by Judy Duarte
That was exactly what she planned to ask Nate when she arrived—without the Southern twang, of course. “Not bad.” For a workday.
Anna pulled a twenty-dollar bill from her purse. “I’m heading to the Rocking Chair Ranch. Do you know where it is?”
“It’s about a mile from here. Just look for a long line of mailboxes along the right side of the road. After that you’ll see a yellow sign that points out the entrance. You can’t miss it.”
“Thanks.” She took her purchases to the car. After opening the granola bar and taking a couple of bites, she continued the drive.
Sure enough, just ahead she spotted a string of mailboxes, most of them rusty or dented. Fifty yards farther, she saw the sign. Black cursive letters announced that she’d reached the Rocking Chair Ranch, a red arrow pointing the way.
She flipped on her blinker and turned onto a long, graveled road. Several horses grazed in a pasture that was enclosed by white fencing, the weathered rails in need of a fresh coat of paint.
Moments later she spotted a red barn, several corrals and a sprawling ranch house. In the shade of a big wraparound porch, several elderly men sat in wooden rockers flanked by clay pots filled with red-and-pink geraniums. It was a peaceful setting, and she could see why a retired cowboy or rancher would feel comfortable living here.
She wasn’t exactly sure where to park her car, but decided upon a space next to a silver-gray pickup. Then she shut off the ignition, grabbed her purse and briefcase and made her way toward the house. As she strolled over the uneven path to the front porch, she was glad she’d chosen to wear flats today instead of heels.
Along the walkway, she passed an old tree stump that appeared to have been there for years. A patch of orange-and-yellow marigolds encircled it, making it a rather odd but nice lawn decoration. About ten feet away, in the center of the grass, sat a wooden cart filled with daisies.
As she bypassed a ramp that provided handicap access and approached wooden steps, the men in rocking chairs noted her arrival with a smile. When one tried to stand, she motioned for him to remain seated. The others seemed more interested in watching the activity in the nearest corral, where a cowboy worked with an Appaloosa gelding.
But it wasn’t just any cowboy. It was Nate Gallagher.
Anna slowed to a stop and watched the man gentle the nervous horse with a skill that seemed inborn. His movements were a sight to behold. With those broad shoulders and narrow hips, his black Stetson angled just right, he was a sight.
He filled his boots, those worn jeans and a chambray shirt as if they’d been made with him in mind.
Back at the hospital, his handsome appeal had been hard to ignore, but she’d noted a nervousness about him.
That certainly wasn’t the case now. He was clearly in his element on the Rocking C, where he moved with both strength and grace, his self-confidence apparent.
As Anna continued to watch him work, glued to the way he spoke to the horse, an array of Western movies and their male stars flashed in her mind. Yet Nate stood out from all of them.
Because he was real, Anna decided. In fact, he was so authentic, she could easily imagine him walking down an Old West street, a leather holster slung low on his hips, two Colt 45s at the ready. She’d never been attracted to cowboys before, but there was something fascinating about this one, something sexy and alluring.
He glanced her way for a moment then returned his full attention to the gelding. He obviously knew what he was doing with the horse, but how was he doing with little Jessica?
For that reason, romantically speaking, Nate Gallagher was strictly off-limits.
“Can I help you?” a male voice asked from behind.
She glanced over her shoulder to see an elderly cowboy with a thick head of white hair and a warm glimmer in his eyes. She slowly spun around, switched her briefcase to her left hand and greeted him with the customary shake. “I’m Anna Reynolds, a social worker with the Brighton Valley Medical Center. I came by to visit Mr. Gallagher and the baby.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sam Darnell, the Rocking C foreman. I’ll let Nate know that you’re here. In the meantime, why don’t you go in the house? Joy, the ranch cook, has the baby. Last I knew, they were both in the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” Yet instead of going inside, as Sam had suggested, Anna said, “I imagine having a baby around is a bit of an adjustment for everyone. How are things going?”
“As good as can be expected, I suppose. Little Jessie isn’t much bigger than a peanut, but Joy says she’s taking to the bottle just fine. She’s also going through the diapers, which I suspect is a good sign.”
Anna smiled. “Yes, that’s a very good sign.” But there’d been more behind her question than that. She’d also wanted to know how Nate was doing. Was he adjusting to fatherhood? Was he bonding with his daughter?
In spite of the air of confidence he’d tried to project when he’d taken the baby home from the hospital, she’d sensed his discomfort and uneasiness. But she didn’t blame him for that. Suddenly being responsible for a newborn could be daunting under the best of circumstances, but it was even more stressful and worrisome when the baby was premature.
She stole another peek at the handsome cowboy, her gaze lingering longer than it should.
“When you wanted to know how ‘things’ were going,” the white-haired foreman said, “I guess you were actually wondering about how Nate was doing.”
She returned her focus to Sam. Normally, she kept her worries to herself, but she didn’t think complete honesty would hurt in this situation. “From what I understand, he just learned about the baby’s existence a couple of months ago. And since... Well, with the mother’s death, he has to deal with this all alone.”
