His father had always loved the Boston area and thought it would make good business sense to branch out his pubs by starting a second in a larger city. Now his father had a chain of restaurants, and Max still wanted no part of the family business.
The wide, curvaceous staircase dominated the expansive entryway, allowing visitors to see all the way up to the second-floor balcony that ran the width of the entryway. A vast chandelier suspended down from the ceiling of the second floor, the lights casting a kaleidoscope of colors onto the pale marble flooring.
Raine was just unzipping the blanket mechanism covering the carrier when his mother came into the foyer. Max didn’t know what to expect when they finally came face-to-face after her major, life-altering surgery, but relief quickly settled in when Elise Ford rushed forward and launched her petite little frame into his arms.
“Max,” she said, looking up at him with beautiful blue eyes. “I’m so glad you’re here. I hate to pull you away from your work, though.”
He was careful how he returned her embrace, knowing the left side of her body was tender from surgery.
“I would drop anything for you, Mom. Besides, I don’t start another movie for a couple of months, so I’m all yours.” He smiled down at her, soaking in the fact that his mother had been diagnosed with breast cancer, but, had not only fought it, she’d beaten the odds and won. “I can’t believe how great you look.”
She laughed, swatting his chest. “What were you expecting? I’m sore, and I definitely have my moments where I’m feeling run-down and tired, but today is a good day. Not only is my son home, he brought a beautiful girl and a baby with him.”
Max turned to see Raine directly behind him, cradling a swaddled, sleeping baby. While his eyes were drawn to Raine, his curiosity made him look down at the child, wondering what life his ex was leading now. Apparently she’d gotten all she’d wanted out of life: husband, baby, probably that farm of her grandmother’s she’d always loved.
“Oh...” Elise moved past Max and sighed. “Look how precious she is. Nothing sweeter than a sleeping baby.”
How were babies always instant magnets for women? What exactly was the draw? Baby powder? Slobber? What?
As Max watched the maternal love that settled into Raine’s eyes, the softness of her features, the tender smile, he couldn’t help but be jealous of this baby.
Perhaps that thread of jealousy stemmed from his lack of being that loved at such a young age...but he didn’t think so. Max knew his jealousy had sparked because he once had that same unconditional love from Raine...until she’d broken his heart. So why was he upset? Had he seriously not learned his lesson the first time he got entangled with this woman?
“May I hold her?” his mother asked.
“Are you sure you’re up to it?” Raine replied. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
Elegant as always, his mother waved a hand through the air and smiled. “I’m perfectly fine to hold a little baby. My surgery was two weeks ago. Take your coat off and stay a while, anyway. It’s too cold to be out on a day like this.”
Raine handed over the baby and made work of removing her coat. Max should’ve done the same, but he was too busy watching Raine shed her scarf and gloves. When she pulled the crocheted purple hat off her head, she ran a hand over her auburn curls, as if she could tame them. He missed seeing that hair. He remembered running his fingers through it and feeling its silky softness. Truth was, he didn’t know he’d longed for such minute things about her at all until just now.
“I need to call my friend to come get me,” Raine told his mother. “My car is in a ditch about a mile away.”
Elise gasped. “Oh, honey. Are you all right?”
Raine nodded. “I’m fine. Abby’s fine. Just scared me, but I was getting ready to call someone when Max pulled up.”
His mother turned to him. “Good timing.”
Wasn’t it just? Fate hated him. He was positive of that. Otherwise he wouldn’t be here in his childhood home, with his high school sweetheart and his mother, who had not exactly fought to keep them apart but had expressed her opinion that their teenage relationship wasn’t the best move.
Max didn’t know what had happened between these two women over the years, but apparently his mother and Raine had made some sort of truce. Hell, he really had no clue what was going on. Even in the times he’d visited his parents in Boston, his mother hadn’t mentioned Raine after his first few visits.
Max pulled off his coat, hung it by the door then crossed to Raine. The last thing he wanted to do was get close enough to smell her sweet floral scent or, God forbid, touch her. But, being the gentleman his mother had raised him to be, Max reached for her bag and helped her out of her ratty coat.
“Oh, thanks,” she said, not quite meeting his eyes. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll make that call.”
Raine slipped to the other room, pulling her cell from her pocket. Max turned to his mother who was making some silly faces and equally goofy noises for the baby.
“What on earth is going on?” he asked in a strained whisper.
Elise glanced over and smiled. “I’m holding a baby and visiting with my son.”
“You know what I mean, Mom. Why is Raine so welcomed here now, and why are you holding her baby like she’s your very own grandchild or something?”
