“I fixed a tractor at the Rusty Bucket Ranch earlier today and—”
“Fiona O’Reilly.” It took her all of a second and a half to put it together.
“How did you know?”
“You don’t seem the type to hit on a married woman. Her sisters, Fallon and Brenna, are. To Jamie Stockton and Travis Dalton respectively.” She nodded firmly. “Since Fiona is the last single O’Reilly daughter and lives on the Rusty Bucket Ranch, she must be the woman in question.”
“You’re not wrong.”
“And you’re not an idiot,” she said. “Why would you think so? She’s beautiful, smart and dependable.”
“It’s complicated.”
“Bravo Sierra,” she snapped, using marine slang for BS. “That just means you don’t want to talk about it.”
She was dead-on about that. “Look, if it’s all the same to you—”
“Eddie Halstead.” Luke walked in and gave the older woman a big hug. “I saw your car outside and had to come and say hello.”
“Good to see you, Luke.” She glanced at Brendan. “You were right about him. He fixed my blender.”
“So, J.T. will be back in the business of drinking his breakfast,” the rancher guessed.
“A shake is healthier than bacon and eggs,” she said stubbornly. “Especially if he’s going to keep up with his chores.”
“Eva would agree with that.”
“And my stubborn man isn’t getting any younger. He’s got arthritis in his hands and one good leg. These days, climbing on a ladder is like a combat mission.” She looked from Brendan to Luke. “He’s pretty handy but I don’t like him on a ladder. Ladder fall figures increase with age and physical condition. The man is sixty-eight years old, although you wouldn’t know it to look at him. Don’t tell him I said that. The point is, he’s too old to be on a ladder even if he had two good legs. Gonna make putting up Halloween decorations a challenge this year.”
“I’d be happy to help out.” Brendan looked at her. “Say the word and I’ll swing by.”
“Come to think of it,” she said as she tapped her lip. “The refrigerator is making a funny noise.”
“Make a list,” he said.
“I would sure appreciate it. The thing is, J.T.’s proud, if you get my drift.”
“Sure do,” Brendan said. “But if he gives you any trouble, just tell him it’s one marine helping out a brother.”
“I don’t want to take up your time,” she said.
“He’s got plenty to spare,” Luke interjected.
“Seems so,” Eddie said. “He just fixed the O’Reilly’s tractor and instead of taking money he’s taking Fiona out to dinner.”
“Well, well.” Luke grinned. “All because of a house call.”
“Marines work fast,” the older woman said.
Luke snapped his fingers. “I just had an idea. You could expand the repair shop and go mobile with it. For the things people can’t drop off.”
“Now why would I want to do that?” Brendan asked.
“Because making money is a good thing,” Eddie said. “Unless you ask all of your customers to dinner. Then you’re flirting with a negative cash flow.”
“Understood,” Brendan told her. “But that’s not what I meant. I don’t want to make long-term plans.”
“How’s that?” she asked.
“Because I’m only here temporarily.”
“Why?” she asked. “You have somewhere better to be?”
That’s what he was here to figure out.
* * *
No matter how many times she reminded herself that Brendan wasn’t staying permanently, Fiona couldn’t tamp down her excitement to see him. Telling herself this wasn’t a date didn’t help, either. For some reason it was how he was taking payment for fixing the tractor.
And that was where her thought process went off the rails. He wouldn’t accept money but wanted to take her to dinner. Maybe he wanted more than that, but she didn’t think so. If that didn’t go to a girl’s head, she was the Queen of England. The logical conclusion was that he wanted to see her. Alone. Without family.
And she was stoked.
She’d even bought a new dress—a hunter green, long-sleeved knit that minimized her curves even as it hugged them. A contradiction that paralleled the coming social occasion she refused to call a date. The dress’s hem teased the top of her new low-heeled, knee-high black leather boots. They were a splurge, but when she got paid for her latest article, her budget would be just fine. Tonight it was important to look like a woman, not a ranch hand.
She checked out her appearance in the full-length, free-standing mirror in her bedroom, the one she used to share with Fallon and Brenna. There were times, like now, when she missed her sisters being around to tell her whether or not the neckline of this dress was too plain and begged for jewelry. If her hair was too curly, too straight or just right. Did her newly perfected smoky eye make her look like a hooker?
Brenna would always flop on the bed and give her two cents. You look too prudish. Lower the neckline, shorten the skirt. Show more skin. A little cleavage couldn’t hurt.
Fiona turned from side to side, studying the way the soft material clung to her breasts. “Make him wonder about what he can’t see,” she told her reflection.
The first time they met she’d looked like a pig wrestler. Yesterday she’d had time to brush her hair and put on some tinted sunscreen along with sheer lip gloss. Tonight she was going for something between demure and dynamite. Just to show him she could. If only her sisters were here to confirm that she’d pulled it off.
Fiona glanced at the clock beside her bed and her heart skipped a beat. He would be here soon. There was still time to tone it down if her mother thought she’d gone too far.