“He’s not alone,” Sam said. “He’s got everyone here to help out.”
That was good. Wasn’t it?
Still, she was pretty astute herself, and something seemed off. She just wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the fact that there were so many people here, including a bunch of old cowboys with who-knew-what kind of backgrounds.
Concern twisted into a bulky knot in her chest. No, something about this setup didn’t feel right.
She hoped Nate was prepared for and even looking forward to being a father, but in spite of what he’d implied at the hospital, she hadn’t been convinced. And she knew from experience what happened when a man didn’t step up and take on a paternal role. Her own father certainly hadn’t wanted to be a daddy. He might have tried to do the right thing and married Anna’s mother when she’d gotten pregnant, but the couple had been young, and their marriage had been in trouble from the start. They’d fought from sunup to sundown, and eventually her dad had run off, abandoning his wife and child.
But this wasn’t about Anna or the man who’d disappointed her. It was about human nature, and that’s what had her worried.
She shook off the unpleasant memory and focused on the case at hand. “I’d better go inside. I’d like to look in on the little ‘peanut.’”
Sam didn’t respond, but then why would he? She’d already started for the house before she’d completed her last sentence.
When she reached the porch, where the two oldsters sat, she offered them a casual “Hello” then opened the screen door and stepped inside. Before she could scan the living room, a long, appreciative whistle sounded from out on the porch.
“Now that’s what I call a pretty little gal,” one of the men said. “You think she’s applying for a job here?”
The other chuckled. “It’d sure be nice if she was. I like living on a ranch, but you can’t beat the pretty feminine scenery.”
Anna probably ought to consider that a compliment, but that was another thing that made her uneasy. She didn’t know anything about these men. Not that she expected them to be doddering old fools,
completely oblivious to those around them. But was this really a good place to raise a baby?
She was just about to venture into the house, assuming she’d have to find the kitchen on her own, when she spotted a gray-haired man sitting in a brown vinyl recliner. He was holding a bottle and a small bundle wrapped in pink flannel.
So she approached the elderly resident and asked, “How’s little Jessica doing today?”
He looked up and grinned, his tired eyes sparking with mirth. “She’d probably be a whole lot happier if Joy was feeding her, instead of an old coot like me. But I’m getting the hang of this.”
“I can see that.” Anna offered him a smile of her own then introduced herself and told him why she’d come.
“You probably ought to talk to Joy or to one of the women,” he said. “I’m just a temporary babysitter.”
She’d like to talk to everyone here—the residents, the cook, the nurses. She’d especially like to talk to Nate. But apparently, until he was able to come inside to meet with her, the “temporary sitter” would have to do.
“How about her daddy?” Anna asked. “How’s he adjusting to bottles and diapers?”
“Like most rodeo cowboys, I s’pose. He can handle a wild horse a hell of a lot better than he can a tiny baby.” The old man may as well have waved a big red flag in front of the social worker.
“Is that a fact?” Anna had known that Nate worked on a ranch, but she hadn’t realized he was also involved in the rodeo. But neither of those things had anything to do with him being a good father, one who was devoted to his daughter and eager to spend time with her. “I’m sure he’ll get used to having a baby around before you know it.”
The oldster chuckled. “I sure hope so. When he brought her home a couple of days back, he was as skittish as a colt in a thunderstorm. I’d be just as helpless. So it’s a good thing he’s got Joy and the nurses to help him day and night. ’Course Joy never had any kids of her own, but that don’t matter. Women are just naturally maternal.”
Anna suspected there were a lot of people in the old man’s generation who believed that, but parenting wasn’t just a woman’s job. These days a lot of men quickly settled into their daddy roles and took an active interest in their newborns.
She just hoped that Nate wasn’t skirting his emotional responsibility and letting everyone else take care of the baby. She’d really like him to step up and take part in his daughter’s care.
“You want to feed her?” the gray-haired sitter asked. “I’m doing okay now, but I gotta tell you, when Joy handed her to me and asked me to feed her while she fixed our lunch, my heart started thumping and bumping like the pistons in a beat-up jalopy.”
Anna’s smile deepened. “You look like you’re doing just fine, Mr....?”
“Mayberry,” he said. “But call me Rex.”
When the screen door squeaked open, Anna glanced over her shoulder to see who’d entered the house. The moment she spotted Nate, her heart skipped a couple of beats then sputtered back to life, thumping and bumping like those same pistons in Rex’s jalopy.
Nate removed his battered Stetson, which had left a damp impression mark on his light brown hair, and held it in front of him. “Sam said you wanted to talk to me.”
“Yes, I do. Is now a good time?”
“I guess so.”
But not really? Most new parents were pleased to know someone from the hospital had stopped to check on them, but she suspected he felt threatened by her arrival. And that sent up another red flag, one she’d have to keep in mind while she was here today and during her follow-up visits.
“Maybe I should have called first,” she said.
He shrugged a single shoulder. “I just wasn’t expecting you so soon.”
He glanced at the baby then touched a little foot that peeked out from her blanket. The flicker of a smile crossed his face—a good sign, no?
