only emerged on rare occasions.
This obviously wasn’t going to be one of them.
Somehow Cole had come to blame her for the separation and divorce. She wasn’t sure how or why she had come to bear that burden but the unfairness of it made her want to scream.
She, at least, had been faithful to her marriage vows. Though she hadn’t been perfect by any means and had long ago accepted her share of responsibility for the breakup of her marriage, in her heart she knew she had tried to be a good wife.
She had supported Richard through his last years of medical school, residency, internship. She had scrimped and saved throughout their twelve-year marriage to help pay off his student loans, had run the household virtually alone during that time as he worked to establish his career, had tried time and again to bridge the increasing chasm between them as he focused on his practice to the complete exclusion of his family.
She had tried. Not perfectly, she would admit, but she had wanted her marriage to work.
Richard had had other ideas, though. He went to Paris for a conference and met his Giselle and decided family and vows and twelve years of marriage didn’t stack up well against a twenty-year-old Frenchwoman with a tight body and pouty lips.
Jenny had long ago come to terms with Richard Boyer’s betrayal of her. But she would never forgive him for what his complete abandonment of his family had done to his children. Morgan had stopped crying herself to sleep some time ago and seemed to be adjusting, but Cole carried so much anger inside him he seethed with it.
Lucky her, she seemed to be the only outlet for his rage.
She tried to remember what the therapist she’d seen in Seattle had told her, that Cole only lashed out at her because she was a safe target. Her son knew she wouldn’t abandon him like his father, so he focused all the force of his rage toward her.
She still wasn’t sure she completely bought into that explanation. Even if she did, she wasn’t sure it would make his rebelliousness and unhappiness any more palatable.
With each mile marker, he seemed to sink further into gloom on the seat beside her.
A large timber arch across a gravel side road proudly bore the name of the Cold Creek Land & Cattle Company in cast-iron letters. She slowed the SUV and turned in.
“It won’t be so bad,” she said, fighting the completely juvenile urge to cross her fingers. “Who knows? You might even enjoy it.”
He rolled his eyes. “Cleaning up horse crap? Right. Can’t wait.”
She sighed, wondering if Seth Dalton had any clue what joy was in store for him today.
The ranch house was shielded from the main road by a long row of trees, which made the first sight of it all the more dramatic. It was perfect for the landscape here, a bold, impressive structure of rock and logs, with the massive peaks of the Tetons as a backdrop.
She’d always considered November a particularly lonely, unattractive month, without October’s swirling colors or December’s sparkling anticipation. In November, the trees were bleak and bare and everything seemed frost-dead and barren.
The Cold Creek seemed to be an exception. Oh, the gardens out front had been cut down, the beds prepared for winter, but the long rows of weathered fence line and the sheer impressiveness of the house and outbuildings gave a stark beauty to the scene.
Not sure quite where to go to find Seth Dalton, she slowed as she reached the house and then stopped altogether when she saw a figure emerge from an immense barn, carrying a bale of hay by the baling twine.
It wasn’t Seth, she realized, but his brother Wade, Natalie’s father.
The oldest Dalton brother had two children in her school—Natalie and her younger brother, Tanner. Natalie was a dear, though a little bossy, but Tanner had been in her office on more than one occasion for some mischief or other. He wasn’t malicious, just highly energetic.
The few times she had met with Wade Dalton and his wife, Caroline, at various school functions and when having discussions about Tanner’s behavior, she’d been struck by the deep vein of happiness she sensed running through the family.
She didn’t like to admit she felt envy and regret when she saw two people so obviously in love.
Wade caught sight of them now and smiled, dropping the bale and tipping his hat in a way she still hadn’t become accustomed to here in cowboy country.
He didn’t look at all surprised to see them as he crossed the yard to her SUV. Seth must have told him the whole story about Cole stealing his brother’s car. What must he think of her and her delinquent son? she wondered, her face warming.
He only smiled in welcome. “Ms. Boyer. Kids,” he said in that slow drawl she’d noticed before. “Welcome to the Cold Creek.”
She couldn’t help but smile back. “Thank you. We were supposed to be meeting your brother Seth this morning.”
“Right. He mentioned your boy would be coming by to help him. He’s up at the horse barn. Just follow the gravel road there another half mile or so and you can’t miss it.”
“Thank you,” she said, wondering how big the ranch must be if the horse barn was a half mile from the main ranch house. The road took them up a slight grade, through a heavy stand of spruce and pines and aspen and then the view opened up and she caught sight of the horse operation.
Two dozen horses grazed in the vast pasture, their coats gleaming in the cool morning sunlight.
Barn seemed a vast understatement for the imposing white-painted structure that dominated the view. It was massive, at least twice as large as the barn they had passed closer to the ranch house, and more horses were in individual corrals off it.
As she pulled up and parked, she caught sight of a small two-story log home behind it. Situated to face the Tetons, the house had one steep gable with a balcony protruding from a window in the center and a wide porch looking out over the view.
She wasn’t sure how she knew—maybe the tiny saplings out front that looked like they hadn’t been there long—but the house looked new. Everything did, she thought. From the corrals to the vast gleaming barn to the pickup truck parked outside, everything gleamed with prosperity.
She had barely turned off the engine when Seth Dalton walked out of the barn and she had to catch her breath at the picture he made. He was wearing a worn denim jacket and a black cowboy hat. As he moved with that unconscious grace she’d noticed the night before, she saw he also wore figure-hugging jeans that suddenly made her feel jittery and weak-kneed.
The man was entirely too good-looking. She wasn’t sure why that observation made her so irritable, but she found herself fighting the urge to shut the SUV door with a little more force than necessary, especially when he aimed that killer grin in her direction.
“Morning. It’s a gorgeous one, isn’t it?”
She raised a skeptical eyebrow. Clouds hung low over the Tetons and the cold wind felt heavy with the promise of snow.
“If you say so.”
He laughed, a low, throaty sound that made her