Grabbing her heavy wool shawl and black clutch purse, she headed downstairs, where Maureen O’Reilly was fixing dinner. The kitchen was a big, open room with lots of counter space, a farm sink and a big round oak table with eight chairs. Years ago, when all of them had been under one roof, they’d totaled seven.
Now, Fallon and Brenna were happily married and sharing living space with their respective husbands. Her older brothers, Ronan and Keegan, had bachelor quarters here on the ranch where they worked. The two showed no sign of settling down and it worked for them. Her mother was thrilled to have them close by.
Maureen was checking something in the oven, then straightened and turned when she heard Fiona’s footsteps on the wood floor. “Hey, sweetie. You look beautiful. That emergency shopping trip yesterday afternoon really paid off.”
Fiona looked down at the slightly flared skirt and smoothed her palms over her hips. Unlike Fallon and Brenna, their mother might sugarcoat her opinion.
“You don’t think it’s too—”
“It’s not too anything.” She set pot holders on the counter beside the pot simmering on the stove. “Not too dressy, just casual enough.”
That had been the challenge since Fiona didn’t know where they were going to dinner. “Really?”
“Yes.”
The back door opened and in walked her tall, handsome, brown-haired, blue-eyed brothers. Women were drawn to them like dieters to donuts. And both stopped dead in their tracks when they saw her.
Ronan, the oldest, whistled. “Look at you. Got a hot date?”
Brendan was hot, but this wasn’t technically a date. “I’m going out.”
“With who?” Keegan asked.
“No one you know,” she hedged.
“How do you know who we know?” her oldest brother challenged her.
Instead of answering, Fiona blew out a breath and met her mother’s gaze. “Why are they here?”
“It’s pot roast night,” Keegan said, as if that explained why these two, who often fended for themselves, had shown up for dinn
er.
“So what?” She knew she sounded like a ten-year-old, but it couldn’t be helped. The knuckleheads would not help get her to a Zen place before Brendan showed up. In fact, they’d do just the opposite. “Mom could fix pheasant under glass and the two of you couldn’t be counted on to put in an appearance.”
“Are we unreliable?” Ronan asked his mother.
“Yes.”
He walked over and affectionately slid his arm across her shoulders. “Am I still your favorite?”
“I do not have favorites where my children are concerned. I can, however, confirm that you are still the oldest of five.”
“And Fiona is the oldest girl.” There was a teasing gleam in Keegan’s eyes that women seemed to find adorable, if Rust Creek Falls gossip was anything to go by. “She’s the only one of my sisters still here for dinner. Oh, wait, she’s wearing a dress. The world has gone crazy.”
“I’ve changed my mind—” she started to say before Keegan interrupted her.
“Along with your tomboy look.”
“It’s official,” she said. “Brenna isn’t the dramatic one. You are.”
“I’m Irish.” Keegan grinned. He was awfully cute when he did that. “Drama is a badge of honor.”
“And so is being good with words,” Ronan pointed out. “Which you are, sis. You’ve verbally danced around the question of who you are going out with. Now, fess up. Who did you put on a pretty new dress for tonight?”
“What are you? The fashion police? You don’t know that it’s new.” Since when did he get hit with the observant stick?
“You’re deflecting again,” he countered. “This could be serious.”
“Or, to say it a different way,” Keegan chimed in, “what poor, unsuspecting guy are you trying to snag?”
“That’s ridiculous,” she countered.
“Is it?” He arched an eyebrow and held up three fingers while he ticked off his reasons. “Oldest girl. Still not married. Pushing the big three-oh.”
“I’d like to push you off a cliff,” she mumbled. “And for your information, not that you deserve any consideration, but I am not looking for a husband. I don’t need one to enjoy a full and happy life.”
“That’s very enlightened of you.” Keegan nodded approvingly. “I could have told you that. All you had to do was ask.”
“Can we talk about the fact that you’re alone?” Fiona made a scoffing sound. “Because, judging by your track record, you are the very last person I would take advice from.”
“Why me?” There was mock innocence on her brother’s face. “Ronan is the one who set you up with Tate Gibbs.”
A new guy in town that he’d met at Ace in the Hole, the local cowboy bar. The jerk had turned out to be a liar and cheat.
She noticed a guilty expression on her oldest brother’s face. In spite of her annoyance with these two, she didn’t want him to feel bad about what happened. Ultimately she’d made the choice to fall for her ex. It was her own bad judgment that got her heart broken. Lesson learned.
“I’m not looking to get married,” she said firmly. “I’ve stopped looking for a man. Period.”
“Keep an open mind, honey.” Up until now their mother had stayed out of the verbal volley and simply listened. Now, though, she stepped in. “When you least expect it, that’s when love will happen. When you’ve stopped looking, it will find you.”
Another tired saying that should be stitched on a sampler and hung on the wall. Fiona envied her parents’ thirty-plus years of marriage. They were still happy and deeply in love, stealing kisses like teenagers when they thought no one was watching. More than once someone would teasingly tell them to get a room. But that kind of love was exactly what she wanted. It just didn’t seem as if it was in the cards for her. And there was no way she’d settle for less.
