Toys and Baby Wishes

by Karen Rose Smith

  "You're going to be a big brother," Lexa added. "Do you think you can handle that and help me out when I need help?"

  "Sure. Will I be able to hold the baby if I'm careful?"

  "Sure can. Maybe you can feed him or her sometimes if you want to." Matt's eyes were getting heavy again and Lexa saw it. "We're going to have lots of time to talk about this. So why don't you lay back, close your eyes and get some sleep. Okay?"

  Matt laid down. Josh covered him with a sheet and kissed his cheek. "We'll see you in the morning."

  Lexa left the hall light on as she and Josh went into their room. As she stepped out of her shorts, she asked, "Do you think Matt knows where babies come from?"

  "I'll have a talk with him, simplify it as best I can. Or would you rather talk to him?"

  She lifted her tee shirt over her head. "We can do it together."

  Josh walked toward her and when he stood in front of her, reverently stroked her stomach. She had so much love to give it always amazed him. Since Matt came, she had put her zeal for causes into making sure he knew he was loved. She had become involved in the PTA and was helping parents push for affordable day care facilities. Now she was pregnant with their child.

  His voice was husky. "You're carrying our baby. That's miraculous, isn't it?"

  "It is."

  "Just as miraculous as Matt. We're going to have two wonderful children."

  "I love you, Joshua Flannigan."

  His hands moved up her midriff and halted below her breasts. "Maybe we should practice exactly how we made this baby so we're armed with the facts when we explain the process to Matt."

  "Do you think we need practice?"

  "It sure can't hurt. Practice makes perfect."

  "I think we already did it perfectly."

  Josh's eyes twinkled. "So we did. Now I want to do it again so you'll know how grateful and thankful I am that you're my wife."

  Lexa slipped her hands under Josh's arms and hugged him tight. Together, they'd give thanks. Together, they'd raise their children. Together, they'd love.

  Forever.

  ***

  From the Author:

  Chambersburg, Pennsylvania where Toys And Baby Wishes is set, was a town I visited often when I attended Shippensburg University. Since I'm writing fiction, I added sites I needed to enhance the storyline. All characters are fictional. Thanks to Judy Bullard, a wonderful cover artist, for my beautiful cover.

  I believe romances should touch the deepest nook of readers' hearts. From my early books to my most recent, I have kept the emotion of my characters as the focus. Though styles change, characters change, and trends change, the important element of a romance doesn't change—the hope that there can be a happily-ever-after. I have written over seventy-five novels, making both the USA Today List and series Bestseller Lists. Living in Pennsylvania with my college sweetheart and three cats, I spend most days writing, editing, cooking and gardening. Believing in the power of love and commitment, I look forward to writing relationship novels for a long time to come. For more about me and my latest releases, including excerpts, photos and short stories, please visit my website listed below. To keep in touch day to day, follow me at Facebook and on Twitter.

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  Chapter One

  When Lucy McIntyre heard the roar of a motorcycle breaking the solitude of the Rising Star Ranch, she went to the kitchen window and pushed back the lace curtain with its ivy pattern. The man on the Harley brought the machine to a halt at the path to the house. She watched him climb off, hang his helmet on the handlebar, and stand with his hands jammed into the back pockets of his jeans as he studied the barn, corrals, indoor arena, and outbuildings. Then his attention turned toward the porch that wound around the house. Although she'd expected someone by the name of Zackary Burke to apply for the job of temporary hand, she'd never expected him to look like this!

  He wore boots and jeans, typical attire for men living in and around Long Brush, Wyoming. But the black leather jacket and the motorcycle told her he was from another place. His midnight hair—thick, wavy and unruly—needed a trim. He stood over six feet. She could tell even from here. With his broad shoulders and slim hips, all he needed was a Stetson and a horse to make him look as if he belonged.

  Lucy didn't think she moved, but the man's eyes met hers through the window. Caught, embarrassed and mesmerized by something in the man's demeanor and gaze, every question she'd prepared for their interview vanished from her head.

  Without any warning, he winked, gave her half a smile and started up the walk.

  Flustered and determined not to be, Lucy crossed the kitchen, willing the heat in her cheeks to subside. But when she opened the door, the man was even taller and more powerfully masculine than he'd looked twenty feet away! The curiosity and male appraisal as his blue eyes drifted from her long brown hair to her boots brought even more heat to her cheeks and a dryness to her throat.

  The man extended his hand. "Zack Burke. I saw the job notice at the feed store in Long Brush and talked with Tom McIntyre about it at the day before yesterday."

  Lucy shook his hand, surprised by the heat of his skin, its rough texture and the sparks that zipped up her arm. "Tom McIntyre is my father." A McIntyre by name rather than birth, it had never seemed to matter because she'd never doubted that her adoptive parents loved her or that her older brothers accepted her. Always grateful for that love and acceptance, she knew without it, her life might have been much different.

  "Is your father around?" Zack Burke asked with a lift of a black brow.

