant Jeff Gentry had finally come home.

The Lionhearted Cowboy Returns

By

Patricia Thayer

www.millsandboon.co.uk

Originally born and raised in Muncie, Indiana, PATRICIA THAYER is the second of eight children. She attended Ball State University, and soon afterwards headed West. Over the years she’s made frequent visits back to the Midwest, trying to keep up with her growing family.

Patricia has called Orange County, California, home for many years. She not only enjoys the warm climate, but also the company and support of other published authors in the local writers’ organisation. For the past eighteen years she has had the unwavering support and encouragement of her critique group. It’s a sisterhood like no other.

When she’s not working on a story, you might find her travelling the United States and Europe, taking in the scenery and doing story research while thoroughly enjoying herself accompanied by Steve, her husband for over thirty-five years. Together they have three grown sons and four grandsons. As she calls them, her own true-life heroes. On rare days off from writing you might catch her at Disneyland, spoiling those grandkids rotten! She also volunteers for the Grandparent Autism Network.

Patricia has written for over twenty years and has authored over thirty-six books for Silhouette and Harlequin Mills & Boon. She has been nominated for both the National Readers’ Choice Award and the prestigious RITA®. Her book NOTHING SHORT OF A MIRACLE won a RT Book Reviews Reviewer’s Choice award.

A long-time member of Romance Writers of America, she has served as President and held many other board positions for her local chapter in Orange County. She’s a firm believer in giving back.

Check her website at www.patriciathayer.com for upcoming books.

To all the men and women in our Armed Forces.

Thank you for your service to our country.

And to my Tom in the U.S. Army, you make a mother proud. Stay safe and God speed.

Chapter One

HE’D been to hell and back, but he’d finally made it…home.

Jeff Gentry stood on the porch of the foreman’s cottage at the Rocking R Ranch. The sun was just coming up, but he was already feeling the Texas summer heat. He drew a long breath of the familiar country air, loving the earthy smells of cattle and horses. This place was where he’d grown up, where he’d been part of a family. As a kid, it was the first place he’d ever felt safe.

This had been the meaning of home to him, once. Could it be again?

For the past decade, the U.S. Army had been his home. Ten years was a long time. During his military service, he’d traveled the world and seen far too much destruction and death to resemble the kid who’d left the ranch at twenty. Now he had his own personal nightmares he needed to forget. And he lived with a particular one that had changed his life for good. He rubbed his thigh, still feeling pain. But, like the doctor had told him, he’d been one of the lucky ones.

He didn’t feel so lucky. The last mission had robbed him of his life as he’d known it, and of his future. And now he’d been sent home to figure out his next move. Could he come back to San Angelo and rejoin the Randell family?

“Morning, son.”

Jeff turned to see his father approach the porch. He put on a smile. “Hey, Dad.”

At fifty-five years old, Wyatt Gentry-Randell was still a formidable man. He walked tall, his spine straight. His muscular frame resulted from years of physical labor handling rodeo stock. He smiled easily, and he was a soft touch when it came to his wife and children.

Years ago, he’d married Maura Wells and taken on her two small children, Jeff and Kelly. The day Wyatt had adopted them had been the best day of Jeff’s life. Wyatt had erased a lot of years of painful memories for their mother, for all of them. And two more siblings, Andrew and Rachel, had been added into the mix.

Oh, yeah, he loved this man.

“What brings you out here?” Jeff asked, knowing that most of the family had given him what he’d asked for: space. “Do you need my help with anything?”

Wyatt handed him a mug filled with steaming coffee. “No. I just wanted to spend some time with my son. It’s nice to have you home.”

Jeff took a sip. “It’s good to be back.” It wasn’t a lie exactly. He enjoyed being here with his parents.

He leaned against the porch railing and looked around the impressive ranch. Every well-cared-for outbuilding had recently been painted glossy white. For over twenty years, twin brothers Wyatt and Dylan had run their rough-stock business here. Not only did Uncle Dylan raise Brahmas, he had a bull-riding school, too. Both were very profitable enterprises, and also came under the umbrella of the Randell Corporation, of which every family member was a paid shareholder.

The corporation had been formed about a dozen years ago by Wyatt and Dylan along with the other four Randell brothers, Chance, Cade, Travis and Jarred, plus two cousins, Luke and Brady. All their properties were involved, including a nature retreat and an authentic working cattle ranch. They’d also built horse-property homes in a gated community that overlooked the famous Mustang Valley where wild ponies roamed freely. That was a big tourist draw.

Even though Jeff and his sister weren’t blood, they’d always been considered Randells. And he had no doubt that the family would find a place even for a beat-up old soldier like him in the organization. But that was what he didn’t want—pity.

His father’s voice broke into his reverie. “We know the last several months have been rough, son. So take all the time you need. Just get used to being home again.”

It was hard to hang on to anger when you had that kind of support. Jeff was touched, but he wasn’t ready to talk about his time overseas, maybe not for a long time. If ever. He’d done enough of that after his rescue, during his months of rehab, and it hadn’t done a bit of good.

“I appreciate that, but I’m fine.” He forced that smile again. “Of course, I should take advantage of this to get out of work. I’ve never been fond of mucking out stalls.”

His father grinned. “It’s safe to say we have enough ranch hands to do that task. But maybe you’re up to going for a ride with Hank and I this morning?”

Jeff tensed. He wasn’t ready to meet up with all the Randell clan. “Where to?”

Wyatt sighed. “A ranch auction.” He studied his son. “The Guthrie place.”

Jeff couldn’t hide his shock at the mention of his childhood friend. “Trevor was having financial trouble?” he managed to ask, knowing it was a crazy question. After his friend’s death Lacey would have trouble handling things by herself.

Lacey Haynes Guthrie. Just hearing her name sent a rush through him. Damn, he hated that she still had that effect on him. In school, she was the girl everyone loved, but she’d only had eyes for one man and that was his best friend. Never him—until that one day.

“Why didn’t anyone say something sooner?”

His father looked at him. “First, you and your recovery were our main concern. And secondly, we didn’t know there were problems until I heard about the auction this morning.” He blew out a long breath. “With this economy, so many ranches are in trouble. And Trevor’s illness was costly…” His father raised an eyebrow. “Maybe you can talk with Lacey today.”

For years Jeff had tried never to think about her. It seemed like a lifetime ago when they’d all been friends. Best friends. Now Trevor was gone. “I don’t know what to say.” He released a breath. “How can I explain why I wasn’t around?”

