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In the dusky-blue guest bedroom of the modest house her sister rented, Ava stared out the window at her three-and-a-half-year-old daughter, Lily, who was laughing and playing in the backyard with the lively elderly woman from next door and her two granddaughters. The three little girls were side by side, playing in the green plastic box Rita had filled with sand the day after they’d gotten there.

Ava felt her heart tug as she looked at her daughter. Lily loved the outdoors, loved to romp and play and make friends. But New York City wasn’t built to accommodate a little girl with wide open spaces and a truckload of animals on her mind. Nor was it the best place to make friends.

In playgroup and out, her daughter had had a hard time of it. She was different, strong minded and passionate. Someday soon, those wonderful characteristics would have her wondering who her daddy was—and where he was.

A fact which scared Ava, but she knew such a need was inevitable and that her daughter deserved to know the truth.

Lily’s cheeks glowed with health and happiness as she played. Long auburn hair, almond-shaped eyes and a sweet face with an upturned nose and a sprinkling of freckles. In many ways she was a miniature version of her mother. But there was her father in her, too: dark-gray eyes that looked straight through to your soul, long legs and a fiery temper when she was frustrated.

On a weary sigh, Ava turned away from the window and grabbed the phone book off the top of the little white shabby-chic dresser. She needed to find a different place to stay—somewhere where there wasn’t even the most remote possibility of Jared Redwolf stopping by.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

Ava glanced up to see her sister walk into the room, balancing a box of cookies under one arm and two glasses of milk in either hand. A still-shot flashed through her mind of a ten-year-old Rita bringing her cookies and milk on one of their mother’s antique trays. As they grew up, Rita never tired of attempting to raise Ava’s spirits when something went wrong, no matter if it was as minute as a put-down from their father, or as enormous as the horror in junior year when busty Tina White had flirted her way into the part of Laurie in their high school’s production of Oklahoma!

What was especially amusing—and endearing—to Ava was that Rita still believed that cookies and milk were a cure-all for the blues.

Where Rita was the dreamer, impulsive and romantic, Ava mused, smiling. She was the responsible one—practical and cautious. To their mother’s delight they were truly characters.

Ava had always loved to hear the story about her and Rita’s names. Their mother, Olivia Thompson, had been a stand-in for actresses Ava Gardner and Rita Hayworth during a brief stint in Hollywood. One summer, she met Ben Thompson at a convention in Las Vegas, fell head over heels in love with him and had left all the glamour and her friends behind. But for her mother, those days had never been never far away. While she’d dress Rita and Ava up in old costumes and powder their little noses, Olivia would tell them how much she missed the Hollywood life and all the exciting people.

It was only a few years later that her mother had died.

“So, who are you calling?” Rita asked, tugging Ava back from the past.

“I’m calling all the motels in town.”

Rita gasped. “You’re not going to abandon me in my hour of wedding need, are you? Besides, there’s only one motel in town now, and it’s full up with rodeo folk.” She set the milk and cookies on the bedside table. “’Course, there’s Carolyn’s Bed and Breakfast. But Carolyn’s not renting any rooms right now because of the flood.”

Ava’s brow furrowed. “Her rooms are on the top floor.”

“Not from the rain.” Rita popped a cookie into her mouth and grinned. “Waterbed incident.”

Ava put a hand up to stop Rita from saying anything more. “Got it.”

Rita reached out and took her sister’s hand. “Please don’t leave. I’m sorry about today. I was a horrible sister.”

“Not horrible. Just exasperating, interfering and a devious little pain in the—”

“Okay, okay.” Rita fell back onto the bed. “Look, I love you and I want to see you happy. What Dad did four years ago was so unbelievably wrong and unfair. I just thought maybe if you and Jared talked things over it would help the situation, maybe heal some old wounds.”

Ava smiled halfheartedly. “I appreciate that, little sister, I really do, but you saw how he looked at me today. The damage is done. It’s over.” She eyed her seriously. “And by the way, what Dad did wasn’t your fault.”

A stain of pink brushed Rita’s cheeks and she looked away. “I could’ve helped you.”

“No, you couldn’t have. You were too young.” Ava sighed. “There was no painless way out of that situation. If I had gone to Jared, he and his grandmother would’ve been out on the street. Dad promised me that. And I wasn’t going to let that happen.”

“They have a big house now, you know.” Her tone was leading and hopeful. “And no financial worries.”

“I know,” Ava said quietly, then pointed at the cookies. “Can I have one of those?”

Rita laughed and thrust the package toward her. “Have two.” She sobered momentarily. “Are you going to see Dad while you’re here?”

