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As she trudged outside back to Travis’s truck, stunned and a bit shell-shocked, Scarlett had to bite the inside of her mouth to keep from demanding answers from him. She couldn’t help but feel like he’d enjoyed himself a bit too much in there.

Kind of like his mother was a piranha and Scarlett newly trapped bait he’d hung dangling above the water for Vivian to snap at.

But since he’d already made it clear he didn’t trust her, she kept her thoughts to herself.

At least his sister had been friendly.

Everyone else’s reactions were far too weird, with the exception of Delilah and Hal himself. She could understand her presence was a shock and they’d need time to adjust, but still. Why no one could even pretend to be happy that Hal had a long-lost daughter, she didn’t understand.

Whatever she had expected, it hadn’t been this. She’d entertained dreams of being welcomed into a new family; a bit naive, clearly. Truthfully, she hadn’t thought much beyond getting to know her father and, while she’d never expected to find him with a terminal illness, she saw no reason for Travis and his kin to doubt her.

Maybe she should have expected some resistance. After all, to these well-established existing members of Hal’s family, she’d just come up out of the woodwork. Clearly, Hal hadn’t even known Maggie was pregnant when she’d walked out on him. Though nothing could make up for the years without a father, knowing he hadn’t deliberately ignored her all this time felt like salve upon her wounded heart.

Still, Vivian was Hal’s ex-wife. Why would she care if Hal had a daughter from a prior relationship? Why would this bother anyone? They all acted like Hal was a multimillionaire whose fortune Scarlett had come to steal. What they didn’t seem to understand was, if she’d truly been a gold digger, she’d have taken one look at Hal’s worn and battered furnishings and turned around to beat a retreat as quickly as she could.

These people didn’t know her, but if they’d take the time to try, they’d realize money was the last thing she cared about. Her mother had left her enough to ensure her comfort. And even before Scarlett had left the art gallery where she worked to care for her mother, she’d been able to save a significant amount with the goal of eventually opening her own gallery someday.

She’d temporarily put that dream on hold. What she wanted more than anything was a relationship with the man who’d sired her.

Bittersweet now too, as his time on this earth was apparently limited. She’d be damned if she’d let anyone take that away from her.

“Wait,” Travis said, just as she reached the side of his truck.

She spun around to find him right there, mere feet away from her. Handsome as sin and sexy as hell. She reached up, cupped her hand along the side of his ruggedly chiseled cheek. Desire flared. It must have shown in her eyes or on her face because he muttered her name and then hauled her up against him, covering her mouth with his.

Too stunned to react at first, she froze, heart pounding, blood pumping. As he slanted his lips over hers, a jolt of fire shot through her. In the same way that had compelled her to touch him, he acted as if he couldn’t help himself. She could relate. Punishing and angry, true. At first. Opening her mouth to him, she kissed him back with a hunger that surged up from deep within her and surprised the hell out of her.

When he finally lifted his head from hers, her entire body quivered.

“Let’s go,” he rasped, releasing her so quickly she stumbled backward.

What the actual hell? Yanking open the truck door, she swung up and clicked the seat belt into place without saying a word.

Travis cleared his throat, probably intending to apologize. She ignored him. He turned the key, started the engine and put the vehicle in gear. They headed back to the main house in silence.

Lost in her own thoughts, she couldn’t help but wonder if the kiss had affected him as deeply as it had her. Honestly, his behavior completely baffled her. She alternated between anger with him and annoyance at herself for enjoying the kiss far too much.

The truck had barely stopped rolling when she unhooked the belt and jumped out, striding into the house without a backward glance. Though technically, she and Travis really needed to discuss what had just happened, right now she felt way too frustrated to even attempt to deal with him.

Hal waited in the living room, his wheelchair parked in front of the television. His tired face lit up the instant she walked into the room, which instantly banished her exasperation.

“Hey there,” she murmured, crossing the room to crouch near him.

“Delilah said she thought she saw you and Travis go off in the pickup,” he said, smiling.

“We did.” Travis came inside, his gaze flicking over Scarlett before returning to Hal. “Since she says she’s staying awhile, I took her out to meet Vivian, Amber and Will.”

“Excellent.” Hal chuckled. “Well, Scarlett? What’d you think?”