“You tell her the truth, son. You were defending our country, and there was your extended stay in the hospital. All those surgeries on your leg. You’ve gone through a lot. There’s no shame in what happened to you.”

Jeff closed his eyes, trying to push aside the pain of the past year. “Dad, Lacey doesn’t need to hear my problems. She’s had enough to deal with.” He glanced at his father. “And it’s not something I’m ready to talk about yet.”

Wyatt nodded. “Okay, we’ll honor your decision. But I still think you should get out today.” A truck pulled up to the house. “Come on, your granddad’s here. And knowing your mom, she’s cooked up a storm. If you don’t show up, she gives your food to me.” He rubbed his flat stomach. “I’ve already had to loosen my belt a notch.”

He hated to worry his parents. “Okay, I’ll save you from blueberry-pancake overload.”

Jeff smiled and it felt good. His dad kept his pace slow as they walked up toward the house. Breakfast with his parents and Hank would be the easy part. The hard part would be later, seeing Lacey again, knowing he couldn’t say or do anything that would ease her loss. Or the fact he hadn’t been there for his friend.

Jeff could never forgive himself for that.

Later that morning, Lacey Guthrie walked away when handlers led out her deceased husband’s best pair of quarter horses. The coal-black stallion, Rebel Run, and the pretty liver-chestnut filly, Doc’s Fancy Girl, were supposed to have been Trevor’s best breeding stock. If they were sold off, there was no way she could keep the business going. But today’s auction was about survival first.

“Next up for bidding are numbers 107 and 108 in your programs,” the auctioneer began. “Anyone from this area knows the bloodlines of these two fine animals. We’ll start the bidding on Rebel…”

Fighting tears, Lacey stepped into her kitchen, shut the back door, and leaned her head against the glass pane. She couldn’t watch them go. They represented the last of her dreams with Trevor. Their quarter horse ranch. What they’d worked so hard on for the past ten years was never going to come true. What about Colin and Emily?

“Oh, Trevor,” she sobbed. “You should be here for us.”

“Mom!”

Lacey quickly wiped away the tears and put a smile on her face as she turned around to her eight-year-old son. “What is it, Colin?”

“You can’t sell Rebel and Fancy,” he said, his fists clenched. “They’re Dad’s horses.”

“We’ve talked about this, son. I don’t have a choice.” She went to him and reached out to brush his shaggy blond hair from his forehead. He jerked away.

“Yes, you do,” he insisted. “Go out there and stop it. Dad doesn’t want you to sell ’em.”

“Dad isn’t here, honey. And I’m doing what I have to do to keep our ranch,” she told him, knowing her words weren’t going to make any difference.

Anger flashed in the boy’s eyes, eyes a deep blue so much like his father’s. “You didn’t love Dad. If you did you wouldn’t do this.” He turned and ran out, the screen door banging against the porch wall before slamming shut.

Lacey started after him and got to the porch just in time to hear the auctioneer’s gavel hit the table as he shouted, “Sold, to the gentleman in the back row.”

Lacey looked out into the crowd at the person holding the numbered paddle. Squinting against the sunlight, she glanced over the man’s square jaw and the deep-set dark eyes. The cowboy hat shaded most of his face, but there was no mistaking who he was. Her heart raced as she followed his movement through the crowd, closely examining the man she’d remembered from so many years ago. Her gaze moved over his long torso to those broad shoulders.

He might have looked military, but there was a lot of Texas cowboy mixed in. Tall and muscular, he filled out a shirt like no other man she’d seen in a long time.

He glanced over his shoulder. Their eyes met for a second, and Lacey felt that odd feeling, a mixture of longing, sadness and a little anger. Before she could move or even acknowledge him, he turned and walked away.

So, Master Sergeant Jeff Gentry had finally come home.

Jeff couldn’t believe it. He didn’t even know about his own future, but he owned two horses. He’d only planned to bid to help Lacey get top dollar for them. He couldn’t let her lose everything. This ranch had been Trevor’s dream for his family. He knew his friend had worked hard to build a reputation.

His father caught up to him. “Do you mind my asking what you plan to do with your quarter horses?”

Jeff shrugged. “Sorry, I guess I didn’t think about where I could board them.”

Wyatt smiled. “Of course you can bring them to the ranch or maybe take them over to Uncle Chance’s place. He’s better equipped for training anyway.”

Hank walked over to them. Jeff’s eighty-five-year-old grandfather was grinning. Still healthy and active, Hank Barrett was the head of the Randell family.

“I’d say you got yourself a fine pair of horses, Jeff.” He glanced around. “I’m surprised Chance didn’t show up this morning. He’s always been impressed with Trevor’s stock.”

Jeff looked toward the house again. Lacey Guthrie was still on the porch. His breath caught as his hungry gaze moved over her. Tall and slender, she was nearly five foot nine. Her long legs were encased in faded jeans. She’d filled out since high school, and the weight looked good on her. Really good. Her honey-blond hair was thick and silky, hanging to her shoulders in soft waves. Her eyes were grass-green. He remembered her as always smiling, but she was not today. Definitely not the last time he’d seen her, either.

“Do you want to go talk with Lacey?” his dad asked.

Jeff shook his head. “She’s busy right now.” He pulled his attention away from her. “I’d better go pay for the horses and make arrangement for pick-up.” Before his dad or granddad could say anything more, he walked off, unable to hide the limp. He fought the discomfort and pulled out his checkbook as he headed to the cashier. The cost was high, but not nearly what he owed his friend.

Later, Jeff shifted his dad’s pickup into fourwheel drive and turned off the gravel road. The oversized tires made the journey easily over the rough terrain along the pathway to the clearing. His spirits began to soar when the familiar lineman’s shack came into view. He stopped the truck and climbed out, but didn’t go any further as his gaze took in the landscape, the grove of trees and the stream that ran through the Guthrie property.

Hundreds of happy memories of summer days he’d spent here with his friend came rushing back. As kids, he and Trevor would ride their horses up here, wade through the stream, even pretend to fight off villains, rustlers and any bad guy on the most-wanted list. They ran races through the field to see who would win the title that summer as the fastest kid.

Jeff had always won. He was the athletic one. Trevor was the outgoing one, the charmer with animals and people. When it came to girls, Trev had led the way, too. That was how his friend had won Lacey’s heart.