  "Dad and my brother are mending fence. I'm going to talk with you a little more to see if we should hire you. This is a family-run ranch so family is involved in everything." She motioned toward the kitchen table.

  Unzipping his jacket, Zack waited for Lucy to sit before he pulled out a chair at the large pine table. His knee brushed hers and he nonchalantly shifted in the high-backed chair with that half-smile back on his lips. "Your father told me how much the job pays, including room and board. He said it's temporary—until your brother gets back on his feet. But if he's out mending fence..."

  "That's my older brother, Rick. You'd be standing in for my other brother, Marty. He...hasn't been himself lately. Too unreliable to depend on. With winter setting in soon, we need a reliable, all-around hand. We tend some cattle, but our main focus is our Quarter Horses. Dad's family has raised them for generations."

  "If you check the references I gave your dad, you'll see I know how to ride, can cut calves, and I'm handy with a hammer."

  Along with her father's estimation of the man after his phone conversation with him and inquiring about him at the boarding house in Long Brush where he'd been staying, her dad had given her
Zackary Burke's references and she'd called all three of them. Zack's last temporary job had been on a ranch in southern Wyoming and the two before that on spreads in Colorado. His former employers had answered all her questions and agreed he was hard-working and dependable. But Lucy wanted to interview him herself, to rely on her own instincts for one very important reason.

  "Why do you want this job, Mr. Burke?"

  "Zack," he suggested with a full smile that was meant to disarm her completely. It almost did.

  But she had learned her lesson about charm and appearances, and a man's definition of a woman. If this man didn't want her to stand on formality, she wouldn't, but she would get the answers she needed. "All right...Zack. Why do you want to work on the Rising Star?"

  Giving a casual shrug, his gaze met hers. "When I like a place, I stop and work. Wyoming has enough wide spaces that a man can breathe, move around and not feel trapped."

  Lucy felt a sudden fascination to know more about Zackary Burke and why he felt trapped. The light in his intense blue eyes had changed. The devil-may-care sparkle had disappeared and was replaced by shadows.

  Knowing she was maybe probing where she shouldn't, she asked, "Why don't you stay anywhere more than a few months?"

  His strongly chiseled jaw tightened. "I suspect you know how life on a ranch changes with the seasons. When the work's finished, I move on."

  "But..."

  "Miss McIntyre," he drawled. Again he gave her that nonchalant smile that showed her how mobile his lips could be and made her wonder how he kissed. The thought shocked her! Well, not the thought, but her having it.

  "I like to travel," he continued. "Working like this, I've seen more of the United States than most people can only dream of seeing. And I like ranches—the miles of fence, the pine and larch, the bunkhouses where no one cares where you came from or where you're going."

  If that was a subtle hint for her to back off with the questions, she wasn't going to take it. "Then you might not want this job, Mr. Burke."

  "Zack," he reminded her.

  "Zack. We don't have a bunkhouse. My older brother lives in the house up the lane, and Marty lives here. You'd have a room in this house with the family."

  He pushed back his chair as if to push away from her and the whole idea. "You're kidding!"

  Lucy shook her head. "No, I'm not. You'd have a room on this floor down the hall and you'd take your meals with us."

  Before the man across from her could respond, the telephone rang. With an "Excuse me, I'll be right back," Lucy stood, went into the living room and picked up the phone.

  After another glance at Zack, she answered, "Hello, McIntyres."

  "Lucy, is that you? It's John Buckley."

  "Mr. Buckley! How are you?"

  "I'm fine. Do you have a minute?"

  John Buckley was the family lawyer. What could he possibly want with her? "What is it?"

  "I'd like you to stop in at my office. I have something I want you to see."

  "I don't understand."

  "The lawyer who handled your adoption died. Records were sent on to me. There's not much, but there is a picture you should look at."

  "What kind of picture?"

  "I think you should see it before we decide what, if anything, we want to do about it. I'd email it to you but I'd like you to see the original. When are you coming into town?"

  Long Brush with its quaint shops, professional offices and small hospital was a fifteen-mile trip, and she usually combined shopping and errands when she made it. She could make time on Monday...

  She hadn't thought about her origins and her adoption in a long time. All she knew about her birth-mother was that the woman had been too poor to keep her and take care of her so she'd given Lucy up for adoption as soon as she was born. That's it. Nothing about her father. No memorabilia. Nothing else. Lucy had been perfectly happy all her life in the McIntyres embrace. Did she want to tamper with that now?

  But curiosity was a potent force. "I can be at your office on Monday around one. Will that suit you?"

  "I'll be in my office all day. One will be fine. I look forward to seeing you."

  After Lucy said good-bye and hung up, she wondered if she should tell her parents about the call. But why upset them? It might be nothing. She'd wait until after her meeting with Mr. Buckley to decide. Right now, she had another decision to make—whether or not she should hire Zackary Burke.