A flicker of apprehension coursed through Ava. “I don’t think so.”

“Maybe introduce him to his granddaughter?”

“He’s made his feelings about Lily all too clear.”

“He really changed when you left. Well, after his car accident. That bump on the head seemed to knock some sense into him and some understanding into his heart. I think he’d really like to see you, Ava. I think he has some regrets.”

Ava shook her head firmly. “I can’t take that chance. I won’t have Lily hurt. I have enough to deal with in Jared.” She nodded at the phone book. “That’s why I should find another place to stay.”

“Oh, c’mon. He said he wasn’t coming to the wedding, right?”

“Right.”

“So what are you worried about?”

Ava shrugged. Jared had promised not to come to the wedding, which meant he probably wasn’t stopping by for an invitation. “I guess I really shouldn’t be, huh?”

Companionably, they sat together on the bed, eating their cookies and drinking their milk.

Rita broke the silence. “He still has feelings for you.”

“Oh, I know. Hatred, contempt—”

“Whatever it is, you have to tell him the truth.”

“I tried once, remember?”

Rita put her arm around Ava. “You have to try again.”

“I just don’t think he’s ready yet.”

“He’s not ready? Or you’re not?”

Ava grabbed another cookie, stood up and walked over to the window to check on her daughter. She didn’t even want to contemplate Rita’s suggestion. Jared hated her now. And more than likely, after their exchange today, he wouldn’t be coming within a mile of her—

The thought died. Ava’s throat tightened and her hands began to tremble.

Through the thin pane of glass and dusty screen, a scene she’d imagined a thousand times in her head was unfolding. Lily had abandoned the sandbox and her friends and was standing beside the rosebushes talking to a tall, gorgeous Cheyenne.

“You got any horsies?”

Jared smiled down at the cute little girl with her large eyes and long copper ponytail. “Seven of them.”

It was late afternoon, but the sun was so hot it could simmer chili. It was the kind of day that begged for water or shade. Or lemonade, he thought as the little girl sitting in front of him awkwardly handed him a Dixie cup from the kid-size plastic table that sat on the brick patio near the grass.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said and downed the cool, tart liquid.

He wondered who she was. Probably another one of Mrs. Young’s grandkids—although she didn’t look like one of those black-haired tikes. And if she was one of the Young kids, why was she over at Rita’s place? Barbecue? Could be. Paradise was a real family kind of town.

He waved at a tired-looking Mrs. Young, then glanced down at the little girl who was tugging at his jeans. It was no spoiled, frilly-dressed young lady who looked up at him. No. The little girl who had introduced herself as Lily was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt, her cheeks and hands smudged with dirt. She was a tomboy, he could tell that the minute he’d walked into the backyard and she’d jumped up from the sandbox and leaped over the side like a circus performer—with no fear, only blind confidence. She had to be around three or four, but he wasn’t sure. She wasn’t totally forthcoming on that front, opting instead to pepper him with questions. Not that her pluck bothered him. He liked kids. Just didn’t know many, that’s all, didn’t have much experience around them.

No brothers or sisters had meant no nieces or nephews.

Lily crooked her finger as though she had a big secret to share, and he bent down to hear her whisper, “My mommy reads me a book about Appaloosas.” The word came out sounding like apple and ooosas. “You got Appaloosas?”

He nodded. “Two. Soon to be three.”

“You might buy some more?”

“Nope.” He sat back on his heels. “My mare’s about ready to foal.”

“What’s that?”

“She’s going to have a baby.”

The little girl clasped her hands to together and let out a sound that resembled a squeal. “A baby?”

He chuckled. “Yep.”

“When?”

“At the end of the week, I expect.”

“Oh, I want to see. Please?” she asked. “I can help. I’m gonna be a good horsie rider when I get big.”

A shadow fell between them on the grass. Jared stood and saw Ava walking toward the little girl, eyes wary and nervous.

“Mommy,” Lily called to her with a wide smile. “This is Jared.”

Mommy. Jared’s gut constricted, making his breathing tight. This little girl was Ava’s…child? The word cut deep, as did the idea that Ava had been touched by anyone but him. Although he knew she’d been married, he’d ripped the knowledge from his mind. Didn’t want to think of her with another man. But here it was right in the face, proof-positive.

“I know who he is, Lil,” Ava said at last, her green eyes fastened on him, questioning him. Why was he here and when was he going to leave? they seemed to ask.