“They all seemed...nice,” she said, aware she sounded lame but aware she had to be careful what she said.

Hal burst out laughing, which quickly turned to a rasping cough. Delilah bustled into the room. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Hal managed, trying to straighten up. “My daughter is funny.”

Behind her, Scarlett swore she could hear Travis grinding his teeth.

“I’m sorry,” she ventured. “I wasn’t trying to be amusing or anything. I didn’t actually spend a lot of time with them, so can’t really form an opinion.”

For whatever reason, this comment had Hal and Travis exchanging looks.

“It’s okay,” Hal finally told her. “Vivian can be a handful, but she has a good heart. I’m not sure about her new boyfriend, Frank, but if she likes him, that’s okay with me.”

“I didn’t meet him,” Scarlett replied.

“He doesn’t live on the premises,” Travis interjected. “He just visits.”

Despite trying not to, she found she kept sneaking looks at his mouth. The raw sensuality of his kiss had taken her by surprise. Worse, she found herself wanting to kiss him again.

Which made her think she must be losing her mind.

“What’s for supper?” Hal asked, eyeing Delilah. Since she was a nurse-type aide, Scarlett wondered why everyone seemed to expect her to cook.

If cooking wasn’t supposed to be in her job description, Delilah didn’t seem to mind. She simply smiled and told them they’d have to wait and see. When she disappeared into the kitchen, Scarlett jumped up and followed her.

“Let me help,” she offered.

“What?” Delilah shook her head. “That wouldn’t be right. You’re a guest.”

“I’m family,” Scarlett insisted firmly. “And as far as I can tell, your official capacity here is something like a nurse’s aide. Am I right?”

“Sort of. I cook, clean and do whatever I can to help Hal feel comfortable. You might call me a jack-of-all-trades.” She chuckled at her own joke. “And tonight I’m just making sloppy joes and french fries. It’s a simple matter of browning the meat and baking the fries. I bake them so there won’t be as much grease. Hal’s stomach can’t handle a lot of fat.”

“Do you use ground beef or ground turkey?”

“Turkey or chicken. It’s healthier. But don’t tell Hal or Travis. Since they run a cattle ranch, they tend to frown on any meal that doesn’t include beef. Now go back in the other room and keep your father company. I’ve got this handled. I’ll let y’all know when it’s time to eat.”

Scarlett did as she was told. This time, she took a seat on the end of the couch closest to Hal’s wheelchair. Travis had lowered his big body into the recliner and both men seemed intent on watching the news.

Half an hour later, Delilah announced it was time to eat. She’d set everything out on the dining room table, along with plates and utensils. She’d also poured four tall glasses of ice water. “Dig in,” she said, standing back and beaming.

The simple meal tasted delicious. When Travis went back for seconds, Scarlett gave in to temptation and did the same. When Delilah brought out a fresh pan of brownies for dessert, both Scarlett and Travis groaned.

Naturally, they had to sample the brownies, especially when Delilah offered vanilla ice cream to put on top.

“That was great,” Hal said, even though he’d only taken a few bites out of his food. Scarlett noticed the way both Delilah and Travis exchanged worried glances. As soon as possible, she planned to ask Hal more detailed questions and do her own research. She found it hard to believe that not a single doctor could figure out what ailed Hal. There had to be something they were overlooking. She at least had to try to find it.

After taking a nibble of his brownie, Hal wheeled himself into the living room, parking his chair in front of the television. He used the remote to turn the set on, ready to be engrossed in whichever of his favorite shows might be about to come on.

Delilah mentioned she needed to get home, so Scarlett shooed her out of the kitchen and took over washing dishes. A moment later, Delilah said goodbye and left.

When Travis appeared and grabbed a dish towel, Scarlett glanced up at him in surprise, but didn’t argue. They worked side by side in silence, she washed and he dried. The simple camaraderie of the chore almost made her think they could be friends. Almost. If she didn’t think about the kiss, that is.

The kiss. Handing him the last clean plate, she chanced a sideways glance at his profile. Rugged and masculine, he looked steadfast and strong, like someone you could count on in a storm. She’d never have guessed that firm mouth could also be tender and passionate. But why? He clearly disliked her. So why’d he kiss her like a man dying in the desert getting his first mouthful of rainwater?

