“It’s pre-kindergarten. It’s not like she’s going to miss out on a whole lot. And doesn’t that fancy-pants school encourage nontraditional learning? You can learn a lot on a cattle ranch.”
“Especially if you listen to the hands. Talk about a vocabulary lesson I don’t want my daughter repeating back to her city-slicker friends.” Kelly grinned, playing up her Texas drawl for effect.
Candace sniffed. “Your parents need Alissa right now. She’s the only good thing they have—aside from you three girls, of course.”
“Nice catch,” Kelly said.
Alissa was the glue that held her family together, and it was a fragile bond. When Kelly’s daughter was born, her mother had called and tried to re-establish their relationship. Kelly had needed her mother, even though she hadn’t stuck up for her when her father had thrown her out, and she gratefully took the opportunity to reconnect with her. But her father had remained stoically firm in his ultimatum…until a few years later, when he lay recovering in his hospital bed. Then, he demanded to meet his only grandchild. Her sisters had always made it a point to call every week to see how Kelly and Alissa were doing. Alissa was the best thing that had happened to Kelly, even if she had turned her life upside down. But babies were supposed to do that, right?
“I can also help my parents from right here,” Kelly said, defiantly. “I don’t have to uproot my life and my daughter’s.” There was that simmering resentment she still felt for them. It was hard to let go of it. The betrayal. She had waited for her mother, at least, to come to her senses and tell her father to stop being ridiculous. Of course, her six-months-pregnant daughter could stay. Of course, she didn’t have to tell them who the father was until she was ready.
No.
Her mother had stood on the porch and let tears flow down her cheeks, unchecked. But she hadn’t stood up for Kelly. Or Alissa.
“Your sisters are going. Emily is coming from another continent. You can’t get on a three-hour flight?”
Kelly took a bracing sip of her coffee, feeling the burn of her aunt’s logic. How could she explain, without feeling petty, that she was still hurt from something that should have been resolved long ago? Her parents had never apologized. Then again, they’d never brought up the subject again. And Kelly couldn’t find any fault in how they treated Alissa. She was the apple of their eyes and they doted on her, even long distance.
Kelly had once been the apple of their eyes. Until one day, she wasn’t.
“Just go down for a few weeks. Assess the situation. Talk with your sisters and spend time with them without the craziness of the holidays getting in the way.”
The irony of the ranch being named after them was that none of the three sisters had stayed. Her father’s temperament was partly to blame. He wasn’t an easy man to live with. Frank Sullivan had high expectations and a low tolerance for anyone or anything that didn’t measure up.
His temper and demanding ways aside, he could never see that his baby girls had grown up to become independent women, with their own high expectations and low tolerances—along with stubborn streaks that they’d inherited from him. To him, they were forever twelve, ten and eight, even fifteen years later.
Kelly had been the first to fly the coop, with the helpful shove from her father’s ultimatum. Twenty-two and pregnant, she refused to tell anyone who the father of her child was. And that was because he hadn’t acknowledged that Alissa was his. Kelly had refused to drag her family’s name through the dirt, trying to get professional bull rider, Trent Campbell, to do the right thing.
When she had found out she was pregnant, it had been like all the air in the room had vanished. She had panicked. He had a huge tour scheduled and she was still finishing up her degree in business management. After their one-night stand, they had exchanged phone numbers and promised to keep in touch. But they hadn’t. With her course work and his crazy hours, what started out as a daily text fest, dwindled to once a week, and then not at all. In the back of her mind, Kelly knew that she would see him again. He was sure to come back for next year’s rodeo.
But three months later, Kelly had needed to text him to call her. He never did. She’d left him a voice mail, which he’d never returned. She’d even tried to track him down through his manager.
“If he wants to be a father, have him call me. If he doesn’t, I never want to hear from him again.”
That’s what she told Trent’s manager, Billy King. And Trent never contacted her again.
His loss.
“What’s the real reason you don’t want to go back?” Candace asked.