As if sensing that Anna was watching him, he straightened and caught her eye. They gazed at each other for a beat, long enough for her to realize a little dust and perspiration did very little to lessen his sexy appeal. In fact, it made him even more manly, more...
Oh, wow. It seemed to be getting awfully warm in here.
“Do you want to stay with the baby?” he asked. “Or would you rather go outside and talk to me?”
She glanced at Rex, who was studying them as if they were actors on a stage. Maybe it would be best if they didn’t have an audience.
“Let’s take a walk,” she said, liking the sound of it. She suspected Nate would feel better and be more relaxed outdoors. She certainly would.
“You got this, Rex?” Nate asked. “The baby’s not too much for you? I can ask Joy to come out here and relieve you.”
“Nope.” The elderly man glanced down at the baby and smiled. “We’re doin’ just fine.”
Nate nodded then swung out his arm in a gallant, “after you” manner.
Anna started toward the door, but when she walked past the handsome cowboy and caught a whiff of an alluring scent of leather and musk, she wasn’t so sure being alone with him had been such a good idea after all.
Chapter Two
Nate followed Anna outside and onto the porch, where Gilbert Henry and Raul Santiago sat in their rockers. The creaks they were making as they swayed back and forth in their chairs slowed to a stop, their attention undoubtedly captured by the attractive social worker.
It was no secret around here that, back in the day, both of the retired cowboys had been ladies’ men. Before the accident, Nate had been one, too. But not anymore. Even if he’d adapted to the life changes he’d been forced to make—the dashed dreams and altered career path—there was a five-pound two-ounce change that had turned him from a carefree bachelor to a man dead set on becoming a good father—or at least one that was adequate.
He just hoped that Ms. Reynolds—or rather Anna—realized how hard he was trying.
While he was determined to keep the attractive social worker in a professional light, it was a struggle. Every time he looked at her, he focused on her appearance. And now, as they stepped off the porch, he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off the gentle sway of her hips or the way that long blond hair swished and shimmered down her back.
He didn’t need to glance at Gil or Raul to know what they were thinking. He sensed their interest and imagined they were sporting grins and winking at each other. He was also prepared for the ribbing he’d get, as well as the advice they’d offer him as soon as Anna left the ranch.
If she were any other beautiful woman, he wouldn’t need any prodding or pushing. He’d never been shy. But Anna was different.
As she moved away from the shady porch and into the light of day, the platinum strands in her hair shimmered. Some women might pay good money to have highlights like that, but he’d bet a month’s pay that Anna was a natural blonde.
He followed her to the lawn and waited while she placed her purse and briefcase on top of the old tree stump.
“Where to?” he asked.
“Nowhere in particular. I thought we should talk in private.”
Nate doubted that she’d want a tour of the ranch, so he wasn’t sure which direction to go, but definitely away from Gil and Raul. As he started toward the outbuildings, Anna fell into step beside him.
“Jessica looks good,” she said.
Nate thought so, too, although he had no idea what signs might indicate she wasn’t healthy or thriving. Rather than admit his lack of experience or reveal his incompetence, he said, “I’ll sure be happy when she gains a few pounds.”
“That shouldn’t take very long. You’ll be surprised at how quickly she’ll grow.”
It seemed as though it might take forever, but Anna was probably right. The same thing happened with a colt or a calf. The more they nursed, the
bigger they got. It was just going to take a little while. Hopefully, he could spend that time here on the Rocking C, where he had plenty of help.
“She’ll be toddling around before you know it,” Anna added. “And then you’ll have other things to worry about.”
“Like what?” The minute he uttered the worry-laced question, he wanted to temper it somehow. He hadn’t meant to reveal any insecurities he might have—and not just about infants, but fatherhood.
“For one thing,” she said, “making sure the electrical sockets are protected from little fingers. And watching her closely so she doesn’t climb up on something and fall. You’ll also have to keep medications and cleaning supplies out of her reach.”
Crap. There was so much he didn’t know. “Maybe I’d better get some books on the subject.”
“That will help, but during each stage of development, the pediatricians are pretty good at pointing out the things you should be concerned about in terms of health and safety.”
“Thank God for that.” The moment those words rolled off his tongue, he wished he could reel them back in before she realized how afraid he was that he’d slip up, that Jessie might be better off in someone else’s care.
Anna’s steps slowed, and as she turned to face him, she used her hand to block the sun from her eyes, which were almost a golden-brown hue today. “When’s her first doctor’s appointment?”
“Monday at four o’clock. They told me it’s just to check her weight.”
“Would you like me to meet you there?” she asked.
Hell, he’d love to have someone go with him—anyone. But did he really want that to be a social worker?
What if the baby hadn’t gained any weight? What if Anna thought Jessie would be better off living with someone else?
Kenny might be locked up, but he had some sketchy family members, and maybe one of them would try to gain custody. From what Nate had heard, several of them had done time for various crimes such as assault, drunk and disorderly conduct or driving while under the influence.
“That’s nice of you to offer,” he said, “but it’s not necessary.”