About twenty minutes ago, he’d been tearing down Route 15, all fired up, ready to ask some questions, ready to do battle with the woman who held all the answers. But this little girl had stopped him, quelled his ire and charmed the socks off him as her mother had done so many times in the past.

Like Ava was doing right now, just standing there on the grass, watching him, her arms crossed protectively over her chest. He cursed silently as all thoughts in his head disintegrated while his gaze traveled over every inch of her. The pink satin potato sack she’d been wearing earlier was gone and in its place was the reminder of how luscious her body had been and still was. His groin tightened. White shorts, white T-shirt and chunky sandals. Long, tanned legs, high, full breasts and toes painted the color of his saddle.

Jared wanted only to be angry, feel the rage he’d been holding inside for so long, but this woman had a power over him. The sun pierced through the slats in the overhang like torrents of golden rain, backlighting Ava. Complete with a halo of blond locks, she looked like an angel. Too beautiful to behold. Well, too beautiful for him to hold.

Jared turned to Lily. “Your mom and I used to know each other.”

Lily looked wide-eyed at her mother.

Ava smiled, then she glanced back at Jared. “Did you change your mind about coming to the wedding—”

“Not exactly.” He eased off his Stetson and wiped his brow. This was not going as planned. One thing was certain, he thought as he looked at the two of them. He sure as hell wasn’t going to interrogate Ava with her daughter around. It would have to be another time, another day.

Mother and daughter, he thought as he watched them sit down on the grass side by side, then start methodically picking blades of grass, discarding them. Why in the world hadn’t he thought about the possibility of a child? What a fool he was. She’d left Paradise to get married. And children were a natural progression in a marriage.

“When can I come see the horsies?” Lily asked, forcing Jared back into the present.

Jared smiled. “You’re welcome at my place anytime.”

“Now?”

“No, Lil,” Ava said quickly. “We’re about to have dinner.”

Undaunted, Lily said, “Tomorrow?”

Ava shook her head. “No. We…have plans.”

She sounded utterly panicked, Jared noticed. Hell, she looked panicked. Obviously she didn’t want him around her child. What did she think he was going to do?

His jaw tightened.

They’d talked about children once. The first night they’d made love. Late into the night in the small tack shed he’d fixed up to look romantic. They’d talked about everything: their future, being together, kids. Then he’d pulled her close, kissed her hungrily and made love to her again. Jared shook the images of wet skin and heated mouths out of his head. He wasn’t here to reminisce. She owed him an explanation and tomorrow would be the perfect time to get it. Muna could take Lily to see the horses and he and Ava could talk.

“What are we doing, Mommy?” Lily asked.

Ava startled. “When?”

“Tomorrow.” Jared supplied dryly.

“Oh. Well, I thought I’d take you to the movies. That cartoon you wanted to see is playing.”

“No,” Lily said, her brows drawing together. “I wanna see Jared’s horsies. One’s gonna have a baby.”

Ava tucked a stray hair behind Lily’s ear. “Jared’s a very busy man, sweetie.”

In other words, Jared thought, she thought he should be leaving, getting back to that busy life and getting out of here. Fine, he’d give her what she wanted and be on his way. But not without a promise for tomorrow.

“I wanna help him with the baby horsie, Mommy.”

“Oh, Lil. He doesn’t do that himself. He hires a vet to—”

“Actually I do help in the birth,” Jared interrupted.

Ava’s brows rose considerably. “You do?”

“Don’t sound so surprised,” he said tightly. “I am good for more than asset allocation and stock portfolios. I was pretty handy on a ranch once upon a time.”

Ava felt like crawling beneath the blades of grass that fluttered in the breeze under her hand. She hadn’t said one sane word since she’d seen him and Lily together. She amended, “I know you are. I didn’t mean that. I just never knew that you helped with foaling, that’s all.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Ava.” He jammed his hat back on his head. “And there’s a lot I don’t know about you.”

The thin shelter of grass was far too open a place to hide, she thought. She scanned the ground, ashamed of those kinds of thoughts. She knew better than anyone that running away never solved a thing. Was she going to run forever? Was she ever going to stop, take a deep breath and face life?

Admittedly, facing life, past and future was partly why she’d come back to Paradise. She looked up into Jared’s severe but magnetic gaze and found no shelter, no safe place to fall, only a deep yearning and seething anger.

At that moment, Lily jumped to her feet in a fit of spirit. “You can help us, too, Mommy.”

“Listen, Lil, I never said—”

The little girl put her hands on her hips. “C’mon, peas?”

Saying no to the word “peas” was near to impossible.

