by Rita Herron
Sweat beaded on his skin as the SUV lurched out of control. Kim jerked awake, startled.
“Brandon?”
“Hang on,” he said between gritted teeth.
The truck rammed them again, Kim cried out in shock and the SUV hit the side of a piney oak, spit gravel, then began to spin, fishtailing back and forth, skidding toward the ravine.
Chapter Four
Kim screamed as the truck skidded across the asphalt and Lucy jerked awake.
“Mommy!” Lucy cried.
“Hang on, honey,” Brandon said in a gruff voice.
Tires squealed, and the gears made a grinding noise as the truck’s headlights beamed across the ravine.
Kim clenched the dashboard to brace herself. They were going to crash!
Brandon threw out an arm to protect her as the truck spun a hundred and eighty degrees. Headlights pierced the darkness from an oncoming car and the vehicle that had slammed into them screeched past, flying down the road.
Brandon swerved closer to the ditch to avoid hitting the oncoming car, hanging on to the steering wheel to control the truck as it careened to a stop. They nosedived into the embankment, but he managed to miss going into the ravine by just a few inches.
“Mommy!” Lucy cried again.
Kim pivoted to check on her daughter. “Lucy, are you okay?”
Lucy tried to unfasten her seat belt. “What’s wrong?”
“Sorry, honey, I had to stop fast to keep from hitting that other car.” Brandon cut the engine and glanced at Kim worriedly. “Are you all right, Kim?”
She dragged in a labored breath but nodded. Brandon twisted around, clicked open Lucy’s seat belt, then helped Lucy crawl over the seat into Kim’s lap. Kim wrapped her arms around her daughter, battling tears as her gaze locked with Brandon’s.
Moonlight streaked the window, highlighting his wide strong jaw and troubled eyes.
“Brandon,” she whispered. “Who was that?”
“I don’t know,” he murmured. Then he drew her and Lucy into his arms, buried his head against them and held them. His breathing was ragged, and a fine tremor ran through him as he pressed a kiss into Lucy’s hair.
A kiss that broke her heart for him and for Lucy and all they had missed.
Guilt tugged at her, but the old hurts resurfaced. Brandon had made that choice, not her.
Still, the events of the night flashed back in a terrifying rush. The break-in. Now the accident.
Only had it been an accident? It seemed like that car had intentionally hit them.
Another shudder whipped through her, and Kim couldn’t help herself. She relaxed in Brandon’s strong embrace, welcoming his comfort.
Even if he hated her for keeping his daughter from him the past four years, he would protect her and Lucy.
But questions plagued her. Who had been driving that truck? Carter?
Had he tried to kill them to get revenge because they hadn’t helped him years ago?
BRANDON CLOSED HIS EYES, desperate to steady his pounding heart. What the hell was going on? First the break-in, now a hit-and-run?
They had to be connected.
Had Carter done this?
Surely he wouldn’t have slammed into them with Lucy in the car. Carter had a mountain of pent-up anger and bitterness, but the man he’d once known had a soft spot for kids.
Unless he’d just figured out that Lucy wasn’t his, that she was Brandon’s daughter.
Still…
The sound of another car zooming by made him whip his head up. What if the driver of that damn truck returned?
His stomach knotted as he checked the road. But a sports car raced past as if it hadn’t even seen them.
Lucy wiggled beneath his embrace, and as much as Brandon hated to let them go, he realized he was smothering them, and that they needed to get back on the road.
If that had been an intentional attack, they were sitting ducks out in the open like this.
So he slowly released them, and forced a calmness to his voice that he didn’t feel. “Everybody okay?”
Kim’s eyes still held a hint of fear, but she nodded. “Sure, we’re tough girls, aren’t we, Lucy?”
Lucy’s lower lip quivered as she looked up at her mother, then at Brandon. But she raised her little chin and nodded.
Brandon’s heart melted. “Well, then let’s go.” He tweaked Lucy’s nose. “Think you can crawl into your seat and go back to sleep?”
