“Then we go back to Montana and figure it out on our own.” His hand rested against his jean-covered thigh. She was suddenly intrigued by his long, tapered fingers.
He went on to say, “And we will figure out something. I promise.”
She glanced at his face and saw his sexy smile. Her heart went zing and she had to look away. No! She wasn’t going to even think about this man like that. Okay, so maybe it was normal, since she hadn’t been in a romantic relationship in a while. That was still no excuse to think about Vance Rivers that way. She was no longer that dreamy-eyed teenage girl who wanted his attention. No way was she getting involved with him.
When the plane stopped at the gate, she unfastened her seat belt as Vance stood and reached up into the overhead compartment. He took down her carry-on and his duffel, along with his cowboy hat. He stepped back to let her out into the aisle. The small space made it impossible not to brush up against him. She inhaled his scent and could feel his hard body. Again the zings. Okay, so that hadn’t changed over the years; he still appealed to her, a lot.
Since they had their only luggage with them, they went straight to the car rental booth. Vance got a midsize sedan and started to climb into the driver’s seat.
Ana looked at him. “Can you drive the L.A. freeways?”
He took off his hat and tossed it in back. “We’ll soon find out.”
“Here’s the address for Josie’s business.”
Vance took the paper and entered the address in the GPS, then headed for the 5 Freeway. They ended up in the older section of Los Angeles not far from Griffith Park. It was a two-story stucco building with a Spanish design.
They got out of the car and walked up to the directory on the wall. It didn’t take long to find the right office. The sign on the glass door read Slater Style.
“Catchy name,” Vance said.
“That’s what Josie’s all about.” Ana released a breath. “Okay, let’s get this over with.”
Vance nodded, opened the door and allowed her to step in ahead of him. The small reception area consisted of a desk and chairs that lined the opposite walls. But there wasn’t a soul in sight.
Vance checked his watch. “I guess everyone’s at lunch. Did you tell Josie you were coming?”
“No. I didn’t want her to find an excuse to keep me away.”
Suddenly the door opened and a familiar woman, carrying a take-out food sack, walked in. However, it wasn’t the twin they expected to see here.
Vittoria Slater had dark hair, the same pretty smile as her older sister. “Ana? What are you doing here?”
“Tori?” Ana rushed to her and they hugged tightly. “I think you know my reason for coming to L.A. But what are you doing at Josie’s office?”
“Well, as of a few months ago, it’s my office, too. I quit my job and decided it was time I went out on my own.” She nodded. “Josie offered me office space here. I decided to give my own web-design company a chance.”
Tori had their mother’s coloring, the olive skin, midnight-dark eyes and ebony hair. Her hair was shorter now, cut just below her chin.
Ana was excited for her sister, knowing how unhappy she’d been with her previous company. But Ana was a little sad that she hadn’t shared this with her.
“That’s great. So how is business?”
“Good. Several of my old clients came with me, and I like being my own boss.” Tori finally noticed Vance across the room and she blinked in surprise. “Vance, good to see you.” Her smile faded. “Wait a minute, has something more happened to Colt?”
“No, your dad is still the same,” Vance told her. “I’ll let your sister explain the rest.”
“We need to talk about what to do,” Ana stated. “Dad isn’t going to get better right away, so we’ve got to discuss...some things. The ranch, mainly.”
The anger was evident in Tori’s eyes. “It can dry up and blow away for all I care. I hate that place.”
Ana wasn’t surprised by her sister’s reaction. “Tori, you can’t mean that. It’s our home.”
The younger twin shook her head. “It was just a big, old house to me. Dad was happier when we finally all left.”
Ana wasn’t surprised by the animosity toward their father. “I understand your feelings, but right now, Colt can’t speak, or make decisions for the Lazy S. I’m going to remind you that the ranch has been in our family for three generations.”
Tori began to speak when the office door opened and another sister walked in.
“Hey, Tori, it’s about time—” Josefina Slater stopped and stared. “Ana! What are you doing here?”
“Is there an echo in here?” Ana hugged the other twin. Josie had fair skin with long, golden-brown hair and the Slater blue eyes. Except for the shape of their faces and their smiles, the two twins couldn’t look less alike.
“To answer your question, since you didn’t come home, I thought I’d come here.”
Josie’s gaze went to Vance as he nodded in greeting. “And you felt the need to bring reinforcements? Hi, Vance. It’s been a long time.”
He smiled. “Good to see you again, Josie.”
Ana turned back to her sisters. “Vance is here to help convince you both of the seriousness of the situation.” She wasn’t foolish enough to think this would be easy.
Josie’s frown told her that she wasn’t going to be easily swayed. “Like I told you when you called last week, I have a big event coming up. I can’t leave right now.”
Ana was sad that they wouldn’t come back home for their father. “I understand that, being an event planner, you need to be here, but I’m talking about our father. We’re a family.”
Josie shared a glance with her twin, then said, “It seems you and Vance have it under control. You two seem to make a pretty good team. We’ll give you permission to make any decisions. So there’s no reason you had to come here and try and rope us into going back home.”