He turned his attention to the shack. Their hangout. It was different now. What once was nearly falling down had been rebuilt. Trevor had written saying what he’d planned to do.

Jeff walked across the new porch floor. The door had new hinges, too. Trying the knob, he discovered it was unlocked. Although the inside was dim, there was light coming through the windows.

“Looks like you did it, Trev,” he whispered into the single-room cabin. “You fixed the place up.”

Suddenly the emotions were overwhelming. He drew a few breaths and released them slowly as a doctor had once instructed him. Once he’d pulled himself together again, he began to look around.

A small table and a pair of chairs were placed against one wall, on the other were built-in bunk beds. In the corner was a pot-bellied stove. He walked to the kitchen area to find the same old brass water pump arching over the oversized sink.

He touched the aged counter, tracing the familiar initials scratched in the wood. Their names, Trevor Guthrie, Jeff Gentry, and then, later, another person had been invited into their sanctum, Lacey Haynes.

When they’d gone to high school, a new declaration had been carved out: Trevor loves Lacey. Jeff’s finger outlined the heart around their names. The threesome turned into a twosome. Trevor and Lacey never intentionally left him out, but he’d become the third wheel. And he’d found it harder and harder to be around the happy couple. Even dating his own steady girl hadn’t changed his feelings for Lacey. But she’d loved Trevor.

Jeff had tried to accept it. After a time, he knew he couldn’t stay around. He’d joined the military and was to leave in a few months. It had been a rough summer for all of them, and particularly rocky for the perfect couple. Trevor had asked him to help. Jeff had reluctantly agreed and he’d met Lacey at the cabin. But they hadn’t done much talking.

Jeff drew a shaky breath; the pain and joy of being with Lacey still tore at him.

He’d done the unforgivable that day. He’d betrayed his best friend. So the only thing he could do had been to leave and try to forget. He’d heard weeks later of the couple’s wedding.

So many years had gone by. So many things had happened over those years. He rubbed his thigh absently.

“What are you doing here?”

Jeff spun around, nearly losing his balance. He gripped the counter as he looked at the young boy standing in the doorway. The kid’s hat was cocked low, but there was no hiding his anger. There was no doubt at all that he was Trevor’s son.

“Hi, I’m Jeff Gentry. I used to come here when I was a kid.”

“This cabin belongs to me and my dad. So you’ve got to leave.”

“I knew your dad, Trevor.” He nodded. “You must be Colin.”

The boy ignored him. “He’s dead.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I’ve been away for a lot of years.”

Colin’s eyes narrowed. “Dad told me you were in the army, Special Forces. That you’re a hero.”

Jeff tried not to flinch at the title. “I was just doing my job.”

Those questioning blue eyes studied him. “Big deal. If you were my dad’s friend, how come you never came to see him?”

“I was out of the country, serving overseas. As much as I wanted to be here, I had a job to do for the government.”

The kid remained silent.

Jeff continued in the awkward stillness. “We wrote back and forth.” That sounded lame, even to him. “I had no idea he was so sick until afterwards. I’m here now, so if I can help you—”

The kid reared back. “I don’t need your help. ’Cause it’s too late.” Fighting tears, he ran out of the cabin.

“Wait, Colin.” Jeff started after him, but stopped as he spotted a battered Jeep pull up next to his truck. Lacey Guthrie got out and walked up to her son. She didn’t look happy with him.

Finally the boy stalked off toward the horse grazing on the grass. The eight-year-old mounted the animal with the ease of a pro, grabbed the reins and reeled him around. Feeling Colin’s kick against his ribs, the horse shot off.

Lacey closed her eyes and prayed for strength, then she turned around to deal with the intruder at the cabin door.

Why wasn’t she surprised to find Jeff here? So he wanted to reminisce about the past. Too bad he hadn’t gotten the urge sooner. The one thing Trevor had wanted during those last days was to see his friend. As far as she was concerned she’d never wanted to see him again. She blinked away the sudden rush of tears. Why did he have to come back now?

She drew a shuddering breath and worked up the courage to speak. “So, Gentry, you finally made it home.”

He stepped off the porch and made his way across the field. His movement was slow and uneven as he finally reached her. “I got here as soon as I could.”

She nodded, not wanting to hear another condolence for her loss. “Your parents explained you were out of the country.”

He cocked his head and held her gaze. His strong jaw showed a trace of his stubbornness, but his brown eyes gave away his softer side.

And his sexy side. Jeff Gentry had always been the quiet, sexy type. He still was.

“You have to know, Lacey, I’d have given anything to be here for Trevor.”

She wasn’t going to cry. “I know, but I’m not happy about your trick this morning.”

“Trick?”

“You could at least have let me know you were back.”

“Yeah, I should have. I’ve been staying pretty close to home.”

The Jeff she remembered never gave much away. Now wasn’t much different. “I don’t need your help now, Jeff. I don’t need you to come and rescue me.”

“Who said I was rescuing you?”

She folded her arms across her chest. “You’re in the military, Master Sergeant. What do you need with quarter horses?”

“My time’s up. I’m a civilian now.”

She couldn’t hide her shock. “I can’t believe it.”

He glanced away, but she caught a flash of sadness. “Believe it. I’ve given my time to my country. I’m ready for a change.”

She could see the strain around his eyes. She had a feeling war had taken its toll on him. “Trevor would have loved having you back home.”

He looked hesitant. “He wasn’t the only one, Lace.”

She hated that he called her by her nickname. “Logically, I know that…”

He nodded. “Trevor understood I had a job to do.”

She turned and marched to her vehicle. The hurt she felt seemed as intense as losing Trevor all over again. Her biggest problems were that she had to deal with her husband being gone—and Jeff Gentry returning.

Chapter Two

A few hours later, Jeff drove to the Guthrie Ranch. He wasn’t going to leave things unsettled. Lacey might not want him around, but too bad, he didn’t like the situation any more than she did.

Whether she liked it or not, he was back.

He pulled up in front of the house that had once been Trevor’s parents’ home.

He’d been here numerous times as a kid. Just as Trevor had been a frequent visitor at the Rocking R.

He went straight to the back porch and knocked on the door. It opened, and behind the screen a little girl about five years old appeared, wearing jeans and a pink-flowered blouse. He was caught off guard for a moment. She favored her mother with that same streaked blond hair and big eyes. The fight inside him suddenly died.

“Who are you?” the child asked.

“Jeff Gentry.” He smiled. “I’m a friend of your mom and dad. Who are you?”

