Reuniting With the Rancher

by Rachel Lee

  “I think you did,” he said, surprising her. “We were just kids. Honestly, if you hadn’t dumped me, but had stayed, you’d probably have resented me. I get it. It was the wrong time, if nothing else. Maybe this won’t turn out to be the right time, either.”

  “I’m not so sure about that.” Screw the food, she thought. She rose and went around the table. He instinctively pulled back and she perched on his lap.

  “You’re striking matches again,” he warned her.

  “We always strike matches. Get used to it. It’s who we are, at least together. What else do you want from me?”

  “I’d like to have kids eventually.”

  “I love kids.” She smiled. She wasn’t sure who was moving, but their mouths were getting closer together, then his hand ran up her back.

  “Not yet, though,” he said quickly. “We need to date for a while.”

  “I already agreed to that. A year?”

  He blinked. “A year?”

  “Sure. I want a June wedding. And neither of us will be able to say we didn’t know what we were getting into after a year.”

  He laughed, then scooped her up and carried her straight to the bed. “You drive me out of my mind.”

  “I have no mind when it comes to you.”

  It happened as it always happened, fast and furious. Some people might consider their lovemaking to be backward, but not them. In the afterglow they shared the caresses and gentle explorations, the absolute knowledge of one another’s bodies. And the passion built again.

  “A year?” he said dubiously.

  “A year,” she repeated, sounding more certain than she felt.

  “Damn,” he muttered, just before he buried his head between her thighs and lashed her with his tongue to the highest pinnacle.

  A year, she thought before all reason fled. It was going to be a great year.

  Epilogue

  Holly stood on the porch and looked out over the huge crowd that filled Cliff’s ranch. She was happy, truly happy, and hugged herself.

  Cliff had joked that they should get married on their flat rock. She had pointed out that it would be impossible to invite guests to attend there, and anyway, she wanted that rock to be their secret. Then he’d suggested their favorite tree. She’d simply looked at him until he laughed.

  So here they were, married in his pasture, throwing a barbecue-cum-potluck for everyone who wanted to attend. It seemed most of the county had turned out.

  She had also invited the three families who were now staying at her ranch in the three cabins Cliff had helped her build. They’d completed the structures last fall and spent the winter fixing them up inside.

  Despite her fears that her families might be ignored, lots of people had welcomed them warmly, and their kids were enjoying horseback rides under the care of Cliff’s hired hands and a few volunteers.

  Children ran everywhere, screeching, laughing and having a great time. It was the happiest day ever. Her soul felt good and her heart filled to the brim with joy.

  Strong arms closed around her from behind, probably crushing the back of her wedding dress, but she didn’t care.

  He pushed her short veil aside and nuzzled her neck. “How are you doing, Mrs. Martin?”

  “I’ve never been happier, Mr. Martin.”

  He chuckled. “You never answered on the name thing.”

  “Right now I’ll enjoy being Mrs.”

  He gave a pretend sigh. “Then comes Ms. I knew it.”

  She giggled.

  “How’s Junior?”

  “Cliff! We don’t know yet.” She had just found out she was pregnant.

  “I know, and I’m going to love it, girl or boy. But dang, it’s hard to call it it.”

  She laughed again. “Baby will do.”

  He squeezed her gently. “You’ve made me the happiest man on earth. And look at your families. Folks are being nice.”

  “I was a little nervous about it.”

  “I know you were. But we’re a hospitable people for the most part. And asking for volunteers instead of wedding gifts was genius on my part.”

  She turned within the circle of his arms. His eyes were bright and happier than she had ever seen them, except possibly when she had told him they were pregnant. “What?”

  He reached in the back pocket of his slacks and pulled out an envelope. “Jean’s been collecting them. Take a look.”

  She opened the envelope eagerly and pulled out a stack of neatly folded typed pages.

  Gene Winters—construction

  Marybelle Jasper—gardening

  Susan Peabody—sewing

  Ransom Laird—livestock

  Gideon Ironheart—trail rides/horse training

  She stopped reading and looked up as tears sparkled in her eyes. “Oh, Cliff...”

  “I know. I think you’ll find all bases covered. There are some teachers in there, people from the college, promises to provide feed for the animals, free vet care.... You’re off and running, Holly. A whole lot of people are behind you on this.”

  “Wow,” she whispered. “Just wow.” She lifted her arms and threw them around his neck. “It’s a dream come true!”

  Applause started somewhere out in the pasture and swiftly swelled.

  “I think they want us to kiss,” Cliff said, his eyes sparkling.

  “I don’t think we can light a match right now.”

  “Obviously not. Can’t even escape because we postponed our honeymoon. But dang, we can give them a kiss to remember.”

  Which is exactly what they did.

  * * * * *

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  Chapter One

  A bachelor auction?

  Really?

