so, it seems. And for your information, Sassy, our maid lives in the house. I won’t be alone.”
She’d not bothered to serve herself a drink, and Jonas decided this meeting had moved far beyond sharing refreshments. “From what Quint says, Sassy is young and always on the go. Especially at night. He wants a man in the house just in case there’s a problem.”
“I think the problem is him,” she muttered under her breath.
Jonas bit back his frustration. “I’m sorry the idea of me staying with you is so upsetting. Tell you what. You talk it over with your brother. As far as I’m concerned, I’m very comfortable in the bunkhouse. And maybe you have a male friend or relative that you’d rather have stay with you.” Rising to his feet, he placed the remainder of his coffee on the low table. “I’d better get back to work, Ms. Cantrell. It was nice meeting you. And thanks for the coffee.”
He was starting to walk off the porch when she suddenly called out to him. “Wait a minute, Mr. Redman. Please.”
Slowly she rose to her feet, and he paused near the steps as she walked over to him. As she did, a faint breeze ruffled her black hair and teased it around her shoulders. Earlier he’d caught the scent of honeysuckle emanating from her, and as she drew near, the sweet perfume intensified, reminding him of home.
He remained silent and simply waited for her to explain.
She shook her head slightly. “Look, I hope you won’t take this personally, but I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself.”
“You’re going to have a baby soon.”
“That doesn’t make me an invalid.”
He lifted the hat from his head and ran a hand through the flattened waves. “No. It makes you vulnerable,” he said as he settled the Stetson back into place.
She momentarily closed her eyes, and in that moment Jonas realized just how much her blue eyes dominated her features. They were as fresh and cool as the New Mexico sky and just as enchanting.
“I have a phone with me at all times,” she reasoned. “If I go into early labor, all I have to do is make a call.”
“That’s good. I’m glad you think I’m not needed. Because frankly, Ms. Cantrell, my hands are full with other duties right now. I’ve only been here three weeks, and your brother has big plans for this place—plans that I’m only starting to put into motion.”
In other words, he didn’t want to stay in the ranch house any more than she wanted him to, Alexa thought. That fact should have reassured her. Yet for some ridiculous reason she felt insulted. Men had never dismissed her. Even her failed relationship with Barry had ended because she’d chosen to end it. Not the other way around. The idea that Jonas Redman was simply going to walk away without a backward glance irked her in a way that took her by surprise.
Propping a hand on one hip, she cocked her head to one side. “So you’re not going to be moving into the house?”
He smiled a cool little smile, which prickled Alexa’s skin. The man was sexy and tough all rolled together. He was also just a tad too independent for her taste. What in the world had Quint been thinking when he’d hired this man; when he’d suggested this long, tall Texan move into the house with her? Had her brother gone crazy?
“No. Not unless you invite me to. Good day, Ms. Cantrell.”
Tipping his hat to her, he walked off the porch and toward the barn.
Feeling rather dazed, Alexa leaned against a wooden beam and watched as the man made his way across the ranch yard. The lack of rain had left the ground like powder, and dust rose in little puffs around his black boots. His strides were long and authoritative, their aim directed straight at the cattle barn.
She watched until he disappeared into an open door, while realizing with a sharp little sting that he’d never once looked back at her, the house or anything behind him.
Maybe he’s a man who never looks back, Alexa. Or maybe he considers you at the bottom of his important list.
Irked by the mocking voice in her head, she turned and hurried over to the chair where she’d been sitting. A cell phone was lying next to the tray of refreshments, and after quickly snatching it from the table, she sat down and punched in her brother’s number.
After several rings, the voice mail came on. Alexa snapped the phone shut and leaned her head against the back of the chair.
For one split second she felt like crying. But she bit her lip and pushed away the emotional storm. She’d never been a weak woman, and she wasn’t about to start just because her hormones were in overdrive.
Damn it. Things in her family had been in turmoil for the past several months. Why had Quint finally caved in to their grandfather and gone off to work on another section of Apache Wells? Now wasn’t a good time. Not with their mother gallivanting off to Texas and Alexa getting nearer and nearer to the birth of her baby!
Closing her eyes with shame, she pinched the bridge of her nose. What was the matter with her? This selfish attitude wasn’t really her. She was grateful that Frankie, their mother, was finally healthy and that she was going to spend time with Mac and Ripp, Alexa’s half brothers. After all these years her mother deserved this visit and more. As for Quint, he had his hands full. Especially this past year and a half, since their father, Lewis, had died and Abe, their grandfather, was placing more and more demands on him. Alexa didn’t need to be adding to her brother’s problems. She needed to be helping him in every way that she could. And she knew they wanted everything in order so they would be here to support her when the baby came.
That thought had just entered her head when the phone in her lap rang. Picking it up, she saw that it was Quint and she quickly answered. “Hello, big brother.”
“Just returning your call,” he replied. “Is everything okay there?”
She paused as she tried to decide exactly what to tell him. “Sure. Everything is fine. I was just touching base with you, that’s all. Did I catch you at a busy time?”
He sighed. “I’ve finally gotten the builders out here to start on the stables, but they’re missing some of the material they need. I’ll have to drive down to Ruidoso and put in an order.”
“You can’t do it over the phone?”
“No. It’s some things I need to look over and okay first.”
“Well, Mother got off a few minutes ago,” she informed him.
“Good. You can’t know how happy I am about this trip of hers. What about you?”
“Sure I’m happy for her. And she’s promised to be back at least two weeks before the baby is due.”
At first, when Alexa had learned that her mother had been keeping a past life secret from them and that Frankie also had two sons living in Texas, she’d been shocked and a little angry. All these years, Alexa had never imagined Frankie as anything more than a wife to Lewis, a mother to her and Quint. Learning that their mother had abandoned a family prior to theirs had shaken Alexa more than she’d ever wanted to admit to herself or anyone.
Quint said,
