by Karen Rock
“This investigation might stir up trouble between our families again. Discord we don’t need.”
Her heart squeezed when she spied Cole’s concerned expression, his gaze on his father. Boyd had gone through a lot, and Cole was loyal to those he loved.
When push came to shove, he’d picked his family, his ranch, his old life, over a new one with her.
“The truth will set you free,” Boyd said. “We need to lift this cloud. It’s been hanging over us for too long.”
“If Katie-Lynn proves Cora’s Tear was here, and our ancestors sold it—which I doubt—then we may as well give James Cade our ranch. We couldn’t pay back its worth.”
Katie-Lynn.
He refused to use her new name, see the person she’d become. Knowing Cole, this would be an ongoing battle of wills. “What’s James Cade got to do with it?”
At her question, Cole shot his father a warning look. “Pa...”
“She may as well know all.” Boyd’s lips drooped in the corners. “We’re on the brink of foreclosure. A while back James Cade privately offered to buy the ranch at full market value and rent it back to us. It’s a more than fair offer, considering what the bank would get at auction. We’ve put off giving him our answer, but we received the bank’s final notice yesterday. Your show’s compensation buys us a few more months. Otherwise we’d be deeding this land to James.”
“Keep that between us.” Cole’s face paled beneath his farmer’s tan.
A heaviness filled her at the thought of the proud, hardworking Lovelands losing their land. It’d be devastating, especially for Cole, who’d sacrificed for it. He’d wanted it above all else. Even her. “I promise. It’s off the record.”
“I trust Katlynn,” Boyd vowed. “She was almost family.”
Almost. Her eyes stung at his staunch support. She would have loved to be a part of the tight-knit Loveland clan, so unlike her own.
“If the public discovers our financial status, people will think Pa’s marrying another rich woman for her money.” Cole’s fingers drummed on the table.
Tom stomped inside. “Who’s marrying for money? Sounds interesting.”
“Just debating causes for the feud,” Katlynn temporized, and the tip of Cole’s boot touched her foot beneath the table. Her eyes flew to his, and she melted a little at the glimmer of warmth in their blue depths.
“Throw in as much scandal as you can, and we’ve got America hooked.”
Cole’s eyes narrowed on Tom, shooting sparks.
“We’ll only report verifiable facts,” she hurried to assure Cole and Boyd.
“And speculate on those we can’t,” Tom cut in, not helping at all. “And you’re right, Katlynn. We are in the middle of nowhere. Can’t get a signal.”
“Could use the landline.”
Boyd pointed to a rotary phone mounted on the wall beside a cuckoo clock as old as the house.
Tom studied it a moment, then gingerly lifted the handset, turning it every which way. “Where are the buttons?”
Cole lifted an eyebrow as the left edge of his lips tipped up in an amused smile, his silent “can you believe this” look.
She flared her nose and scrunched her eyes, her old expression for “Shut it.” Then she flattened her lips to keep from smiling back at him.
She was here to work. Not flirt. Especially with an ex capable of shaking her hard-won confidence.
Tires crunched on the rocky drive outside. Tom peered through the window then whirled. “Good. The director’s found us. Mr. Loveland, would you show us the lay of the land? We need to scout the property for potential shots.”
“You got it.” Boyd grabbed his coat and shoved his arms through its sleeves. “It’d be a relief to resolve the feud before the wedding.” Boyd settled a wide-brimmed brown rancher’s hat over his head. “I’m hoping to make us all one happy family.”
“I should have said congratulations right away, Mr. Loveland.” She hugged Boyd and breathed in the comforting smell of his Old Spice cologne.
“Katlynn, you know to call me Boyd. Could have been Pa if you two had worked out.”
Tom’s openmouthed expression was quickly replaced by a speculative stare. “You were engaged to him?” He pointed at Cole, who rose to his full, towering height. “I mean. That’s a surprise. No judgment.” He backed through the door away from the advancing giant. “I’ll meet you outside, Mr. Loveland.” And with that, he scurried away.
“Twitchy guy, ain’t he?” Boyd observed, pulling on his gloves.
“Twitchy?” Katlynn almost laughed to hear the Hollywood power player reduced to those terms. Must be the Rocky Mountains effect. It put everything into perspective.
“Pa’s got it right.” Cole’s boots clomped on the wide-planked floor as he neared. “Want me to ride out with you?”
“No. Check on the heifer and calf after Katlynn’s finished her coffee.”
“I’m done with it.” Panic rose at being alone with Cole. “I’ll ride with you.”
Boyd’s gaze dropped to her designer heels. “You’re not dressed for the climbing we’ll be doing, let alone riding. Besides, you said you wanted to start interviewing family. Sierra will be in some time this morning. Daryl, too.”
“Thanks, Mr.... I mean, thanks, Boyd.” She turned to Cole with a sinking heart.
Great.
Just great.
Who didn’t want to rehash ancient history with the man who’d shattered her once fragile heart?
* * *
COLE MANEUVERED THE ATV around another rut a few minutes later, careful not to bounce the vehicle or spew dirt up at Katie-Lynn—Katlynn—since her dress probably cost more than he made in a month. Maybe two. Or three...