“Emily Susan Guthrie.” She shook her head. “You can’t see my daddy, he died.”

Jeff leaned down, bracing his hands on his thighs. “I know, and I’m sorry, Emily.”

She seemed to brighten a little. “My daddy used to call me Emmy Sue,” she announced proudly.

“That’s cute. Is your mother here?”

“She’s down at the barn, feeding the horses. I have to stay here and watch TV. She only lets Colin help her ’cause he’s older.”

“I bet when you’re older, she’ll let you help, too.”

“I used to help my daddy. He said I was his best girl.”

Jeff could still remember years ago how Wyatt used to call his younger sister Kelly ‘Princess.’ “I bet you were. And I bet your daddy would be happy that you’re minding your mom, too.”

She nodded eagerly. “And I’m not s’posed to let anybody in the house when she’s not here.”

At least one of this family’s members was talking to him. “That’s a good thing. I’ll just go down to the barn and see your mother there.”

The child looked disappointed. “’Kay. Bye.” She shut the door.

Jeff made his way down the steps, wishing he could spend the afternoon watching television, too. Instead he had to try and think of what to say to Lacey to convince her to accept some help.

He owed Trevor that much.

“Mom, I’m finished feeding the horses,” Colin called as he came out of Fancy’s stall. “Am I done now?”

Lacey looked around the nearly empty horse barn. Thanks to the successful auction that morning, there were only five horses left, and two more would soon be gone.

She pointed to the leather bridles tossed over the railing. “Just take those back to the tack room and you can go to the house, but I don’t want you to bother your sister.”

Her son grabbed the tack off the railing and started down the center aisle. “You always blame me for all the trouble.”

“That’s because you can’t leave Emily alone. I mean it, Colin, don’t go near her. You’re already in trouble for riding off today without asking.”

“Fine, I’ll just go to my room.” He went into the tack room, then came out seconds later. She knew he hadn’t had time to put away the bridles properly, but it wasn’t worth the argument; she’d just do it herself later.

It had been a long day and she was tired. The auction had taken a lot out of her. At least the money made today would finally pay off Trevor’s medical bills, and the ranch would be solvent for the next year. After that, she wasn’t sure what she’d do. She knew she couldn’t continue the breeding business without a stud. She’d kept her chestnut broodmare, Bonnie. She just needed a stallion.

She looked toward the barn door where her son had stopped to talk with someone. Jeff Gentry. Great. She didn’t need any more of him today, but by the looks of it, she wasn’t going to get her wish.

She watched as he started down the aisle. Large and powerfully built from years of military life, he roamed efficiently. Her gaze moved over him and noticed a slow gait and a slight limp. Had he been hurt? She hadn’t heard anything about any injuries.

He made a stop at Reb’s stall and began to get acquainted with the stallion. Much like Trevor, Jeff had a knack with animals, maybe more so than with people.

It had surprised her and everyone else when he’d announced that he’d joined the military. Even though college hadn’t worked out for him, she’d always thought he’d partner with his dad and uncle in the rough-stock business. His decision to go into the army had affected a lot of people, including her. She had a feeling his return would affect just as many.

No, she couldn’t let it affect her. Not after all this time and after everything she’d gone through.

Jeff gave Reb’s muzzle one more pat, then started toward her. A strange sensation surged through her and all she could do was watch him. He was a good-looking man, but so was Trevor, although the two friends couldn’t have been more different. Trevor was blond with hazel eyes, while Jeff had dark-brown hair and brooding coffee-colored eyes.

She thought back, recalling their conversation earlier. How could she have talked to him that way? Even with the hurt and months of loneliness since Trevor’s death, she had no right to blame Jeff. He hadn’t caused the virus that had damaged her husband’s heart. Yet she couldn’t bring herself to apologize for her actions. They had too much history for that. Jeff hadn’t only walked away from Trevor all those years ago, he’d walked away from her, too. With not even a care, or as much as a backward glance. Jeff Gentry never realized the pain and hurt he’d caused her. It had been Trevor who’d picked up the pieces.

Lacey drew a breath and released it. Now, ten years later, she knew it was finally time to let it go.

“I take it you’re here for your horses.”

Jeff paused to regroup for his talk with Lacey. He wasn’t going to let her brush him off. He could do attitude with the best of ’em. “First, I want to settle something.”

“Settle what?”

“Can we cut this out? I get you’re angry at me for just showing up.”

She threw him a surprised look. “Why don’t we just chalk it up to a bad day?” Her gaze locked with his. “You ever felt your world was suddenly crashing down around you?”

Jeff gripped the stall railing, shifting his weight onto his good leg. “Hell, yes, once or twice,” he answered, flashing back to the painful days during his long recovery.

He’d only heard of Trevor’s illness right after surgery when he was flat on his back, fighting his own hell. His friend was dying and he couldn’t help him. He’d sent word to Lacey, but by the looks of it, that hadn’t been enough.

“Trevor wouldn’t want you wasting time being so angry,” he said.

Those pretty green eyes narrowed. “Cut me a little slack, Gentry. I had to give up a lot today.”

“I’m not cutting you anything. You can’t fall apart now. You have kids who need you.”

She shot him a look. “Who are you to tell me what I need to do? You weren’t here. It might not be reasonable to blame that on you, but he was your best friend.”

He tried not to flinch. “The military doesn’t care about friendships, Lace. And neither did the terrorists I was fighting. There were times I couldn’t even contact my parents.”

He closed his eyes for a moment as he took a breath. The last he’d heard from Trevor, he’d said everything was fine. That had been about a month before he’d been deployed on his last mission. Then everything had changed.

He shook away his wayward thoughts.

“Lacey, you’ve got to know, if it were humanly possible, I would have found a way to be here for him.”

He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She’d always been pretty, and that had only been enhanced with age. “For you, too.”

“I didn’t need your help, then or now,” she said stubbornly.

“That’s just too bad,” he retorted.

She froze at his words, then snapped out of the daze. “Look around, Gentry, there isn’t much left.”

Jeff moved closer, feeling fatigue in every step. He ignored it. “That’s why you need me.”

She said something very unladylike, grabbed a feed pail and started down the aisle. Jeff reached for her arm and turned her around. “Tell me, Lacey. How bad are things?”

“That’s none of your business.” She started off again.

Jeff went after her, pushing hard to keep up. She went into the tack room.

“Is Rebel Run your only stud?”