“I don’t know,” she said, still clinging to Kim.
“Sure you can,” Kim said with a smile. “And when you wake up, we’ll be at Brandon’s ranch.”
Brandon gently stroked Lucy’s hair. “I have a big bed your mama can tuck you into, and you can sleep as late as you want, and then we’ll have my famous cinnamon toast and look at the horses.”
Lucy studied him for a moment, her pale green eyes so like his own and his sister’s that he couldn’t drag his gaze away.
He’d protect her or die trying.
KIM WAS AFRAID Lucy might not fall back asleep, but she must have been exhausted because in minutes she was curled up with her blanket and stuffed animal again.
She wished she was as resilient. Between the break-in, hit-and-run and the tension between her and Brandon, she doubted she’d sleep another wink all night. Thankfully, Brandon hadn’t pressed for more yet, but a confrontation was inevitable.
She stole a glance at him, and noticed his rigid posture. He kept checking the mirrors, and she realized he was staying alert in case that truck returned. The thought made her sit up straighter, and she stared out the window at the passing scenery searching the darkness.
As they passed long, flat stretches of wilderness dotted with desert cacti, creosote flats, yucca and cholla, then other ranches and farmland, her mind wandered to the day she discovered her pregnancy. She had only been eighteen, but she’d been so in love with Brandon that she would never have considered doing anything but raising her baby. She’d loved their child from the moment she’d found out she had conceived.
But Brandon had broken her heart a couple of months before and was on his honeymoon.
That had hurt the worst. To know that he was celebrating his love for another woman while she faced having a child alone. A child she’d desperately wanted to raise with him.
Her thoughts stayed scattered in the past as he veered onto a long winding road that looked at if it led nowhere. Moonlight streaked the horizon, painting a golden glow over the hills and valleys, and soon she saw cattle roaming and grazing in lush pastures.
He wound down a paved drive lined with billowing oaks that created a canopy above them, and she noted several barns, stables and riding pens.
Her pulse throbbed as they reached a stone wall, carved into an arch that held a wooden sign that said The Woodstock Wagoneer.
Brandon had talked and dreamed about owning his own spread when they were growing up, and she couldn’t help but be proud that he’d accomplished it. And the name…something about it tickled her memory.
A romantic wagon ride they’d taken after prom…
No, he wouldn’t have named the ranch The Wagoneer because of that ride. Would he?
Tears pricked her eyes again, but she blinked them away. Then she spotted a sprawling white farmhouse with gigantic wraparound porches, a white picket fence and dormer windows, and her heart stopped. Flower beds filled with pansies flanked the front porch and ferns hung from the awning, swaying in the breeze. Rocking chairs created a seating area near a porch swing like the Bucking Bronc Lodge, only not as rustic. This one was painted white with blue shutters.
Like the old abandoned farmhouse where they’d played as children.
Except this house wasn’t old or abandoned. It looked exactly like the house she’d pointed to in a magazine one time when they’d been daydreaming.
She swung her gaze to Brandon’s as he cut the engine, and for a moment, their gazes locked. Memories of all the times they’d laughed and loved and dr
eamed together flooded her. She’d fantasized about having a home like this.
But Brandon had built it for another woman.
Pain wrenched through her as if someone had driven a knife into her chest. She threw the door open, stumbled outside the car and gasped for air.
How could she stay here on Brandon’s ranch knowing he had left her pregnant and alone while he built her dream home for another woman?
BRANDON GRITTED HIS TEETH as Kim climbed out. He hoped to hell she didn’t remember the picture of the house she’d shown him years ago. If she did, she’d know that he’d built this house for her.
That he’d never gotten over her. That he’d regretted breaking her heart and marrying Marty.
That he’d blindly hoped that one day he might win her love and trust again. He’d even contemplated asking her to let him be a father to Lucy when he’d thought she was Carter’s daughter.
How pathetic had he been?
