Love Inspired June 2014 - Bundle 2 of 2: Single Dad CowboyThe Bachelor Meets His MatchUnexpected Reunion

by Brenda Minton

  “You’re more than good enough, Dylan. You love those kids, and that is going to make up for everything you think you can’t do.”

  “I hope you’re right.”

  “I am.” She smiled with confidence, in him.

  In that moment, looking at her the way she was now, the grown-up version of the girl he’d kissed once on a dare, he thought maybe he hadn’t been kidding when he asked her to marry him. He had to figure out his new life as a dad. She had a lot to get through in her life. Neither of them needed complications.

  * * *

  A few minutes later, a truck rumbled up the driveway. He heard it coming, then heard a trailer rattle to a stop. He walked to the front door just as Jackson walked up the steps whistling a country song and looking like a guy who had everything in his life worked out.

  Dylan pushed the door open and Jackson grinned and walked inside. “Is that Harmony’s car out front?”

  “You know it is.”

  “Then you two are serious and not just playing everyone? Because I would have bet the farm on this all being subterfuge.”

  What in the world was he supposed to say to that? Dylan stared at his older brother, just long enough to look guilty. Finally he got it together. “I didn’t know you knew the word subterfuge or how to use it in a sentence.”

  “Funny, but you know what I mean. You. Harmony. Pretending to like each other so everyone else will leave you alone. In your case, no one tries to fix you up with the perfect woman. And she gets to relax a little without everyone trying to fix her.”

  “I’m not sure...”

  Jackson laughed, then quieted when he saw Callie and Cash sleeping on opposite ends of the couch. “What’s wrong with the kids?”

  “Stomach virus.”

  “Need anything?” Jackson whispered as he headed for the kitchen.

  No, Dylan thought, he and his fake girlfriend were handling things just fine. But instead he said, “No, I’ve got it covered.”

  “Hey, Harmony,” Jackson said as he headed for the coffee. “I hope you made the coffee. Dylan can’t even boil water.”

  “I can boil water and cook.” Dylan shot his brother a warning look. Jackson could get under a guy’s skin, even when he was being the most supportive member of the family.

  “I’ll take your word for it.” Jackson stood in the kitchen holding a cup of coffee and looking from Harmony to Dylan and back to Harmony, before grinning like the cat with a cornered mouse. “You two should think about this.”

  “Think about what?” Dylan brushed a hand through still damp hair.

  “Don’t get all testy.”

  Harmony started to stand. “I should go.”

  “Sit down.” Jackson said, still smiling but no longer joking. “I’m on your side. I’ve been watching the two of you and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out that you all—” he pointed to Dylan and then to Harmony “—aren’t a couple. Well, maybe a couple of fools. And really, I think what you’re doing is smart. Why not help each other out and get a break from all of the people wanting to fix your lives? Smart.”

  Harmony sat in stunned silence. Dylan cleared his throat. He looked at her and hoped she’d relax and breathe. “We’re two people helping each other out, Jackson. Isn’t that what friends do? I don’t remember telling anyone we’re a couple.”

  Jackson set his cup in the sink. “No, I guess you haven’t really said that, but you’ve let people think it.”

  “No, we’ve let people know that we don’t need help because we’re helping each other.”

  “Right. Of course. And it’s good to know you’re helpful, because I need your help loading some cattle to take to town. And tomorrow I need your help moving the hay we baled last week.”

  “I’ve got two sick kids. Don’t you think Gage can help?”

  “Gage took Layla to Eureka Springs for a few days.”

  “We need to get Bryan back in the country.”

  “Sorry, our little brother called last night and said he’s staying longer. But he’s coming home for Thanksgiving and Christmas.” Jackson stepped away from the counter. “If you can’t help, I’ll see if I can round Blake up.”

  “No, he can help. I can watch the kids.” When Harmony spoke, Dylan shot her a look.

  “Harmony, helping each other out doesn’t include babysitting.”