Okay, poor, poor choice of words there, but he was damn confused.
“Raine called me and asked if she could drop something off,” his mother explained. “Of course, I knew she had had a baby, and I’ve visited with Raine several times over the years when your father and I would come back to Lenox. Trust me when I say, Raine isn’t the girl she used to be.”
But he liked the girl she used to be. Liked her so much he’d intended on marrying her, making a life with her.
“So you and she are what? Chummy now?”
Raine stepped back into the room and reached for the baby. “Thanks for holding her.”
“Oh, it’s not hardship holding something so precious,” his mother said. “Did you get in touch with your friend, dear?”
“He wasn’t home.”
Max rested his hands on his hips. Fate absolutely hated him. He’d been home ten minutes, and already he felt as if he was being pushed back into his past, forced to face feelings he simply wasn’t ready for.
And before he could think better of it, he opened his mouth. “I can run you home if you want to call a tow truck to pull your car out.”
Raine’s eyes locked onto his. “Oh, that’s okay. I’ll call someone else. First I want to give Elise a gift.”
“A gift?” his mother asked, clasping her hands together. “Oh, if it’s some of that honey lavender lotion, I’m going to just kiss you.”
What the hell was happening here? At one time his mother and Raine were at opposite ends of the spectrum, and he was being pulled in both directions. Now he had just entered a whole new world where the two women were clearly the best of friends.
“I knew that scent was your favorite,” Raine said, holding up the floral gift bag in one hand and securing the baby against her shoulder with the other. “And I thought you deserved to be pampered.”
His mother took the bag, shifted the bright pink tissue paper and peeked inside. “Oh, the big bottles. Thank you so much, Raine. Let me just go get my purse.”
“Oh, no,” Raine said, shaking her head. “These are on me. I had planned on bringing you some food as well, but Abby was up all night fussing, and I didn’t get to make anything today, because we napped.”
Max couldn’t take all this in. The baby, the odd bond his mother and his ex seemed to have, and the fact they were totally comfortable ignoring him. He’d been in Hollywood for years, the industry and media swarming him everywhere he went. Yet, here in his childhood home, he was suddenly an outsider.
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“Oh, darling,” Elise said with a smile. “Don’t push yourself. I know you’re busy. And now that Max is here, he’s more than capable in the kitchen. Besides, I believe my home-care nurse prepared some meals for me before she left.”
Max was thankful his mother had hired a nurse and that she’d been able to stay until he could arrive. Apparently his father was once again a no-show in the family when he was needed most.
“Raine,” he chimed in. “I’ll take you home when you’re ready.”
Her eyes drifted back to him, and she sighed. “Fine. I need to get Abby home anyway and feed her. I hadn’t planned on staying gone long, and I walked out the door with the diaper bag but left the bottle on the counter. And the roads are getting worse.”
“Darling,” his mother said, placing her hand on Raine’s arm. “Please don’t feel like you have to do anything for me. Max and I will get along just fine. Visit all you like and bring this precious baby but don’t bother with anything else.”
Raine’s smile was soft, almost innocent as her green eyes twinkled. “Elise, you’re one of my best customers. I’m happy to help.”
“You take care of this baby and your other customers first,” his mother chided. “I’m seriously feeling good. My radiation treatments start in two weeks, and Max can do whatever I need.”
The old Raine would’ve done anything for anyone. She’d always put others first. Max was glad to see she was just as selfless, just as caring. And it warmed him even more to know that, after everything Max’s parents had done to keep him and Raine apart, she could put all that aside and forge a special relationship with his mother.
Raine hugged Elise and strapped the baby back in the carrier. Once they were all bundled up again, he carefully escorted her to the car. He kept a hand hovering near her arm, careful not to touch, but it was there in case she slipped.
The baby started to fuss a little as Raine locked the seat into place, but she unzipped the cover and replaced the pacifier. Instant silence. How did she know exactly what to do? The whole concept of consoling a baby was totally lost on him. Thankfully his social scene the past decade hadn’t revolved around children. Some people were natural nurturers, like his mother and Raine. Others, like his father, were not. And even though they weren’t biologically related, Max had somehow inherited the not-so-caring trait.
As he pulled out of the drive, he glanced over at Raine. All that gorgeous red hair tumbled from her hat and down her back.
“Where do you live?” he asked, assuming she’d moved out of her parents’ home.
“My grandmother’s farm.”
Max smiled. Raine’s grandmother was a woman like no other, and it didn’t surprise him that Raine had moved into the historic farmhouse. More than likely she had it overrun with goats, chickens, horses and a giant garden. That had always been her dream.