  #

  Glad for a chance to regroup, Zack watched Lucy McIntyre walk into the living room and answer the phone. Her warm brown eyes slid over him once more before she looked away and concentrated on her call. Disconcerted by his body's reaction not only to her gaze but to her mere nearness, he tried to dismiss it as a fluke. For a very long time he'd felt no desire for a woman, the same as he'd felt no inclination to go back to practicing medicine. He knew they were connected. He knew he rode across the western states to escape his thoughts as well as the past. Whenever he stayed in one place too long, all of it came rushing back.

  But from the moment he'd taken Lucy McIntyre's hand, smelled lilacs—a scent he associated with long-ago and far-away dreams and white picket fences, and seen the light dusting of freckles across her nose, he'd felt the very real response of a man to a pretty woman. How could he stay when he was attracted to her? How could he stay when he knew any attraction would have no place to go? Not after Kay and what had happened to her and their baby...

  Lucy came back to the kitchen, her expression pensive.

  "Bad news?" he asked, then wondered why he had. For the past fifteen months he'd tried to stay uninvolved in other people's lives.

  "Oh, I wasn't thinking about the call." She smiled. "Actually, I was thinking about you and whether I should hire you."

  As she drew closer, the lilacs wound about him again, tempting him with more than a job on a ranch. The freshness of her smile packed the same mighty punch. So he asked gruffly, "Why would you want hired help to stay in your house?"

  "That's the kind of people my parents are. But that's also why we checked your references carefully."

  "How do you know I'm not an escaped convict?"

  "Are you?" she asked with a challenging tilt of her head.

  He felt an unexpected laugh rumble from his chest. It had been a long time since he'd really laughed. "Do you honestly think I'd tell you?"

  Planting her hands on her hips, she gave him another good once-over with her warm brown eyes. "Yes."

  Her certainty drew him out of his seat as much as the scent of her perfume, and he approached her slowly. "Either you're very naive or a very good judge of character."

  "Neither, Mr. Burke...Zack," she amended. "I've learned to trust my instincts, and they're telling me my family has nothing to fear from you."

  Lucy was slender and tall, but he still towered over her a good five inches. Yet he could tell she wasn't intimidated. "You're right. Your family has nothing to fear from me...if I take the job."

  "Do you want it?" Her hands dropped to her sides and he realized he'd like to feel the touch of her skin against his once again.

  Impressed with Lucy and her directness, he took a deep breath, knowing he should jump on his Harley and head for far away places right now. But he wanted the work. He needed the satisfaction of physical labor so he could sleep at the end of the day. A ranch would provide plenty of that. "I want the job."

  Their gazes held. The awareness between them almost hummed in the kitchen as the full realization that they'd be sleeping under the same roof hit him. Maybe she was thinking about it, too.

  Lucy broke eye contact first and took a step back. "Well, good. I'll give you a brief tour, then show you where to put your things. By then—"

  The kitchen door opened and a little boy—about five—came running in. When he saw Zack and Lucy, he stopped. "Are you the man who's gonna help Dad and Gramps and Lucy till Uncle Marty's okay again?"

  Zack watched Lucy's chagrin and he guessed this child heard a lot more than the adu
lts wanted him to hear. Zack wondered what the story was with "Marty." Not that it was any of his business.

  Lucy said, "This is my nephew, Josh. My oldest brother's son. Josh, this is Mr. Burke and he is going to be working here for a while."

  Josh stood in front of Zack and stared up at him. "Is that your bike out there?"

  The boy's brown eyes twinkled with curiosity. His reddish hair spiked in more than one direction, while his sweatshirt proclaimed he was a COWBOYS fan. Zack's heart ached for the son he'd lost, the child who'd lost his life before he'd had the chance to begin it. He hadn't been around children since Kay and their baby died. He'd avoided contact just as he'd avoided the feelings that hurt too much to name.

  But he guessed he wasn't going to be able to avoid Josh. "Yep. That's my bike."

  "Can I have a ride on it?"

  "Josh..." Lucy scolded.

  Zack grinned. "I bet we'll have to ask a few grown-ups before I can give you an answer on that."

  Turning to Lucy, Josh pleaded, "If you ask Dad, I'll ask Mom. Please?"

  Zack could tell Lucy was putty in her nephew's hands. He was sure of it when she gave the boy a hug and said, "I'll see what I can do."

  "Josh, I told you not to run ahead of me like that." A pleasantly rounded woman, wearing a down coat smiled at Zack from the doorway. As she stepped into the kitchen, Zack realized she belonged here as much as the hand-woven multi-colored place mats on the table, the green vines sitting in planters on the window ledge, and the homey aroma of something braising in the oven.

  Coming right up to Zack, she extended her hand. "I'm Esther McIntyre."

  The manners he'd thought he'd left back in California but that had emerged with Lucy and now with her mother, urged him to say, "It's good to meet you, Mrs. McIntyre. I've accepted the job on the ranch. That is unless you'd like to interview me, too."

  Esther smiled at him, squeezed his hand and looked him straight in the eye. "I trust my husband's judgment and Lucy's, too." Unzipping her coat, she said, "Now, I've got to get supper ready. Lucy, you show Mr. Burke around. And Josh—"