he was crossing an invisible line, Gabe covered one of her white-knuckled hands with his. She was obviously worried about her father. “Drive careful. It’s getting dark.”
For a moment, they remained where they were. If Gabe didn’t know better, he’d think a part of her wanted to stay. But that was ridiculous.
Whatever spell they’d fallen under ended, and she started the engine. Gabe watched her depart, thinking he should return to the house. Why, then, didn’t he? At the end of the long road leading from the ranch house to the main road, Reese’s brake lights illuminated. She turned left, in the direction of the Small Change.
He might have spent more time contemplating why her father’s seemingly minor fall prompted her to leave in such a hurry except he was interrupted by the last person he wanted to see. His brother Josh.
Dammit. What did the man want now? The shirt off Gabe’s back?
“Hope I didn’t interrupt anything.”
Gabe ground his teeth together. His brother’s timing was impeccable. Or, perhaps, intentional. He could have spotted Gabe and Reese from the living room window.
“You didn’t.” Gabe pushed past him. Whatever Josh wanted, he wasn’t interested.
“Got a minute?”
Gabe halted and cursed under his breath. “For what?”
They’d hardly spoken these past few days despite living in close quarters. Gabe had no intention of changing the status quo.
“You and her,” Josh hitched his chin in the direction Reese had driven in her car, “are you friends?”
Gabe’s hackles rose. His relationship with Reese was no one’s business. Especially Josh’s.
“We’re neighbors.”
“I know. I lived here once.”
He couldn’t help thinking the reference to Josh residing at the ranch before Gabe came to live there was intentional.
“What I’m asking is, are you close?”
He stared his brother down.
Josh held his own. “It’s a reasonable question. She’s going to control the ranch’s finances. If you and Reese are involved, there could be a conflict of interest.”
Five minutes ago, Gabe had been asking Reese the same question. Now he defended her.
“She’s a professional. She won’t do anything to jeopardize her position at the bank.”
“But you’re friends.”
“I’m not discussing her with you.” Gabe once again started for the house and once again, Josh halted him with his words.
“I don’t like this any better than you.”
“We have nothing in common.”
“Other than our father and this ranch and the fact we have to work together. Or agree to sell.”
That rankled Gabe. “I’m not selling.”
“Think about it before you decide. Dad left us with a lot of bills to pay and little means at our disposal. Selling would get us out of debt and free us to move on.”
“There’s no we as far as I’m concerned. Our father promised me the ranch. Not you and your brother.”
Josh inhaled deeply as if to control his temper. “Cole and I have every right to inherit a share of Dos Estrellas.”
“Because why? We happen to share the same blood?” Gabe snorted in disgust. “You haven’t set foot on this place for twenty-four years.”
“He cheated on my mother.”
Josh had targeted Gabe’s one weak spot, and the blow inflicted the desired damage.
He knew with all his heart his father had loved his mother deeply. That didn’t make it right for him to disregard his marriage vows. Gabe’s mother had raised him to be honorable. It was hard for him to accept the fact his father hadn’t divorced his wife before becoming involved with Gabe’s mother.
He’d asked once when he was twelve. His mother’s face had immediately hardened, and she told him to never, ever bring up the subject again or she’d tan his hide. It was a private matter between her and his father.
In his early twenties, Gabe approached his father and got no further with him. The reason his father gave for not marrying his mother—that Gabe’s maternal grandfather was very traditional and didn’t approve—smacked of an excuse. When Gabe pressed, his father had stormed from the room. Only the love and devotion he felt for both his parents kept him from resenting them.
“We’re done talking.” Gabe strode ahead without looking back.
Good manners dictated he should return to the house and tell Hector goodbye. The attorney had been his father’s closest confidant. But, like yesterday, Gabe needed an outlet to vent his frustration.
It was too late and too dark for a ride in the nearby mountains. Not too late to clean out the tack room, he decided. Nothing beat tossing a few crates and harnesses around to burn off steam. Dress shirt be damned.
“I remember,” Josh called after him. “It was you who punched me in the nose at school. You had a pretty good right hook for a kid.”
Gabe didn’t miss a step, though it was the first thing his brother had said that made him smile.
* * *
REESE OPENED THE jewelry box on her bedroom dresser, lifted out the top tray and removed a tiny framed picture hidden beneath. It was a ritual. Every year on this day, Celia’s birthday, Reese studied the picture of her newborn daughter, let the memories of her birth warm her heart and then placed a phone call.
Today, Reese came home from the bank during her lunch hour in order to call Celia, but also to check on her father. His tumble off the porch yesterday could have been worse. Luckily, he hadn’t fallen far, but he had landed hard and badly bruised his knee. Loss of balance was a common side effect of Parkinson’s. As was stooped posture. Her father looked ten years older than he had mere months ago. She’d also noticed a slight tremor in his right hand and a quiver in his voice. Each new symptom increased her despair.
Feeling the weight of the little silver frame in her hand, Reese stared at Celia’s infant face and was reminded of why she’d excused herself after lunching with her father and retreated to her bedroom. How could she not be thinking of her daughter on this special day? The problem with Parkinson’s was it consumed the thoughts of the person afflicted with it, along with their family members.
While Celia’s parents made no secret of her adoption, they and Celia were the only ones who knew Reese was her birth mother. Shortly after her high school graduation, Reese had moved to Oregon to live with her older cousin Megan on the pretense of taking a year off before college. There, she’d given birth to Celia, who was then adopted by Megan and her husband.
They