What did he know about dresses?
But this one looked expensive, like every inch of the new version of her he hardly recognized. Although, he had to admit she looked fine in the fitted black dress, her legs as long and sleek as he remembered.
“I’m sorry to hear your ranch is struggling,” she shouted over the roaring engine, her smooth platinum hair now wild, whipping around her flushed face in a golden-white stream.
“It’s not as bad as Pa made out,” his pride prompted him to holler back. Katie-Lynn was beautiful, successful and famous and who was he? A soon-to-be homeless cowboy with no prospects. Not exactly a catch by anyone’s standards, let alone a star like Katie-Lynn.
Not that he was looking to get caught...
But her knowing how low his family had fallen, financially, stung him hard.
He had to turn the ranch around without selling family secrets to the highest bidder and risking his father’s happiness. And he sure wasn’t selling to the Cades.
Katie-Lynn turned and mouthed something to him; he caught the word, “Foreclosure.”
He shook his head, keeping his eyes dead ahead in case they betrayed him, a trick he’d learned from a childhood spent keeping secrets. Katie-Lynn, on the other hand, had always lived her life out where anyone could see it, the good, the bad and the ugly, open and unafraid.
He’d admired that about her once.
Loved her for it.
Only now that trait might come back to bite him. If she revealed too much about their financial situation, shared it with the world, the Lovelands would never hold their heads up again in Carbondale, and his father’s chance at happiness might vanish if Joy changed her mind. He had to convince Katie-Lynn to back off the story.
He peered at her, briefly, from the corner of his eye, taking in the delicate slope of her nose, the soft curve of her cheek, the rounded point of her chin, and his heart eased. Beneath the war paint, she was still the girl who’d held his hand at his mother’s funeral, who’d kissed away his tears and listened as he’d rambled, raged and ranted during the most difficult time of his life. They used to climb up an ancient g
narled oak they’d dubbed their Say Anything tree and shout their problems to the wind, speaking everything they couldn’t say to anyone else.
Would she listen and agree to kill the story? Put him and his family ahead of her ambitions and career? She hadn’t before, but it was worth a shot.
A couple minutes later he parked the ATV by the calving shed, hurried around to Katie-Lynn’s side and helped her out. For a moment he stared deep into her blue eyes, and his heart stopped, the birds silenced, the wind stilled, and the entire world narrowed down to just her and the feel of her soft skin against his. He breathed in her expensive perfume and recalled her clean, cottony scent that used to remind him of laundry hung on a line to dry. Fresh and full of life.
“I miss the way you used to smell.”
He realized he said it out loud when her long lashes—artificial and alien-looking—blinked up at him. “You remember how I smelled?”
He forced himself to release her hand and nodded to the field behind the shed, heat stinging his cheeks. “The new calf’s over there,” he said gruffly.
She tilted her head and considered him for a long moment before nodding. “Let’s see it.”
His hand settled on the small of her back as he guided her across the uneven terrain. When they stopped at the fence, she climbed up one slat, heels and all, to lean over the top rail.
“Oh! He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” she breathed then turned her sparkling smile on him, full wattage. His mind seized like an overheating engine. Total meltdown. Speaking was clearly not an option. Luckily for him, Katie-Lynn had always been able to talk enough for them both.
“I love Brahmans,” she babbled on, and he closed his eyes and let his ears drink in the rushing, soothing sound. “They’ve always been my favorite. Their gray coats. The hump in their backs. So unique. Plus, they have the best temperaments. Look how sweet his mother is being to him. He’s nursing like a champ. When did you say he was born? Cole? You in there?”
His lids flew open. “A couple of hours ago.”
“Were you up all night watching her?”
He nodded.
Her nails, perfect red ovals to match her lipstick, lightly scraped his hand when she patted it. “You must be exhausted. I remember pulling those all-nighters with you. Remember the time when the calf was breach, and we turned it with the rope?”
“Surprised you remember.”
“There isn’t much I’ve forgotten about us.” She ducked her head and fiddled with the short zipper on the side of her dress.
He glanced at her bare ring finger, picturing the small, heart-shaped diamond he’d once placed there...the one still resting in his bedside drawer. “You’re not married?”
“No. Too busy for romance. You?”
He exhaled the air stuck in his lungs. What was it to him if she dated anyone? Yet it mattered, more than it should. “Same.”
They watched the nursing calf in silence. The loamy smells of fresh earth and dew-tipped grass was in the air, and a crisp wind blew down from the mountains. “You got rid of the pool.”
“The year after you left.” He hid his wince, recalling their first date at his sixteenth birthday party and his mother’s drowning. Katie had been by his side when he’d found his mother.
Back then Katie-Lynn had chattered when he couldn’t speak, held him when he couldn’t stand and touched him when he couldn’t feel. She’d acted as his buffer, allowing him to deal with the world from a distance, filtered through her sunshine.
“A lot has changed since then.” The Brahman heifer bellowed when she spied them on the fence, protective of her newborn.
“Your freckles,” he observed, watching the calf suckle.
“Freckles?”