Kelly shook her head to clear it of memories and saved the school portraits she was working on. They were fine. The parents would love them. And if they didn’t, she was very handy with Photoshop. Sighing, Kelly stretched in her chair and looked out the window into the bustling city, thinking about how to answer her aunt. There were a lot of reasons Kelly didn’t want to go back. She picked the one that was easiest to explain.
“I don’t want to say goodbye. I know I don’t go back very often, but the ranch was always there waiting for me. I suppose looking back, I should have seen that things needed to be repaired and painted. But I never thought they were in trouble financially.”
“It wasn’t your business to know.” Candace sat down at her own desk and fired up her computer.
“I should have suspected after Dad’s heart attack.”
“At least they’re doing the right thing and selling now, before the bank forecloses.”
Kelly jumped up and began to pace around the small office. She and Alissa lived with Aunt Candace and Kelly worked out of the apartment. When they’d first moved in, the hardest thing to get used to was how cramped everything was in New York. The second hardest thing was all the noise. “What if they didn’t have to sell the ranch?”
“Did you win Powerball when I wasn’t looking?” her aunt asked dryly.
“Hear me out.” Kelly took a big gulp of coffee for courage. “What if instead of going down for just a week or two for a visit, I can convince my dad to rent me some land to set up a portrait studio or photo gallery? I bet I could bring in a good amount of business.”
“I’m so glad I wasn’t drinking when you said that. I would have spurted coffee out of my nose. Your father? Allowing strangers on his land?”
Kelly waved her hand. “Yeah, I know. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do and the rents here in the city are astronomical. But in Last Stand? I’ve got some money saved up. At least a few months’ worth of rent.” Of course, she was putting herself back into a position where her parents could toss her out again if they didn’t like what she was doing. And this time, she had Alissa. But the desire for her own business warred with that little pessimistic voice in her head.
“Your father won’t take your money,” Candace dismissed.
“Not if I gave it to him. But if I told him that I wanted to start my own business? Establish myself in Last Stand.” Kelly nodded. “He’d rent to me.”
“Especially if it meant he’d see Alissa every day.”
“There’s that, too.”
Kelly hadn’t been thinking about much else since she got the message a few weeks ago. If she could start a business and help make the ranch profitable again—or at least get back on its feet, maybe she could redeem herself in her parents’ eyes. Although a part of her wondered why she needed that affirmation. “We could start out with bridal and engagement photos.”
“We?” Candace said, arching her eyebrow. “I don’t know anyone in Texas anymore.”
“Yes, but you know people who know people. I can put up a wedding pavilion and some other things like a gazebo and an archway. The pictures would be fantastic. Especially at sunset.”
“All right, I’ll play along. Let’s say you can convince your father to allow strangers to tramp all over his property for pictures. And let’s say you can get a bride or two to buy into the scenic views. How is this going to help save the ranch f
rom foreclosure? Your yearly rent would be something, but I don’t think it will be enough.”
“Janice and Emily have ideas, as well.”
Candace put her hand over her face. “Oh dear. I almost feel sorry for your poor parents.”
“We’ve already run our ideas by Mom, and she’s good with this. One last try to save the homestead before selling.”
“So, what’s the holdup? I figured you’d be racing to get there and get started.”
“Well, it seems that our idea wasn’t really unique. Mom had already asked around town if there was anyone who wanted to lease parts of the ranch, and the word went out far and wide. No one from Last Stand came forward, at least, not yet. But they have one person already on board. I don’t know much about the deal. Mom was pretty vague, but they gave hunting rights to a game hunter. She mentioned he might take a few hunting tours through to try it out. He might also rent some land. It could get a little crowded.”
Candace winced. “Emily isn’t going to be happy about that.”
“Yeah,” Kelly said. Emily was a vegetarian and a complete mystery to her family, and most of Texas.
“I truly don’t see why you can’t have game hunters and your businesses on the ranch, as long as it’s scheduled right, and you can keep out of Nate’s way for the cattle drives.”
That was her sister Janice’s job. Nate Pierson had been her father’s foreman forever and he’d always had a sweet spot for Janice. So if she could keep him happy, and Emily could keep her father happy or at least distracted, it could work.
