by Arlene James
First comes rescue...
Then comes love at the Three Brothers Ranch
Coming to the aid of a woman in her broken-down car, Jake Smith finds the answer to his childcare problems. Kathryn Stepp needs a job, and the widower needs a nanny for his son. As they help each other, Jake is caught between attraction and his refusal to marry again. But sometimes a woman doesn’t just fall for a hero—she rescues him right back.
“You made all this?”
Kathryn ducked her head shyly. “I even hooked the rug.”
Impressed, Jake lifted his eyebrows. This was a woman of immense talent. “I suppose you painted the cabinets in the kitchen, too.”
“Who else? There’s no one here but me.”
“I thought you lived with your mom.”
Kathryn dipped her chin, dropping her gaze. “I—I did. She passed ten months ago, and before that she was far too immobile to stencil cabinets.”
Jake let that sink in. After a moment, he muttered, “We ought to get on our way.”
He mused that, if things went well with the shop, maybe he and Frankie could find their own place and hire Kathryn Stepp to decorate it.
Suddenly an idea sprang into his mind. What if he could convince his brother to hire Kathryn? Jake would benefit from this, too.
At least that was what he told himself.
It was a far more comfortable thought than the idea that he might like having Kathryn Stepp around the ranch.
Arlene James has been publishing steadily for nearly four decades and is a charter member of RWA. She is married to an acclaimed artist, and together they have traveled extensively. After growing up in Oklahoma, Arlene lived thirty-four years in Texas and now abides in beautiful northwest Arkansas, near two of the world’s three loveliest, smartest, most talented granddaughters. She is heavily involved in her family, church and community.
Books by Arlene James
Love Inspired
Three Brothers Ranch
The Rancher’s Answered Prayer
Rancher to the Rescue
The Prodigal Ranch
The Rancher’s Homecoming
Her Single Dad Hero
Her Cowboy Boss
Chatam House
Anna Meets Her Match
A Match Made in Texas
Baby Makes a Match
An Unlikely Match
Second Chance Match
Building a Perfect Match
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RANCHER
TO THE RESCUE
Arlene James
As for God, his way is perfect; the word of the Lord is tried: he is a buckler to all them that trust in him.
—2 Samuel 22:31
For Pattie Steele-Perkins.
You’ve always had my back,
and I can’t thank you enough.
God bless you, my friend.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Dear Reader
Excerpt from Her Last Chance Cowboy by Tina Radcliffe
Chapter One
Glancing at his three-year-old in the rearview mirror of the double cab pickup truck, Jake cranked up the air-conditioning.
“Sorry, son. It’s just too hot to ride with the windows down.”
Frankie made a face, but said nothing as Jake hit the buttons that rolled up the windows. The boy loved the wind in his face, even the scorching wind of an August morning, which was one reason he’d taken off at a heady gallop on his pony across the field after his six-year-old cousin yesterday. Tyler was a more experienced rider than Frankie, and Jake’s heart had leaped into his throat as he’d watched his son’s dark head bouncing along behind his nephew’s horse. Thankfully, Jake had caught up to him before the boy had lost his seat.
Determined that both the boy and the pony would receive further instruction before being allowed out of the corral again, Jake had brought Frankie along with him while he ran errands. He didn’t have any other option. His brothers, Wyatt and Ryder, and Wyatt’s son, Tyler, were out on horseback checking the least-accessible water holes on the ranch, and Wyatt’s wife, Tina, had a doctor’s appointment.
Given the size and population of his native Houston, Jake had always thought that in Texas, it was a long drive to get anywhere, but Oklahoma was proving its equal. Its many small towns and few big cities were separated by long stretches of empty road. Consequently, Oklahoma felt rather lonely to Jake, even more so since Wyatt had married Tyler’s mother in June.
Tina and Tyler were good for his brother, and Jake wished them only happiness, but now that Wyatt had his own family, Jake had started to feel out of place at Loco Man Ranch. He and his two brothers had spent many joyous summers running wild over the two thousand acres of the ranch on the outskirts of tiny War Bonnet before inheriting the place from their uncle Dodd a few months ago. More and more, though, Jake felt like an interloper in his sister-in-law’s house and an unnecessary dependent on the ranching enterprise. As a mechanic, trained by the army, Jake felt the ranch simply did not need or maintain enough vehicles to keep him busy or justify his take of the profits, which were irregular.
On the other hand, the nearest mechanic to War Bonnet was at least thirty miles away. Jake figured he could pull in enough business from the surrounding countryside to turn a profit. So, right after the wedding, with the blessings of his brothers and sister-in-law, Jake had the foundation poured for a shop that he was building at the very edge of the road fronting the ranch property, only a few hundred yards from the house. While doing much of the building himself and keeping a close eye on his budget, he was quickly acquiring building materials and inventory. If the shop was up and running within the next month or so, he should have enough of his dwindling savings left to see him through until the business fulfilled expectations.
