The Maverick's Midnight Proposal

by Brenda Harlen

  “Then you’re a long way from home,” Luke said to the woman.

  She shook her head. “This is my home now.”

  “Maggie’s married to Jesse Crawford,” Ben told him.

  “Jesse went to school with my brother Bailey,” Luke explained the connection to Maggie. And he’d gone to school with Ben’s daughter, Paige.

  “Small world,” she murmured.

  “So it would seem,” Luke agreed. “Although Rust Creek Falls has grown even more than I realized if it’s able to support two lawyers now.”

  “Four,” Ben corrected. “My daughter, Lindsay, has been working with us since she passed the bar last year. And Maggie’s brother, Ryan Roarke, hung up a shingle after he married Kristen Dalton.”

  “Good to know there are options if I find myself in need of legal services,” Luke said.

  “Speaking of legal services,” Maggie said. “We’ve got to get to Kalispell for a settlement conference.”

  Ben nodded. “It was good to see you again, Luke.”

  “You, too,” Luke said. “And nice to meet you, Maggie.”

  As the two attorneys turned and walked away, he stepped up to the counter.

  “Can I help you?”

  He glanced from the tempting variety of sweets in the glass-fronted display case to the even more tempting woman behind the counter, and awareness hummed in his veins. Or maybe he’d just imagined the sensation. Maybe what he’d felt was simply relief that here, finally, was someone who didn’t know him or his history. Because the gorgeous blonde with wide blue eyes wasn’t anyone from his past. If he’d met her before, he was certain he would have remembered.

  She followed up the question with a smile, drawing his gaze to the curve of her glossy pink lips. Yeah, her mouth looked a lot sweeter than the glazed doughnuts for sale, but he’d come back to Rust Creek Falls for one reason and it wasn’t to enjoy the local sights—no matter how pretty they might be.

  “Coffee,” he suddenly remembered. “Large. Black.”

  Those beautiful blue eyes sparkled with humor. “For here or to go?”

  “To go.”

  She selected a tall paper cup, filled it from the pot then snapped on a lid.

  “Thanks.” He passed her his money in exchange for the beverage.

  She smiled at him again. “You’re welcome.”

  * * *

  “Large café mocha with extra whipped cream.”

  Eva Armstrong regretfully shifted her attention from the backside of the handsome cowboy making his way to the door to her next customer. Ellie Traub was a regular who always ordered an old-fashioned glazed along with her large mocha and carried both to a table where she’d sit with Mary and Rita Dalton—sisters-in-law by marriage—and chat about all the comings and goings in town.

  “That Luke Stockton sure grew up to be a handsome man,” Ellie commented.

  Eva mentally assigned the name to the cowboy, satisfied that it fit—even if it didn’t answer any of the questions racing through her brain.

  “Of course, they were all good-looking boys,” Ellie continued.

  “Who?” Eva asked.

  “Luke, Bailey and Daniel. And Jamie, too, of course.”

  She used the tongs to select a doughnut from the case and set it on a plate. “I didn’t remember that Jamie had so many brothers.”

  The older woman nodded. “Rob and Lauren had seven kids altogether—four boys and three girls.”

  Eva punched the order into the cash register.

  “And then, when they died in that accident...” Ellie let the words trail off as she shook her head. “Of course, you were probably too young to remember that. It was close to a dozen years ago now.”

  Twelve years meant that Eva would have been thirteen when they died. And now that she had the reference of a timeline, she did vaguely recall hearing about a car accident that resulted in the deaths of a local rancher and his wife and orphaned their children. In fact, one of the daughters, Bella, had been a year behind Eva in school.

  She handed the customer’s change across the counter. “Have a good day, Mrs. Traub.”

  “Thanks,” Ellie said, and carried her mug and plate away from the counter.

  Eva turned with a smile to the next customer in line but was admittedly distracted by thoughts of Luke Stockton. In fact, she felt a little dazed after the brief encounter with the handsome cowboy, as if she’d been hit over the head with a sack of flour.

  Of course, she had a habit of falling hard and fast—and always for the wrong men. But no matter how many times her heart ended up bruised, she refused to give up hope. Just like the fairy-tale princess who believed that someday her prince would come, Eva believed that her soul mate was out there somewhere.

  Or maybe, just maybe, he was right here in Rust Creek Falls now.

  The rest of the morning passed in a blur. The doughnut shop did a brisk business, which kept her hands busy but didn’t prevent her mind from speculating about the new man in town.

  “You trying to rub the Formica right off that table?” asked a voice behind her.

  Eva glanced back at Tracie, the cook who worked the lunch shift. “I guess my mind was wandering,” she admitted as she dropped the cloth onto the tray filled with plates and cups that she’d already cleared away.

  “Maybe it could wander back to the kitchen and get started making a lemon meringue pie.”

  “I thought apple and coconut were on the menu today.”

  Tracie nodded. “But I got a call-in order for a lemon meringue.” She looked at the slip where she’d written the customer’s name and number. “Lydia Grant. She’s making dinner for her fiancé tonight and apparently lemon meringue pie is his favorite.”

