Only His fg-3

by Susan Mallery

  “YOU COULDN’T DRIVE?” Tucker called, pushing off the truck and walking toward the man stepping off the private jet that had just landed at the Fool’s Gold airport.

  Nevada hung back, not sure why Tucker had asked her to come with him to pick up his father. Tucker crossed the tarmac and the two men shook hands, then embraced.

  They were about the same height, with similar dark hair and easy smiles. Nevada shifted from foot to foot, then moved toward the two of them.

  “Mr. Janack,” she said, holding out her hand.

  “Elliot, please,” he said. “Good to see you again, Nevada. You keeping my son in line?”

  “Doing my best.”

  They climbed into Tucker’s large truck. She took the rear seat. Elliot angled toward her.

  “I’m glad you’re on the team,” he told her. “Having someone local is a big asset. I remember when we were working in South America and I pissed off one of the local farmers. He cut off my water supply until I apologized and bought designer handbags for his eight daughters.” Elliot chuckled. “I don’t want to make that mistake again.”

  “You’ll be pleased to know our town council isn’t that hard to work with.”

  “Good to hear.” Elliot faced front again. “Are we on schedule?” he asked his son.

  Tucker brought him up to date on the clearing, explained about the permits for water and sewer and told him when they would start the blasting. By the time they arrived at the job site, Elliot knew as much as any of them.

  After Tucker parked, Nevada got out of the truck.

  She expected to tell Elliot goodbye and go back to work. Instead the older man motioned for her to stay with him.

  “Tucker has to make a few calls,” he said as his son walked toward the trailer. “Show me around.”

  It sounded a lot more like an order than a request, but she was okay with that. The teams were doing great work and she was proud to show it off.

  She pointed to the various clearing sites and explained how they were saving the largest-growth trees.

  “People like that,” Elliot said. “It’s good for the environment and not much more work for us. A win. How do you like working with Tucker?”

  “He’s a good boss,” she said, not sure what information he wanted. She would bet a lot of money that Elliot didn’t know about her past with Tucker, so the question was probably general rather than specific.

  “He’s going to be taking over for me in a year or so.”

  “I didn’t know that.”

  Elliot smiled at her. “He claims I’m not ready to retire, but I could start cutting back. He calls this project his last test. His chance to prove he has what it takes.”

  “That’s a lot on the line,” she murmured. While she’d known Tucker was taking on more and more responsibility, she hadn’t thought of him running the multibillion-dollar company. “He’ll do well.”

  “I agree.”

  “So, he’ll be located where the headquarters are, right?”

  “Yes. Chicago. I’m thinking of spending part of the year in the Caribbean.”

  He said something about buying a sailboat, but she wasn’t listening. Tucker was leaving. She’d always known he would — that this job was temporary. But now she understood that this project was simply a stepping-stone to something bigger. Running the family firm. Of course he would want to do that. It wasn’t as if she’d expected him to stay in Fool’s Gold.

  Location wasn’t exactly the biggest problem, she admitted to herself. It was Tucker’s attitude about relationships. Being in love didn’t mean being a fool, no matter what he thought. Not that they had a relationship, other than friendship. She knew better than to fall for him again.

  One of the guys hurried toward her. “Sorry to interrupt, boss,” he said, nodding at Elliot. “We have a problem.”

  She raised her eyebrows, waiting for details.

  “Goats,” he told her. “We have goats.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  “THIS IS A FIRST FOR ME,” Tucker admitted, leading two goats down the road. He’d had to deal with wildlife before, but not goats. At least they were friendly enough.

  “Poor Heidi,” Nevada said, hanging on to her own two goats. “I think she assumed the fencing was secure. I know she’s going to blame this one on the cows.”

  “She has cows, too?”

  “Sort of. They’re feral.”

  Tucker chuckled. “Feral cows? Is that possible?”