He looked up and caught her staring, so she hurriedly busied herself rinsing out the sink. Should she ask? Or would that be making too big of a deal over a single kiss? While she dithered, he hung up the dish towel to dry and left the kitchen, taking the opportunity with him.

When Scarlett went back to the den, she realized Hal had fallen fast asleep in front of the TV. Chin on his chest, he looked fragile, parchment-thin skin stretched too tight over hollows and bones.

Heart aching, she sighed, catching Travis’s gaze. “I want more time with him,” she murmured.

“I do too,” Travis quietly responded as he got to his feet. For one startled second, she thought he might kiss her again. Instead, he grabbed his cowboy hat off the coatrack and dipped his chin in a goodbye nod. Then he slipped out the door to head home. He left without speaking, or even giving her a chance to ask the question that had bothered her ever since he’d kissed her.

Disappointed but not surprised, Scarlett locked the door behind him. Interesting how the instant he left, so did her restless tension. Now that he was gone, maybe she could finally relax. It had been a long day.

Kicking her heels off, she sat and swung her legs up on the couch. Massaging her aching feet, she thought maybe the time had come to invest in a pair of flats or, heaven help her, some boots. Though she adored shoes and had managed to amass quite a collection of heels, what worked in downtown Atlanta seemed foolish out here in the middle of nowhere on a cattle ranch.

Settling into the comfortable sofa cushions, she looked around the room and marveled at how quickly this place had come to feel like home. Despite the weathered furniture and a decorating style that screamed early 1980s, the ranch house gave off a genuine, rustic vibe.

Though most of that was probably due to the man dozing in his wheelchair. Her father. Words she’d never believed she’d be able to utter.

Watching Hal sleep in front of the TV, her throat felt tight. She’d gone thirty years of her life without a father. It didn’t seem fair that she’d finally found him, only to learn he was dying from a terrible, apparently incurable and completely unknown disease.

All she could do was make the most of the time he had left. Travis and his family may not want her here, but Hal did. That was what mattered.

Since Delilah had gone, Scarlett wondered if she needed to take Hal back and help get him ready to sleep. Earlier, when Hal had shown her the room that would be hers, Scarlett had seen the hospital bed that had been set up inside the master bedroom. She’d also seen the oxygen tank and IV pole. She wouldn’t have any idea what to do.

And, since everyone had gone, Hal must be used to doing it all himself.

But she wasn’t sure. As she pondered, Hal opened his eyes and blinked. “Are you still awake?” he asked. “What time is it?”

“Nearly nine,” she told him. “Travis went home and I’ve been sitting here relaxing. I’ve been wondering—do you need help getting from your chair to your bed?”

“Nope. I’m not there yet, sweetheart.” He wiggled his bushy eyebrows at her, making her laugh. Right after that, he yawned, not even covering his mouth with his hand. “I am tired, though. I think I’ll turn in. Will you be okay with me leaving you alone?”

Impulsively, she jumped up and gave Hal’s weathered cheek a soft kiss. “I’ll be fine. Good night,” she said softly. “Sleep well.”

Beaming, he nodded. “You too.”

Once he’d wheeled into his room and closed the door, Scarlett shut off the TV and retreated to her room. Once there, she closed her door and pulled out her laptop. She linked to Hal’s Wi-Fi—secretly surprised he had one, and then went in search of his router so she could get the password. Once she’d done that, she accessed the internet so she could research Hal’s symptoms.

Cancer seemed most likely, but Travis had said that had been ruled out. The weight loss and lack of appetite, the wasting away, those were all serious symptoms. And she figured the doctors had thoroughly investigated each potential disease.

Things didn’t look good for Hal. Travis had tried to tell her, but she didn’t want to believe him.

Her throat ached. She’d stay here as long as Hal would let her, no matter what Travis or his family thought. She’d look on the positive side and consider it a blessing she’d get to spend time with Hal at all and that she hadn’t located him after it was too late.

And she’d continue looking. Just because there were a thousand possible illnesses, she wouldn’t give up easily.

* * *

Travis started the morning the same way he’d done for the last ten years. Got up, showered and dressed, and made a single cup of coffee, taking care not to wake anyone in the house. Then he hopped into the cab of the truck and Travis drove himself to Hal’s house to have breakfast.