Lacey busied herself hanging up the bridles. “As of this morning he’s your stud.”

So she didn’t have any business left. Great. “Okay, here’s the deal. I need a place to board my horses. I’d like to leave Rebel and Fancy here. I’ll pay you a fair price.”

She looked shocked. “You’re kidding, right?”

“Since when have you known me to kid around?” He paused and waited for her answer, but got none. “Okay, here’s the clincher. I need a place to stay.” He released a breath. “And I want to rent the cabin.”

Lacey ran her sleeve over her brow, pushing her worn hat off her forehead. She threw up a silent prayer this day would end, along with all the craziness. She didn’t want this man messing in her life.

Lacey looked back at Jeff. “The Randells own more property around here than anyone. You can take Rebel over to your uncle’s place, put him out to stud there.”

He gave a shrug. “I have my reasons. So, you want to take me up on my offer? The money couldn’t hurt.”

“All right, the horses can stay.”

He nodded. “You should think about boarding other horses, too. Bring in another half dozen and you’d make a good income.”

She shook her head. “I can’t work at the market and handle more animals without help.”

“Then hire someone,” he said. “Until then, I’ll come by and help out.”

She jammed her hands on her hips. “If this is your trick way of rescuing me, I don’t want it.”

His dark gaze settled on her face. “It’s the other way around, Lace. You’re the one rescuing me.”

The next morning about 6:00 a.m., Jeff walked in the back door of his parents’ house and found his mother standing at the stove cooking breakfast. The aroma of coffee and bacon hit him.

Maura Gentry looked up and smiled. With her auburn hair and green eyes, she had always been pretty, and that hadn’t changed over the ten years he’d been away. Even though she’d come to the Rocking R a city girl, she’d fitted into ranch life as if born to it.

“Morning, honey.” She eyed him closely, unable to hide her concern.

“Hi, Mom. Something smells good.” He walked to the table and pulled out a chair. The kitchen had always been the heart of this home. It had also been remodeled a few times. The cabinets were maple with dark granite countertops and the latest stainless-steel appliances. The floor was the original honey hardwood. He’d loved growing up in this house.

She set a plate on the table. “I made sweet rolls.”

He picked one up and took a bite. “You keep this up and I’m going to gain ten pounds.”

“You could use some extra weight.”

He frowned and took another bite. After he swallowed, he asked, “Where’s Dad?”

“He’s with Dylan. The new bull arrived earlier. He should be here soon.” She brought over a plate piled high with bacon. Just then the back door opened and his dad walked in. He hung his hat on the hook on the wall, then nodded to his son before he went to his wife and kissed her.

He came to the table and pulled out a chair. “Mornin’, son.”

“Morning, Dad.”

“You’ve got to see this bull, Jeff. Dylan’s named him Rough Ride.” His father beamed. “We both think he’s going to make quite a reputation on the circuit.”

Maura Gentry brought a dish of scrambled eggs and joined them. “Just so long as the two of you stay away from him, I’m happy.”

Wyatt frowned. “Are you saying I’m too old to climb on a bull?”

“No, I’m saying you’re too smart. So don’t make me out a liar. Save the ride for those twenty-something kids who need to impress the girls.” She picked up a fork. “You can impress me in other ways.”

Jeff should have been used to his parents’ flirting. Since the moment they’d met it had been like that between them.

His dad winked. “I’ll do my best.” He looked at his son. “You thought about what you’re going to do with the horses?”

Jeff shrugged. “Only that I’m going to leave them at Lacey’s and pay her to board them.”

“So you’ve got no plans to go into the breeding business?” his dad asked.

Jeff scooped up a forkful of eggs. “Still thinking on that one. I need to find a place to live first.”

His parents exchanged a look, then turned to him. His mother spoke. “You know you can stay in the cottage here as long as you want. There’s no hurry to leave.”

“I need to be closer to the Guthrie place. That’s why I’m planning to move up to the cabin.”

His dad swallowed his food. “What cabin?”

“The one where Trevor and I used to hang out.”

His mother frowned. “That old lineman’s shack? It was nearly falling down years ago.”

Jeff took a drink of his orange juice. He understood his parents’ concern. “Trevor must have put some work into it, because it’s in good shape now.”

His mother didn’t look convinced. “Jeff, do you think it’s a good idea to move so far away? It’s pretty isolated there.”

He’d been isolated in a lot worse places…the hills of Afghanistan, the deserts of Iraq. “Mom, it’s only a few miles from the ranch house. Besides, I like the quiet.”

“Haven’t we left you alone?” she asked. “I only worry about you because of the…accident. You haven’t been walking again that long.” Her eyes filled with worry. “You’ve only been home ten days.”

He didn’t want to hurt either one of them. “I’ve had months of physical therapy. Yes, both of you have given me space while I’ve been here, and I appreciate it. But I’m too old to live at home. Mainly, I’ve got to come to grips with what I’m going to do with the rest of my life. I never dreamed it would be anything but the military. I hadn’t planned to retire for another ten years.”

This time his father spoke up. “I know you’d be happier in the army, son, I only wish that were an option.”

Jeff shook his head. “Not if I can’t do what I was trained for.” And now that a terrorist sniper had changed everything for him, he had to make a different kind of life. “Right now, I need some time.”

His mother started to talk, but his dad stopped her. “Maura, our son is a man. He needs to make his own decisions. Whatever that is, Jeff, we’re proud of you.”

The praise from Wyatt Gentry meant more to Jeff than any medal he’d received from that last mission.

Maura nodded. “I guess it’s the best solution for you both. Lacey can use your help, too.” His mother reached for his hand and smiled. “I think you can be a big help to each other.”

The next day Hank Barrett drove up the road toward the cabin. He knew he probably shouldn’t have come here without an invitation, but he might never get one. So he’d come to see Jeff on his own.

Along with age came some privileges.

He’d stopped by the Guthrie Ranch and talked with Lacey. She’d been in the corral working with the horses. He’d stood back and watched and had been impressed with her talent. He’d always thought it had been Trevor who had had the skill with the horses, but Lacey knew her way around those animals, too. Maybe Jeff’s idea wasn’t so bad. Those two could help each other.

He grinned. Who knows? Lacey Guthrie might even finally take notice of his grandson. At least, maybe she could help Jeff get through the rough time.

Avoiding several mesquite bushes, Hank continued toward the cabin on the hill. He parked and climbed out, then grabbed two shopping bags filled with things Maura and Ella had sent with him.

