“You probably don’t remember me.”
Her coloring was different from that of her brunette cousin, Avery Lawson, another Bannock who was now married. But they both had the natural beauty of the Bannock genes in the classic shape of their faces and more voluptuous figures. Both were the same age, twenty-six or twenty-seven by now as he recalled.
“Of course I do. The last time I saw you I think you were about twelve to my thirteen. You’d come with your grandfather Tyson to the vet clinic because your pet colt was sick and there was no consoling you. I was helping my dad and went to work with him that day.”
“I’m surprised you remembered that. Sam got him all better. He’s the best!”
“I agree,” he murmured. “I’m very sorry to hear of your husband’s unexpected passing.”
A shadow crossed over her lovely face for a moment. She studied his features. “Thank you. I’m sorry to learn of your eye injury. Are you in pain?”
“No.”
“Thank goodness for that at least.” She had a sweetness about her. “Life throws all of us a curve once in a while, one we weren’t expecting.”
“You’re right about that.” Their losses were different. Though his career was over, he could still see with a corrective lens. Her loss had to be excruciating. According to Trace’s father, they’d been a happily married couple while they’d worked for him.
“Your dad was afraid you might have to stay in the hospital longer for more tests.”
“I received excellent care and was discharged the moment the doctor felt I could travel.”
“That’s wonderful and he’s so excited! He said you’d be here today, but I expected the two of you to arrive this evening with you still wearing a uniform.”
“The military doesn’t usually travel in uniform these days. It’s safer.” She nodded. “My father said he’d meet up with me here later.”
“Then welcome home, soldier. Go on in. Your old bedroom is waiting for you. There’s food and drinks in the fridge in case you’re hungry or thirsty. Sam said you’re a big tuna fish sandwich man, so there’s plenty on hand. In case you need anything else, I’ll be in as soon as I’ve filled this basket.”
Berry-picking looked fun and Trace considered helping her, then thought the better of it. His gaze fell to her left hand. She still wore her wedding ring.
“Thank you, Cassie. See you shortly.”
He retraced his steps to get his bags out of the Explorer. When he walked inside, the delicious aroma of strawberries filled the house. He moved through the foyer and dining room to the kitchen. She’d been making jam. Trace didn’t realize her housekeeping duties extended to actually putting up fruit in a house where no one lived.
There were several dozen jars on the counter already filled and labeled. The sweet smell reminded him of times he’d played with the Bannock brothers as a boy before his parents’ divorce. The last summer he’d lived here while he was still happy, he remembered going over to their grandmother’s house where she was putting up jam and jelly. She’d let them pile butter and fresh jam on homemade bread and feast their heads off.
The wonderful memory pierced him. Soon after that time he’d learned his parents were divorcing and he’d have to move away from friends like Connor and Jarod Bannock, who lived next door. That turned out to be the darkest day of his young life. He’d been searching for happiness ever since. Being a pilot had given him thrills and purpose, but life had a habit of getting in the way.
He left the kitchen and walked across the hall to his bedroom to get rid of his bags. The same framed photographs of family that had always hung there lined the walls. It hurt to look at them. On the way he passed the other two bedrooms. One was his father’s. The other was a spare bedroom, but when he looked inside, he received a shock rather than a surprise.
Cassie lived here?
Trace had assumed she’d moved back to the Bannock ranch with her family after her husband’s death. Their wealth meant she wouldn’t have financial worries. Maybe his kindhearted father had allowed her to stay on for a time while she worked through her grief. That was something he would do. If that were the case, then Trace’s plan to sell the ranch would come as a blow to her while she was attempting to get through the worst of her pain. Hell...
That was another subject to talk over with his father when he arrived. But right now Trace was starving. The thought of a tuna fish sandwich on American soft white bread sounded so good, he headed straight back to the kitchen.
* * *
CASSIE HAD WATCHED his tall, well-honed physique, dressed in khakis and a crewneck shirt, disappear around the corner of the house. Trace Rafferty had been born an exceptionally handsome man. Judging from the photographs Sam had shown her after his son had gone into the military, time had only added to his male attributes. He’d inherited his mother’s black hair and smile. But his rugged features and those searing hot blue eyes fringed by black lashes had come straight from his father.
Sam was so proud of his son, who’d served in many places around the globe. In or out of uniform, Trace Rafferty, still unmarried, possessed killer looks that would always cause him to stand out.
Cassie had been putting up jam for the past week, a little at a time. It always made the house smell good, so she’d decided to put up some more today to make his homecoming a little more welcoming. After that she’d started dinner with a pot roast in the oven and homemade rolls that were still rising.
According to Doc Rafferty, Trace hadn’t been out to the ranch since his father had gotten married last year. On his last leave, he’d stayed in town with him and his new wife at their condo in White Lodge.
Perhaps it had been too painful to return to the home that was now empty of all family. But Sam had left it to his son and hoped he would make his life here now that he was out of the air force. She knew Sam’s heart. He’d missed his son horribly over the years. To have him back home to stay would thrill him.
After finding as many ripe strawberries as she could, she made her way to the back door through the laundry room to the kitchen. Trace could have them fresh for breakfast if he wanted.
The minute she stepped in the kitchen, the first thing she noticed was the smell of tuna fish mingled with the jam aroma. Looking around she discovered Trace over in the corner at the breakfast table eating sandwiches. He’d already drunk half a quart of milk without the aid of a glass.
He flashed her a smile that gave her an odd, fluttery sensation. “You’ve caught me.”
Troubled that his smile had any effect on her at all, she put the basket of berries on the counter. “It’s your house. You’re entitled to do whatever you want.”
“I didn’t know you were still living here.”
Uh oh. “After Logan died, I didn’t plan to stay on, but your father insisted because he wanted the house kept up while no one was living here. Now that you’re home, I plan to leave tonight after I’ve served you two dinner.”
Though she hadn’t told Sam yet, she’d already made arrangements with her cousin Avery to stay with her and her husband, Zane, until
