And to her absolute amazement, Lucas smiled back. A faint quirk of his lips that carved out the dimple in his left cheek, a trait passed on from Clayton to Clayton like a family legacy.
Lucas hated it. Erin, however, had referred to it as the “Clayton brand” and teased him about it.
Pressed her lips against it.
Swallowing hard, she turned her attention to Diamond, severing the fragile connection that had sprung up between them. “There’s a bucket of water and a clean towel in the tack room if you want to wash up.”
“Thanks.” The smile had disappeared.
Two polite strangers. That’s what the years of silence had accomplished.
It’s what Lucas had wanted, Erin reminded herself.
Diamond’s soft whicker was a welcome distraction. The mare was nuzzling her newborn foal, who lifted its head in response to the attention.
Caught up in the wonder of the moment, Erin watched the two interact until Lucas returned and began to collect his medical supplies.
“Everything looks good but I’d keep a close eye on her for the next twenty-four hours.” He turned to her, his gaze once again distant. “I’ll give you my cell number in case there’s a problem.”
Erin caught her lower lip between her teeth. She didn’t want his phone number. Didn’t want to see him again and deal with the stampede of emotions those denim-blue eyes triggered.
“That’s not necessary. I’ll call Tweed if I have any questions. He’s treated Diamond since I brought her home.”
“Tweed…” Lucas hesitated. “He’s planning to retire around the first of the year. Until then, he wants to stay in the clinic and limit his practice to pets.”
Erin sucked in a breath, hoping that didn’t mean what she thought it meant.
“I’m taking over the large animal side of his practice.”
That’s what she’d thought it meant.
“You’re staying in Clayton?” Erin tried to keep her voice steady.
“It looks that way. For a year.” Lucas didn’t sound happy about it, either.
So the rumors she’d heard about George Sr.’s will had been true. Until now, she hadn’t quite believed it.
“Yoo-hoo! Is anyone home?” A feminine voice floated through the barn.
“We’re in here,” Lucas called back.
A few seconds later, Mei Clayton appeared in the doorway, holding the hand of an adorable preschool-age boy. A bright red snowsuit enveloped his thin frame but instead of a stocking cap, a cowboy hat was perched on his head. A battered black Stetson that looked a lot like the one Lucas used to wear.
He smiled shyly, pressed his cheek against Mei’s leg and pointed to the foal. “Thatsa baby horse.”
Erin couldn’t help but smile back. “Babysitting today?”
Lucas and Mei exchanged a look that Erin couldn’t decipher.
“This is Max,” Mei said.
“Hey, Max.” Erin experienced the familiar pang that happened whenever a cute little kid came into the café. Someday. “I’m Erin. It’s nice to meet you. Do you like horses?”
“I like trucks better,” Max declared.
Erin winked at Mei. “We’ll have to work on that.”
“What’s up, sis?” Lucas shrugged his coat on. His sister slanted an apologetic look in his direction.
“I know I promised to watch Max this afternoon, but the high-school secretary called and asked if I would be available to attend an emergency parent-teacher conference after school. You didn’t answer your cell so I called Tweed to track you down.”
“That’s okay.” The affectionate smile Lucas gave her told Erin the siblings still shared a close bond. “I’m finished here.”
Max broke away from Mei. And to Erin’s astonishment, he headed straight for Lucas.
Her gaze bounced from Lucas’s sister to the boy, who’d wrapped both arms around Lucas’s knees and was clinging to him like a burr on a wool sock.
Lucas looked so uncomfortable with the attention that Erin had to stifle a smile.
“So, who does this little cowboy belong to?” She directed the question at Mei but it was Lucas who answered.
“He belongs to me.”
Chapter Three
Lucas saw the flash of hurt in Erin’s eyes before she could disguise it.
“I see,” she murmured.
Lucas doubted that. How could she? Even he wasn’t sure how he’d ended up with custody of someone else’s child.
He could almost guess what she was thinking. He was the guy who avoided family obligations like a disease. Sure, he’d been willing to marry Erin, but Lucas had come to realize that the proposal had been offered out of selfishness. He’d claimed he didn’t want to lose her, but what he hadn’t wanted to lose was the sense of peace she had brought to his life.
Which made him that guy.
The guy who had no business taking on the responsibility of a wife. Or a child.
“Oh, before I forget, here’s the Realtor’s number.” Mei fished a business card out of her coat pocket and handed it to him. “I ran into Bev yesterday afternoon and mentioned that you’re anxious to find something.”
Anxious to move out of his childhood home, Lucas thought. The last few days hadn’t been easy. Mei had done her best to ease the tension between him and their mother, but Lisette made no attempt to hide her disappointment in him. Something Lucas should have been used to by now.
Not only did his mother barely interact with Max, she’d refused to care for him when Lucas went out on a call. Mei babysat when she was available, but Lucas knew he couldn’t count on her generosity much longer. When his sister wasn’t substitute teaching at the high school, she was spending time with Jack McCord, the local search-and-rescue worker who had crossed state lines to bring him and Max to safety.
Lucas still couldn’t wrap his mind around that relationship. Mei and Jack, Charley Clayton’s stepson, had been at odds in high school but now they claimed to be in love. There seemed to be a lot of that going around, now that he thought about it.
So he wasn’t going to think about it.
“Thanks, Mei. I’ll try to give her a call after Max goes to bed tonight.”
Max frowned. “Don’t wanna go to bed.”
