Dr. Stud

by Jess Bentley

  “Your brother used to do the same thing. He couldn’t be bothered to wait to cut a slice, so he’d just dive right in.” I slide the cake away from him, cutting two slices from the hole he’s made. Then I put the cake back in the fridge, and pour two cold glasses of milk. He takes the milk grateful and indulges in a long, slow sip.

  “God, I forgot how good it was when it was fresh,” he says with a smile as he wipes away a milk mustache.

  “At least we don’t have to worry about sharing with the reporter. She doesn’t drink milk. Or eat cake. Or pasta, or rice, or cheese, or basically anything we like here.”

  Hawk dives into the cake. “Whatever. More gluten for me.” I snort laugh, then have to cover my mouth so I don’t wake anyone up.

  “So, how are things going with her?”

  Hawk shrugs. “I can’t really complain so far. She’s just a regular reporter, asking me obnoxious questions and following me around.”

  I feel a twinge of jealousy, and I hate myself for it, so I shove it back down and start eating the cake. “Your mom said she’s not really talking to anyone else so far.”

  “I think that’s just because her editor is friends with my boss, and they probably told her to stick with me. But I’m going to… encourage her… to you know, spend some time with you and dad. And it’s definitely not just about getting her to leave me alone for a few blissful seconds of peace.”

  I laugh again as I lean forward on the counter. “Hawk, I want to thank you…”

  Hawk waves his fork at me and shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it. Really. And you don’t have to thank me. I don’t know what came over my father. He just doesn’t think sometimes. But I guess you know that better than most. You’ve been living here for a while now.”

  I smile as I keep eating the cake. “I think you’re more like your dad sometimes than you realize.”

  Hawk winces. “I mean, fair. Harsh. But fair. Can I ask you something?”

  I nod.

  “What was it like here? When… Matt was alive?”

  My eyes go wide. “What do you mean?”

  “I guess I just want to imagine what things were like here when everyone was happy.”

  I raise an eyebrow. “Who’s says we’re not happy?”

  Hawk tilts his head as if I’ve just said something ridiculous that he can see right through. “Parrish… I’m not saying everyone is miserable and moping around. But you have to admit. Matt was the heart and soul of this place. It was his life. I don’t even think Dad loved it as much as Matt did. And the one thing I’ll always regret more than anything is that I never got to see him working here, doing what he loved.”

  I brush a stray piece of hair out of my face, and force down the urge to cry. “Everything was wonderful. He was so full of joy all the time, and he practically filled everyone else with it. He would have complained about the build, but secretly, he would have loved it. All he ever wanted was to make this place the best it could possibly be. And it wasn’t about the awards, or the money. It was about building the best ranch he could for his family. He was so excited about Gracie.” I have to stop talking, because I feel like I’m going to burst out in tears. Hawk takes a bite of cake and nods.

  “I’m sorry he never got to meet her. He would have loved her. She’s quite the little spitfire. Just like you.”

  I laugh and brush a stray tear away from my cheek. “Sometimes I think you’re right. And sometimes, I look at her, and I see so much of Matt. When he… when we lost him, I thought for sure I wasn’t going to be able to go on. It didn’t feel like any of us were going to survive. But then Gracie got here, and she breathed new life into the place. She gave us a reason to keep going.”

  “I’m glad. And for what it’s worth, I really am sorry I wasn’t here for you guys. It’s not an excuse, but I just have no idea how to deal with pain, or grief. I’ve never been very good at it. And the only thing worse than dealing with my own grief would have been trying to help all of you through yours. It’s a shitty excuse, I know. But I hope I can try to make up for it now, in some small way.”

  I don’t look up from my cake and milk. I just watch the little beads of water on the edge of the glass trickle down to the counter, thinking maybe if I focus on them, I won’t let myself break down. I want him to stop apologizing to me. I feel like every conversation we’ve had since he got here has involved him apologizing to me for… something. I want it to stop. But at the same time, I am pretty sure I’ve earned every one of them. I don’t know how much time passes before I’m able to get control of my emotions again, and I opt to change the subject.