And it wasn’t getting any easier, Ana thought. “We came here because we need to make some decisions about Dad.”
“Has something else happened?” Josie asked.
Ana saw the flash of concern and was encouraged. “No, he’s the same, and he’ll start physical therapy soon.”
“That’s good, isn’t it?” Tori asked.
Good, there was more concern. “The reason we’re here isn’t so much about Dad as it is about the ranch.”
“What do you mean?” Josie asked. “Can’t Vance handle things while Colt recovers?”
He gave a nod, but didn’t say anything.
“It’s more than running the ranch.” Ana started to explain, then said, “I wish Marissa was here, too. She should be in on this.”
“Maybe I can make it happen,” Tori said, and motioned them into her office. Vance, Ana noticed, sat down in the reception area.
Her sister went behind the desk and opened the laptop. “If she’s not out on a location, Marissa should be home.” After several keystrokes on the computer, a picture came up, then the real thing.
“Hey, Tori.”
“Hi, Marissa.”
“What’s going on?”
“Quite a bit, actually. Got someone here who wants to talk you.”
Ana stepped in front of the monitor. She felt tears burning her eyes as her baby sister appeared on the screen, sitting at a desk. “Hi, Marissa.”
“Oh, Ana,” she sighed. “You’re in California?”
She nodded. “I only wish I could see you in person, too. How about I come down to San Diego? If you’ll be around.”
She saw the panic in her youngest sister’s eyes. “Well...maybe, but it’s not a good idea right now. I’m going to be out on a shoot all this week. How long are you planning to be here?”
“I need to get back soon to take ca
re of Dad.”
Marissa hesitated, then asked, “How is he?”
Ana glanced across the office at Vance, happy for his support. “He’s holding his own. That’s why I’m here. Uncle Wade came to see me a few days ago. Since Dad is temporarily incapacitated, there needs to be an executor to take over.”
“So Uncle Wade is the boss now?”
“No, he isn’t. Dad named Vance and me.”
The twins shot a look across the office at him. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Josie said. “He’s always treated Vance like family.”
Vance didn’t say a word for a moment. It was true, Colt had always treated him fairly. Although he wasn’t happy about the man’s treatment of his daughters.
“Seems I’m the only one who knows about running a ranch,” he said eventually.
“That’s not our fault,” Tori retorted, then all the girls began to argue. That was when Vance put his fingers in his mouth and let go with a loud whistle. It got their attention.
“I didn’t ask for the job,” he told them. “But since I have it, I’m going to do everything possible to keep the ranch.”
Josie looked at Ana. “What does he mean?”
“It means the ranch is in financial trouble. Big trouble.” Ana told them about the amount of money owed for the lease, and their six-month extension. “So we need to come up with some ideas.”
“Dad doesn’t have the money?” Marissa asked.
Ana shook her head, knowing this wasn’t going as well as she’d hoped.
“Well, we don’t, either,” Tori stated. “Everything we have is tied up in the business here.”
“It’s not only money we want,” Vance said. “We need some ideas to add income to the ranch so this doesn’t happen again. So tell me, is the Lazy S important enough to you sisters to help save it? Can we count on your support?” After giving them his two cents’ worth, Vance turned and walked out of the office.
Tori sighed. “I have to say that cowboy of yours sure knows how to get a woman’s attention.”
“He’s not my cowboy or anything else.”
Josie looked at her twin and they both grinned. Then their baby sister’s voice said via the computer, “If you say so, sis.”
Ana was frustrated, having to defend herself. “I do say so. Vance and I have to work together.”
Tori shook her head. “Too bad. You’ve had that guy tied into knots since you grew breasts.”
What? Ana opened her mouth to deny it, but refused to add fuel to the fire. They had other problems. “We need to direct our attention to the ranch.”
There was silence and Ana saw the confused looks on her sisters’s faces. Of course they were torn. Colt never appreciated anything his daughters had ever done. Tori and Josie had been top students all during school. They’d even won academic scholarships. Marissa had been a star athlete, but over the years their dad had said little in the form of praise or encouragement to any of them. So why should they go back to Montana now?
Ana couldn’t make them, but didn’t want them to have any regrets, either.
“Okay, sisters,” she began. “If you won’t do it for our dad, I have another idea.” She glanced at the twins, then at Marissa on the computer screen. “Let’s do it for ourselves. Let’s show Colt Slater how his girls can run the ranch.”
CHAPTER FOUR
THREE HOURS LATER, Ana kissed her sisters goodbye and she and Vance left the Slater Style office. She regretted that she hadn’t been able to convince them to come home.
She sat in the passenger seat as Vance drove them to the airport hotel. “Go ahead and tell me how badly I handled things.”
“No, I’m not saying a thing. Your sisters will have to decide on their own if they want to come home.” He stopped at a traffic light, and his dark gaze locked with hers. “I understand how they feel. I’ve watched for years how Colt treated you girls.”
Ana froze. “But you never did anything.”
“I can’t say I liked it, but I was a kid, too. I liked having a roof over my head, food in my stomach.”
