Daddy Mine

by Shanna Handel

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  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

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  Shanna Handel

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  Chapter 1

  Wes’ only focus that evening was the wild Mustang. The goal was to have the haltered beast stride alongside him just a piece farther than she had the night before, from the barn to the second fence post that stood up out of the split rail. After only stepping a few feet outside of the barn doors, Mabel threw her tawny head back, whinnying, her golden mane shaking.

  “Shh, girl, it’s okay.” Wes stroked the silky waves. Chocolate, his old brown Arabian or Dipper, the Clydesdale that he frequently rode bareback, would have nuzzled his hand gratefully in response. Mabel instead withdrew from his touch, seeming to want to hex him with the white star that sat centered on her head, just above her eyes.

  After crossing the border just a few weeks ago to get her, Wes was taking his time taming Mabel, and she was still a danger. The place where Texas meets Mexico is an unusual place, and not one Wes frequented. A little too exciting for Wes’ taste. But when he got word about the wild, golden-haired mare who was destined for an overcrowded holding facility, he knew he had to have her.

  Taming her was proving difficult. She had made a noise that sounded like a wretched screeching all along those dusty roads that led back home. It took days to get her to eat and even then, she was the pickiest thing. Mabel existed on a diet rich in apples, carrots and sugar cubes as treats, alongside all the fresh hay Texas could offer her. Wes loved her dearly, though she had yet to show anything more than mere tolerance towards him.

  Noting her distress, Wes looked down the mile-long dirt road to the entrance of the ranch. Beyond the trees, dust from the gravel road billowed over the soft, citrus colors of the setting sun. Out of place in the quiet evening, a shiny black sports car tore towards Wes and Mabel.

  “Damn if Garrett will ever learn.” Wes tightened his grip on Mabel’s lead rope and guided her back into the barn. The spacious, resilient building stood proud, same as he imagined it did when his great grandfather built it. His ancestors were on his mind when just last week he put a fresh coat of red paint on the weathered boards. Rays from the setting sun shone through the door, the familiar scent of fresh hay filled the air. Mabel calmed at the sight of her stall. Wes safely tucked her into the stall, removed the halter and hung it on the wall.

  Once Mabel was settled, Wes headed back out to the drive. It was time to see what his younger brother, Garrett, was up to now. Wes leaned against the split rail fence, crossed his arms and smiled, despite his disapproval. Garrett was nothing if not a risk-taker, but Wes loved him deeply. Born less than a year and a half apart, growing up the boys were inseparable and best friends. Wes was the level headed one of the two and a protective older brother.

  The car continued to tear towards the ranch, finally slowing down as it approached Wes. Garrett cut the wheel fast spewing rocks and stopping only a few feet from where Wes stood.

  “Brother,” Garrett sprung from the flashy, rented vehicle quickly and Wes hoped Garrett had invested in the additional insurance as he had barely put the car into park. Garrett stood in front of him, dressed in the latest fashion. His brother’s Hollywood smile and the mischievous sparkle in his eyes never changed, despite his ever-updating wardrobe.

  Wes wrapped his brother in a tight hug,
noting with pleasure that his being a head taller than his younger brother had not changed, either.

  “Good to see you, bro.” Garrett ruffled Wes’ long sandy waves. “Dude, you need a haircut.”

  Wes smoothed the unruly locks. He’d been so busy with the ranch; he hadn’t noticed that it was time for a trim. Garrett’s dark hair, on the other hand, had what looked like a $200 haircut, and about a bottle of gel to go with it. Deciding not to take the bait this early in the visit, Wes just smiled good-naturedly, saying, “Good to see you too, Gare. What brings you to town?”

  “Just needed some fresh air.” Garrett looked to Wes, the sparkle dancing in his eyes. “There’s someone I want you to meet.” He ran over to the passenger door, leaving Wes to stand there and shake his head at his brother, as ‘fresh air’ to Garrett meant eating copious amounts of Mama’s cooking, washing it down with a few beers from Rays, then sleeping until about the time the sun was ready to set again. And it also meant never lifting a finger to help with the chores.

