reluctantly stepped inside The Family Farm house.
Part of him wanted to deny everything Faye was telling him, go home and forget about Scarlet Lovett.
But he couldn’t forget about her. Not if his father had included her and this other son in his will.
Bobby Lowman—his half brother.
Good God...he still couldn’t believe it. His father had another son. One he and Maddox and Brett had known nothing about.
Maddox and Brett were going to have a fit.
As he scanned the interior of the farmhouse, he couldn’t deny his father’s influence. It reminded him of the house on Horseshoe Creek. Wood floors, sturdy oak furniture, a giant family table in the dining room, a kitchen adjoining it that held another big round wooden table and a butcher-block counter.
Landscape paintings and farm and ranch tools decorated the walls in the hall and the dining room where several kids of varying ages sat eating what smelled like homemade chicken potpie.
A brick fireplace in the dining room and another one in the living room added to the homey feel.
Laughter, chatter and teasing rumbled from the table.
“I told you it was dinnertime,” Faye said. “The kids take turns helping prepare the meal and cleaning up. Their rooms are down the hall. We have a maximum of four children to a room, and in some cases only two. Boys and girls are housed on opposite sides of the main living area.”
She escorted him past the dining room to a large room equipped with several smaller tables and a computer area. “The children attend public school, and after school gather here to do their homework. We have volunteers who tutor those who need it.”
Ray nodded, trying to imagine his father in this place. “My father tutored kids?”
“No, he said schooling wasn’t his forte.”
You could say that again.
“But he helped in other ways. He organized games for the kids, like horseshoes, roping contests and, twice a month, he brought a couple of horses over to teach the children grooming skills and how to ride.”
She gestured at a back window that offered a view of the pastureland. “He planned to build a stable so we could house a few horses on-site. When the older boys discovered his son was a bull rider, they begged him to bring him here to meet them.”
Ray shifted. “That would have required him to tell us about this place.”
Faye’s eyes flickered with compassion. “I never quite understood that, but I figured it wasn’t my place to question your daddy, not when he was doing so much for us.”
Hurt swelled inside Ray. Nice that he’d been a hero for these strangers when he’d lied to his own sons.
A little boy with brown hair and big clunky glasses ran in. “Miss Faye, we’re done. Barry wants to know if we can go out and play horseshoes.”
Faye ruffled the little boy’s hair. “I’ll be right there, Corey. You guys help Miss Lois clean up now.”
Corey bobbed his head up and down, then ran back to the dining room. Ray heard him shouting that they could play once they cleaned up.
Faye squeezed Ray’s arm. “You’re welcome to stay and play a game with the children. They’d like it, especially since you’re Joe’s son.”
Ray chewed the inside of his cheek. The air was suddenly choking him. “I’m sorry, I can’t today. I have to go.”
Faye nodded as if she understood, but her smile was sad. “I don’t know what we’re going to do now without Joe.”
Ray didn’t, either. But it wasn’t his problem.
Was it?
Hell, if his father had made provisions for Scarlet and his illegitimate son Bobby, he’d probably made arrangements to take care of this place, too.
Another thing to discuss with the lawyer and his brothers.
He ignored the chatter and laughter in the dining room as he walked past it to the front door. When he made it outside, he inhaled the crisp cool air, but his stomach was churning.
He checked his phone, hoping Bush would return his call, but there were no messages. He had to find out if Bobby planned to attend the meeting and stake his claim.
Ray gritted his teeth. He’d kept the truth from his brothers long enough. They deserved a heads-up before their world fell apart.
He would tell them as soon as Maddox returned.
* * *
SCARLET TRIED TO gauge the distance between the couch and the bedroom where she kept the pistol Joe had given her.
He’d insisted she take self-defense classes and he’d taught her to shoot so she could protect herself. Unarmed, she was no match for a two-hundred-and-forty-pound angry, drunk man.
Knowing Bobby’s triggers, that he liked to bully women and that he had no tolerance for people who crossed him, she forced her tone to remain calm. “What do you want, Bobby?”
“I want what’s mine.” He glared at her, then folded his arms and planted himself in front of her, legs apart on either side of hers, trapping her.
“I understand that and you deserve it.”
Distrust radiated from his every pore. “You went to the old man’s funeral?”
A pang of grief swelled inside Scarlet. “Yes, but I just watched from the sidelines.” She lifted her chin. “I didn’t see you there.”
“Barbara talked me out of it.” He gave a sarcastic chuckle. “I belonged there more than you did. You weren’t family.”
Scarlet bit her tongue but his hate-filled words hit home, resurrecting old hurts. “I figured it wasn’t the time to introduce myself to the McCullen brothers.”
It hadn’t gone very well today, either.
Bobby removed a pack of matches from his pocket, and she barely resisted a flinch. Bobby had always liked setting things on fire.
He struck a match, lit it and held it in front of her, the orange glow flickering and throwing off heat as he moved it nearer to her face. “I should have been a McCullen,” he said, a feral gleam to his eyes. “I should have had everything they did. That big damn ranch house and horses and land and...the privileges that came with it.” The match was burning down, and he dropped it in a coffee cup on her table, then lit another and waved it in front of her eyes.
With one beefy hand, he shoved her into a chair. “Then he brought you home and treated you like you were his own kid.”
Scarlet struggled to keep her breathing steady when she wanted to make a run for it. If she could reach her car, she could escape. And do what?
Call the police. She