  “No, it doesn’t, but I’d like to. If there’s a problem, I’ll call you.”

  “Are you sure you’re...”

  She pushed herself to her feet. “Don’t ask me if I’m up to it. You know that I am.”

  “I know you are.” He stepped close, just a foot between them. He’d been wrong, she didn’t smell at all bad. She smelled like springtime. His gaze caught on her loose, blond curls. He wanted to twist his finger around one of those curls.

  Jackson fortunately cleared his throat. “We should be going then. The sooner we go, the sooner we get back.”

  “Are you sure?” Dylan asked again as he backed away from temptation.

  She smiled a little. “Of course I am.”

  He didn’t kiss her goodbye, even though he really wanted to. A kiss goodbye would have given Jackson enough ammunition for a year. Instead he slid a hand down her arm and stepped away, following his older brother out the front door.

  When they were in the truck and driving down the road, Jackson shot him a disgusted look. “Are you twenty-seven or seventeen?”

  “Shut up.”

  Jackson chuckled. “Remember when I dared you to kiss her?”

  “Yeah, I remember.”

  “She was a wild thing back then.”

  “Yes, she was.” Dylan watched farmland flash by the window. They were heading for a hundred acres a few miles from the main Cooper Creek ranch. “Do you have a point?”

  “Not really, just thinking that she’s grown up a lot. She’s gone through some stuff.”

  “Yes, she has.” Dylan took off his hat and brushed a hand through his hair. “Jackson, if you have something to say...”

  “I’m not sure what I want to say.”

  “That’s a first.” Dylan laughed. “Look, it isn’t anything. It’s just a friendship.”

  “Right. Of course it is.” Jackson slid him a knowing look. “Maddie was helping me with Jade. Sophie helped Keeton with Lucy because they were friends. Jesse helped Laura with Abigail because she needed a friend. Need I go on?”

  “No, I think you’ve made your point.”

  “Gage helped Layla with Brandon.”

  “You can stop talking now.”

  Jackson slowed the truck for the sharp right turn. In the rearview mirror Dylan watched Jackson’s dog lean with the movement of the truck and then he barked at cars driving past them.

  “We Coopers are a helpful bunch,” Jackson continued.

  “Yes, we are. It’s the way we were raised.”

  “And we love nothing more than family.”

  Dylan sighed, a way to let Jackson know he was tired of the conversation.

  Jackson didn’t stop, though. “I’m just saying, little brother, that you’ve got history with this woman, and she has history she’s trying to get past.”

  “Have you noticed I’m taller than you, so maybe stop with the little-brother label?”

  “Just an inch or two taller and I’m quite a bit older.” Jackson pulled the trailer around and backed up to the gate. “Get out and open the gate.”

  “When is it going to be your turn to open the gate?”

  “When you’re not around to do it.”

  Dylan swung the gate open and Jackson backed the trailer to the opening. Dylan moved cattle panels to block the space between fence and trailer so they didn’t have any cattle escape.

  Jackson joined him a
moment later. “I brought the gray gelding for you.”

  “Thanks.”

  Jackson laughed and Dylan gave him a look he couldn’t misinterpret. Jackson knew he didn’t like riding the gray gelding. Every time a guy rode that horse, it took fifteen minutes to convince the animal he’d been broke for years. The gelding started every ride off like he was still green. He’d bunny hop, walk stiff-legged like he meant to throw a guy, toss his head and in general act like a colt. Eventually he’d settle down and do his job, though.

  “You’re welcome.” Jackson grinned big and adjusted his hat to block the sun.

  It took them less than thirty minutes to bring in the steers that they had to load. The dog did the running, keeping up with any animal that tried to cut from the herd. True to nature, the gray gelding had given Dylan a bone-jarring ride the first fifteen minutes. As they moved steadily toward the round pen and the trailer, the horse had settled into an easy trot, his ears pricked forward, his attention focused on the job.

