shook his head. “The doc said you’re still on a restricted diet so I got you some crackers and vanilla pudding.” He flashed his golden boy smile, the one that made him the darling of Wrangler’s Creek. “It’s not whipped cream, but it’ll have to do.”
Roman scowled at him. A long, mean scowl. Obviously, Belle had been blabbering. Thankfully, Tate didn’t ask about the whipped cream reference, probably because he couldn’t hear over his own chewing. He was wolfing down the burger as if it were the cure for everything that ailed him.
“So, when are they springing you from this place?” Garrett gave Tate’s bare foot a tug.
Tate shrugged. “Dad was just talking about that. Soon, I guess.” He stopped in midbite and perked up again. “Do I have to go back to San Antonio? Can I stay with you, Aunt Nicky and Kaylee at the ranch?”
Kaylee was Nicky’s four-year-old daughter. Hardly a companion for a teenager. In fact, there was no one at the ranch anywhere near Tate’s age.
Garrett looked at Roman. “That’s up to your dad, but you know you’re welcome anytime. Your dad owns the ranch, you know?”
“Yeah, I know, but he hates it there because of Grandma fussing at him. But I don’t hate it there.”
Roman nearly pointed out that Tate hadn’t spent a single night at the ranch, but he had visited a couple of times. However, this probably had more to do with Tate not wanting to return to his friends, because he would have to give some kind of explanation about why he’d been gone. Of course, most of those friends already knew he’d been expelled from school so they might think he’d already moved on.
Garrett turned to Roman, and while he didn’t smile exactly, Roman thought his brother might be fighting back doing so. That’s because Garrett wanted Roman back at the ranch. He was the person in the family who was always trying to get them all under the same roof.
But his mother was under that roof, too.
“I’d love for both of you to stay,” Garrett said to Tate. “But it’s up to your dad. He probably has something pressing back in San Antonio.”
Yes, Roman did. His sanity was what was pressing. It was bad enough being here in town, and despite the safe words his mother had come up with, Roman doubted she’d stick to using them. No, once the shock of her heart problem had worn off, she’d be back to her own harping self. And he’d be back to snapping at the harping. Not exactly a peaceful environment for his son.
Then Tate said something that changed everything.
“Please, Dad.”
That was it.
Two little words that had plenty of emotion behind them.
Roman’s kneejerk reaction was still to say no. Their life and home weren’t here. His job wasn’t, either. Plus, there was that whole other part about the ranch being a crap-pit for him. Too many memories. Too much bad blood.
“Please,” Tate repeated. “Can we go there together?”
And that question erased any argument Roman could have given him. However, Roman could put some conditions on it.
“Okay, we can stay at the ranch.” Roman was surprised a thunderbolt didn’t hit him because he’d sworn he wouldn’t go back there. “But only for a couple of days. Just until you’re feeling better.” Until he was feeling better, as well, since Roman wasn’t sure how fast he’d be back at full speed.
Judging from Tate’s frown, he didn’t like Roman’s condition. “Uh, I was thinking I could finish out the school year here. It’d only be for six weeks,” he quickly added. “I could go to school here and keep on seeing Dr. Woodliff without having to drive back and forth.”
Obviously, Tate had given this a lot of thought. Too bad he hadn’t let Roman in on it so he could have figured out if this was a good solution or a disaster in the making. Garrett was of no help. His brother just shrugged.
“You might not be able to get into school here,” Roman reminded him. “They might not take transfers this late in the semester.”
“Dr. Woodliff said they would. He said his wife is a teacher there and that he could help me with it if that’s what we decided to do.”
So, Tate hadn’t only thought about this, he had also talked to his therapist about it.
“You wouldn’t have to go to the ranch with me,” Tate went on. “I know you’re busy and all with the rodeo stuff. But I’d be okay there without you. I mean, it’s not like I need a sitter or anything.”
No. But Tate did need a father.
And Roman needed his son.
Garrett lifted his eyebrow but didn’t smile. That’s because he knew what Roman was about to say. Best not to gloat especially when the gloatee might punch him first chance he got.
“Okay,” Roman said. “We’ll stay at the ranch.”
Tate smiled. Actually, it was more of a grin. “Thanks, Dad.”
He would have said it a thousand times just to get that kind of response from his boy. But saying it and living it were two different things entirely.
Roman hoped like the devil that he didn’t regret this.
* * *
ROMAN REGRETTED THIS.
The moment he stepped into the house at the ranch, he felt as if he’d gotten sucked into a circle of hell that Dante had forgotten to mention.
Home.
Home was a good place to be if it wasn’t filled with shit memories. And this place was doused in them. Added to that, there was a hoard of people there to greet Tate and him. Alice, the housekeeper. Lawson, his cousin. Sophie, Nicky, Kaylee, Clay, his mother and an old family friend, Billy Lee Seaver. They didn’t exactly shout “surprise” when Tate and Roman walked in with Garrett, but it was obvious that this was some kind of celebration.
No Mila, though. Roman had thought she might be here for this. But she was probably still at work.
The hugs started, and even though they tried to keep them gentle because of his surgery, Roman winced a few times. Winced, too, when his mother told him he needed a haircut. He probably did, but he made a mental note not to get one while he was there. Yes, it was childish, but his mother brought that out in him.
“You have your old rooms, of course,” Sophie said.
She took the gift bag from Vita and some flowers that Roman was holding. Actually, there were six bouquets in all, most sent by his business associates. Tate and Garrett had those, and Alice hurried to take them so that Sophie could show them to their rooms.
Roman didn’t need her help finding his, but he didn’t know exactly where his mom had set up a room for Tate. He only knew that she had done it because she’d mentioned it any time he was around her. Of course, she always mentioned it as a complaint that Roman had never let the boy stay there.
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