  “According to her, it is. They came with the ranch, but they’ve been running wild for years. The old man who used to own the Castle Ranch died a long time ago. I barely remember when he lived there. It was abandoned close to twenty years.”

  And he’d been worried that building a hotel and casino in Fool’s Gold would be boring.

  “You know those cows,” he said with a chuckle. “They can cause all kinds of trouble. Skipping class, smoking behind the gym.”

  She grinned at him. “Is this where I remind you you’re dealing with goats on your job site? Don’t mock the cows. They may come after you.”

  He laughed. “I can handle feral cows.”

  “You say that now. I noticed your dad didn’t volunteer to return them to Heidi.”

  “He’s more of a hotel guy. Too many years behind a desk.”

  “Ever since you started heading the big projects, I’ll guess,” she said.

  He nodded. After his disastrous relationship with Cat had ended, he’d thrown himself into his work. Within a year, he’d been managing a ten-story building in Thailand. The following year he’d built a bridge in India. His father had started spending more time in the office.

  “I don’t think I could live like that,” she said. “Going from place to place. I like having a home.”

  “Moving around is all I’ve known.”

  He glanced at her. Sunlight illuminated the various shades of blond in her hair. Her profile was perfect, her mouth full.

  He looked away, not wanting to stray too far down that path. It was tempting but dangerous. Better to think about the day, the bright blue sky, the trees, the rhythmic clip-clop of the goats.

  “Tell me about Fool’s Gold,” he said.

  She smiled. “I’m not sure we have that long. It has a distinguished history.”

  “I’m sure. No pirates or scoundrels here.”

  “Maybe a few, although I am a direct descendant of one of the founding families. The first people to live here were your relatives, though. The Máa-zib tribe.”

  “Strong female warriors who used men for sex, then abandoned them. Something you can respect.”

  “Appreciate might be a better word.” Humor danced in her eyes. “They left or died out. History isn’t clear on that. In the eighteen hundreds, a young woman named Ciara O’Farrell was on her way to an arranged marriage to a very wealthy older man. She fled her ship in San Francisco to look for gold and make her own fortune so she would never be at the mercy of a man.”

  “This place does something to women,” he said. “I need to warn my guys.”

  “They can take care of themselves. Do you want to hear the story or not?”

  “I do. Tell away.”

  “The captain of the ship, Ronan Kane, pursued Ciara.”

  “Ronan, like the guy who built my hotel?”

  “It wasn’t a hotel back then. He came after her and they fell in love and found gold. He built her a beautiful mansion to show his love to the entire world.” She looked at him. “That’s your hotel.”

  “Okay. I like that. Drama, a chase, a happy ending.”

  “We’re so pleased you approve of our history.”

  “Is there still gold in the mountains?”

  “Probably, but no one is looking for it. Kids sometimes go panning for gold. It’s been years since anyone discovered anything.”

  “Maybe Heidi could train the goats to sniff out gold.”

  “I’ll mention that to her.”

  They rounded a corner and saw a
n old farmhouse up ahead. It had been built in the thirties, he would guess. The roof wasn’t in bad shape, but the whole place needed painting. He wondered if any of the original woodwork remained. He appreciated craftsmanship in any form.

  A woman ran out the open gate and hurried toward them.

  “Heidi,” he guessed.

  “Looking for her goats.”

  “Maybe I should get a goat.”

  Nevada laughed. “Start with something small. Like a fish. If you can keep that alive, we’ll talk.”

  “You wound me.”

  “I’m sorry,” Heidi called as she approached. “It’s all my fault. I wasn’t paying attention and I left the gate open.”

  “Not to worry,” Nevada told her. “They found their way to the construction site and scared the guys. I enjoyed seeing that happen.”

  Heidi gave her a sad smile. “We were distracted by some bad news.” The smile faded. “A friend of my grandfather’s told us he’s sick. He needs surgery and medicine and doesn’t have insurance. It’s a terrible situation.” She took the lead ropes. “Thanks for bringing them back.”