In the old days, Hal would have the meal ready before Travis arrived, but as Hal got sicker, Travis had taken over the duty. He had two specialties—scrambled eggs with onions, peppers and hot sauce, and biscuits and gravy. Both of them were pretty darn good, if he said so himself.

As he made the turn into the drive, he saw Scarlett’s little red car. At least he wouldn’t have to deal with her this morning. He doubted she got up before ten.

But when he strolled into the kitchen, he stopped short at the sight of her sitting at the table with Hal, heads bent close over steaming cups of coffee. His traitorous heart skipped a beat. She wore no makeup and she’d pulled her glossy black hair back into a jaunty ponytail, which showcased the delicate lines of her features.

Before he could help himself, he managed to zero in on her kissable mouth, until he quickly dragged his gaze away. She managed to look lovely and sexy and natural, all at once.

And way too damn cozy with Hal.

Suppressing a sharp stab of resentment, Travis worked on manufacturing an easy smile. “Good morning,” he said, nodding at her before looking at Hal.

“Mornin’.” Hal grinned. “Scarlett here was just fixin’ to fry up some eggs.”

Though he wondered if she really knew how to cook, Travis nodded. “Sounds great.”

His tone mustn’t have been too convincing, judging from the narrow-eyed glance Scarlett sent his way. Travis shrugged and poured himself a mug of coffee before taking a seat at the table. “You know you don’t have to cook,” he said. “That’s usually my job, at least for breakfast.”

In the act of placing a large skillet on the stove, she turned. “You can cook?”

“Barely,” Travis allowed. “Judging from your tone, you don’t believe it.”

“Show her,” Hal said, grinning. “She’s our guest and really shouldn’t be making her own meals.”

“Nonsense.” Scarlett stood her ground. Those ridiculously high heels of hers had the effect of making her legs look even longer. “I don’t mind helping.”

Travis debated getting up and asking her to sit down, but if she really wanted to make breakfast, he truly didn’t mind. “Knock yourself out.”

Shaking his head, Hal went back to reading the paper. He passed the sports section over to Travis, just like he always did, but Travis barely glanced down at the page. He couldn’t seem to tear his gaze away from the woman standing in front of the stove.

With her back to him, she moved with a sensual grace, despite the tall shoes. Today, instead of her usual fancy dress, she wore a pair of formfitting blue jeans. He had to admit, she filled them out a heck of a lot better than he’d imagined.

When she glanced over her shoulder, as if she’d felt his gaze on her, he blinked and hurriedly looked down at his newspaper. He read the cover story three times, not absorbing a single word.

A few minutes later, she set a plate down in front of him. Three perfectly cooked eggs, two slices of bacon and toast. She placed an identical plate in front of Hal, before returning to the stove to fetch her own.

“Did you want some orange juice?” she asked, her direct gaze and her sweet tone daring him to find something wrong with his breakfast.

“No thanks,” he replied, changing his mind when Hal asked for some.

Finally, all three were seated, the hot meal in front of them. “This looks great,” Hal enthused, before digging in.

Again, Scarlett glanced at Travis, as though she expected him to make a snide comment. Instead, he nodded. “It does look great. Thank you.”

He ate, trying not to be too obvious about the fact that he was also watching Hal. The man had to take nourishment sometime. If he didn’t, he’d not only continue wasting away, but he risked having heart and kidney issues.

To Travis’s relief, Hal ate most of one egg and an entire piece of toast. He only nibbled on a slice of bacon, but that was definite progress.

When Scarlett caught his eye, he realized she was thinking the same thing. A sudden image of his hands tangled in her hair, pulling it loose from the ponytail, before he placed his mouth over hers and tasted her once more.

What the... Quickly glancing down at his plate, he concentrated on sopping up the rest of his egg with his toast. Why the hell had he given in to impulse and kissed her in the first place? Now he couldn’t get her out of his head.

But he would. Immediately.

“What’s on the agenda today?” Hal asked. Travis looked up, realizing the older man was addressing him. Relieved, he listed all the chores he had in mind for today. Though they were remarkably similar day to day, Hal knew this all too well. Running a ranch entailed supervising various ranch hands and making sure they did what needed to be done. There was always fence needing repair, cattle needing rounding up or feeding. Though Travis preferred spending his day on horseback, taking care of a ranch this size often entailed using his pickup.