Brendan Tanner was intriguing, she would give him that. And there was something inherently heroic about him. The way he’d handled little Jared with patience and kindness spoke to how he would be with kids of his own. And the fact that he was taking her to dinner instead of letting her pay him to fix the tractor made him seem like a really good man. But she’d been wrong before.
He was basically another stranger in town and she was definitely against getting burned again. He was certainly a pretty package and she was curious about him. But her only goal was one nice evening out.
Before she could tell the boys to go jump in the lake, the back door opened again and her father walked in, followed by his dog, Duchess. Paddy O’Reilly was a big, handsome man and his sons took after him. That was even more painfully clear when he stopped and stared at her the way they had.
“No one told me we were dressing up for dinner tonight,” he said, absently rubbing the dog’s golden head.
“Fiona’s not eating here,” Maureen told him.
“She has a date but won’t tell us who she’s going out with,” Keegan informed his father.
“Whoever he is, he’s a very lucky man.” Paddy’s eyes were filled with paternal pride. “You’re the image of your mother and she had the men falling all over themselves for a chance with her.”
“Thanks, Dad.” Fiona felt a lump in her throat.
“So who is this fortunate fella?” His eyes twinkled, proof he knew he wasn’t fooling her. Information was what he wanted. “Are we going to have an opportunity to meet him?”
“Not if I can help it.”
Oh, dear God. He would be here any minute and she wanted to spare him the awkward family once-over. Now the guardians of the Galaxy were standing shoulder to shoulder, ready to grill the guy. The poor man had done them a favor and this was how they repaid him!
With her shawl and purse in hand, she turned on her heel and hurried to the living room, planning to slip out the door. But the plan was doomed to failure and if she wasn’t so darn nervous that would have been clear to her.
All of them followed in her wake, including her mother. They were assembled behind her like the Atlantic Wall on D-day. And before she could even tell them to back off, there was a firm knock on the front door.
This was going to be a disaster. The worst part was that she actually cared her night was going up in flames. And not in a good way.
Chapter Four
The door opened onto Fiona standing there in a dark green dress, and Brendan could only stare. The material hugged her curvy body and made him ache in places he never knew he had. And the earthy color of it released the fire in her red hair. Not for the first time he thought she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. So beautiful, in fact, that it took him several heartbeats to take his eyes off her long enough to notice the four other people lined up behind her. An older man and woman, probably her parents, and two big strapping men. No doubt the brothers she’d mentioned—Ronan and Keegan.
Right then he felt really stupid in general, but even more so with the single rose in his fingers. Her family was staring at it—and him—as if he was from another planet.
Brendan held the flower out to her and said, “This is for you.”
“I figured.” She glanced over her shoulder at the lurkers, then met his gaze and rolled her eyes. “Brendan Tanner, these are my parents, Maureen and Paddy O’Reilly. And my older brothers, Ronan and Keegan. Everyone, this is Brendan.”
“Tanner,” Paddy said as he shook his hand. “So you’re the fella who fixed my tractor when I couldn’t.”
“I’ve seen the problem before, Mr. O’Reilly. I’ve worked on a lot of ranches that had tractors, a lot of different models. Including that one. I knew what to look for so it wasn’t a big deal.”
“I suppose that makes me feel a bit better,” the older man said a little grudgingly.
“It was very nice of you to come by and look at it.” Maureen O’Reilly was still a beautiful woman and her daughter was her spitting image. “And v
ery neighborly of you not to charge us for your time.”
He glanced at Fiona, who wouldn’t quite look him in the eyes. So she hadn’t told them that his fee had been taking her to dinner. She’d apparently told them he did it as a favor, out of the goodness of his heart. That almost made him laugh, since the jury was out on whether or not he had a heart.
Actually he was glad she hadn’t told them the whole truth. He would feel ten times as stupid as he already did. Neighborly wasn’t exactly how he felt looking at her in that dress. And the three men staring him down knew it. Could this get any more uncomfortable?
“So, how do you like Rust Creek Falls?” Ronan’s tone was friendly enough, but the look in his eyes said, Hurt my sister and I’m coming for you.
“It’s a nice town.” Brendan met his gaze, refusing to look away.
“People around here have each other’s backs,” Keegan said. “We protect our own. It’s how we roll.”
“Understood.” Brendan met the other man’s steely gaze and took some satisfaction when Keegan blinked first.
“Where are your manners, Fiona? We’ve been talking out here and you should have invited the man in.” Maureen looked at her daughter, then back at him. “Would you like to come inside, Mr. Tanner?”
“Mom,” Fiona said, “we have a dinner reservation.”
Brendan was pretty sure the look she gave him was saying she knew that probably wasn’t true but just go with her on it. That worked for him. “We should get on the road. Thanks anyway, Mrs. O’Reilly.”
“It’s Maureen.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He looked at Fiona. “You ready?”
“So ready.” She slid a black shawl around her shoulders and stepped outside, onto the porch. “’Bye, everyone.”
“Nice to meet you all,” Brendan said, then settled his hand at the small of her back. The gesture was polite, but also selfish, an excuse to touch her. And it backfired. The contact made him want to pull her close. Suddenly, being polite was the last thing on his mind.
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