  Eva knew that, of course. Because Lydia’s fiancé was Zach Dalton, a rancher who had recently moved to Rust Creek Falls with his father and siblings after the devastating loss of his mother in a house fire.

  Unlike so many men, Zach was a traditional kind of guy who wanted to get married and have children. In fact, he was so determined that he’d even advertised in the Gazette for a woman who was an excellent cook and homemaker and loved kids, dogs and horses.

  Eva had gone on a few dates with Zach before he’d fallen in love with Lydia—who didn’t have any of the traits that he’d claimed to be looking for in a wife. Now Eva, who had fulfilled all of his requirements—at least on paper—was being enlisted to make Zach’s favorite pie for his future wife to serve to him.

  As she carried the tray of dirty dishes to the kitchen, she acknowledged that this was only the most recent in a string of romantic disappointments.

  But her heart wasn’t heavy as she began to measure the ingredients for the pastry. Because she wasn’t thinking about Zach and Lydia’s engagement—she was thinking about the return to Rust Creek Falls of sexy cowboy Luke Stockton.

  * * *

  Luke sat in his truck in the parking lot outside Just Us Kids Day Care Center. Somewhere inside the brick building with the colorful sign that looked as if it had been written in thick crayon by a first grader, his sister was waiting for him. He took another minute to finish his coffee as he continued to sit and stare at the double doors that would take him from the present to his past.

  He lifted the cup to his lips and let his gaze shift to the fenced-in play area where a group of kids, bundled up in thick snowsuits, hats, mittens and boots, were playing in the deep snow. Despite the frigid temperatures, they were laughing and giggling and having a great time. He didn’t know how old they were—three? four?—but watching them reminded him of Bella when she’d been a similar age.

  As a child, she’d had seemingly endless energy and enthusiasm, and she’d found joy in every aspect of life. Of course, that was a lot of years before their parents were killed, sucking all the joy out o
f all their lives.

  Before he could go too far down that dark path, he stepped out of the truck and made his way toward the entrance. He lifted his arm to reach for the handle, then hesitated again. Over the past dozen years, he’d never let himself think about a potential reunion with his siblings because he never believed he would come back to Rust Creek Falls. Now that the moment was here, he was paralyzed by his own doubts and fears.

  Apparently his sister felt differently, because the door he was staring at suddenly flung open.

  “You’re here!”

  Those two words were the only warning Luke got before Bella launched herself into his arms. He caught her—a reflex action—and she pressed her cheek to his, covering his face with kisses and tears.

  The unexpected outpouring of affection made his heart swell inside his chest, so much that his ribs actually ached.

  “You’re really here,” she said again.

  “I’m really here,” he confirmed.

  “I know you said you were coming,” she acknowledged, “but I’ve been waiting for so long that it feels like forever.”

  His arms tightened around her. It felt like forever to him, too. And though he’d had more than a few reservations about returning to Rust Creek Falls, right now, with Bella in his arms, he was certain that he’d made the right decision.

  All too soon, she was drawing away again. “Come on,” she said, tugging on his arm. “I want you to meet my husband.” Her eyes sparkled as her lips curved. “We’ve been married for almost six months, and I still get such a thrill every time I say that.”

  “I feel a shock to hear you say it,” Luke confessed. But he was eager to meet Hudson Jones—and to thank him for hiring the PI who had tracked him down.

  When he stepped into the building, he was immediately enveloped by warmth—a welcome reprieve from the bitter winds blowing outside—and assailed by various sounds and scents: crying and cooing and singing; baby powder and Play-Doh and fresh gingerbread.

  “We’re baking cookies for the toddlers to decorate today,” she explained. “And to eat, during snack time.”

  “I guess day care isn’t all about story time and building blocks,” he mused.

  She laughed. “You have no idea.”

  He took a minute to catch his breath and survey the space. The tiles beneath his boots were multicolored, the walls were painted sunshine yellow and decorated with artwork that he suspected had been done by children who attended the day care. “How did you end up working here?”

  “The facility was opening at a time when I was desperate for a job,” she admitted. “Jamie’s wife died after giving birth to their three babies, so I came home from college to help him with Henry, Jared and Katie.”

  He’d thought nothing could surprise him more than discovering that Bella was married, and now she was telling him that his youngest brother had also married—and been widowed—and was a father. “Triplets?”

  She nodded.

  “And you left school to be his babysitter?”

  “He’s family,” she said simply, as if that explained everything. “And the only brother I had left after you, Bailey and Danny took off.”

  “Bella—”

  “We’ll talk about that later,” she interjected, hooking one arm through Luke’s and raising her other hand to knock on a partially open door beside the main reception desk.

  “Come in.”

  She pushed the door open the rest of the way. “Hudson, there’s someone here that I want you to meet.”

  The man behind the desk slid his chair back and stood up. The smile that lit his eyes when he looked at his wife assured Luke that he was just as much in love with Bella as she obviously was with him.

  Then his gaze shifted, and cooled noticeably. “You must be Luke.”

  He nodded and shook the proffered hand. “It’s nice to meet the man who won my sister’s heart.”