  “You’re welcome.” Nevada touched her arm. “What can I do to help with your friend?”

  Tucker noticed the phrasing. Not “Can I do anything?” but “What can I do?” There was a difference. An assumption of getting involved. Another small-town characteristic?

  “Nothing right now, but I’ll let you know if that changes.”

  “Please do. You’re one of us now, and we take care of our own.”

  Heidi’s blue eyes filled with tears. “Thank you,” she said, and hugged Nevada. Then she turned back to the ranch, leading the goats.

  “That was nice,” Tucker said when they’d started back to the construction site.

  “I meant it. If she needs help, we’ll be there for her. We can do a fundraiser or check with the local hospital to see if they can give the guy a break on the cost.” She frowned. “I’ll go back later today and explain all that. Maybe talk to the mayor.”

  “Why would the mayor get involved?”

  “That’s the beauty of a small town. Or, at least, Fool’s Gold. If anyone tries to mess with Heidi or her grandfather, he or she is going to be messing with the whole town.”

  “You should put out a warning sign.”

  “We prefer the thrill of the surprise.”

  THE GOLD RUSH SKI LODGE and Resort sat up on the mountain at just over four thousand feet. There was plenty of snow in the winter for skiers and snowboarders, and the cold weather was also a great excuse for those who simply wished to look good sitting around the fireplace. The elegant resort was home to Fool’s Gold’s only five-star restaurant and had a monthly “chef in residence” dinner that brought in people from as far away as New York and Japan. It was the kind of place where anyone who enjoyed food looked forward to going for dinner. That meant Nevada should be thrilled to be there. Except she wasn’t.

  The invitation had come when her mother left a message on her voice mail. “Family dinner at seven. You’ll be meeting Max.”

  As Nevada had already seen Max naked, she wasn’t sure an introduction was necessary at this point. Nor was it especially welcome. What was she supposed to say? Where was she supposed to look? There were dozens of potential pitfalls and she wasn’t confident in her ability to avoid them all. Not that staying home was an option.

  She’d briefly thought about bringing Tucker with her as a distraction, but if she asked him she’d have to explain why she needed him, and she didn’t want to have to relive the moment by talking about it. Instead, she deliberately arrived a few minutes late, hoping the crowd of her brothers and sisters, their families and significant others would shield her.

  She saw Simon, Montana’s fiancé, in the lobby, talking on his cell phone. His expression was intense, so she hung back until he’d ended the call, then crossed to him.

  “Hi, Simon.”

  He tucked the phone into his suit jacket pocket, then smiled and took both her hands. “Nevada. How are you?”

  After kissing her cheek, he tucked her arm in the crook of his elbow and led her toward the private dining room off the lobby.

  She came to a stop, forcing him to do the same. “I need to ask you a medical question.”

  He faced her, his gray-green eyes meeting hers. “Of course. How can I help?”

  Simon was possibly the most handsome man Nevada had ever seen. There was a beauty to his face that made him slightly separate from others who were merely good-looking or attractive. But that was only half the picture. The other half was a set of burn scars that savaged half of his features.

  He was both beauty and beast — outwardly. From what Nevada knew of him, on the inside he was a gifted healer who sacrificed all for his patients and loved her sister with a devotion that would cause the happiest of women a slight case of envy.

  “Is there some way to erase a specific memory?” she asked. “Hypnosis or maybe some kind of electronic probe in my frontal lobe?”

  The perfect side of his mouth twitched slightly.

  “This isn’t funny,” she added, knowing she sounded defensive.

  “It’s a little funny.”

  “Fine.” She sighed. “Be amused, but I still want an answer.”

  “What do you know about your frontal lobe?” he asked.

  “Not much.”

  “Trust me. It’s not a place you want to go messing around in.” He kissed her cheek again. “Your mother is an amazing, vital woman. You should be happy for her.”

  “I am. I just didn’t want to see her ‘vital’ side. She’s my mother. It’s not natural.”