With his mind full of lists and plans, he didn’t notice the old car beside the road until he was right on it. A woman was bent over the front fender of the little coupe, her head hidden by the raised hood, one tennis shoe kicked up into the air and her long full skirt rising to the backs of her knees. Jake knew instantly that he had to stop. Already hotter than ninety degrees with a high in triple digits predicted, it was too hot to be stranded on the side of the road, and out here the next vehicle might be long in coming.
He brought the big pickup truck to a grinding halt beside the two-lane pavement, well ahead of the stranded car. Shifting the transmission into Park with one hand, he rolled down all the windows with the other before killing the engine. “Don’t you get out of your seat,” he instructed Frankie. “I’ll be right back. I’m just going to help this lady.”
Frankie leaned forward and craned his neck, looking behind them. “What lady?”
“Don’t know,” Jake replied, reaching for the pale straw cowboy hat on the passenger seat. “Looks like her car broke down.”
He got out, settled his hat
on his head and pushed his sunshades farther up on his nose, wishing he’d taken the time to shave that morning. The coal-dark dusting of beard on his cheeks, jaws and upper lip always made him look rough and undisciplined, or so his late wife, Jolene, had said. He didn’t want to scare this poor woman any more than she likely already was.
Jolene, like him, had been military. If she hadn’t died in a training accident, they’d still be soldiers together, army from the tops of their heads to the soles of their feet. That was a tough life for a single father, however.
He approached the hissing car with a smile for a greeting, only to find that his damsel in distress had retreated into her vehicle. Lifting his eyebrows, he casually strolled up to the driver’s window and tapped on the glass.
“Howdy.” He gestured to the raised hood of her car. “Got a little trouble, I see. How about I take a look?”
For a long moment, she just stared at him with wide, forest green eyes. Then she folded in her lips and bit them. Finally, she rolled down the window a half inch or so.
“I don’t know you.”
He put out his hand. “Jacoby Smith, from Loco Man Ranch. Most folks call me Jake.”
She didn’t lower the window. Instead, she stared at him, biting her lips in what was obviously a nervous habit. He gestured toward the hood of her car again.
“I’m going to take a look.” Without giving her a chance to object, he stepped to the front of the car and began to take stock. “Can you start it?”
After a moment, she turned the key. It didn’t take long for him to diagnose the problem. He went to the window again, finding that she’d lowered it all the way, finally.
Fanning herself with her hand, she spoke before he had a chance to do so. “I suppose you’re Dodd’s kin.”
“That’s right. He was our uncle.”
She stopped fanning and squinted up at him. “I was sorry to hear he’d passed.”
“Thanks. My brothers and I were fond of the old boy.”
“You’d be one of those three nephews who used to spend summers with him, then.”
“Right again. And you are?”
“Fine,” she said quickly. “I’m fine.” Her dusky pink lips formed the words even as her gaze cut to the hood of her car. “Just need some water for the radiator, I think.”
Jake shook his head, irritated that she wouldn’t give him her name. Unlike so many others he’d met in the area, she wasn’t exactly a friendly sort, but she needed help. More than she knew.
“I think you’ve blown a head gasket. At least.”
“You can’t possibly know that for sure,” she scoffed, a hint of desperation in her voice.
“I’ve seen it many times. I happen to be a mechanic.”
She made a face, as if to say that only made his opinion more suspect.
“Look,” he snapped, “I’m not out here trying to drum up business.”
“Then why’d you stop?” she shot back, turning her head away. “You don’t know me.”
Recognizing the sound of impending tears, Jake pulled in a slow, calming breath. “I stopped,” he said evenly, “because no one should be left stranded beside the road in this heat. Is there anyone you can call for a lift?”
She thought for a minute, biting her lips, and shook her head.
He raised his hands, palms up, in a gesture meant to convey that they were out of options. “My son and I will be glad to give you a ride.”
Sniffing, she eyed him suspiciously. “I didn’t see anyone else in the truck.”
“He’s three,” Jake gritted out, reaching deep for patience. “You ought to be able to see the top of his car seat at least.”
She stuck her head out the window and studied the truck. Her thick, dark gold hair parted in the middle of her head and swung in a jaunty, ragged flip two or three inches above her shoulders. Sinking into the car again, she tucked the sun-kissed strands behind a dainty ear and muttered, “Oh, yes. I see that now.”
Heat radiated up off the pavement in blistering waves. Jake pushed back the brim of his hat. “We can take you wherever you need to go.”
She lifted her chin, swallowing hard and exposing her long, sleek neck and the delicate skin of her throat in the process. Jake’s chest tightened. He told himself it was concern, the fear that she was going to send him away, though he was her only immediate source of help. During his first deployment, he’d developed the habit of speaking silently to the Lord in moments of need, and this was one of those moments.
Lord, You’d better zap some sense into her. It’s not safe for her to sit out here in this heat. Even worse if she tries to walk wherever she’s headed.