  Dr. Liam Thayer waited for Cullen Dunlevy, Celebration Memorial’s chief of staff, to crack a smile, or indicate he and the pretty blonde in the business suit at his side were delivering a bad joke to lighten up the impromptu staff meeting.

  Please. He could use a little levity to jolt him out of his bad mood. It had been one of those mornings. The twins, Amanda and Calee, hadn’t wanted to get out of bed. Five minutes before they were supposed to walk out the door, Amanda remembered that she was supposed to bring cupcakes for an after-school club meeting.

  To spur the girls along, he’d said if they left on time, they could stop at the grocery store on the way. But then the dog got out, running several victory laps around the neighborhood, before Liam had been able to wrangle, harness and deliver him home.

  They didn’t have time to stop for cupcakes, and by the time he’d deposited the girls at Celebration Middle School, they were all out of sorts. Well, he and Amanda were. Not Calee, who lived in her own little world of sugar-plum fairies and nutcracker princes. As long as Calee was dancing, the world was a beautiful place. She was so much like her mother, who had also been a ballerina, before she’d given it all up to marry Liam and start a family.

  He and Amanda, on the oth
er hand, seemed to be cast from the same mold. This morning he’d left her with a promise that their housekeeper, Rosalinda, would leave a dozen cupcakes at the school’s front desk in time for this afternoon’s club meeting—which Amanda would have to cut short because she and her sister couldn’t be late for their dance class.

  Amanda had been dubious and a little surly. She hadn’t wanted to go to dance class today.

  “Why can’t Rosie take Calee while I stay at the club meeting? Then Rosie can come back and get me. Or better yet, why can’t I skip dance altogether?”

  “Because you have a commitment, and Rosie doesn’t need to be running herself ragged to accommodate you. She’s already going out of her way to make sure you get the cupcakes.”

  It had only made matters worse when Liam had snapped, “Next time maybe you’ll remember to tell me these things before we’re walking out the door.”

  He shouldn’t have said it. Not like that, dammit. Even if it was true and a lesson she needed to learn. Now, as he sat there in the conference room trying to change gears from dad mode to doctor, he couldn’t get the image of Amanda’s sad face out of his head.

  At that moment he missed his wife, Joy, so much it almost leveled him. She’d always taken care of things like cupcakes, permission slips and new ballet shoes. She’d had an uncanny ability to almost read their daughters’ minds or, on the off chance when they did end up in a bind—like they had this morning—she’d always been able to pull a rabbit out of her hat and make things work.

  Liam didn’t know how she’d managed it. She had been perfect like that. Tiny, intuitive and good-natured, Joy had always been all about her family.

  A series of sickening flashbacks transported Liam to that night when the cop had stood on their front porch and asked, “Is this the residence of Joy Thayer?” He’d told Liam that there’d been an accident but wouldn’t give him much information, just asked if he would come to the hospital. When he’d identified his wife’s body, his life and the lives of their daughters had shattered into a million irreparable pieces.

  Liam scrubbed a hand over his eyes, trying to erase the memory. It had been two years. When would life without Joy get easier? When would the numbness give way to the manageable ache that the grief counselor had promised would come in time? Maybe never. Because part of his soul had died right along with his wife that night. The part that lived and laughed and felt.

  Now his daughters kept him going. Because life didn’t stop to mourn. Hell, it didn’t even slow down to regroup. It kept marching forward, and if you didn’t get on your feet fast, it would drag you right along behind it.

  He refocused, irritated that he had to waste time this morning listening to the chief and this woman rattle on about...bachelor auctions? For God’s sake.

  This had to be a joke.

  But a sinking feeling warned him not to bank on Dunlevy delivering the punch line. Especially when his boss glanced over at the blonde and uncharacteristic warmth drew up the edges of his mouth.

  “This is Kate Macintyre of the Macintyre Family Foundation,” said Dunlevy. “She and her staff have been working tirelessly to raise money for the new pediatric surgical wing here at Celebration Memorial Hospital. I’ll turn the meeting over to her and let her tell you more.”

  The new surgical wing—Joy had been excited about it. In fact she’d been one of the first volunteers to organize a kick-starter fund-raiser.

  “Good morning,” said the blonde.

  What was her name again?

  “Thank you, Dr. Dunlevy. I appreciate you letting me attend your meeting today. Even more, I am grateful that each of you has agreed to help raise money for the final leg of funding for this very special project. This pediatric wing is extremely near and dear to my family and me. I appreciate you all taking an active role in making it a reality.”

  Near and dear to her family? Liam glanced at her left hand. She wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Reflexively his thumb found the back of the band he still wore. It was the touchstone that kept him grounded, and reminded him of what was and always would be important in life. Family.

  The blonde smiled at Liam’s colleague, Charlie Benton, an internist, who was seated to her left. She held out a stack of pamphlets. “Would you mind taking one of these and passing them around, please?”