  He chuckled. “I’m sorry. I can’t help. For what it’s worth, the memory will fade with time.”

  “That’s not worth very much.”

  “It’s the best I have.”

  “And here I thought you were a gifted doctor.”

  He was still laughing when they walked into the dining room.

  She stood in the doorway, watching Simon walk to Montana, then took in the rest of her family. Kent with his son, and Ethan with Liz. Their kids laughing and talking. Dakota with Finn, who held Hannah. Nevada braced herself for the rush of memories and allowed her gaze to sweep over her mother and the tall, well-dressed man next to her.

  Here it is, she thought, trying not to wince. The memory slammed into her, making her want to cover her eyes and shriek. Instead she grabbed a glass of champagne from the table by the door and sucked about half of it down in a single gulp. To quote that dead German guy, that which didn’t kill her would make her stronger.

  She made the rounds, greeting her siblings, her nieces and nephews, spouses and fiancés, then finally, when there was nothing else to do, walked toward her mother and Max.

  Denise saw her coming and whispered something to Max, before meeting Nevada in the center of the room by the elegantly set table.

  “How are you?” Denise asked, frowning slightly. “I wasn’t sure if I should call or come by.”

  “I’m fine, Mom.”

  “That’s not what I heard.”

  Nevada drew in a breath. “I’m glad you and Max are happy. Really. It’s great. Don’t take this wrong, but I never, ever want to walk in on the two of you having sex again. Especially on the kitchen table.”

  Denise grinned. “Weren’t you even a little impressed?”

  “No. You’re my mother. I ate cereal at that table. It was too twisted for me.”

  “I know. I’m sorry. I’ll make sure the door is locked when we…you know, do it.”

  Nevada winced. “Please don’t say ‘do it,’ I beg you. Let’s call it armadillo. You’ll lock the doors when you armadillo and then no one will surprise you. How’s that?”

  Her mother laughed, then hugged her. “I can’t wait for you to have children of your own.”

  “I don’t see that happening in the near future, but, sure.”

  “Are we okay?”

  Nevada nodded. “We’re fine
.”

  “Good. Now, come meet Max.” Her mother drew her toward the man. “You’re really going to like him. He’s great.”

  “I’m sure he is. And, hey, what a butt.”

  Denise started to laugh. Nevada joined in and decided that maybe it was going to be all right after all.

  AFTER DINNER, Nevada drove home, but found herself too restless to stay inside. She changed into jeans and tennis shoes, then grabbed her keys and a hoodie and went outside. It was nearly ten and the sky was clear. She could practically touch the stars as she walked. There was a bit of nip in the air, so she shrugged into the hoodie, but didn’t bother zipping it.

  They were nearing the end of September. One morning she would wake up and the leaves would all be changed. Then winter would come and the mountains would be blanketed in white. For the most part Fool’s Gold only got a small portion of the snow that was dumped higher up, but there could be enough to slow construction. She made a mental note to go over the schedule to make sure there were contingencies and allowances for bad weather.

  Once she reached the center of town, she paused, not sure which way to go. Jo’s Bar was always an option, but on Friday and Saturday night it was more a date place than a girl hangout. Good for Jo’s business, but not so fun for single women who were restless.

  “How was dinner?”

  She turned and saw Tucker walking toward her. “Hi. It was good. I got through it without shrieking.”

  He grinned. “I’m sure that pleased everyone. You and your mom okay?”

  “We were always fine. I wasn’t mad at her, I was just freaked a little. And don’t tell me to get over it. Would you want to walk in on your dad having sex with some woman?”

  “It depends on the woman.”

  She shoved his arm. “You’re lying. It would send you screaming into the night just as much as it did me.”

  He raised both eyebrows. “You saw my dad having sex? When?”

  “Stop it. You know what I mean.”

  “Yes, I do. Come on. Let’s go back to my hotel. I’ll buy you a drink and you can tell me all about it.”