Ana remembered the night when Vance had showed up at the supper table, a skinny teenager with a lot of attitude. At first, she felt sorry for him, knowing he had been beaten by his drunken father. Their dad had never laid a hand on them, but it was almost worse when he directed all his positive attention to Vance. It should have come to his daughters.
“We both can agree that Colt never had a sweet disposition,” Vance went on. “Truth be known, he doesn’t deserve your and your sisters’ loyalty. But if I know you girls, you inherited a fair amount of stubbornness and determination from that man. You four aren’t about to let the Lazy S fail.”
Before Ana could disagree, he pulled up in the circular drive of the large chain hotel. The valet came up to the car and opened her door. “Good evening, ma’am.”
She got out and thanked him, while Vance popped the trunk and another attendant helped with the bags.
They arrived at the front desk. A pretty blonde with Jessica printed on her name tag smiled at Vance. Why wouldn’t she? He was a handsome man. Dressed in a pair of cowboy boots and creased jeans, he would turn any woman’s head. Ana glanced away, hating that she wasn’t immune, either.
He placed his hat on the counter. “Hello, ma’am. We need a couple of rooms for tonight.”
“Do you have a reservation?”
“I’m sorry, we don’t. This was an unexpected trip.”
The woman frowned and began to search the computer screen. “We’re pretty full tonight.”
His dark gaze never wavered as he moved closer. “I’m sure you can find something.”
Jessica sighed and went back to her search. “Oh, good. I do have a one-bedroom suite available.”
Before Ana could refuse to spend the extra money and the night with this man, Vance said, “We’ll take it.” He pulled out his credit card, and before Ana recovered, they were riding up in the elevator.
Vance held his breath as they stepped out onto their floor. He was surprised that Ana hadn’t fussed about sharing a room. Of course, he hadn’t given her much choice. He found their suite and slid the key card into the slot, then pushed open the door and allowed Ana to step in. His body immediately responded to her closeness. He caught her scent as she brushed by him. He sucked in a breath and gave himself a quick talking to, then followed her inside.
The room was fairly spacious. There was a sofa, which was no doubt going to be his bed. He went into the next room to find an inviting king-size bed. Don’t even go there. He turned and walked away from the temptation.
“You take the bed. I’ll sleep out here.”
Ana shook her head. “You’re too tall for the sofa. You take the bed.”
He didn’t want to fight about this. “Do you really think you’re going to win this argument?”
He could tell she was thinking about it. “Fine. Sleep wherever you want.”
What he wanted was not an option. He went to the phone and pressed the button for room service. “What do you want to eat?”
“I don’t care.” She rolled her suitcase into the bedroom and closed the door.
“It’s going to be a long night,” he breathed, then said into the phone, “I’d like to order two steaks, medium rare, with baked potatoes and green salad.”
They told him thirty minutes. Restless, he went to the mini bar and opened it to find beverages. He bypassed the bottles of beer for a soda. Opening it, he went to the window and drew back the curtains to reveal the millions of lights of Los Angeles. He suddenly missed the isolation of the ranch. Not many lights out there, just millions of stars in the sky.
He turned and found Ana standing across the room. She was still wearing her dark slacks and print blouse, but she was barefoot. “I called the
hospital. Dad is resting comfortably. That’s a good thing, since he starts therapy tomorrow. I’d like to be there.”
“Not sure Colt will be happy about that. I doubt he wants anyone to see him weak.”
“Well, he’s going to have to get used to it, because he doesn’t have a choice.”
Vance couldn’t help but smile. Ana was definitely her father’s daughter.
“I also want to apologize to you.”
He liked her being feisty; it helped him keep a safe distance from her. “For what?”
“For arguing about the room. We’re both too tired to go looking for another hotel. We’re adults and can handle sharing a space for one night.”
He nodded, but wasn’t so sure. He hadn’t been able to spend much time with Ana in the last few years. He’d hoped that would dim his feelings for her. No such luck. He ran his fingers through his hair. “Seems we’ve been thrown together in an awkward situation. It’s been years since we’ve spent any time together. I can see where you’d feel we’re strangers.”
She fought a grin. “Yeah, you’re the brother I never wanted.”
He’d never felt brotherly about her. “Was that why you pretty much hated my guts?”
She frowned. “Hate is a strong word. Angry, maybe, because of the attention you got from Dad.”
“I wish I could have helped that situation.”
Ana shook her head. “No one crossed Colt Slater.”
Not true. Vance had one time, when he’d broken that promise to stay away from Colt’s daughters. Ana had been the only one who tempted him, that day in the barn when he’d kissed her.
He shook away the memory. “I wish I could have helped, anyway.”
A knock sounded on the door. “That’s fast.” He answered it, expecting supper, but found a bellman with an ice bucket holding a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Mr. Rivers. Compliments of the management,” he said, and waited as Vance stepped aside for him to enter the room. The man set the wine next to the table and began to uncork the bottle. He poured a small amount in a glass and held it out to Vance, who took a taste and nodded. “Very good.”
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