  “Do your brothers know you’re here? I didn’t even think to ask before.” I ask before I take a long gulp of bilk.

  Hawk snickers. “I called them. Jasper is staying behind in Colorado with some friends. Mason said he’d be back next week. I have no idea where Carter is.”

  Through a mouthful of cake, I mumble, “Carter is in Costa Rica.” I swallow. “Do you not know what he does in his spare time?”

  “Obviously not,” Hawk says with a grin.

  “He started a rescue organization, Wild Hearts. He travels to South America, the Caribbean, all of the States, and he buys horses that are injured or considered too old, and in danger of being put down before their time. Then he finds them new homes, or places where they can live out their lives in safety. Your fathers thinks he’s wasting his time, but the organization is getting some really good press. One of those women’s movie channels even approached him about making a romance movie based on him. Jasper and Mason were all over him about it.”

  Hawk laughs so hard, milk almost comes out of his nose. “Are you serious? I mean, the rescue organization is amazing. But can you imagine a rom-com about Carter? Has he ever dated someone for more than a week?”

  I shrug. “Matt was outlier among the McCormick boys. You fellas … aren’t the settling down type, apparently.” I try to hide the wistfulness creeping into my voice, both for Matt, and for what could have been, had Hawk not left me that night in the stable. Hawk can see it.

  “Parrish, I …”

  “What are you kids getting into down here? Don’t you know what time it is? Ooh! Cake!”

  Anna’s voice startles both of us as she pads into the kitchen, her fuzzy pink slippers and flannel pajamas covered in roses making her look like a little girl. She yawns as she opens the fridge.

  “Why are you awake, Short Stack?” Hawk asks as he pulls out a stool for Anna. She brings the whole cake out of the fridge and starts eating directly from it, and I just roll my eyes as I pull it away from her and cut a proper slice. She sticks her tongue out at me.

  “I was watching a movie and then I wanted a snack. Sue me. I’m an adult now, Hawk, whether you realize it or not.”

  “She says as she talks to me with a milk mustache,” Hawk says with a laugh.

  I stretch and look at the grandfather clock in the breakfast nook. “I should get back upstairs. I have an early morning meeting with Russell about starting the build and I need to get Gracie to her school.”

  “I can take Gracie,” Anna says with the fork in her mouth.

  “Are you sure? She needs to be dropped off at seven-thirty...”

  While Anna and I are hashing out the details of getting Gracie to school, I see that Hawk is watching me, nervously. I finally turn to him and shake my head.

  “What? What’s wrong?”

  “Maybe I’ll come with you. To the meeting, I mean. It makes sense to have the architect there too, right?” Hawk says, a hearty dose of hesitation in voice like I’ve never heard before. I scrunch up my face in confusion but nod.

  “Yeah, you can. You don’t have to if you have other things you could be doing. I’m sure Simone will want to monopolize your time tomorrow, and sitting in on a meeting with the builder isn’t exactly exciting stuff.”

  Hawk laughs nervously, awkwardly, and so loudly I think for a second he might wake Gracie up. I gesture at him to take it do
wn a notch.

  “I’ll tell Simone to follow dad around tomorrow. I think it’s more important that I be with you.”

  The look on his face is serious, and I don’t have the energy to argue. I’m suddenly exhausted, and just want to crawl into bed. “Whatever you want, Hawk. You just take care of it. The meeting is at eight in my office, so just come over a few minutes before.”

  I kiss Anna on the top of the head and then turn the corner out of the kitchen to head for my room. As soon as I do, I run square into Simone, who’s standing flush against the wall like a statute. She’s wearing a short, bright pink silk nightgown, and sheer short robe, with no slippers, her long hair is braided and hanging over her shoulder so it intentionally looks messy, but is clearly perfectly coifed.

  I clear my throat and try to pretend I didn’t just almost punch her square in the boob.

