The Rancher's Secret Child. Brenda Minton

She heard about the accident on the scanner and she came right over. She’s a bit nosy. But she’s ready to take you to her place.”

      “Doc, could we have a minute alone?” Marcus asked.

      “You and me?” Doc didn’t show a hint of amusement, but a knowing twinkle lit his eyes.

      “Doc,” Marcus’s tone held a warning.

      Lissa cringed. Controlling men. They were all the same. When he’d dated Sammy, had he asked her where she was going? Who she was going with? When she would call him?

      Doc looked from one to the other of them and sighed. “Right, I’ll go check on that young man of yours.”

      Lissa watched Doc slip through the door, closing it tightly behind him. Marcus pinched the bridge of his nose.

      “Stay with Aunt Essie,” he said finally. “The flooding is going to be worse. The next few days could get pretty bad. You obviously can’t drive with your right arm in a sling.”

      Stay. She knew that this was the fork in the road. There were many in life, and this time the choice was hers and it would affect not only her life but Oliver’s. And Marcus’s.

      “Fine, I’ll stay. But I have conditions.”

      “Name your price.”

      She shook her head at the reference to money. “There is no price. I’m not after money. I’m after your time, Marcus. While we are here, you have to spend time with Oliver. And at some point we have to tell him that you’re his father.”

      “I don’t know how to be a father.”

      Of course he didn’t. But what man did? It happened to everyone. People decided to have children. They became parents. It wasn’t as if they knew how to do it beforehand. It was on-the-job training.

      “Maybe you don’t know how, but you’ll learn. I’ll be here and I can help.”

      A muscle ticked in his jaw. “That’s a lot to put on a man who, until you showed up, hadn’t planned on having a family. Ever.”

      “I understand. But you do have a son. He’s sitting in that waiting room and he thinks you’re the best thing ever.”

      “He’s a good kid,” Marcus said softly in his gruff way. She realized now it wasn’t that he was gruff. It was his voice.

      “Yes, he is.”

      She sighed, knowing the decision she had to make, and knowing that it meant eventually losing Oliver to this man, his father. “I have vacation time,” she told him. “I’ll give you three weeks to get this figured out. And I’ll help you as much as I can. But I don’t want to lose Oliver, either.” And she hoped that in the end she wouldn’t lose him, not completely.

      “I understand.”

      Her heart pounded hard against her ribs as she realized she’d just given this man a piece of her life. She’d given him a part of her heart. The part that belonged to a little boy.

      As she tried to process her emotions, he took her hand gently in his and held it briefly, before shaking it to seal the deal.

      That gentleness undid some of her fears and multiplied others. She’d come to Bluebonnet Springs thinking it would be easy to discount him as a parent. He would be the angry, difficult man that Sammy had described, and Lissa would have walked away with Oliver, thinking she had done her best.

      But he wasn’t that man. If the eyes were the mirror of the soul, then he wasn’t cruel and unfeeling. He wasn’t a monster. He had been wounded. Deeply. And he cared for his family. Very much.