to stand, she motioned for him to remain seated. The others seemed more interested in watching the activity in the nearest corral, where a cowboy worked with an Appaloosa gelding.
But it wasn’t just any cowboy. It was Nate Gallagher.
Anna slowed to a stop and watched the man gentle the nervous horse with a skill that seemed inborn. His movements were a sight to behold. With those broad shoulders and narrow hips, his black Stetson angled just right, he was a sight.
He filled his boots, those worn jeans and a chambray shirt as if they’d been made with him in mind.
Back at the hospital, his handsome appeal had been hard to ignore, but she’d noted a nervousness about him.
That certainly wasn’t the case now. He was clearly in his element on the Rocking C, where he moved with both strength and grace, his self-confidence apparent.
As Anna continued to watch him work, glued to the way he spoke to the horse, an array of Western movies and their male stars flashed in her mind. Yet Nate stood out from all of them.
Because he was real, Anna decided. In fact, he was so authentic, she could easily imagine him walking down an Old West street, a leather holster slung low on his hips, two Colt 45s at the ready. She’d never been attracted to cowboys before, but there was something fascinating about this one, something sexy and alluring.
He glanced her way for a moment then returned his full attention to the gelding. He obviously knew what he was doing with the horse, but how was he doing with little Jessica?
For that reason, romantically speaking, Nate Gallagher was strictly off-limits.
“Can I help you?” a male voice asked from behind.
She glanced over her shoulder to see an elderly cowboy with a thick head of white hair and a warm glimmer in his eyes. She slowly spun around, switched her briefcase to her left hand and greeted him with the customary shake. “I’m Anna Reynolds, a social worker with the Brighton Valley Medical Center. I came by to visit Mr. Gallagher and the baby.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Sam Darnell, the Rocking C foreman. I’ll let Nate know that you’re here. In the meantime, why don’t you go in the house? Joy, the ranch cook, has the baby. Last I knew, they were both in the kitchen.”
“Thank you.” Yet instead of going inside, as Sam had suggested, Anna said, “I imagine having a baby around is a bit of an adjustment for everyone. How are things going?”
“As good as can be expected, I suppose. Little Jessie isn’t much bigger than a peanut, but Joy says she’s taking to the bottle just fine. She’s also going through the diapers, which I suspect is a good sign.”
Anna smiled. “Yes, that’s a very good sign.” But there’d been more behind her question than that. She’d also wanted to know how Nate was doing. Was he adjusting to fatherhood? Was he bonding with his daughter?
In spite of the air of confidence he’d tried to project when he’d taken the baby home from the hospital, she’d sensed his discomfort and uneasiness. But she didn’t blame him for that. Suddenly being responsible for a newborn could be daunting under the best of circumstances, but it was even more stressful and worrisome when the baby was premature.
She stole another peek at the handsome cowboy, her gaze lingering longer than it should.
“When you wanted to know how ‘things’ were going,” the white-haired foreman said, “I guess you were actually wondering about how Nate was doing.”
She returned her focus to Sam. Normally, she kept her worries to herself, but she didn’t think complete honesty would hurt in this situation. “From what I understand, he just learned about the baby’s existence a couple of months ago. And since... Well, with the mother’s death, he has to deal with this all alone.”
“He’s not alone,” Sam said. “He’s got everyone here to help out.”
That was good. Wasn’t it?
Still, she was pretty astute herself, and something seemed off. She just wasn’t sure what it was. Maybe it was the fact that there were so many people here, including a bunch of old cowboys with who-knew-what kind of backgrounds.
Concern twisted into a bulky knot in her chest. No, something about this setup didn’t feel right.
She hoped Nate was prepared for and even looking forward to being a father, but in spite of what he’d implied at the hospital, she hadn’t been convinced. And she knew from experience what happened when a man didn’t step up and take on a paternal role. Her own father certainly hadn’t wanted to be a daddy. He might have tried to do the right thing and married Anna’s mother when she’d gotten pregnant, but the couple had been young, and their marriage had been in trouble from the start. They’d fought from sunup to sundown, and eventually her dad had run off, abandoning his wife and child.
But this wasn’t about Anna or the man who’d disappointed her. It was about human nature, and that’s what had her worried.
She shook off the unpleasant memory and focused on the case at hand. “I’d better go inside. I’d like to look in on the little ‘peanut.’”
Sam didn’t respond, but then why would he? She’d already started for the house before she’d completed her last sentence.
When she reached the porch, where the two oldsters sat, she offered them a casual “Hello” then opened the screen door and stepped inside. Before she could scan the living room, a long, appreciative whistle sounded from out on the porch.
“Now that’s what I call a pretty little gal,” one of the men said. “You think she’s applying for a job here?”
The other chuckled. “It’d sure be nice if she was. I like living on a ranch, but you can’t beat the pretty feminine scenery.”
Anna probably ought to consider that a compliment, but that was another thing that made her uneasy. She didn’t know anything about these men. Not that she expected them to be doddering old fools, completely oblivious to those around them. But was this really a good place to raise a baby?
She was just about to venture into the house, assuming she’d have to find the kitchen on her own, when she spotted a gray-haired man sitting in a brown vinyl recliner. He was holding a bottle and a small bundle wrapped in pink flannel.
So she approached the elderly resident and asked, “How’s little Jessica doing today?”
He looked up and grinned, his tired eyes sparking with mirth. “She’d probably be a whole lot happier if Joy was feeding her, instead of an old coot like me. But I’m getting the hang of this.”
“I can see that.” Anna offered him a smile of her own then introduced herself and told him why she’d come.
“You probably ought to talk to Joy or to one of the women,” he said. “I’m just a temporary babysitter.”
She’d like to talk to everyone here—the residents, the cook, the nurses. She’d especially like to talk to Nate. But apparently, until he was able to come inside to meet with her, the “temporary sitter” would have to do.
“How about her daddy?” Anna asked. “How’s he