All that time he’d tried to love another woman when Kim had been in his heart, and she had kept his child from him. Kim should have known that he would have moved hell or high water to come back to her if he’d known. That he would have sacrificed everything—the money, the job, the hopes of his own spread—just to have a child when he thought that was the one thing he’d never have.
He glanced in the backseat and saw his sleeping daughter, and the anger over his loss nearly overpowered him. When he looked up at Kim, her face was ashen in the moonlight.
A myriad of emotions flashed across her face; then she opened the door to get Lucy.
“I’ll get her,” he said, knowing Kim was exhausted and he had a flight of stairs to climb to carry her to one of the guest rooms.
Kim shook her head. “No, just get the luggage.”
“Stop arguing, Kim,” Brandon said between clenched teeth. “You’re dead on your feet. Just grab your purse and follow me.”
He opened the back door to the car, then unfastened Lucy’s seat belt and scooped his little girl into his arms. Love swelled in his chest as she snuggled up against him.
He swallowed hard, then led the way up the cobblestone steps to the wraparound porch. How many times had he sat in that porch swing and imagined Kim cuddled up beside him?
Fool. That’s what he was.
When he reached the front door, Kim hesitated, and he juggled Lucy to one side and unlocked the door, then stepped inside. He wasn’t much for decorating so the place seemed bare as he flicked on a light. It definitely needed a woman’s touch.
But it was home, so he strode up the winding staircase. Kim followed, her sigh indicating her fatigue.
He shoved open the first door to the right and gestured inside. “There are two guest rooms,” he said. “You can stay in the first one nearest the stairs. I’ll put Lucy in the one beside you. There’s a bathroom in between.”
Kim nodded, then walked with him to the second room, where he flipped on a lamp and headed toward the white four-poster bed. Foolish again. He’d let the store clerk talk him into it, saying female guests would like it. He’d thought of Joanie, who would have loved it, then a little girl that he’d never have, but he’d bought it anyway.
Kim rushed to the bed and turned down the lavender comforter, and he helped ease Lucy onto the bed. For a moment, he simply stood and looked at her, soaking in the fact that she was his child. Memorizing her face again as if he feared she was a mirage and might disappear in the night.
Finally he dragged himself away, then strode down the steps and returned a few minutes later. He dropped Kim’s bag off in the first room, then took Lucy’s little rollaway and bunny backpack and put them on the window seat in front of the dormer window in her room.
He hesitated, soaking up the sight of his daughter again, then watched Kim bend over and kiss Lucy on the forehead and tuck her in tight. He’d never thought he could feel so many emotions at once.
Love for Lucy. An instantaneous bond that overwhelmed him with the need to protect her and the desire to make up for all the time he’d lost.
Admiration for Kim because she obviously loved their daughter and was a wonderful mother.
Anger that he’d missed out on being with both of them.
Kim smoothed the covers down, then turned and looked up at him, her eyes instantly wary. She looked exhausted, and for a brief moment, he wanted to give her a reprieve. To hold and comfort her and forget all the pain between them. All the bitterness that surfaced at the thought of her with Carter.
Of her and Johnny keeping his daughter from him.
He gestured toward the door. “Downstairs. We need to talk.”
Kim bit her lip, then sighed and headed down the stairs. He followed her, then led her into the study and poured them both a drink.
He’d held his tongue during the drive.
But her reprieve was over.
He wanted answers, and he wouldn’t sleep until he had them. His heart hardened.
Although even then, nothing Kim said could ever make things right again between them.
Chapter Five
Kim’s hand trembled as she stared into the rich red wine. She took a sip, hoping it would calm her raging nerves. But her legs felt weak and the night’s strain was wearing her down.
“Why, Kim? Why did you keep my daughter from me?”
The cold bitterness in Brandon’s voice hit her like a punch in the stomach. But painful memories swirled around her, rousing her own anger.
She lifted her head, refusing to let him dump the blame on her. “Because you told me you didn’t want me, remember? That you were in love with another woman? Then you married her two weeks later.”