“There’s plenty of land to go around. That’s the one thing they’ve got in abundance. I guess it’s about time to start making it more productive,” Candace said. She squinted at the calendar. “Isn’t the Last Stand Rodeo next week? Fourth of July. Alissa will love that.”
Yeah, about that.
“She’s going to be a cute rodeo princess someday, just like her mother was.”
Kelly hid a smile. It was easy to picture her sunshine girl in full regalia bouncing along on her horse. But that was still years away. Right now, Kelly had to get through the rest of June and past the Last Stand Rodeo.
“Hey, Trent Campbell is going to be the master of ceremonies. Local boy comes home. Oh, your father must be over the moon about that. He was a huge fan before Trent’s accident ended his career.”
And that was the real reason she wasn’t already on a plane.
“Hmm.” Kelly hoped that sounded noncommittal enough. She had been a big fan, too. Especially on that one night Alissa had been conceived.
“Horrible about what happened to him. That bull nearly killed him.”
Kelly nodded. It had happened just after Alissa was born. Trent had taken a bad throw, but then the bull gored him and tap-danced on his legs before they could get him free. His oh, so promising career was over. She’d reached out to him again after she heard, but his continued silence had made his point very clear.
He’d never once called to ask about his daughter.
Kelly might be able to handle seeing him again. However, wasn’t she obligated to tell Trent that Alissa was the child he’d never wanted all those years ago? Alissa looked just like him. Not only did she inherit his stunning blue eyes, but Kelly also saw hints of Trent in the shape of her nose and chin. She would have to demand that he keep it a secret. He’d had his chance and he blew it. It had been one glorious fun-filled night of sex and passion and Kelly thought about it more often than was healthy. It had given her Alissa, though, so Kelly couldn’t regret it.
Trent being in Last Stand was a complication her family didn’t need. Her father’s temper would explode if he found out that it had been his idol who’d knocked up his daughter. His health was fragile enough as it was. But more important, she was afraid Alissa would get hurt if she found out Trent hadn’t wanted her.
“I was thinking about going down in August,” Kelly said. “Alissa won’t be starting kindergarten until next year, but if I want to get her into a good school down there, it would help if she attended some more preschool classes this summer. I could book her for a July session, and that way I can get things in order here so the move to Texas would be seamless.” And it gave Trent plenty of time to get out of Last Stand and go back to wherever he called home nowadays.
“Nonsense. Go now. It’s not like you’re packing up a house. I’ll ship you your things. Take a few big bags and get on a plane and go. Be with your sisters and help your parents. Don’t let Alissa miss out on her first rodeo.” Candace gave her a disapproving look. Kelly had deliberately not gone to a rodeo since she and Trent had hooked up. Too many memories, both good and bad, got dredged up.
She just wished Trent hadn’t been such a douchebag when she found out she was pregnant. He made her feel like a gold-digging buckle bunny by not returning her calls or acknowledging his part in the consequences.
But not being at the ranch right now was gnawing away at her. She wanted to see her family again. She wanted to pitch in and help and maybe heal her damaged relationship with her parents for good. Was she going to let a one-night stand keep her from that?
Hell, no.
She probably wouldn’t even see Trent up close and personal. There was no reason to point him out in the crowd to Alissa. She could handle seeing him in the arena from a safe distance in the rodeo stands. And after a nice day watching the events, she would go back to the ranch and continue on with her plans for a portrait studio. Her fingers itched to look at the ideas she had drawn up when she should have been working on one of Candace’s wedding projects.
Kelly wondered if she’d have the temperament to run a business on her father’s land where they would go head-to-head every day over every little thing. Maybe a better idea would be to stay until the business was up and running and then hire a photographer and manager she could trust. Once there was some new money coming in, Kelly wouldn’t have to feel obligated to stay. She and Alissa could come back home. Home to New York. They’d made a new life here, free of bull riders and bullheaded men. With some business experience under her belt and some extra money for rent, there was no reason why Sullivan Portraits couldn’t have a West Coast and an East Coast location. It didn’t have to be in Manhattan.
“You’re all right handling everything here without me?” Kelly asked, already knowing the answer.
“When are you leaving?” Candace said.
“Day after tomorrow.”
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