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ОглавлениеScarlet sensed it was time to leave. She hadn’t expected the visit to go well, but she’d hoped...
What? That the McCullen men would welcome her into their family as Joe had?
They didn’t even know her. Besides, according to Joe, the three brothers had their own differences to work out. Throwing a surprise half brother in the mix that they were unaware of and adding her—who was not even blood kin—had to rock their foundations.
They might even find some loophole to prevent her from receiving what Joe had intended her to have.
A pang hit her. If that happened, she’d live with it. Lord knows, she’d handled rejection before.
Truthfully, she wasn’t even sure Barbara had ever wanted her.
At first she’d welcomed her as the daughter she’d never had, but later, Scarlet suspected Barbara had only tolerated her because she thought it might help her win Joe back.
And Bobby... He’d hated her from the beginning.
She stood, Ray’s tormented expression tearing at her heart. “I really am sorry about just showing up. I wish Joe had told you about us.”
“He was a coward,” Ray said.
She bit her tongue to keep from agreeing. Even thinking that made her feel disloyal for all Joe had done for her. But she’d been hurt that her own mother had abandoned her when she was little, and she didn’t understand why Joe had allowed his deception to continue for so long.
He had put Ray in a bad spot and left him harboring a secret that must have hurt him terribly.
“He said he wanted to protect your brothers,” Scarlet said. “He hated disappointing you all.”
“Don’t defend him, Scarlet.”
“I’m not defending him,” Scarlet said. “But everyone makes mistakes, Ray.”
Ray’s frown deepened, making his eyes look haunted. “I’ll call the lawyer and talk to him about this, but for now, I think you’d better go.”
So much for making friends with Ray.
No wonder he and Joe had butted heads. They were both stubborn and hardheaded.
He gestured at the door, and she walked toward the entranceway. This old farmhouse had been in the family forever, Joe had said. It was homey and warm. The pictures of the landscape and horses on the walls showcased life on the ranch.
A family portrait of Joe, his wife and the three boys when they were little hung in the hallway like a shrine to the McCullens.
As a little girl, she’d been so alone when her mother had abandoned her. She’d lived on the streets for a few days with a homeless woman. She’d slept in alleys and deserted barns and eaten garbage.
Then she’d gotten sick and the old woman had pushed her into a nearby church with a note saying she had no home and needed help.
She’d developed rheumatic fever, and her heart had been weakened from her illness, making matters worse. No one had wanted to adopt a sick child, so she’d ended up at the children’s home.
Ray opened the door and a gust of cold air blasted her, sending a shiver through her. She clutched her shawl around her shoulders and held her head up high.
She’d been called names, ostracized from social situations and left out of sports because she’d been small, sickly and poor.
She wasn’t sickly anymore, and she didn’t intimidate easily. Joe had taught her to respect herself and fight for what she wanted out of life.
She wanted a family of her own someday.
She’d hoped to be part of this one. But that didn’t look as if it would happen.
So she hugged her shawl around her and ran to her Wrangler. Even if the McCullen men didn’t want her in their lives, their father would forever live in her heart.
* * *
RAY IGNORED THE guilt stabbing at him for his rude behavior with Scarlet.
When people died, especially people who owned land or money, predators crawled out of the woodwork wanting a piece of the pie.
He had to investigate Scarlet and her claims. But if she was telling the truth about there being a half brother, then he and Maddox and Brett would have to deal with the fallout.
And there would be fallout. Especially if their father had left him part of Horseshoe Creek.
He watched the woman disappear down the drive, his throat thickening with mixed emotions. If his father had volunteered at this children’s home and cared for her, it meant that he hadn’t been the cold bastard Ray believed him to be.
Yet...how could he have lived such different lives? Two families...
After his mother’s death, Ray had wondered if his father would marry that other woman. Barbara.
When he’d remained single, Ray had wondered why.
He still wondered.
He scanned the long driveway. Would Barbara show up next?
Wind swirled leaves inside the front door, and he realized Scarlet was long gone, so he shut the door. What the hell was he going to do now?
The furnace rumbled, the sound of wood popping in the fireplace, and he strode back to the living room and studied the family picture on the mantel.
The smiling faces mocked him. They looked like the perfect family.
But the picture was a lie.
Joe had another side to him. He’d slept with this woman Barbara and had a son with her.
And Scarlet...she was the wild card. The stranger he’d given a home to make amends for the mess he’d made.
Ray rolled his hands into fists. He had to find out the truth before the reading of the will.
Dammit, Dad, I’m still covering for you, aren’t I?
Yeah, he was. But he hated to destroy his brothers’ worlds if he could protect them. After all, Maddox and Brett had both just married.
Brett had been the womanizer, but he’d sowed his oats, and he wouldn’t be a cheater like his old man.
One reason Ray had never gotten serious with a woman. If his old man hadn’t been able to handle commitment, how could he?
He pulled his phone from his jacket, punched in Bush’s number and left a voice mail.
“This is Ray McCullen. A woman named Scarlet Lovett paid me a visit and claims my father left her some money and land. She also claims my father had another son who is a beneficiary. My brothers don’t know anything about this yet, and I want to be prepared, so I need to talk you to before the reading of the will. Call me as soon as you get this message.”
An image of abandoned children living in a group home taunted him and made his gut squeeze with guilt. If Scarlet’s story was true, he’d be a bastard to contest his father’s wishes.
He grabbed his Stetson and headed outside. He’d drop by that group home and find out for himself.
* * *
SCARLET HELD HERSELF together until she reached the edge of the McCullen ranch, but she was trembling so hard by then she had to pull over. She parked beside a sawtooth oak and studied the sign for Horseshoe Creek, then gazed at the beautiful rolling pastures and the rocky terrain in the distance.