  “She won mine first,” Hudson said. “And I’d do anything for my beautiful bride, so I was pleased to hear that David Bradford was successful in tracking you down in Wyoming.”

  “I’m grateful for your efforts,” Luke said sincerely.

  “I just want Bella to be happy,” Hudson said.

  Luke understood what the man was saying—and what he wasn’t. Hudson had hired the private investigator to find Bella’s siblings because it was what she wanted, but he wouldn’t tolerate anyone—even her family—hurting his wife. Although Hudson’s demeanor made him a little wary, Luke couldn’t help but respect his new brother-in-law for wanting to protect his bride.

  “I am happy,” Bella assured him. “And I know this is going to be the best Christmas ever, not just because it’s my first as Mrs. Hudson Jones—” she sent an adoring look toward her husband “—but because Luke is finally home and Danny is planning his Christmas Eve wedding.”

  Luke opened his mouth, intending to tell her that he wouldn’t be staying in Rust Creek Falls for Christmas, but the last part of her statement pushed everything else from his mind.

  “Our Danny?”

  Bella nodded.

  “He’s here—in Rust Creek Falls?”

  “You didn’t know?”

  Luke shook his head. “We kind of lost touch a few years back,” he admitted.

  “He’s been here since October,” Bella told him now. “After he saw an interview with Jamie on The Great Roundup, he realized he missed his family and finally decided to come back.”

  “What’s The Great Roundup?”

  His sister seemed surprised by the question. “Don’t you watch TV?”

  “Not a lot,” he admitted.

  “The Great Roundup is a reality show, similar to The Amazing Race but with a Western theme,” Hudson explained. “There are various challenges of skill and survival, and the winner gets a million dollars.”

  “And you watch this?” Luke asked, his tone dubious.

  “Travis Dalton and Brenna O’Reilly are on the show,” his brother-in-law explained.

  “And they’re engaged!” Bella exclaimed.

  Although Luke didn’t know Travis or Brenna, he knew the Daltons and O’Reillys were longtime residents of Rust Creek Falls. But he was more interested in what she’d said about their brother than the details of a reality show. “And you said Danny’s engaged, too?”

  “To Annie Lattimore,” she said, naming their brother’s high school sweetheart.

  “I should have known,” he realized. “Danny never wanted to leave Rust Creek Falls—or Annie.”

  “Then why did he?” Bella wondered. “Why did you?”

  He answered with the truth—or at least part of it. “Because we couldn’t stay. The grandparents made it clear they didn’t want us hanging around, that even four kids were too much of a burden.”

  “Not long after you left, they sent Dana and Liz away, too,” Bella told him.

  Hudson slid an arm across her shoulders—a wordless gesture of support and comfort—while Luke just looked on helplessly.

  “I’m so sorry,” he told her. “We—I—honestly thought it was the best decision at the time.”

  “Well, you’re here now,” she said again, blinking away the tears that had filled her eyes. “And Dana’s been found, too—she lives with her adoptive family in Portland—so I’m confident that we’ll all be together again soon.”

  Luke shifted his gaze to his brother-in-law. “Has your PI succeeded in tracking down everyone else?”

  “Not yet,” Hudson admitted. “But he’s got some leads and I’m sure we’ll see results soon.” He glanced down as his cell phone buzzed. “Sorry—that’s a business call I need to take.”

  “Of course,” Bella acknowledged, nudging Luke back toward the door, then closing it softly after she’d followed him out. “I need to get
back to work, too,” she said apologetically.

  Luke nodded. “Maybe we can catch up some more later.”

  “We’ll definitely catch up later,” she immediately responded. “But now you’re probably exhausted after your long drive, so why don’t you go back to our house, put your feet up and relax? Even have a nap if you want.”

  “A nap?” he echoed.

  “Nap time isn’t just for preschoolers,” she assured him, pressing something into his palm.

  He stared at the key, wondering how it was so easy for her to not only accept his sudden reappearance in her life but even open up her home to him after so much time had passed. “I don’t want to impose,” he told her.

  “It’s not an imposition,” she insisted. “We’re happy to have you.”

  He believed that she was happy, but he didn’t think her husband was overjoyed.

  “You and Hudson are still newlyweds,” he protested. “I should get a room at the boarding house so you aren’t tripping over me.”

  She laughed. “Obviously you haven’t yet seen the house. When you do, you’ll realize that there’s plenty of room and no reason to worry about anyone tripping over anyone else.”

  Still, he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of staying with the sister he’d had no contact with for more than a decade. Or maybe it was the prospect of staying in Rust Creek Falls at all that made him uneasy.

  “Please,” she added, and with that single word, the last of his resistance melted away.

  “Okay,” he relented. “I’ll stay for a couple of days.”

  “That’s a good start,” she agreed.

  Chapter Two

  Luke was smiling and shaking his head as he walked out of the day care and headed back to his truck. He’d forgotten how sneaky his sister could be—and how he’d never been able to refuse anything she asked. But he was grateful for her invitation and looking forward to the opportunity to catch up with her and Jamie and Danny.

  He was also curious to check out Bella and Hudson’s house, but he wasn’t quite ready to put his feet up. What he was, his growling stomach pointed out, was hungry.