door, she’d never settle for someone like him. She was too smart and too pretty for a lonely widower who lived on an isolated ranch with nothing but a bunch of uncouth men for company.
All the same reasons she couldn’t watch the children. Mrs. Stuart at the mercantile had practically tackled him when he’d stepped off the train with Tessa by his side. No doubt the old busybody had been watching them like a hawk, searching for any sign of impropriety.
At least Tessa didn’t appear shocked by the Cains’ ribbing. Their candor could be disconcerting. He shook his head. The idea was crazy. Out of the question. He’d already got married once for the sake of the children. What kind of fool made the same mistake twice? Clearly he wasn’t marriage material. As for sending away for a bride, who in their right mind would come all this way to marry a man sight unseen? The idea was ludicrous.
Tessa perched on a chair and lifted Owen into her lap. “I was starting to think that door had mysterious properties.”
Shane chuckled. “JoBeth, the marshal’s wife, comes in through the back as well. It’s a shortcut from the telegraph office where she works. She must be around here someplace. The kids didn’t make that walk alone. She’s probably upstairs.”
Voices and footsteps rumbled overhead, and a welter of emotions swirled around him. He envied the Cains’ easy camaraderie and close-knit family. After his father left, he’d quit school and supported his mother by working as a cattle hand. A man’s job that hadn’t left him much time for anything but eating and sleeping.
Following his mother’s death, he’d worked even harder, saving up money for his own place. That was all he’d ever known—work and responsibilities. The kids were the best thing that had ever happened to him. They deserved a childhood. Although he supposed most folks didn’t think about such frivolous things, having surrendered his own youth, he wanted more for them.
A burst of laughter from overhead filtered through the vents. The Cains liked each other and enjoyed spending time together. Sometimes they tried to pull him into their antics, like this afternoon, but he always kept a distance. Even when his family had been together, they’d never shared that sort of lighthearted connection, and he wasn’t certain how to fit in.
He caught sight of Owen and grimaced.
The boy had turned away, making an exaggerated point of ignoring Shane. Of the two children, Owen had taken the change the hardest. He’d been sullen and withdrawn since the move. While understandable, his rejection still hurt.
Owen glared. “Want Scout.”
The demand had Shane shuffling his feet. “He’s at home. I’ll bring him for a visit next time.”
Tessa glanced between the two. “Who is Scout?”
“A horse.” Visiting Scout each morning had been part of their daily routine since before Owen could walk. He’d even had his own currycomb and took great pride in brushing the feathered hair above the animal’s hooves. Over seventeen hands high, the enormous draft horse had taken a shine to Owen as well and always remained docile beneath his ministration. “Owen wasn’t happy about leaving him behind.”
That was an understatement. Shane briefly closed his eyes against the memory of the boy’s pitiful sobs.
Tessa pressed a hand against her stomach, and Shane recalled the rumblings he’d heard earlier.
He’d been almost rude with her before. The decision to leave Alyce and Owen with the Cains had weighed heavily on him, and he hadn’t been very good company on the train ride back or even today, for that matter.
In an effort to atone for his previous behavior, he asked, “Have you eaten yet?”
She glanced up. “Not yet.”
He studied Tessa’s upturned face and his gut knotted. Lines of tension framed her mouth and dark circles showed beneath her eyes. He recalled the trunk he’d seen in the haberdashery window and realized why the familiar-looking luggage had caught his eye. She must be pawning her belongings. Most telling of all, she’d been frantic about the reward this morning when she’d been hesitant about the money before. Those hints might have clued him in earlier if he hadn’t been wrapped up in his own concerns.
Tessa was obviously short on funds.
She’d been adamant about leaving town as soon as the reward arrived. What was she going to do now? What were her plans for the future? Forcing his questions aside, he reached for his coat.
Curiosity was holding up what needed to be done. “Join me for lunch at the hotel. I could use a bite.” Actually, he’d eaten an hour ago. “I insist. You can fill me in on the gossip from town.”
Owen had practically attached himself to Tessa. Most likely she’d be gone soon, another disappointment for the boy, yet he couldn’t deny them their visit. At least the twins were smiling for once. All three of them had been more somber than usual lately. The finality of their situation had left Shane troubled and distracted. Assisting someone else was the perfect way to take his mind off his worries.
“Um,” Tessa began. “There is one small matter I’d like to discuss over lunch.”
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