years old.”
Kase’s heart tripped at the sight of his daughter’s sudden smile. He moved out of view but listened to the sound of their laughter. Guilt washed over him, thinking about all the selfish choices he’d made in the past ten years. And it’d all started with Laurel Quinn.
* * *
AFTER PULLING HIMSELF TOGETHER, Kase headed back downstairs. If he didn’t have enough to deal with, there was now this to go with his daughter’s adjustment to living here, the legal fight with his in-laws and his father’s hip surgery.
Besides facing the possibility of a pregnant mare, Laurel was in this house. Pretty Laurel Quinn had been his girlfriend when they both were in high school. There had been a time when she’d spent more time here than at her house, especially that last summer before he’d gone off to college. Their relationship lasted for a little while longer until he realized that Laurel would never want the same things he did. He came home for holiday break and ended it soon after.
He shook away the memory of that day when he’d told her goodbye. Several times in the past few years, he’d questioned his decisions, but he couldn’t change them. Now he was back to square one, and living in Hidden Springs again.
Since being back, he’d expected to run into Laurel occasionally, just not having her dumped on his doorstep. And not looking so fresh and pretty, and with a shapely body wrapped up in a pair of snug jeans and a Henley shirt. She’d turned his head a long time ago and nearly kept him from his dream. He couldn’t let it happen again, even if they were tied together with a possible foal.
Kase walked into the small country kitchen and looked around to see the sorry shape of the room. The peeling paint on the walls was the same color as when he left, along with the worn vinyl floor and ancient appliances. If he was going to be home, he needed to do some remodeling.
His father turned from the counter, carrying two mugs of coffee. The older man made his way across the kitchen, his limp more pronounced than earlier. He probably hadn’t taken any pain pills. Stubborn man.
Kase went to him. “Here, let me get those.”
His father glared. “Getting out of my way is the only help I need, thank you.”
Meeting his steely-gray gaze, Kase quickly moved out of the way.
At sixty-five, Gus Rawlins was tall and still slender. His face was weathered from years in the sun and his gray hair was thinning under the battered cowboy hat he wore at all times, except inside. He had a bum hip from his rodeo days long ago, then the years in the saddle, training his quarter horse.
Gus made his way to the kitchen table without spilling a drop. He sat down and doctored his coffee with cream and sugar.
His father nodded toward him. “Aren’t you going to drink yours?”
Kase took a sip, then asked, “How do you feel about what happened with Honor’s Promise?”
The old man tried to hide his grin behind his mug. “I’ve heard good things about that stallion. If I’d been able, I’d have bought that animal myself. We might just get a good colt out of this...accident.” His father raised an eyebrow. “Question is, how do you feel about Laurel being here?”
He shrugged. “We have some history, but that was years ago.”
“All that money spent on your law school paid off,” his father said. “You’ve gotten pretty good at dodging a question.”
Kase refused to rise to the bait.
His father took a hearty sip. “All I know is the smile I saw on that little girl’s face and it made my day. And Laurel Quinn was the cause of that.”
“What about the fact you and the Quinns are dreaded enemies?”
Gus waved a hand. “Things have changed with the passing of the years. The last time Rory and I talked we couldn’t seem to remember what all the hoopla was about.”
Kase blinked in surprise. “It was about land boundaries, which isn’t hoopla.”
His father glared. “Well, it’s settled now. All legal, too. Had a lawyer draw up papers and everything.”
Kase tensed. “You had a lawyer? Dad, I’m your lawyer, and your son. Should I have known about this?”
Gus directed his gaze at him. “I did contact you,” he insisted. “I called your house and talked to your wife, Johanna. She said she’d let you know, but you never called me back.” He shrugged. “I figured you were too busy, so we used Rory’s lawyer.”
Kase cursed, but the fact was he hadn’t been home much. He’d been working twelve-hour days and weekends, trying to make partner. And when he was home, he fought with Johanna. “I’m sorry, Dad. I never got the message.”
“It’s not important now.”
“The hell it isn’t. Dammit, Johanna had no business in keeping your call from me.”
Gus raised his hand. “I won’t speak ill of the dead, and she was your wife.”
If his father only knew. Kase sighed. “And she was Addy’s mother, too.” That had been what Gus had done over the years after Kase’s mother left them. He’d never breathed a bad word about Liz Rawlins.
Gus nodded, then he abruptly changed the subject. “So what do you think of Laurel?”
He wasn’t ready to talk about this. “What’s to think about?”
“Maybe how pretty she is? And how she’s building a pretty good reputation around here with her training horses.”
Kase didn’t want to think about how good she looked, or how he reacted to just seeing her again. “She was always pretty, and she’s always loved horses. Remember how she used to watch you work the horses, and ask you dozens of questions?”
Gus grinned. “That she did. And looks like she got herself a good-looking stallion.”
“He doesn’t seem to be trainable. Look how he took off.”
Gus laughed. “Now, I know you’re not that old, son. That horse caught whiff of a mare in season, and nothing could stop him from getting to her.”
Kase’s thoughts suddenly turned to the teenage boy who had ridden off with his girl to steal some time alone. Laurel Quinn in his arms was like a dream. The taste of her mouth...
Suddenly he heard the sound of his daughter’s giggles as she rushed into the kitchen. “Daddy! Daddy!” The tiny girl stopped in front of his chair. “Laurel and me had so much fun.”
“I’m glad.” He hugged her. But his gaze went to the woman who stood in the doorway, her long slender frame—but her subtle curves were visible to him. Even years later, he remembered her body. Those long legs, and how those firm breasts brushed against his chest. A sudden stirring began low in his gut.
His daughter’s small hand nudged at him. “Daddy?”
He blinked back to the present. “What, sweetie?”
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