  “Simone! Is something wrong? Did you need some water?” I ask through gritted teeth, while she hides a guilty expression. I can tell she was eavesdropping, I just don’t know for how long.

  She waves a dismissive hand at me. “No, nothing. I just couldn’t sleep, so I was up, wandering around. We haven’t really gotten an opportunity to talk, have we, Parrish?”

  I am really not in the mood for this, I think as I exaggerate a yawn. “We haven’t, but you’ve been spending a lot of your time with Hawk. And while I’d love to… talk… I have to get some sleep.”

  I start to walk away, but Simone grabs my arm, stopping me short. “I’d love to get some time with you, Parrish. To understand what it is you do here.”

  I look at her confused, with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t understand. I’m the ranch manager. I take care of everything having to do with McCormick Ranch’s business affairs. It’s not that complicated.”

  She shakes her head with a smile. “I understand that’s your title, Parrish. But weren’t you married to the McCormick’s oldest son? I mean, is that really your job? Or is it more of a formality? A courtesy title?”

  My jaw drops. “I beg your pardon? Are you implying that I don’t deserve my job?”

  “I’m just asking…”

  Anna comes skidding around the corner. “Hey! Ho! Ladies. What is going on out here? It’s getting a little loud and I don’t want to have to explain to my father why he was woken up my two women screaming at each other in his living room in the middle of the night.”

  I bite my lip. “Nothing, Anna. Nothing is going on. I’m going to bed. Goodnight.”

  Then I turn on my heel and stalk up the stairs, and to my room, where I collapse in my bed with a groan. I hate how angry Simone is making me. I hate that I’m letting her get to me at all. But most of all…

  I hate that she’s going to be here for the entire stable build.

  Chapter 16

  Hawk

  “Hawk! I need you in the barn!”

  I’m crossing from the house to the office so I can be there for Parrish’s meeting with Russell when I hear dad’s voice shouting for me from the barn where we keep all of the ranch supplies. I groan and look at my watch. It’s almost eight, and Parrish told me to get there early. If I don’t show up when I say I would, she’s just going to be disappointed in me again, and I don’t want that.

  “Dad! I don’t have time!” I holler back at him as I try to double-time toward the office. But then he sticks his head out of the barn doors and glares at me so intently, I can see the fire in his eyes even from where I’m standing.

  “Boy! You get your ass over here now. I need to move these boxes before the carpenter gets here today, and I can’t do it by myself.”

  I look nervously over at the office door, then check the road leading into the ranch to make sure that Russell’s truck isn’t lumbering down early. With a resigned groan, I rush over to dad, hoping that it’s just a box or two, and then I can get back to Parrish. But of course, as soon as I step through the doors, I see at least twenty-five boxes, and heavy one at that, which all need to be slid out of the way so the carpenter can get to the table saw.

  “Dad, I told Parrish I would be there for her meeting with…”

  He gives me the glare again. “Parrish is a grown woman, Hawk. She doesn’t need a babysitter. But I do need your help with this. So less squawking and more moving.”

  I have to remind myself not to roll my eyes as I take off my jacket and start picking up the boxes of feed and supplies and chucking them to the other side of the barn as fast as I can. But the closer I get to the back, and to the table saw, the heavier they get. We have to use a lift, and before I know it, I’m soaked in sweat, and I have no idea what time it is because I had to take off my watch when it kept getting snagged on the boxes.

  Once the area is cleared, I look at my phone, and see it’s almost ten. “Shit! Dammit! Son of a…”

  “Hawk, you watch your mouth, boy!” my father says as I pick my coat back up off the barn floor and run for the office. I throw the door open and slide inside, and the minute I see Parrish’s face, I know that I am in so much trouble.

  “Parrish! I…”

  She holds up her hand. “Don’t. It’s fine. It’s not your fault. I didn’t even ask you to be here. You offered. You weren’t obligated.”

