built the house that I live in.”
So he had mentioned before. “How many acres are there?”
“Over five thousand.”
Alexa had read that in the pamphlet for the B and B, which advertised the upcoming dude ranch. She’d asked because the last thing she wanted was silence. That would only be awkward and cause her daydreaming to start all over again.
Alexa couldn’t even imagine trying to keep up with all this land and the livestock, but of course the Elliotts had the funds to hire people to do all the maintenance and grunt work.
Her world consisted of wrangling four-year-olds all day and coming home to a rambunctious baby boy. Her life was quite different from the Elliotts’ ranch lifestyle. Part of her was proud of herself for taking this break Sadie had insisted and paid for. The other part of her wondered if Mason had enjoyed his morning snack of blueberries and bananas.
Maybe she should stop to call and check in.
“That’s the first barn my grandfather built on this land.”
Hayes cut into her thoughts with the history of the ranch. Up ahead, Alexa spotted a small barn, definitely old in comparison to the massive stone-and-metal structure at the beginning of the property. The Elliotts might be billionaires, but she could see the way they’d grown this estate from something small into something grand.
“You doin’ all right?” Even with the concerned question, Hayes had that low, gruff tone.
“Fine,” she replied.
“Want to explore more?”
Or turn back.
Alexa wasn’t quite ready to head back, but at the same time she knew he didn’t want to be out here with her. He probably preferred privacy.
“I could stay out here forever,” she replied, finding it to be true. “But I don’t want to keep you.”
He grunted, whatever that meant.
“Was that a reply?” she asked as she glanced over to him. It was nearly impossible to see his face in the shadow from his hat’s wide brim.
“I’ve got nothing,” he replied, sounding way too lost, too broken.
Alexa glanced at his hands on the reins. Scars randomly crossed over his taut knuckles. Those large, tanned hands no doubt had done so much. He was a soldier, a rancher. Everything about him screamed alpha and loner. For some insane reason, she found that attractive. She chalked it up to the fact that she always looked out for those in need, not that she found him irresistibly sexy.
Hayes was the exact opposite of her late husband. Before Scott had passed away, they’d been so in love and ready to spend the rest of their lives together. He was safe, made her feel safe. She hadn’t felt that way since he’d died of heart disease. The doctors had tried to comfort her by telling her there was no way they could have known he’d been born with the defect that had ultimately taken his life.
She hadn’t been able to save him. Not that she was a medical professional, but she had survivor’s guilt. There was no way to dodge it. And finding out she was pregnant only a week after she’d lost him had only added to the guilt.
Alexa was familiar with the emotion, even before Scott died. She had been only eight when her sister drowned while they were swimming. On their family vacation to the beach, they’d both gone out too far. A riptide pulled her sister out and it was all her father could do to save Alexa from being swept under as well. Years of remorse and counseling had held her family together.
So Alexa recognized the brokenness Hayes displayed.
Alexa gripped her reins and enjoyed the steady trot. They were going a bit faster than before and she figured Hayes had urged his horse to speed up and hers had followed suit. Someone like Hayes wouldn’t ask permission first, but he kept glancing her way to check on her.
“So you’re the only one around today?” she asked, needing to break up the thoughts swirling around in her head about the sexy man brushing his thigh against hers.
“There are a few workers milling about,” he replied. “I just happened to be the only one in the stables.”
“But you weren’t working.”
He threw her a glance and adjusted his hat. “I’d just gotten done at my house and decided to take a break and ride.”
So he had been planning on going out alone. “You could’ve told me to come back later.”
“I could’ve, but as you said, there’s a storm coming in later. You would’ve thought I was a jerk.”
Alexa couldn’t help but laugh. “You wouldn’t have felt bad for sending me away?”
Hayes shrugged and turned his horse slightly. Alexa followed. “I don’t have feelings anymore, but this is my family’s ranch and I know how hard they’ve worked.”
“So it’s about respect, then.” When he remained silent, she went on. “Whatever it is, I apologize for taking you away from your personal time and I appreciate you showing me the grounds.”
As they continued toward the back of the property, the sky darkened slightly and thick clouds rolled in. Texas weather was crazy; pop up showers and storms were the norm. She didn’t think it was supposed to do much until later this afternoon.
If it was stormy over the next few days, as predicted, she could lounge in that oversize garden tub in her suite back at the B and B. The moment she’d stepped foot in the house she could tell no expense had been spared. The beauty of the house and her bathroom—hello, heated floors—made her want to move in and bring Mason with her.
The first fat raindrop landed on her nose. Then, before they could find shelter, the skies opened up and Hayes cursed. The next thing she knew, he’d plunked his cowboy hat on top of her head. The gesture shouldn’t have touched her, but beneath his gruff exterior and grunting dialogue, he had a big heart. The fact that he was a true gentleman warmed something deep inside her, something that hadn’t warmed in quite a while.
“Storm came sooner than I thought,” he called over the sound of the pouring rain. “Follow me.”
He and Doc took the lead and started trotting faster. Alexa gripped her reins tighter and kept up, her bottom bouncing in the saddle as the rain continued to soak through her clothes. She wasn’t comfortable with the faster speed, but all she could do was hold on for the ride and pray they weren’t going far.
They rode another few minutes and Alexa was starting to wonder where they were heading. Then, up ahead, she saw an old two-story farmhouse. Hayes’s house. She didn’t have to ask—she knew. It was just as she’d imagined an old farmhouse should look.
The white home with black shutters had a first and second-story porch and a pitched gable right in the center of the roofline. So adorable, and much different from the grand home his brother lived in on the other side of the property. This house seemed simpler, tucked in the back of the ranch as if protected.
Is that why Hayes chose to live here? So he could be away from everything and remain safe? The man might scream badass, but even