He made his way to the porch when Jeff came out. “Granddad. What are you doing here?”

“It was either me comin’ here, or your mother and grandmother. And they’d probably be hanging ruffled curtains in the windows. So you got the best of the deal, me.”

Jeff chuckled and took the bags.

“That’s food, and in there are some towels. There’s a cooler in the back of the truck.”

“I’ll get it later,” Jeff said. “Come inside.”

Hank walked through the door first. The place wasn’t much bigger than a horse stall, but it was a lot cleaner.

The bunk against the wall was made up with white sheets and a green army blanket tucked in neatly on all sides. Two pairs of cowboy boots stood at the end. The one thing that looked out of place was a single crutch next to the door, reminding him of the months of pain and anguish his grandson had gone through during his time in the hospital.

Sadness hit Hank as he ambled over to the only place to sit down. He pulled out a chair. “So, looks like you’ve made the place real homey.”

“It’s not so bad.”

“Sure, I believe you, but you know your mother isn’t going to feel the same. An outside latrine and no shower isn’t what they’d call civilized. So if you feel the need to get under a warm spray, come by the house.”

Jeff couldn’t help but smile. He always enjoyed Hank. Getting a grandfather was one of the best things about being adopted into the family.

“I’m going to rig up a portable shower out back.”

“Good thing the weather is warm.” The old man grew serious. “You know I have to report back to the ladies on how you’re getting on. And I’ve learnt never to cross the women in this family, not if I ever want to eat again.”

Jeff smiled. “Then you tell them that if I survived the deserts and the jungle, the Texas prairie isn’t going to hurt me.”

Grinning, Hank nodded. “I told ’em you’d be just fine.”

“What else brings you up here, Granddad?”

Hank pushed his hat back off his forehead. “Well, I had this idea I wanted to run by you.”

“I hope it doesn’t have anything to do with moving home.”

“No, I think if this is where you want to be, then it’s the right place for you. My idea has something to do with Randell Corporation.”

“And this concerns me how?”

“Just hear me out,” Hank coaxed. “You know how we have guests that come to the ranch on vacation and want to work. They like the cowboy way of things.”

“And it’s always made money, too.”

“I was thinking this year, at summer’s end, I’d like to do an old-fashioned cattle drive. All guests on horseback, and we even have a chuck wagon with a cook to make the meals just like they did a hundred years ago. We can start at Chance’s place and drive the cattle across to your dad’s ranch. Then go on to Uncle Jarred and Aunt Dana’s and onto Cade’s lands, then finally end up at the Circle B. I have the quarters to house the guests.”

“Sounds like you’d be going around in a circle.”

“Almost. But we’d stay on private property, and if something does happen, we’re not far from help.” Hank raised an eyebrow. “So, what do you think?”

“Sounds good to me.” Jeff was surprised his dad hadn’t said anything. “How do the brothers like it?”

“I’ll tell them eventually, but right now I want the grandkids on board first. And I want you to be in charge.”

Jeff was caught off guard by this. “I can’t do it.”

“Why? You’ve been in the military for years, in charge of men, giving orders.”

“I haven’t been on a horse in a long time. Secondly, I don’t even know if I can still ride.”

“Sure you can. It’s something you don’t forget, especially since you were so good it. You could out-ride any of your cousins.” Hank smiled. “Even then you strove to be the best.”

Jeff knew he had drive. He’d proven it many times in the army, and it had saved his life more times than he could count. “That was before.” He rubbed his thigh.

“Before what? The accident?” Hank shook his head. “You’re just as good as before.”

“The army doesn’t think so,” Jeff said bitterly. “They seem to think you need both legs to be a soldier.”

Chapter Three

EARLY in the morning, Jeff closed Fancy’s gate. It had been a long time since he’d mucked out a stall. He didn’t like it any better than he had as a kid.

He’d only been a horse owner for a few days, but he needed the physical work. Outside of his daily workouts, he’d been pretty sedentary lately, unlike the days when he used to take five-mile runs every morning. He couldn’t handle that—yet.

He sat down on the bench next to the stall gate and rubbed his knee. Maybe he’d been pushing it. But that was how he did everything—to the hilt. He’d never held back, and he wasn’t going to now.

“What’s wrong with your leg?”

Jeff looked up find Colin standing nearby. Was the kid just lurking around, waiting to give him a bad time? “I’m just tired.”

Those blue eyes narrowed. “You get shot in the army?”

Jeff gripped the railing and pulled himself up to stand. “Yeah, you could say that.”

“Does it hurt?”

He didn’t want to talk about this. “Sometimes. What are you doing out here?”

“Mom said I should help you. What do you want me to do?”

“What do you usually do?”

“Dad used to let me exercise the horses, but Mom only wants me to clean stalls.”

“How about we do the cleaning first, then we’ll see about the riding part.”

If the boy was surprised at the answer, he didn’t show it. “Whatever.”

“Okay, let’s start with the first two stalls. I need fresh straw spread out on the floors.”

“Why? There aren’t any horses.”

“You’ve got a lot of questions, son. In the army, you don’t ask, you just do.”

“I’m too young to be in the army.”

Jeff smiled. “Guess you’re right. But there are two mares arriving tomorrow.”

Thanks to his Uncle Chance spreading the word about the Guthrie Ranch being open for boarding and training, they already had their first two horses. The only problem was he wasn’t sure he could handle it without help. “If you do a good job, we’ll talk about wages.”

The boy blinked. “You gonna pay me?”

Jeff nodded. “This is hard work. I’d like you to help out a few hours in the mornings. I need to learn my way around here. It’s been a while since I handled horses. So, are you available?”

The kid couldn’t hide his surprise. “Yeah. Do I get to help work the horses, too?”

“We need to talk to your mom about that. But from what I saw the other day, you’re an experienced rider.”

Colin puffed out his chest. “Since I was four years old. I’ll be nine next month.”

He liked the boy sharing that with him. “We still have to talk to your mom.”

“Talk to me about what?”

They both turned around to find Lacey dressed in her uniform for her job at the supermarket. She came down the aisle. Her hair was pulled back into a serviceable ponytail, showing off her high cheekbones and brightgreen eyes. Damn, if she didn’t get his blood going.

He finally found his voice. “I’ve asked Colin if he wants to help me for a few hours a day. I was going to pay him.”

“Can I, Mom?” The boy was excited. “Can I work with the horses?”