He cocked his head and studied Katie-Lynn’s smooth, flawless skin. It resembled porcelain—fragile and untouchable—so unlike the country girl-next-door he’d known. Loved. “What happened to them?”
“My plastic surgeon lasered them off.” She said it like someone might say, “My dentist cleaned my teeth.” As though having a plastic surgeon was no big deal, and maybe it wasn’t in Hollywood.
“Why do you have a plastic surgeon?”
“To make me beautiful.”
He shook his head, marveling. “You already were pretty.”
He preferred pretty to beautiful the way he liked a daisy better than an orchid. One was fresh, open and bright. The other was perfect, waxy and exotic, which was why people prized them, he guessed. He’d always been more partial to natural wonders.
“Not pretty enough. Not by Hollywood standards.” She ran her hands through her tousled strands, smoothing them flat to her skull like a ribbon of golden silk.
“Why’d you dye your hair?”
“Platinum looks better on screen. You don’t like it?” Her teeth appeared on her bottom lip, white against scarlet, and he had the crazy urge to kiss her lipstick off to reveal her natural rose mouth underneath.
“It’s different. I liked it darker. Honey-brown.”
She tilted her face to the sun and closed her eyes. “I’m different.”
“I noticed.” She’d changed, and he hadn’t, living a hermit’s life except for volunteering at Fresh Start, a local rehab and mental health facility, and working the ranch with two of his siblings, Heath and Daryl. The chasm that’d opened between him and Katie-Lynn when they’d argued over their wedding yawned again at his feet, still too wide to be spanned.
“Wow! I forgot what cold felt like!” Katie-Lynn’s dress collar lifted in the wind and she hugged herself, shivering. His arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively, settling her against him, warm and snug. The remembered feel of her, the seamless fit, the sense of completeness, returned to him, sharp and sweet. Then she ducked away and slid a small distance down the fence. “I’m sorry your dad sprang me on you.”
“If I’d known, I never would’ve let you come.”
She fussed with the black-and-white concentric rings encircling her neck on a silver chain. “Why’s that?”
He hesitated a second. “Because I would have asked you... Heck...I am asking you to stop this production before it starts.”
Her perfectly shaped eyebrows came together as she frowned. “I can’t.”
“Yes, you can. You’re the star.”
“I don’t have that kind of power.”
His breath hissed between clenched teeth, and he forced himself to simmer down. “Who came up with this idea?”
She stiffened. “I did.”
Her words knocked thought clean out of his head, so he stared at her, mute.
“I’m sorry, Cole. I am.” She sighed and stuffed her hands in her pockets. “I would never have come back unless...”
“Unless what?” he managed, reeling. She’d dealt his family this blow on purpose. She’d caused it, just like the wound she’d inflicted when she walked away from him and the life he’d offered.
“Nothing.” She stared straight ahead again. Overhead, barn swallows swooped and dived against a cloudless sky.
“Katie-Lynn—”
She held up a hand, interrupting him. “It’s Katlynn now.”
“Not for me. Because Katie-Lynn knows, better than anyone, why my family doesn’t need media digging up old secrets. Tell them you did some investigating and the story’s fake.”
“You’re in foreclosure. You need this money.”
He looked down at her; she was staring at the mother and calf. “I need my pa to have a peaceful, happy wedding. Quiet and uneventful.”
“Sounds like the one you wanted for us.”
He pointed to Mount Sopris, where one lonely hawk circled. “On a mountaintop, just our families and the preacher. What was wrong with that?”
Their disagreements while planning the wedding had revealed fundamental differences. Katie-Lynn wanted a large affa
ir too showy for him. Worse, he would have gone into debt funding it given his family’s limited means.
“You knew how much I wanted a big wedding. Lots of people.”
“Lots of strangers,” he interjected. “People just coming for cake and booze. Why want them there?”
“Because I wanted them to know I was there. No one ever noticed me, and I wanted my wedding to be different. Just one day where I felt special, but you didn’t understand that, or me.”
“You wanted everyone’s attention. I wasn’t enough.” Because of their wedding arguments, he’d sensed, deep down, she’d never be content with the quiet, humble life he was prepared to offer.
“It’s the other way around,” she insisted. “You didn’t love me enough to move to LA when I got the job offer.”
“You knew me better than anyone else. Tell me...would I have liked it in LA?”
Just weeks before their nuptials, she’d received a major network job offer she couldn’t resist. When he told her he didn’t feel comfortable leaving the ranch, which had hit a rough patch, they’d called off the wedding. She couldn’t understand why he felt more responsible for taking care of the ranch than being with her, and he couldn’t understand why she cared more about a job than him... Clearly their priorities hadn’t been in sync.
Now as much as then it seemed...
They studied each other for a long moment then she shook her head, her face an open wound. He was pretty sure he didn’t look much better. “You’d hate it there.”
“And you hated living here. Deep down I knew this wasn’t the life you wanted. You love the spotlight and I’m...”
“Closed off,” she finished for him. “We were too young to make such a big decision.”
A gust of wind fluttered a strand of hair across her face, and he gently tucked it behind her ear. “We’re lucky we avoided making a big mistake.”