  Based on the way she is slamming files and plans and, finally, kicks the wall over and over until she is crying, I can tell that whether or not I was obligated, I should have told my father to screw and come here anyway. I rush over and pull her into my arms, only to stop her from hurting herself.

  “Parrish, what happened? Tell me.”

  She firmly, but gently, shoves me away. “Forget it, Hawk. Seriously. It’s fine.”

  I sit on the edge of the desk. “It’s obviously not. Tell me what that creep did.”

  Parrish sighs, and sits down in her chair, then crosses her arms over her chest protectively. “That… bastard. I knew he was a creep. I could feel it. He came in here to go over the plans. We talked for a while, and everything seemed fine. Then, he stood up, and spread the plans on my desk, and he reached over and…” she stops talking and looks down at her breasts. “Forget it, Hawk. It’s not a big deal. You know how old guys like him are.”

  “No. Fuck that,” I growl as I stand up from the desk and stalk outside. I feel like all I’m doing around here lately is getting pissed off, but there is no way I’m just letting this go. I walk out the door, and see that Russell’s truck is still here, so I head in the direction of the barn. I can hear him talking to my father, and sure enough, they’re in there, chatting like old buddies. Dad even gives him a friendly punch on the shoulder.

  I can do one better, I think as I walk up to them, rear my fist back, and sock Russell in the jaw so hard, he crumples to the ground like a sack of potatoes.

  Dad looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. “What in the sweet damn hell, Hawk? What has come over you?”

  Russell makes a move to stand up, but I point at him, my hand shaking. “You stay down there, you piece of shit. Don’t make me hit you again.”

  Russell looks up at me with pure white hot hatred in his eyes, but he doesn’t move.

  “I thought you were going to talk to him?” I snarl at my father. He looks at me, confused.

  “About what?” dad answers, shaking his head.

  “The way this garbage fire of a human being treats women.”

  Dad’s eyes narrow, then he looks from me, down to Russell. “What is he talking about, Russ?”

  Russell rubs his jaw. “Hell if I know.”

  I feel rage wash over me, and I dive at him again. Dad reaches out and grabs my arms, holding me back, preventing me from straight up killing the man.

  “You tell the truth, Russell! You tell the truth right now!” I scream. I’m suddenly aware of a presence behind me. I turn around, and Parrish isn’t the only one standing there. Anna and my mom are there too, along with a handful of the builders, the carpenter who arrived early, and Simone, watching from outside the doors. But I don’t care. I’m too angry to care. And I c
an see my father getting angrier by the minute too.

  “You tell the truth, Russell. What did you do?” my father says under his breath, now also aware we have an audience.

  Russell’s eyebrows sink into a glower, one that drives away his usual sense of false joviality. “I don’t know. I may have, accidentally, brushed a hand against Parrish while we were going over the blueprints.”

  From behind us, I hear Parrish scoff, which only makes me angrier. I turn back to Russell. “If you, for one second, think I won’t beat your ass into the ground, you have another thing coming, Edwards.”

  He scoots away from me, but doesn’t try to run. He knows he has nowhere to go. “All right, all right. It wasn’t an accident. I was just paying her a compliment is all. I don’t know what everyone is getting so worked up about.”

  I see my mother rush over and put her arms around Parrish. Anna starts to make a move in our direction, and my mother grabs her hand to stop her. I know for a fact that Anna could destroy Russell just as easily as I could, so it’s for Anna’s benefit as much as Russell’s that my mother stops her.

  My dad squats down next to Russell, and tilts his hat up. His face goes blank, and his voice becomes deathly calm. I’ve heard that tone before, and it’s no joke.

  “Russell, consider yourself fired. Get your things, get your men, and get out of here. And if you know what’s good for, you will never come back here again. If you see me walking down the street, you will cross to the other side. If you see a member of my family in a restaurant in town, you will pay your check and you will leave. And if you ever disrespect another woman, if you so much as wink at a lady without her permission, you best assume that I’m going to hear about it, and it will be the last time you do anything with that eye. Are we understood?”