Lacey didn’t look pleased with the idea. “We’ll talk about it later. Why don’t you go up to the house and wash up, Colin? Mindy’s here to watch you and Emily while I go to work.”

“Ah, Mom,” he argued. “Why can’t I help with the horses like I did with Dad?”

“Colin,” Jeff began. “Your mom and I need to discuss this,” he suggested, realizing his mistake of not telling Lacey about his idea first.

The boy’s enthusiasm quickly died, and he turned and marched off.

Once alone, Lacey turned back to him, anger furrowing her eyebrows. “If you’re trying to win my son over, you’ll probably do it, especially when you dangle horses in his face.”

“I wouldn’t have, if I’d known how disrespectful he is to you. Why do you let him talk to you that way?”

Lacey didn’t need this today. She’d purposely avoided Jeff since he’d been coming in the mornings. She hadn’t liked the feelings he’d created in her whenever he was around. Feelings she’d had to kill off years ago. “Colin has had a rough time since his dad’s death.”

“Most kids do, but you still need to rein the boy in.”

“What makes you the expert?”

“I acted like a jerk at his age, too. Someone needs to take him in hand, and that means stop coddling him.”

Her eyes widened. “He’s only eight years old.”

“Almost nine,” he corrected her.

“He’s not an army recruit, Jeff. He’s still a little boy who’s just lost his daddy.”

“He also needs to learn respect for you. I don’t think Trevor would have let him talk to you that way.”

At the mention of her husband’s name, sadness hit her. From the day Colin had been born, father and son had been inseparable. “Trevor would have handled it differently.”

Jeff stiffened. “Sorry, I’m not Trevor.”

Lacey tried to keep calm, but having Jeff around was making everything difficult. “Look, Gentry. We might be thrown together temporarily, but my family is my concern. Not yours. I’d appreciate it if you’d let me decide what’s good for my son.”

Jeff’s dark gaze watched her for what seemed like an eternity. “Agreed,” he finally said. “But there’s something else we need to discuss.”

She studied the man she’d practically grown up with. They’d shared childish secrets, survived adolescence, and he’d been her husband’s best friend.

Her first lover.

Lacey glanced away. No, she couldn’t think about that anymore. She couldn’t let him know that it had been on her mind, either. Easy to say, harder to do when she’d been noticing the man far too much. The first thing she had to do was stop being so uptight whenever he was around.

“What…what do you want to talk about?” she asked.

“I think I’ve solved your problem with the ranch. Have you thought about taking on a partner?”

The next day Jeff stood back and gave the new portable shower a nod of approval. Not bad. The five-gallon container hung from a tree branch, directly over the canvas cubicle. At least now he could wash his entire body at one time. The hot summer sun would warm up the spring water quickly.

“So this is what you army guys call roughing it.”

Jeff swung around, nearly losing his balance on the uneven ground, to find his cousin. A grinning Brandon Randell was dressed in the standard cowboy uniform of boots, jeans and a long-sleeved shirt to protect him from the Texas sun. He held the reins of his black quarter horse, Shadow.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” They exchanged a hearty hug. “What brings you out of the city, Detective Randell?” He glanced over his shoulder at the black stallion. “Just happened to be out for a ride?”

“I stopped by Hank’s, and he told me you were staying up here.” Brandon shrugged. “So Shadow and I cut through a couple of neighboring pastures and here we are. By car it would have been about a twenty-mile drive.”

“So you did some trespassing,” Jeff teased.

“I just tell people I’m on sheriff’s business.” Brandon jammed his hands on his hips. “Besides, I need to come see how my cousin’s doing.”

Jeff had no doubt that Brandon had been sent to check on him. “Not bad,” he told him. “I’ve lived in worse conditions. Best of all, I’m enjoying the peace and quiet.”

Brandon smiled. “Surely you’re not saying the Randell clan is too much for you?”

“I can handle them in small doses. Dad’s been running interference for me.”

“Take it from me, cuz, it’s not going to stop a Randell. You know, eventually they’re going to come looking for you.” Brandon’s smile disappeared. “Just know it’s only because we all care about you. Man, it’s good to have you home.”

“It’s good to be back.” Jeff relaxed a little. He’d always gotten along with the oldest cousin. When Jeff, his mother and sister had first come here years ago, it had been Brandon’s mother, Abby, who’d helped them find a place to live. They also shared the fact that their mothers had come from abusive backgrounds, and Randell men had come to their rescue.

Brandon led his horse to the creek for some water, and examined the shower structure. “Not bad. I guess you couldn’t stand your own stink, huh?”

They both laughed. It felt good to Jeff. “You could say that.”

Brandon was like all the Randell men—tall and broad-shouldered, with dark hair and eyes. There was also the distinguishing cleft chin that marked nearly all the male Randells. Brandon had surprised everyone after college by going into law enforcement instead of ranching. He was a detective with the sheriff’s office.

“Granddad Hank said you bought two of the Guthrie’s quarter horses at the auction and you’re boarding them there.”

“It seemed simpler to keep them there.” Jeff started back up the rise toward the cabin. The hot afternoon sun beat down on his T-shirt-covered back, and his leg was tired from his long day. “The past year was rough on Lacey, or she would never have sold off her best quarter horses.”

Brandon tipped his hat back. “I was sorry to hear about Trevor. Man, he was so young.” Brandon shook his head. “And leaving a wife and young kids.”

They reached the small porch partly shaded by a tree. “I heard you’re a married man now. Congratulations.”

“Thanks. When you’re up to it, maybe you can meet Nora and Zach.”

Jeff nodded. He wasn’t making any promises.

“It’s good you’re around to help her,” Brandon told him. “Lacey can use a friend.”

Friend. He hadn’t been much of one when Trevor had needed him. So far, he hadn’t been doing well on that front with Lacey either. “I don’t know how much good I can do.” Jeff hated to admit to any kind of weakness. “Sometimes I think I have enough to deal with just taking care of myself.”

Brandon paused. “Seems to me you’ve got a pretty good start. It takes time to adjust to your new life. You’ve started already, living up here alone.”

Jeff frowned. “Alone? I think I’ve had more visitors here than I did at the house.”

“Comes with the territory in this family. You wouldn’t remember that because you’ve been gone so long.”

“I guess I like my privacy.”

“Isolating yourself isn’t a good idea,” Brandon pointed out.

Jeff wanted to argue, but instead he walked inside the cabin. The place was stifling. He grabbed two sodas from the cooler under the sink and went back outside to where Brandon sat under the shade.