They used to laugh about it, because Raine had always tried to figure out how she could get all of that in L.A. But she’d assured him that she was willing to try, because she loved him more than this old farmhouse.
Perhaps that was what held her back, kept her distanced from him when he left, and compelled her to ignore his phone calls and letters.
Max passed the spot where her car was still stuck in the ditch. “You going to call a tow truck before it gets dark?”
“I’ll call when I get home,” she told him.
“Do you want to talk about this?”
She glanced his way. “This meaning what? Because if you’re referring to the past, then no. If you’re referring to the freezing temps, sure.”
A muscle worked in his cheek. “Always running from uncomfortable topics,” he muttered.
“Running?” she asked, her voice rising. “I’ve never run from anything in my life. I’d choose better words next time. Or is it too hard when someone hasn’t written them for you?”
Max sighed, turning onto her street. The car slid a bit on the icy patch, but he eased the wheel in the opposite direction and righted the vehicle.
Raine was in a mood. Welcome to the club because, now that the initial shock of seeing her again had passed, he could feel all those old memories stirring up inside of him.
“I don’t want this to be uncomfortable for either of us,” Max said. “It’s apparent that you and my mother are...closer than you used to be. But I’ll be here for a few months, and so you and I are going to see each other.”
Raine turned and faced the front again, her hands twisting in her lap. “The past is dead to me, Max. I have different priorities now, and I don’t have the time—or the inclination—to dredge up old memories of that teenage lust we shared.”
Ouch. Lust? He’d been head over heels for her, but, with her declaration, there was no way in hell he’d admit that now. She had made her feelings about that time very clear, and he wouldn’t beat that dead horse.
Max turned onto her drive and barely suppressed a gasp. The old white sprawling two-story home had definitely seen better days. The stained roof needed to be replaced, paint had chipped off several of the window trims, the porch that stretched the length of the home was a bit saggy on one end, and, from the looks of things, no one had shoveled the snow off the walk.
“Just pull around to the back,” she said.
Keeping his mouth shut about the obvious needs of her home, Max eased the car around to the side where a very small path had been cleared from the garage to the back door. The red handle from the shovel stuck up out of the snow, where she’d obviously left it for future use.
“Thanks for the ride.”
As Raine jumped out, Max did, too. He opened the back door as she came around, and in seconds she’d unfastened the carrier. Max reached for it before she could grab the baby.
“Let me have her, and you can remove that base,” Max told her.
Because it was cold and she knew way more about that contraption than he did, Max started toward the cleared path, watching his steps carefully because he wouldn’t dare drop this baby.
Raine came up behind him with her keys and the base. He let her pass to unlock the door, but she blocked the entryway. After easing in, and setting down the base and her purse, she turned back to take the carrier.
“Thanks for the lift home.”
Her eyes darted away from his, to the baby, to the snow swirling around them, anywhere but on him.
“Do I make you nervous?” he asked gruffly.
Now she did meet his gaze. “No. You make me remember, and that’s worse.”
He stepped closer, near enough to see those gold flecks in her bright eyes. “Is remembering so bad?”
“For me it is, maybe not for you.” She shifted, holding the carrier between them as if to use the baby as a shield. “I’m not the same person I used to be.”
“You’re still just as beautiful.”
Raine rolled her eyes. “Surely you don’t think during the brief time you’re home that you can just pick up where you left off?”
“Not at all.” But damn if some of those old feelings weren’t right there at the surface. “We’re both different people, Raine, but you’re still stunning. Is it wrong of me to say so?”
“It’s wrong of you to be watching my mouth when I talk,” she said.
Max grinned. “Just doing a little remembering of my own.”
Raine gasped, and Max couldn’t suppress his laughter.
“I’ll let you get inside,” he said. “It’s too cold to be out here with that baby.”
Just as she started to turn, he called her name.
“What?” she asked on a sigh.
“See you tomorrow.”
He walked back to his car without waiting on her to sputter a response or narrow her eyes at him. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind she wanted to be left alone, but he just couldn’t.
Raine had an underlying vulnerability, and like a fool, he couldn’t ignore the fact they shared a past and he wanted to know what happened after he left.
Even after all these years apart, all the blockbuster films, all the starlets on his arm and all the lavish parties, Max never felt so at ease, so...comfortable as he did with Raine. He honestly had no clue their past could come back at warp speed and take control over his emotions.
These next few months may be spent caring for his mother, but he sure as hell was going to have an interesting time with the beautifully sexy Raine Monroe.
Copyright © 2014 by Jules Bennett
ISBN-13: 9781460325605
WHAT A RANCHER WANTS
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