  Garrett swung the black car door open wide. From where he stood, Wes could see a mass of golden curls emerge, a pair of large, chocolate brown eyes peered over the top of the car. Garrett grabbed the arm of the owner of the lovely curls and eyes and brought her around the front of the car.

  Wes gazed at the littlest bit of a woman he had ever seen. She was tiny in stature, with a curvy, woman’s shape. She wore a prairie style long skirt, and her curls shone like a halo on her head. The little lady did not look like one of his brother’s usual picks. They were fast, sleek city girls, but with this one, Wes thought he must be looking at an angel.

  Garrett smiled hugely, proudly noting his big brother’s approval. “Wes, meet Karen. Karen- Wes.”

  Karen timidly held her hand out towards him. He took it in his, moving it up and down, gently. Wes feared he would crush her dainty grasp in his huge, calloused one. The touch of her soft hand brought a warmth to him he hadn’t before felt.

  “Pleasure to meet you,” she cooed in a melodious voice. Her eyes met his, and a flush crept onto her beautiful face.

  “Pleasure’s all mine.” Wes held her gaze.

  Garrett let out a boisterous laugh. “Let go; you’re gonna break her hand, man.”

  Wes immediately dropped the embrace. Karen looked down, blushing furiously now. Wes shook his head, trying to break the trance this half-pint had him in.

  “You’d better be the one to tell Ma we have company. She’ll be none too pleased with you.” Wes joked. They hadn’t known that Garrett was coming, much less one of Garrett’s flavor of the months was going to be joining him. Ma was going to dress Garrett up and down for not giving her an advanced notice to get her guest room ready.

  Garrett smiled. “Let’s go, Karen. She’s going to love you. Garrett put his arm around Karen and led her to the ranch house. She gave a small glance over her shoulder as they left, her brown eyes locked on his for only a second, but it was long enough for Wes to know that he was in serious trouble.

  Wes washed his hands at his mother’s kitchen sink, taking his time. He could hear the rest of the group in the dining room, Karen’s tinkling laugh reaching his ears and making his face burn. Maybe he should just skip dinner or better yet, come back in a week when Garrett and Karen had gone back to the city. His stomach growled loudly, letting him know missing out on his mama’s brisket was not going to be an option.

  He tucked his shirt into his pants, smoothed his hair back, and sidled into the dining room, his head barely clearing the door frame. Neatly folding his lean body into the chair, Wes kept his eyes on the food. Without looking up to confirm it, he felt Karen’s warm gaze was upon him.

  “Well, there you are, honey, you are usually the first one to the table when I make brisket, not the last,” his mother said. Wes' stomach growled again. Karen laughed. He looked up, feeling a grin spread over his face.

  “Sorry, I’m late, Ma. Let’s eat.” Wes bowed his head as his mama said grace, sneaking a peek at Karen as he did. When he looked up, her eyes were on him again. She blushed furiously and quickly looked down at her plate. Next to her, eyes closed, Garrett had a smug look on his handsome face, he never could tolerate his mother’s religious tendencies. When she finished saying the blessing, Garrett added, “Good, grief let’s eat.”

  Karen nudged him, disapprovingly. Garrett laughed and started serving huge portions of the home cooked food onto their plates.

  Ma’s face shined with pride as Garrett dug into her famous creamed potatoes. She turned her attention to his latest squeeze. “So, Karen, where are you from?”

  Karen finished chewing her small bite and dabbed her mouth with the napkin she had laid in her lap at the start of the meal. “Ma'am, I’m from a small town in the Carolinas, but I went to college in the city. I got a job teaching kindergarten right out of college, and I’ve been at the same school ever since.”

  Wes continued to eat his meal quietly. A teacher, that was very different from Gare’s usual conquests—models, actresses, women who thought of themselves as models and actresses. Never a humanitarian type.

  “Now how in the world did you two meet? I know Garrett doesn’t come across many elementary school teachers in his line of work,” their mother teased, good-naturedly.