The whirlwind romance had been almost as shocking and hurtful as the breakup. She had spent a lifetime with Brandon, yet he’d fallen for Marty Canterberry in weeks.
The ice clinked in Brandon’s glass as he choked down his drink. “That didn’t give you the right to keep my child from me.” Anger made his voice harsh. “To not tell me I was going to be a father.”
Kim finished the wine, then set the glass down with a thud and folded her arms. “The day I found out I was pregnant, you were on your honeymoon with your bride. Where did you go, Brandon? The Bahamas? Bermuda? I forget.” A trace of sarcasm laced her tone. “I didn’t think either you or your wife would welcome me showing up announcing that I was carrying your child.”
There, that was the cold hard truth. Let him deal with it.
Brandon clenched the glass so tightly she thought it was going to break. “You could have told me when I returned.”
“Yeah, right. Let’s see—when you were setting up house with Marty?” Kim barked a laugh. “You gave up any right to me or to Lucy when you chose her over me.”
Brandon’s eyes flared hot. “So you kept her from me out of revenge?”
“No,” Kim said, shocked that he would think she was that vindictive. “You didn’t want me, Brandon. I didn’t fit into your future, your dreams anymore. I couldn’t help you achieve the success you wanted.” A tremor rippled through her as she unleashed on him. “I didn’t think you would want a baby either. She would have messed up your plans, too.”
She paced to the window and looked out at the stars and moon. Darkness bathed the property, outbuildings and pastures. Yet she imagined Brandon and Marty riding across the land with the wind in their faces, smiling as they approached the house, and bitterness heated her blood.
Dammit, maybe a part of her had wanted to get back at him. He’d broken her heart, destroyed her dreams and left her pregnant while he was off screwing another woman and climbing his way to the top.
Brandon’s feet pounded behind her; then he swung her around to look at him. A muscle ticked in his clenched jaw. “You knew how much I loved my sister, Kim. How scared I was of having a child with that genetic disorder.”
Kim stiffened. “Yes, I knew. And believe me, I worried that Lucy would have problems.” And she’d struggled over what she would do if she discovered her baby had inheri
ted that disorder. “Johnny took me to a specialist and paid for tests—”
“Johnny,” Brandon muttered beneath his breath. “I should have been the one there, Kim. Not Johnny.” He squeezed her arms so tightly Kim winced. Then he seemed to realize it and released her. “Johnny should have told me.”
“I made him promise not to,” Kim said, refusing to allow him to blame her brother. She inhaled a deep breath, seething. “Besides, you keep forgetting that you broke up with me.”
“Then you went straight to Carter’s bed.”
“That’s not how it happened,” Kim said in a tortured voice. “Besides, we’ve been over this before. It’s not like my sleeping with Carter for one night should have mattered to you anyway. You were already in Marty’s bed.”
“If I’d known about Lucy—”
“What?” Kim shouted. “You would have changed your mind?” She shoved her face in his. “You’re unbelievable, Brandon Woodstock. Do you remember the horrible things you said to me the last night we saw each other? You called me all kinds of hurtful names and said you hated me.” She threw up her hands. “Knowing how you felt, how could I possibly have come to you with the news that I was pregnant? You probably would have accused me of trying to trap you.”
“But you didn’t want that, did you?” Brandon said in a hoarse voice. “You didn’t fight for me at all.”
No, she’d been too crushed. And how could she have fought against Marty Canterberry, with her gorgeous body and social standing and money. She had everything Kim hadn’t had.
And she had helped Brandon achieve his dreams.
“Don’t you dare make this about me.” Kim poked him in the chest. “You walked away, Brandon. You made your feelings about me clear back then. You made your choice. I had to live with it and now so do you.”
She brushed her hands down her sides, determined to survive this confrontation with some dignity intact. “Now, I’m exhausted and Lucy will be up in the morning with a million questions. I’m going to bed.”
“Wait a minute.” Brandon pressed a hand to her shoulder as she tried to pass him, his voice low, his eyes tormented. “What did you tell Lucy about me, Kim?”