  Dylan’s attention was anywhere but the job. His mind had shifted from cattle to Harmony and the look on her face when he’d suggested getting married. That had been just about the silliest notion ever. Settling down wasn’t on his radar. He’d never met a woman who made him think about taking the walk to the altar.

  Harmony deserved more than his halfhearted proposal. He’d tell her that later.

  Something caught his eye. It darted, moving fast. A rabbit. It raced past his horse and the dog turned, thinking he might chase the rodent. The gelding took a wild lunge to the left and gave a mighty buck that sent Dylan flying off his back, hitting the ground hard.

  As he tried to suck oxygen into his lungs, he heard Jackson laugh. Dylan eased into a sitting position, glaring at his brother.

  “I’m selling that horse,” he growled at Jackson as he closed the gate of the round pen, enclosing the cattle that milled and avoided the open trailer.

  “Need help getting up?”

  “No, I don’t need help.” He breathed deep, catching his breath at the sharp pain in his side. “I really don’t like that horse.”

  “You shouldn’t have been daydreaming. You’re better than that.”

  “Thanks, I know that.” Dylan pushed himself to his feet. He hadn’t been thrown in years, and it didn’t feel good to his body or his ego. “I wasn’t daydreaming.”

  “You were back at your house sitting at a kitchen table wondering if Harmony is the love of your life.”

  “I’ve never wanted to hit you the way I want to hit you right now.” He took off his hat, straightened the brim and dusted off his pants before grabbing the reins of the horse that had politely waited for him to get off the ground.

  “Violence, the first sign of love. Do you know how many times a brother of ours has threatened to hit me in the last couple of years?” Jackson swung down off his horse and gave the dog a command. The blue heeler finished the job of loading the cattle and Jackson stepped inside the stock trailer to close a divider that would keep the cattle in the front portion and leave room for the horses at the rear of the trailer.

  Dylan loaded his horse and limped to the front of the truck, ignoring Jackson’s questions about his health. No, he didn’t need a doctor. And no, he wasn’t in love with Harmony Cross.

  “End of story,” he muttered as he climbed in the truck. He leaned back and pulled his hat down low over his eyes, blocking out the sun—and the smug face of his brother.

  Chapter Nine

  Harmony cleaned Dylan’s kitchen after he left with Jackson. Cash woke up first, toddling into the room, his thumb in his mouth. She offered him crackers and tea. He sat in the chair and nibbled the crackers and then sipped from the teacup.

  She didn’t know what else to do for him, and the only person she could call, her mom, was hundreds of miles away in Nashville. If she did call, what would she say to Olivia Cross? She remembered her parting words and cringed.

  Rather than calling, she sat at the kitchen table with Cash in her lap and swiped away a few stray tears that trickled down her cheeks. She shouldn’t have blamed her parents. Her heart ached at the memory, then she buried it, instead choosing to hug the sleepy little boy curled against her shoulder.

  “Harmony, are you crying?” Callie walked through the door from the living room dragging a child-size quilt and a teddy bear.

  Harmony smiled and shook her head. “No, sweetie, I’m fine. I made tea that I think will help you.”

  “I don’t like tea.”

  “This is a different kind of tea. It tastes like ginger and cinnamon and apple. Will you take a few sips for me?”

  Against her shoulder, Cash nodded. She smiled down at the little boy. She wondered if he remembered his mommy. She knew that Callie did. The little girl had told her earlier that her own mommy used to have blond hair before she got sick. The child’s memory had left a lump in Harmony’s throat.

  Sometimes she thought she remembered her own mother. The memories weren’t pleasant. They were of a woman who always looked too thin, who never seemed warm and loving. She didn’t want to be a replica of Olivia Cross’s sister, Patricia. Her real mother.

  “Let’s get your tea and we’ll go sit in the living room together.” She put Cash on the ground. “Callie, can you take your brother to the sofa?”

  Callie nodded, took Cash by the hand and the two tottered off together, the quilt dragging along behind them.

  Harmony fixed a second cup of tea and as she did, she dialed a familiar number. When her mom answered, Harmony sobbed.

