Luke Randell stiffened, then glanced away, but not before she saw a flash of emotion. “Maybe because that family deserted me a long time ago.”
CHAPTER TWO
AN HOUR later, Luke leaned against a post on the back porch. He held a long-neck bottle in his hand as he watched Tess Meyers work her quarter horse in the corral.
Impressive. He took a thirsty drink of beer. She looked strong astride the powerful stallion, and the two together were as graceful as a ballet, moving in perfect unison in their performance.
There were a half-dozen steers in the pen, and she and Whiskey easily separated a calf from the others, then drove it back into the herd. Even from a distance, he caught her smile as she patted the horse’s neck affectionately after he completed his task.
Once again his body stirred. For the second time in hours this cowgirl had him wondering about things he had no business thinking about.
Luke sat on the porch swing and propped his booted feet on the railing. What the hell was he doing here? He never wanted to come back to this place. The home he’d once loved, where he’d been part of a family. That had ended when his parents divorced, his dad went back into the military and his mother took him to live in Dallas.
He closed his eyes and he could still hear the fights late at night. Doors slamming, his dad starting the car and driving off. The worst sound was of his mother’s crying. He hated his father for that. Most of all he hated Sam Randell for deserting them.
Now, all these years later, he had no choice but to come back here. The perfect scenario would be to sell the place, make some money and start over.
He doubted he could go back to Dallas. Thanks to a bad deal, his reputation had been destroyed in the real estate business. Because of a woman, Gina Chilton, he’d gotten involved with the wrong people. Her daddy, Buck Chilton, had invested money in his real estate venture.
In the end Luke had barely escaped criminal charges, and it had cost him everything. His employees hadn’t fared much better, but at least he’d been able to give them a severance package. That meant there’d been nothing left for him. Everything he’d worked so hard to build was all gone now. Just some personal things, his clothes and the car remained. And he had to sell the luxury vehicle so he’d have some money to live on.
Well, at least he had a roof over his head… for now.
“Hey, mister. Are you sleeping?” a young voice said.
Luke opened his eyes and saw little Livy Meyers standing on the porch step. She was wearing jeans and a ruffled pink blouse, holding her kitten.
He dropped his feet on the floor. “No, just doing some thinking.” He glanced around to see if Tess Meyers was around. “Does your mother know where you are?”
Looking sheepish, the child moved to the top step. “Kinda.” She shrugged. “She said not to bother you ’cause you were moving in. Are you finished?”
With what was left of his furniture in storage, he had only a few suitcases to empty. “Yes, I’m moved in.”
She smiled at him, and something tightened in his chest. She strolled to the swing and sat down. “I’m glad. And I’m glad you came here to live, too. You want to hold Jinx again? He likes you.”
“You think so, huh?” He couldn’t help but take her offering. He doubted many people could resist her big blue eyes and dimples. The kitten immediately curled up against his chest and closed his eyes.
“Hey, mister, see he likes you.” She studied him. “So do I.”
“Well, I like you, too. Maybe you could call me Luke.”
She frowned. “Mama says I can’t call big people by their first names ’cause it’s not ’spectful.”
“Respectful,” Luke corrected gently.
She nodded. “Yeah. Maybe I can call you Mr. Luke.”
Luke wasn’t used to being around kids. But Livy Meyers didn’t seem to notice. “Sounds like a good idea.”
Her smile widened, and he saw the resemblance to her pretty mother. But the smile suddenly disappeared when someone called Livy’s name.
They both turned to see Tess coming out of the corral. “Oh, no. I gotta go.” She grabbed her kitten and went to the edge of the porch. “I forgot to ask you something.” She came back. “What’s your favorite flavor of cake?”
He blinked. “I guess it would be chocolate. Why?”
Livy leaned forward and whispered, “It’s a surprise.” Giggling, the little nymph ran off toward her mother.
Tess approached her daughter, and he didn’t have to hear to know that the child was getting a lecture. With a nod, Livy started for the foreman’s house while Tess headed his way.
Luke stood, feeling a little rush of excitement on seeing her graceful strides, and those long legs encased in jeans and covered with worn leather chaps. She wore a Henley-style shirt and her battered cowboy hat on her head. Suddenly he couldn’t remember why he swore off women. He adjusted his own hat and went to meet her.
“I want to apologize for Livy bothering you,” Tess began. “It won’t happen again.”
“She wasn’t a bother. She asked if I was busy. So please don’t let her think I’m some sort of ogre.” Why did he care what a five-year-old thought?
“Well, she still shouldn’t have come here. I told her to stay on the porch.”
“Technically she was on the porch.”
Tess jammed her hands on her hips and frowned. “Not her porch. And with you living here now, she especially needs to know boundaries. There are too many things that could happen to her around a ranch.”
“I understand.” He nodded. “But there’s also no reason for us to avoid one another.”
“Of course.” She sighed. “I’m sorry, Mr. Randell—”
“Please, it’s Luke.”
Tess hesitated. She didn’t want to get too friendly with this man. “Luke… It’s just that there’s never been anyone living in the house.”
“Like I said, it’s temporary. And I don’t want or plan to disturb your operation.”
“So you aren’t giving any more thought to staying and going into ranching?”
Not in the last hour. “I’ve never given any thought to staying permanently,” he said stubbornly.
Tess couldn’t understand how he could walk away from this incredible property. “Maybe you should talk to your cousins before you make a decision.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah, the notorious Randell brothers.”
She didn’t miss the resentment in his voice. “Your family runs several successful businesses. There’s the guest ranch…along with horse breeding and a cattle operation. Not to mention being a supplier of rough rodeo stock.”
“Don’t forget my uncle who was arrested for cattle rustling and cousins who were juvenile delinquents. My uncle and my daddy were well-known womanizers.”
Tess tried not to react, but it was hard. “Those are old stories. Chance, Cade and Travis have all but erased that bad reputation with their work in the community. You should give San Angelo a chance.”
He blew out a long breath. “That still doesn’t make me a rancher.”
Here was her chance. “But I am. I could run this place for you.”
He stared at her for a long time. “You’re asking to be my foreman?”