To his relief, she slowly opened the car door and got out, slinging a large fabric bag over one shoulder. She was taller than he’d expected, and her blouse, worn over a full gray skirt, was of the medical variety, like the top half of a scrub suit. A muted green, it crisscrossed in front and tied at the side, creating a V neckline that exposed a dainty but prominent collarbone.
“In case you forgot, my name’s Jacoby Smith. Jake.”
“Jake,” she whispered in acknowledgment. “Kathryn Stepp.”
“Nice to meet you, Kathryn, despite the circumstances. Now, shall we?” He nodded at the truck. Reluctantly, her arms folded across her middle, she began to walk in that direction. Shortening his steps to keep pace with her, he asked, “Where can I take you?”
She bit her lips before saying, “I—I need to get to a client’s house. Sandy Cabbot. He’ll be wanting his lunch soon.”
“Don’t know him. How do I get there?”
“Just head on east to the county line, then go left. It’s only a few miles.”
“No problem. You’ll have to point out this county line to me, though.”
She seemed surprised by that. “Oh. All right.”
They drew alongside the truck. Jake opened the front passenger door for her and jerked his thumb toward the back seat. “That’s my boy, Frankie.”
Frankie waved at her. She waved back, smiling timidly, before climbing into the truck. Jake walked around, tossed his hat onto the back seat next to Frankie and slid behind the steering wheel in time to see her pass a trembling hand over her forehead.
He started the engine and rolled up the windows, sitting for a moment to let the cool air from the vents flow over them. “Tough morning, I take it.”
She nodded. He waited. After a long moment, she softly said, “Without that car, I can’t work, and if I can’t work, I can’t fix the car or...” She shrugged morosely.
“I find things usually look better if we give them some time,” Jake told her, getting the truck underway.
Muttering something about time running out, she pulled a cell phone from the pocket of her voluminous skirt. “I have to make a phone call.” He listened unapologetically as she placed the call and spoke into the phone. “Sandy, this is Kathryn again. I’ve got a ride. See you in a few minutes.”
She replaced the phone in her pocket then jerked when Frankie yelled, “Hey, lady!”
Jake briefly closed his eyes. His outgoing, energetic three-year-old didn’t take well to being ignored, and he habitually spoke at the top of his lungs. Tina claimed that was perfectly normal. Applying patience, Jake prepared to remind Frankie to use his “inside voice.” Before he had the chance, Kathryn Stepp twisted and gazed into the back seat.
“Hello.”
“Hay-ell-o!” Frankie repeated happily, mimicking her Oklahoma drawl.
Jake winced, but she laughed. “You’re a cutie.”
“You a cutie!” Frankie bellowed back at her.
“Take it down a notch, please,” Jake instructed.
She glanced at Jake but went on speaking to Frankie. “Are you having fun, riding around with Daddy today?”
“No,” Frankie said bluntly, moderating
his volume a bit. “I wanna ride my pony.”
She frowned. “That sounds dangerous. Doesn’t your mama worry you’ll get hurt when you ride your pony?”
Jake leaned forward slightly, watching his son’s face in the rearview mirror.
Frankie replied matter-of-factly. “No. She in heben.”
“Heaven,” Jake corrected gently, relaxing into his seat again.
“Oh,” Kathryn said, sobering. “I’m sorry.”
“She like it,” Frankie said, sounding unconcerned.
“That’s nice.” Turning to Jake, she asked, “He’s only three?”
“About three and a half.”
“He seems big for his age,” she commented, as if that were a worrisome thing.
“Smiths are big men,” Jake muttered defensively.
At the same time, Frankie asked, “S’wat her name?” He often got his contractions backward, substituting s’wat for what’s and s’that for that’s.
“It’s Miss Stepp.” Or so Jake assumed. Surely if she had a husband, she’d have called him for help. On the other hand, maybe the man was out of town. Glancing at her, he asked, “Or is it missus?”
She bit her lips before answering coolly, “Miss.”
Couldn’t say he was surprised. She didn’t seem to trust men. Or was it that she just didn’t like or trust him?
She was a pretty woman, though, with that long, long neck and those intense green eyes and rosy lips. Obviously, she didn’t take much stock in her appearance, given her mismatched garb, straggly hair and utter lack of cosmetics. Even Jolene had known how to get dressed up.
His late wife had been the perfect soldier, but once the uniform had come off, she’d tended toward sparkles and slinky fabrics. He’d often wondered if that had been her way of making up for her dedication to all things military. This quiet, nervous female hardly seemed of the same species. If Jolene’s transportation had broken down beside the road, she’d have commandeered the first vehicle to cross her path.
He supposed that most women would be more cautious. Few had Jolene’s training and confidence, and too many men were willing to take advantage of a woman alone, especially a timid one. Glad that he’d stopped, even if this unexpected passenger was prickly, Jake smiled at her. Instantly, she leaned away from him, her eyes going wide.