“Thanks,” his cousin said as he took the can and popped the top.

Careful of his leg, Jeff eased down beside him. Looking out at the horse grazing by the creek, he enjoyed the hint of a breeze from under the tree.

Brandon turned to him. “Look, Jeff. You have a right to live wherever you want. I’m the last one to preach, since I avoided the family ranch for years.” His cousin gave him a sideways glance. “And I didn’t have anything as life-changing as losing a leg happen.”

Jeff flinched. Since being home, he hadn’t talked about his loss, not even with his parents. Yet it seemed easier with Brandon. “I lost more than a leg. I lost my career. My identity. Special Forces was who I was.” He looked down at his soda can. “Man, you’d think this was a beer, as much cryin’ as I’m doing.”

“I’m glad you’re talking about it,” his cousin said. “But you’re wrong, Jeff. You might have lost your leg, and a career, but no, not your identity. There’s a lot more to you, cuz, than being a soldier. And you have a family who loves you and we’ll support you any way we can.”

Jeff took a long drink of the sugary soda, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. He couldn’t lose it now. “Well, when you discover where I fit in, let me know.”

“I think you’ve already found it. You own two fine quarter horses and you’re working with one of the prettiest and best trainers in these parts.”

Jeff stiffened. He couldn’t think of Lacey in that way, not anymore. “She’s also my best friend’s widow.”

“So that’s what’s bothering you?”

“No,” Jeff denied quickly. “What’s bothering me is that I wasn’t here when Trevor needed me. Now Lacey needs me.”

“So that’s why you bought two of her horses. To help her out?” Brandon stared out toward the pasture. “So are you going to be partners?” He turned to Jeff. “Are you going into the horse-breeding business?”

Jeff shrugged. “I’m not sure I can do more than clean stalls and feed the stock.”

“Why not?” Brandon asked. “Years ago you were an exceptionally good horseman.” Brandon smiled. “As I remember, you even broke a few mounts that summer we worked together.”

That seemed like another lifetime ago. “I haven’t been on a horse since I got back.”

Brandon nodded and glanced down at the leg. “Seems to me if you can drive a vehicle, riding a horse shouldn’t be difficult for a Special Forces guy. How much of your leg had to be amputated?”

His cousin had finally cut out the finesse, causing Jeff to tense before he forced himself to relax. “A few inches below the knee.”

Brandon nodded. “I bet being in the military, you got the most hi-tech prosthesis.”

He had. What the heck—he’d show Brandon. Jeff tugged his pant leg up, revealing his Justin short roper boot and the titanium limb that was connected to a plastic boot that covered his knee. “It’s hard getting used to it. The hardest part is even after months, I still feel the loss, but it’s been less and less. They call it phantom pain.”

“I can’t say I know how you feel, because I don’t. But look at it this way; you nearly lost your life on that last mission. Just think how your mom and dad would be suffering if you hadn’t made it back alive. All of us would be.” Brandon’s throat worked hard. “I never fought in a war, but I’ve known life-and-death situations. Far too many close calls over the years. Whatever you decide to do, I hope it’s around here. I’d like to get to know you again.” He broke out into a big grin. “I’ve never known a genuine hero.”

Lacey was about at the end of her patience. When she got hold of Colin he was going to be grounded until the end of summer. If he lived that long.

She pulled the truck off the road and up toward the cabin. The last thing she wanted to do was disturb Jeff, but there wasn’t any choice. Her son was missing and she had to find him.

She parked next to the familiar truck and headed up the rise, hoping Colin was here. Had Jeff been right? Did her son need a firmer hand? This was all new to her. She’d never had to worry about Colin’s behavior before. She knew he’d been angry since his father’s death, but it had only gotten worse. As much as she hated to, she needed to ask for help.

Lacey came around the side of the shack and found two men sitting on the edge of the porch. She recognized Brandon Randell right away. She hesitated to disturb them, but maybe the sheriff’s detective could help, too. They were engrossed in conversation as she approached the porch. She saw they were both concentrating on Jeff’s leg. She got closer and could see that it wasn’t his leg, but a metal prosthesis. She gasped.

Both men turned toward her, and Jeff quickly pulled down his pant leg.

Brandon stood. “Lacey.” He walked toward her and took her hand. “It’s good to see you again.”

“Hi, Brandon.” She tried to gather her thoughts, but it was difficult. She glanced at Jeff, then started backing up. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I should go.”

Jeff got to his feet and started after her. “Lacey, wait.”

She did as he asked, but couldn’t look at him. Oh, God, his leg. All this time she’d been harping on at him about not being around. What must he have gone through? She blinked at sudden tears.

Jeff’s gaze narrowed. “Did you need me for something, Lacey?”

She opened her mouth, but her words were lost. What could she say?

“Lacey? What’s wrong?”

Suddenly she remembered her reason for coming here. “I can’t find Colin. I think he’s run away.”

Chapter Four

WHEN Jeff drew Lacey into his arms, he couldn’t think about anything but calming her. Not how her soft and delicate body felt against his, or how many years he’d ached to hold her close like this. It was heaven and hell.

Right now he needed to concentrate on the problem at hand. He released her. “It’s going to be okay, Lacey. We’ll find Colin.”

“When was the last time you saw your son?” Brandon asked, breaking into the moment.

Lacey’s eyes widened. “It sounds terrible, but I’m not sure. When he came in from doing morning chores, we argued.” She glanced at Jeff. “He talked again about working with the horses. I got upset with his attitude so I sent him upstairs.” She brushed her hair back from her face. “About noon, I fixed him a sandwich and took it up to him, hoping we could work it out.” She blinked back fresh tears. “He was gone.”

“What about Emily?” Jeff asked. “Did she see him leave?”

Lacey shook her head. “She’s been at her friend’s house all day.”

Jeff watched as she tried to stay in control. “Did you check the barn?” he asked. “Maybe he was just hiding out.”

She folded her arms. “I checked and found his horse gone, too. I don’t know how I missed him. I was in the kitchen most of the morning. He must have walked Buddy around the front of the house so I wouldn’t see him leave.” Her lower lip quivered. “He wanted to get away from me that badly.”

“He’s had a rough year, Lacey,” Brandon said. “But we’re going to find him.” He frowned. “Are you sure you’ve checked all the places he would go?”

She nodded. “That’s why I came up here. This was where he used to come with Trevor.”

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