the mud room door. “Yes, you can, but I want you to go change out of your jeans into some warm sweats.”
He tugged off his cap, revealing his curly dark hair. “Ah, Mom. I want to talk to Boone some more.”
That was the problem. She had to nix this before her son drove the ranch hand crazy. “You can when you get back, but right now there’s a storm coming and we need to take care of the livestock, too.”
“’Kay,” he murmured and walked out of the room.
“I apologize for all my son’s questions on the way home.”
“Not a problem. He seems like a good kid.”
“I think so, but I’m a little biased.” She smiled and he smiled back before he turned away to the window.
Boone Gifford wasn’t what you’d call classically handsome, but you took notice of the man. His ebony eyes were deep set, his jaw was chiseled with a shadow of a beard. His thick hair was coal black with a slight wave and long enough to brush the back of his collar. He was tall, well-over six feet, with shoulders so broad it made the room seem crowded.
Boone turned back toward her, catching her looking at him.
“Looks like this storm is going to be a rough one,” he said, his gaze holding hers. “I should get out to the barn while I have a chance.”
She cleared her throat, but couldn’t remember what she wanted to say. She nodded, then went to the counter and began making coffee. “Good idea.”
“Okay, you have anything special you need done?”
“My sister, Kelley, left written instructions in the tack room. And your sleeping quarters are right next door.”
He nodded. “I’ll go check out things and be back shortly.” He started for the door, then stopped. “What did your son mean when he asked if I was his Christmas wish?”
She froze. “Oh, you know how kids are. It’s only two weeks before Christmas and he has his list of what he wants. I’m sorry if he bothered you.”
“It’s not a problem.” He paused again. “What exactly is he asking for?”
Jesse walked into the room. “I want a Dad.”
Boone hurried into the barn and forced the door shut against the bitter cold wind. He was a coward. He’d had the perfect chance to tell her the real reason he was here. Instead he let her continue to think he was the ranch hand who’d been hired to help out. Why not? Amelia Hughes needed help, and he could at least hang around until the other guy showed up.
Boone walked down the center aisle to find everything neat and orderly. There were nearly a dozen stalls lining the walls, four with horses. He found he was a little envious.
Back in Texas his barn had looked a lot like this one. He’d taken pride in all the work he and his dad had put into the Last Dollar Ranch. The house had been far from a showplace, because they put every penny into the care of the stock. Then, after the bank took over, the ranch fell into total neglect. But not for long. Thanks to the financial settlement from the accident, he had the money and the opportunity to get it back.
Just as soon as he paid his other debt.
Suddenly a big chocolate Labrador appeared and began barking. “Hey, fella. Where’d you come from?” Boone held out his hand and the animal approached, then began wagging his tail. Once the dog relaxed, Boone petted him. He noticed the animal’s full flanks. He grinned after further examination. “So you’re a gal and a mother-to-be. And by the looks of it, you don’t have long to go.”
The dog barked in agreement.
Boone stood. “Come on, show me around?”
They headed toward the immaculate tack room and the dog’s bed lined with blankets. He also found the list of boldly printed instructions. The next room was the sleeping quarters for the hired hand. A single bunk and a dresser, plus a wall heater. This wasn’t meant for him. And before the real ranch hand showed up, he’d best tell Amelia the truth.
His thoughts turned to the pretty woman with the rich green eyes. She had a full, tempting mouth that caused his body to tighten, making him realize how alone he’d been the past six months.
He shook off the wayward thoughts. What would Amelia Hughes do when she realized he hadn’t been exactly truthful? He rubbed the back of his neck. Maybe he should just hand over the envelope addressed to her and head out.
The wind howled outside. He wasn’t going anywhere right now, and maybe not for a while.
And there was Jesse. He needed to know about his daddy, especially since Russ Eldon had died before he got the chance to come and meet his son.
Now all Boone had to do was tell a little boy he would never get his Christmas wish.
Chapter Two
AMELIA PACED THE KITCHEN, occasionally glancing out the window at the blowing snow. She couldn’t see a thing. And according to the forecast, the weather wasn’t going to improve for at least three or four days. How bad was it going to get? She looked toward the barn, barely able to see the red structure. Suddenly, she was happy Boone Gifford had showed up.
The phone rang and she picked it up on the second ring. “Hello.”
“Amelia. It’s Kelley.”
“Kelley, hi. Is Gram okay?”
“Yes. I got her settled in her room and she’s resting right now.”
“That’s good.” Amelia knew how hard it had been to convince seventy-five-year-old Ruby Hughes to have this procedure done.
“Well, the doctor had to sedate her so she’d be relaxed.” There was a pause. “How are you and Jesse doing? I’m worried about this storm, Amelia. It’s going to get bad.”
Amelia glanced outside again. The wind was blowing heavy snow. “We’ll be fine, Kel.”
“But what if you can’t get out?”
“I have help.”
“Oh, good. So Joe sent over the hand from Sky High Ranch.”
She wasn’t going to tell her sister that he had already rescued her and Jesse. “Yes, he’s moving his things into the barn and checking on the horses.”
“I’m glad you’re not there alone.”
So was she, but she’d never tell Kelley. “I know you don’t think so, but I can handle things. I’ve lived out here as long as you have.”
“I know, but I can’t help being worried.”
“Don’t, because then Gram will worry, too. She’s got to be your only concern right now. Mine is the ranch and Jesse.” She went to the high counter that divided the kitchen from the dining room and glanced further into the great room to find her son sitting in front of the television watching