  “Harmony, honey, are you okay?”

  She sniffled and brushed away the tears. “I’m good, Mom. I just...” Where did she start? “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for letting you down. I’m sorry for the mess I’ve made of my life. Most of all, I’m sorry for what I said to you. I need time, but not distance from my family.”

  Olivia Cross was silent for a moment, and Harmony wondered if it was too late for apologies. She waited, holding her breath as she stirred honey into the cup, adding an ice cube to cool the liquid.

  “Harmony, I love you. You are my daughter in every sense of the word. My sister might have given birth to you, but you are my flesh and blood. Mine. We just want you happy again.”

  “I’m working on that. Coming here to Dawson was the right decision. Probably one of the first right decisions I’ve made in a long time.”

  “Harmony, can I have soup?” Callie stood behind her, still holding the blanket. From the dirty edges, Harmony thought the child must find a lot of security in the patches of cloth sewn together.

  “Of course you can.”

  On the other end of the phone her mother cleared her throat. “Who is that?”

  “Dylan Cooper’s daughter,” she said, looking down at Callie.

  “I see.”

  No, her mother didn’t see. “I’m helping him with the children.”

  More silence and Harmony couldn’t explain, not with Callie standing by the table watching her. “Mom, I should go. I’ll call you soon. But I wanted you to know that I’m doing really well here.”

  “I knew you would. Harmony, your dad has some information for you.”

  Harmony had found chicken noodle soup in the cabinet and she opened a can while she listened.

  “My sister.” Olivia Cross’s voice softened. “Your mother is in Missouri. We’re trying to find her exact location. If you want to see her.”

  Did she want to find the woman that had given birth to her? It wasn’t the first lead over the years. In the past she had tried to find Patricia Duncan without telling her parents. Since the accident and everything that followed, Olivia and Gibson Cross had offered their help.

  They thought maybe finding Patricia would help her fill the empty spaces in her life.

  “I’m not sure.�
�� Harmony set the pan on the stove to heat. “Let me think about it.”

  “Okay. If you want, I could go with you.”

  Harmony smiled at the offer. “Thank you, Mom.”

  The call ended. Callie had decided to sit on the floor. She had her blanket close to her face and her eyes looked sleepy again. “I don’t feel good.”

  “I know you don’t. Can I carry you to the table?” Harmony held out her arms and Callie allowed herself to be picked up. It was a short distance to the table. Harmony held tight and thought about not falling, not failing.

  There were people in her life counting on her. She had to count on herself, too. She eased Callie into a chair and went back to the stove for the soup that had started to simmer. As she poured it into two bowls the front door opened. She carried a bowl of soup to Callie.

  Dylan walked into the kitchen. No, he limped. She let her gaze slide from his face to the clothes now spotted with dirt and grass stains.

  “What happened to you?”

  He gimped to the table and pulled out a chair to sit. “Jackson and that half-wild horse he likes to put me on happened to me.”

  “Do you need a...”

  “Doctor? No, thanks, I’m fine. It isn’t the first time I’ve been thrown.”

  She smiled. “I wasn’t going to say doctor. I thought maybe you’d like another shower. You stink.”

  As she pulled another can of soup out of the cabinet, she looked back at him and saw the flash of a grin. He shook his head and leaned to say something to Callie. Callie laughed at whatever he whispered in her ear.

  “No fair, telling secrets,” Harmony warned. “Do you want soup?”

  “Soup sounds great. Did you do okay? I mean...” Dylan’s cheeks turned a light shade of red.

  “We were just fine. They slept most of the time that you were gone.”

  “I think I could use a nap, too.” Dylan yawned and Callie did the same. He pulled her into his lap and she settled her blond head against his shoulder.

  Harmony turned away from the sight and concentrated on the soup. She waited until it reached a simmer and then she filled a third bowl. After placing the soup in front of Dylan she reached for her purse and then stood awkwardly, not knowing what to say.