  Eagerly Charlie obeyed.

  Great. Judging by the look on his coworker’s face, Liam would bet if she’d asked Charlie to run out to fetch her a bagel and a cappuccino, he would’ve fallen all over himself to oblige. Liam glanced around at the other men in the room. They all seemed transfixed, too. Apparently Liam was the only one immune to a pretty face and a great pair of legs.

  “For the past three years, the Macintyre Family Foundation has partnered with the hospital to raise money to build a much-needed pediatric surgical wing,” she said. “During this time we’ve been diligently working with the hospital’s Department of Charitable Giving. They’ve been amazing. We only need five percent more to reach our two-million-dollar goal.

  “That’s why we were delighted when Dr. Dunlevy agreed to the idea of giving you all, the doctors of Celebration Memorial, the opportunity to play a key role in raising part of the remaining funds. When I learned that I’d be working with seven single male doctors, I thought, what was the chance of that?”

  Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked from one face to the next, radiating enthusiasm and sincerity. She was doing a credible job.

  “With seven eligible men, it only seemed natural to hold a bachelor auction. So, everyone, please save the date—one week from Saturday—for our first ever In Celebration of Bachelors auction.”

  Liam shifted in his seat, resisting the urge to excuse himself. This bachelor auction was not a joke, but there was no way in hell that he was going to subject himself to the humiliation of being sold off to the highest bidder. Even if the shenanigan would raise money for a good cause.

  As a pediatric hospitalist and a single father to two teenagers, he didn’t have enough time to devote to his daughters on a good day. He certainly didn’t want to waste a night going out on a date with a woman who’d bid on him like a steer in a cattle sale. He might have been providing all the necessities, but he hadn’t been able to give his children as much of himself as he wished he could. Not like his wife, who had always been there for them emotionally.

  And, he had to admit, at the root of everything, participating in something like this felt disrespectful to Joy. Even if she was gone, it didn’t mean he felt any less married. Certainly not single.

  “Is something wrong, Dr. Thayer?” Cullen asked. “You look like you smell something.”

  Liam clicked his ink pen. He wanted to say, There’s nothing like the stench of a bad idea first thing in the morning. But one glance at Kate Macintyre’s hopeful expression—Kate Macintyre, that was her name—and he was weighing his words. “Is this bachelor auction idea a done deal? Do we have any other options?”

  Kate blinked—once, twice—but her smile stayed unfalteringly in place. “Well, yes. I mean we’re working on a very tight time line because of some special incentives, which I’ll tell you about in a few moments.” She glanced at Cullen as if for help.

  “Yes, Liam, this is a done deal,” Dunlevy said. “Is there a problem?”

  “Yes. I have a family. I’m happy to make a donation, but I won’t be participating.”

  With that, Kate’s smile finally faltered. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought Dr. Dunlevy said all members of the senior staff were single.”

  “We are,” Cullen confirmed. Then he flashed Liam a look that was part warning, part Let’s not do this now and mostly Man up and be a team player.

  By this time the pamphlets had made their way around to Liam. He took one and passed the scant remainder to Austin Roberts, an emergency room doctor who was seated to Liam’s left. The slick
, glossy brochure featured a picture of a man, a woman, two kids and a yellow Lab frolicking on the green grass in the backyard of a nice suburban home.

  The ideal family.

  Liam waited to feel something—a stab, a pang or even a twist in his gut—but he didn’t. He was numb. The only emotion coming through loud and clear was anger. He shifted his gaze to the bottom of the page, which was emblazoned with the Macintyre Family Foundation logo and the words Family, Community and Education written in bold red letters.

  “It’s true we’re all single,” Liam said. “I’m a widower.”

  “I’m sorry that you lost your wife.”

  Although her condolences seemed sincere, he shrugged, rejecting her pity and biting back the urge to say, Can we just get on with this? I have things to do, patients to see. Instead, he said, “A bachelor auction isn’t a good fit. Maybe we can come up with something else.”

  “How can a date with a beautiful woman be a bad idea, Thayer?” asked Nick Chamberlin, who worked with Roberts in the emergency room.

  Jake Lennox, the other staff internist, snickered. “It’s a dirty job, but someone has to do it.”

  Liam glanced at his watch. “Knock yourselves out but don’t count me in. I have patients to see. Is there anything else on the agenda?” He managed to close his mouth before he added, Or is today’s frat party over?

  “Yes, there’s more, Dr. Thayer,” Dunlevy growled at him. “We’re talking about the bachelor auction first so that Ms. Macintyre can get back to her office. But while we’re on that agenda item, I want to make it clear that we’re a team. I expect every player to be on board.”

  Player. If that wasn’t the operative word. Liam worked with a bunch of players. While he respected his colleagues as professionals, doctors who put heart and soul into serving the patients of this hospital, he and the six of them were worlds apart when it came to the time they spent away from work.