Joe had regaled her with stories about raising cattle and working with his sons on the ranch, and about cattle drives and branding in the spring. He’d had big dreams of expanding the horse side of the operation, but when Ray and Brett left Pistol Whip, he and Maddox couldn’t handle expansion without them.
The sun was setting, painting the ridges of the mountains beyond a golden hue and the sky a radiant red and orange. Cattle grazed in the pasture to the east, and horses galloped near a stable to the west.
She understood why Joe had loved this land.
And why his sons would want to hold on to it.
Tears trickled down her cheeks. Ray and his brothers were still mourning their father.
So was she. But just like the rest of her life, she had to do it alone. She’d kept her distance at the funeral for fear someone would ask about her relationship with Joe. Plus, she’d respected him too much to intrude on his sons’ day.
Maybe she should just disappear from the McCullens’ lives now. Forget the will reading. Not ask for anything.
She had her memories of Joe. That was all she needed.
She started her engine and headed back toward her rental house.
She had survived being abandoned as a child, and now she’d earned her degree in social work and was helping other children like herself. She had a fulfilling job and she was giving back.
Even if she was alone at night, it didn’t matter. There were children who depended on her. She wouldn’t let them down just like Joe hadn’t let her down.
Her stomach twisted. Which meant she couldn’t run from the McCullens.
She needed the money Joe had left her to help The Family Farm.
* * *
RAY STUDIED THE sign for the children’s home—The Family Farm. The house was set back on several acres with room for livestock and stables, but he didn’t see any cattle or horses.
He maneuvered the drive and parked in front of the rustic wooden structure that reminded him more of a fishing lodge than a home for children.
Someone had probably designed it that way. Smart.
A big front porch overlooked the property, the two-story house more welcoming than he’d expected. A van was parked to the side with an emblem of a circle of children holding hands and the name painted on the side. Two other vehicles were parked in the graveled lot. Probably employees.
He climbed out and walked up the steps, then knocked. A pudgy middle-aged woman with a short brown bob answered the door. “Yes?”
“My name is Ray.”
“Faye Gideon,” the woman said with a warm smile. “What can I do for you?”
“May I come in and talk to you?”
A slightly wary expression flickered in her eyes, and she wiped her hands on a kitchen towel. “It’s dinnertime for the kids. What’s this about?”
He didn’t want to divulge that he was a private investigator yet. “I recently met a woman named Scarlet Lovett. She said she grew up here.”
Faye’s eyes widened, but a smile flitted across her face. “Yes, Scarlet. She did live here. Now she’s a social worker and helps place kids in forever homes when she can.” She opened the door and stepped onto the porch. “What did you say your name was?”
“Ray McCullen.”
She pressed her hands to her cheeks. “Oh, my goodness, I thought you looked familiar. You’re one of Joe’s boys, aren’t you?”
Ray swallowed. “Yes, ma’am. You knew my father?”
“Of course!” Faye grinned. “He volunteered here. That’s how he connected with Scarlet. But if you’ve met her, you probably know all of this.”
So Scarlet’s story was true.
“I’m so sorry about your daddy,” Faye said. “We all loved him. He was so wonderful with the children. We used to be in this old house nearer to town, but it was small and run-down, and Joe helped us build this place. Now we have twelve rooms, a big kitchen and land for the children to run and play.”
Ray couldn’t believe what she was saying. This wasn’t the man he remembered from his high school years at home.
“We’re all sad that he passed and will miss him,” Faye said. “Do you want to meet the children? They’ll be thrilled to visit with one of Joe’s sons. He talked about the three of you all the time.”
Emotions welled in Ray’s throat. Why hadn’t his father told him about this place? About what he was doing?
Because you left and never came back. You refused to talk to him.
And now it was too late.
* * *
SCARLET PARKED AT her rental house outside Pistol Whip, still shaken over the conversation with Ray McCullen. But there was nothing she could do tonight except give him time to process the bombshell she’d dropped on him.
Heart heavy, she let herself inside the tiny house. Although it was small, she had filled it with homey furniture, handmade quilts and crafts from Vintage Treasures, and she’d hung photographs of the farmland where the orphanage was housed on the walls.
She loved the beautiful landscapes and had been excited about Joe’s plans to add a stable and horses so the children could learn to ride. He’d also intended to add farm animals and assign the children chores to teach them responsibility. Working together would make them feel like a real family. God knows, most of them were plagued with self-doubt, insecurities and emotional issues.
She lit a fire in her fireplace, brewed a cup of tea, then grabbed her files and spread them on the kitchen table. She was most worried about one of the preteen boys, Trenton Akers. He was angry and lashing out at everyone, which made it more difficult to find him a forever home.
But there was a four-year-old, Corey Case, who a couple from Cheyenne were interested in. She opened the file on the couple to study their background check, but a noise outside startled her.
She went to the back door and peeked through the window in the laundry room. Wind hurled leaves across the backyard that jutted up to the woods. Night was setting in, the gray skies gloomy with shadows.
Suddenly she heard the doorknob jiggle, and she crept to the back door. A second later, the door burst open and Bobby appeared. He’d always been a foot taller than her, but he’d gained at least twenty pounds, making him twice her size.
Her lungs squeezed for air at the fury radiating from him. Beard stubble covered his face, and he reeked of alcohol and cigarettes. “Hello, sis. We have to talk.”
Scarlet inhaled sharply. “Bobby, you’re drunk. Come back when you’re sober.”
He gripped her arm, then dragged her toward the living room and shoved her against the wall. “No, Scarlet. We’re going to talk now.”
Fear crawled through her. She’d borne the brunt of Bobby’s temper before, and barely survived it.
No telling what he’d do now that Joe wasn’t around to protect her.