  “Yeah, not too many come across my path at the stock exchange.” Garrett laughed. He was a high dealing broker on Wall Street, and the people he interacted with tended to be on the more glamorous side of life.

  “It was a party of a mutual friend’s,” Karen explained.

  “She’d had one too many rum punches, and I came to her rescue,” Garrett said, a lewd grin on his face.

  Karen turned the deepest shade of red a woman could turn. “Don’t tell that story in front of your mama,” she whispered to him in her soft twang.

  What on earth was a little wisp of a thing like that doing, drinking hard liquor? Wes couldn’t help the instant wave of protective heat that ran through his blood. He had known this girl for less than a few hours, and already he wanted to take her under his wing. Had Wes been at that party, he would have thrown all one hundred pounds of this girl over his shoulder, carried her home, and lit a fire to her bottom for doing something so stupid.

  Karen was not his, she was his brother’s girl, and Wes’ mind was wandering into dangerous territory. Wes quickly stood, taking his plate with him. “You all will have to excuse me. I’ve forgotten something I must do.”

  Garrett looked at his brother, curiously. Wes was never known to leave the table before dessert. “What could you possibly need to do, right this instant?”

  “Ranch life isn’t like Wall Street; stuff has to be taken care of, or animals get hurt.” Wes immediately regretted his sharp comment when he saw the good-natured look leave his brother's face. It wasn’t Garrett's fault that Wes couldn’t be in the same room as his girl, or that when their father had died Wes volunteered to stay on and run the ranch. Wes pasted a smile on his face, “And the pay isn’t quite as good either, brother.” He winked and was relieved to see Garrett relax.

  Garrett put his arm around Karen, “Just don’t be gone too long, I want you to get to know my girl.” Karen looked slightly uncomfortable under Wes’ gaze.

  “Of course.” Wes nodded to them both. “Thanks for dinner, Ma. Delicious as always.” He bent down and kissed his mother on the cheek. He turned his attention towards Karen. “Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Her faced blushed, and she mumbled a goodbye. Wes turned to leave, relieved to be out of her enchanting presence.

  Wes did not keep his word but instead opted for doing ranch chores late into the night. He dropped into bed, well after midnight, thoroughly exhausted. His fatigue didn’t stop him from hearing Gare entering the extra guest room and Karen’s sweet giggles. He covered his head with his pillow, feeling anguish. The pillow wasn’t enough to block out the sounds. Wes reached over to his stereo and put his favorite song on repeat. Eventually, he drifted off into a fitful sleep.

  The sun
began to appear behind the hills, as it did every morning, brightening Wes’ mood after such a restless night. The early air was fresh and crisp, untainted by the pollution that filled towns and cities. Wes took a deep breath as he stepped onto the porch, appreciating the full beauty of the land that was his father’s and his grandfather’s before him. A line of majestic Bur Oaks stood proudly on each side of the road. The native trees thrived despite the alkaline soil and sea spray. Wes’ great, great grandfather, Samuel Parr, the founder of the ranch had dug up the saplings, down by the riverbanks where they tended to thrive in the limestone soil. He planted the little trees lining the road when he was the same age Wes was now. They had grown to be as sturdy as the man who had planted them.

  Wes took a sip from the steaming mug in his hand. The coffee was hot and strong just the way he liked it and the same way he made it every morning. The promise of a new day was fresh on his mind. Today would be okay. He would stay away from Karen and focus on his life. The couple would be gone soon enough, and then Wes could fully return to the life he had built for himself. One he found completely satisfying.

  Walking to the barn to feed and water the horses, Wes was surprised to see the already opened doors. What he found in the barn made his heart sink and soar at the same time; Karen was cooing and patting Mabel.

  The little lady stood wearing the most curve-hugging, faded blue jeans Wes had ever seen cradle a bottom. She had on a simple light blue button-down flannel shirt, and her golden curls were pinned to her head haphazardly. Karen turned to greet him, and again he was lost in the warmth of her chocolate gaze. Damn. So much for a new day.