As he wound down, he became aware of Scarlett watching him. The hunger he thought he saw in her gaze rekindled his own desire, simmering flame igniting into an instant inferno.

Look. Away. Mindlessly, he reached for his coffee cup, gulping down the last two swallows. “I’ve got to get going.” He pushed back his chair, scraping it on the linoleum floor.

Trying not to rush, he strode to the coatrack, grabbed his hat and crammed it on his head. He slammed outside without another word.

Though today was one of those days when he probably needed to take the truck, instead he went to the barn and saddled up his favorite gelding. He needed to clear his mind and get himself straight. Not only did he still not trust Scarlett Kistler, but he couldn’t help but be aware of how the lure of a sexy woman had brought stronger men than him to their knees.

And it wasn’t just that he wanted her. He could tell she wasn’t the kind of love ’em and leave ’em woman who could handle a strictly sexual fling. Which was all it could ever be between them. She definitely wasn’t the type who’d thrive on a ranch, with a simple man like him. Angry that his thoughts had even gone down this path, he shook his head. His horse snorted, sensitive to his mood.

Calming himself, he slipped the bridle on and adjusted the bit. Working the familiar motions of saddling his horse helped. Climbing up, swinging his leg over and settling into the saddle helped even more.

When he rode out onto the dirt trail, he felt like himself again. The easy rhythm of hooves hitting the earth, the warm spring breeze and the birdsong from the nearby trees helped to erase his tension.

His cell phone rang, startling him. Caller ID showed the landline from his house, which meant either his mother or his sister needed something. Despite the fact Travis had told both of them numerous times not to call him during the workday unless it was an emergency, they still did.

Since he still had a few more minutes before he reached the area where he knew the men would be working, he went ahead and answered.

“Good morning, son,” Vivian chirped. “I tried to catch you before you left, but I overslept.”

In all the time she’d been living with him, he’d never once seen her up before sunrise, so he didn’t reply.

“Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about that girl.”

Of course she did. She’d been out late the night before, so she hadn’t gotten the opportunity to bring it up before bedtime.

“What about her?” he asked, unsuccessfully trying to keep from letting his annoyance show.

“Do you think she’s for real?”

“What I think isn’t important. Hal believes she is, so that’s all that matters.”

Her expressive sigh told him what she thought of that.

“I’d planned on going over there today to visit with Hal, but now I’m not sure I should,” she said. “But I need to try to get to know her. I feel like I should try to keep Hal from getting hurt.”

“I feel exactly the same.” Inwardly wincing, he went ahead and said it anyway. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to get to know her. You and Amber might be able to learn things about her more easily than I would.”

Vivian laughed. “Okay, you twisted my arm. It’s always best to keep your enemies close.”

Poor Scarlett. He almost felt sorry for her, as if he’d unleashed a horde of locusts or something. His mother definitely could be a force to be reckoned with.

“You never know,” Vivian continued. “She might be for real. Anyway, I’ll keep you posted.”

“You do that,” he agreed, and ended the call. He fought back the desire to call the main house and warn Scarlett. Where had that notion come from anyway?

He’d just settled back into the saddle, enjoying the natural beauty of the landscape, when his phone rang again. He groaned, especially when he realized it was from the same number.

“What now, Mom?” he asked, by way of greeting.

“It’s not Mom, it’s Amber,” his sister replied. “Did you really just sic Mom on Scarlett?”

“I wouldn’t put it quite that way. If Scarlett’s planning to be around awhile, which she said she is, she needs to get to know everyone.” His answer, while true, sounded weak, even to him.

Amber snorted. “You have a point, but maybe you should have let it happen a bit more gradually instead of having Mom go at her full strength.”

Ahead, he could see the group of ranch hands, loading cattle into chutes in preparation for the work they had to do.

“Look, Scarlett’s a grown woman. I’m sure she can handle anything Mom throws at her. Now, unless there’s anything else you need, I’ve got to get to work.”

“Nope, I’m done. But a word of warning, big brother. Don’t be surprised if this backfires on you.” She ended the call before he could ask her what she meant.