“First things first,” Jared said to Lily. “Why don’t you two just come by tomorrow, then we’ll see about helping with the foaling.” He nodded at Ava. “My house at noon? Can’t miss the place. Out the highway, then a right at Wes Lamb’s place and down a few miles.”

Ava opened her mouth to speak, then closed it as she shook her head. “I know you’re really busy with your work. We can—”

“There’s a lot to catch up on.” He arched a brow at her. “I’ll make the time.”

“See, Mommy. He said he makes time.”

Yes, he did, Ava thought, frustration setting in for the second time that day. She knew now that he wasn’t here to get an invitation to Rita’s wedding. He’d come here for answers. But Lily’s presence, her existence, had thrown him, so he was pushing for tomorrow when he could get her alone. The thought unnerved Ava in ways she didn’t want to explore.

“Can I pet the horsies, Jared?” Lily asked, her eyes dancing.

“I don’t see why not.” He gave her an easy smile. “It’ll be good for them to see a pretty face after looking at the ranch hands’ ugly mugs day in and day out.”

Lily looked at her mother. “Mommy? Peas…”

Jared tipped his Stetson back. “Ava?”

It was a challenge—and one she knew she shouldn’t back down from.

The unrelenting heat from the sun burned through her clothes. And no cool breeze was sent to rescue her. She felt herself nod. “All right.”

Lily squealed. “I’m gonna tell Auntie Rita.”

Yeah, tell Rita. She’s going to love this.

“She’s a great kid, Ava,” Jared said as Lily took off into the house.

“Thank you.” She gave him a tight-lipped smile.

“So, where’s her father?”

She felt her smile fade. “Excuse me?”

“Your husband? Where is he?”

“As I said, we’re not together anymore,” she said quickly, coming to her feet.

A shadow passed over his eyes. “I can’t help but wonder why you kept your last name.” He looked up at her, his steely gray gaze searing through her. “Look, I was going to wait until tomorrow. But maybe we can get a head start.” His brows raised expectantly. “Don’t you think I’ve waited long enough to hear the truth?”

“The…truth,” she fairly stuttered as she turned away sharply, searching for the right words anywhere else but in his eyes.

She didn’t get very far.

Her hand brushed against the picnic table, knocking over the pitcher of lemonade. She fought for her footing as ceramic crashed against brick, as liquid and ice spilled everywhere. Her pulse pounded in her ears. In an instant, she was on her knees grabbing for the shards of orange and green earthenware, Jared beside her.

Her mind churned at a hundred miles an hour. He wanted to hear the truth. But which truth?

Ava sucked in her breath and dropped a shard of broken pottery. Clutching her hand to her breast, she glanced down, her index finger stinging and aching. Tiny droplets of blood fell from her finger onto the ground and onto the jagged square of ceramic.

Jared reached for her hand. “You cut yourself.”

“I’m fine,” she said, pulling away from him. The last thing she needed was for him to touch her.

“Let me see it, Ava.”

“No. It’s nothing.”

He took her hand anyway. Wasn’t that just like him, she thought as she gave in to his strong, callused fingers, prying open her tight fist. A small gash marred her index finger. Nothing serious, just a bad scrape, but Jared was really focused on it. He grabbed one of the quickly melting ice cubes off the ground and placed it on the cut.

Ava sucked in her breath at the sharp pain.

“Sorry,” he whispered, rolling the ice over the cut in small circles. “It isn’t deep. No permanent damage done.”

She glanced up at him, her traitorous gaze tracing the open collar of his shirt, then stopping to stare at his smooth, tanned chest cut with pure corded muscle. Her fingers twitched in remembrance of how his chest felt beneath her hands, against her breasts. Beads of ice water trickled down her wrist, begging her pulse to slow.

“Ava, dinner’s ready.”

Rita called her from what seemed like a land far, far away. But it was enough. Ava pulled her hand and her gaze away from Jared and stood up.

He followed suit. “You should get some peroxide on that.”

She nodded.

“And I should go.” He touched the brim of his hat and started to walk away.

Last chance. To what? she thought. Run away, escape, try to get out of this neighborly call that wasn’t going to turn out very neighborly? She said, “Listen, Jared, about tomorrow.”

He turned and cut her a sideways glance. “What about it?”

She bit her lip. This was getting ridiculous. There was no escaping the inescapable. He deserved the truth. Hell, he demanded it. And whatever happened tomorrow she’d deal with it—here or back in New York. At least she and Jared could be free of a four-year burden. She took a deep breath, praying that he was ready to hear what she had to say. “We’ll be there at noon.”