just like that, he was a father. An unwilling father.
“I don’t have time for this,” he said to the infant now, his deep voice rumbling ominously, like thunder over the plains. “I’ve got a job to see to and enough responsibilities without you adding to them.”
The baby—Avery—responded to his words by howling and crying even harder.
He had no idea how to get her to stop. The least the woman could have done was left some kind of how-to book along with the baby.
He’d done his best to try to locate Joyce again. But there was absolutely no sign of her in the nearby town. He’d gone back to the saloon where he’d initially met her. The bartender there had no clue who she was or where to find her.
Which meant he was stuck with this crying, damp responsibility, one who never seemed to sleep more than five minutes at a time.
“I’m too old for this,” he snapped impatiently.
Avery didn’t seem to care.
Chapter 1
“You see all this, Cheyenne?” Gabriella Colton said to the three-month-old baby girl she was holding up in her arms.
Gabby moved slowly around in a complete circle, intentionally giving her niece a complete panoramic view of the outdoor area where she was standing. There was nothing but breathtaking scenery as far as the eye could see.
While almost her entire family—as well as most of the staff who worked to keep her father’s Wyoming ranch, whimsically christened Dead River Ranch, running smoothly—were presently at the rodeo, Gabby had elected to remain behind and babysit her oldest sister’s, Amanda’s, daughter.
Staying home hadn’t been a hardship for Gabby, really. She loved children, loved caring for Cheyenne, and she had no great love for rodeos the way the rest of her family did. Attending one would only bring back bad memories that were better left buried. Her first love, Kyle, had thrown her over to join the rodeo circuit as a bronco buster. She had believed him when he’d told her he loved her, discovering that he said the word love as frequently as he said “hi.” At least he meant the latter, she thought ruefully.
But Gabby didn’t want anything bringing her down on this absolutely gorgeous July afternoon, so she’d volunteered to remain at Dead River while everyone else had gone to see wranglers pitting themselves against four-footed competitors.
“Isn’t it beautiful, darlin’? This is your grandpa’s ranch, and someday, years from now, you’ll have a part of it. It’s a little quiet now, but that’s because everyone’s gone to the rodeo. But we don’t mind the quiet, do we?” she asked the infant. Cheyenne stared up at her with huge eyes, as if her niece understood every word she said. Gabby liked to think that she did. “When it’s quiet like this, we can appreciate how really beautiful this part of the country is.”
As Gabby moved from the sprawling courtyard toward the stables, the tranquillity of the afternoon was suddenly shattered with the sound of absolutely heartwrenching, plaintive wails.
“Uh-oh, looks like I spoke too soon about it being so quiet. Want to go investigate?” she asked the baby. Pretending to receive an affirmative answer, Gabby nodded and said, “That’s what I thought. Okay, let’s go see what this is all about.”
Gabby had taken only a few more steps toward the distressed cries when the source of all that crying became all too apparent.
Trevor Garth, the tall, ruggedly handsome and incredibly silent head of her father’s security, came walking out of the small petting zoo, which was being added to the ranch’s landscape. As of yet, the zoo was still in the process of being constructed. It was something the ranch hands had begun to put together with the idea that it would be a place for Cheyenne and her little friends to play when she became older.
Trevor’s ordinarily somber face sported a pronounced scowl, and it was a toss-up who looked more unhappy, he or the squalling infant in his arms.
When his job didn’t force him to interact with someone on the ranch, the dark-haired ex-cop from Cheyenne kept mostly to himself, obviously preferring his own company to that of others. He’d been at Dead River for five years now and had, until just recently, been more or less of a stranger as far as Gabby and the others were concerned.
What had changed in this past month was his status. With one very short but eventful delivery, he’d gone from being a loner to a rather unhappy-looking, unwilling father. One glance at his pained expression right now told Gabby that the man did far better as a loner than a father.
The more the baby in his arms cried, the more at a loss and flustered Trevor seemed to grow.
Gabby had never been able to just look away if she encountered someone in obvious distress. It just wasn’t in her to stand around, idle, without trying to remedy the situation. She just wasn’t built that way.
“What do you say you and I go rescue Avery’s dad?” she asked Cheyenne. The baby gurgled in response and Gabby laughed. “My sentiments exactly. He looks just like a fish out of water,” she agreed. “But it would be cruel of us just to watch him flounder like that, wouldn’t it?” she asked Cheyenne even as she made her way over to the far-from-happy man.
As a man who made it his business to be perpetually aware of his surroundings, Trevor caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and looked in that direction. He was surprised to see his boss’s youngest daughter heading his way.
Great, he thought darkly, just what he needed. Little Miss Sunshine to add her voice to the cacophony coming out of his daughter’s rosebud mouth.
It wasn’t that he actually disliked Gabby Colton. To be honest, he didn’t know her well enough to dislike her. Granted, the vibrant redhead was more than a little attractive, but she was also naively optimistic. His opinion was based on the fact that she wholeheartedly wanted to build a center for troubled kids smack-dab in the middle of the ranch, using an empty barn as her starting point.
As if one act of kindness would somehow instantly transform hardened, cynical street kids into reformed angels.
Ain’t gonna happen, he thought sarcastically.
She was still heading toward him. Damn. The last thing he needed was to have the boss’s daughter clucking over his so-called daughter, making insipid comments and giving him worse-than-useless advice. He had a feeling that she probably knew even less than he did about child rearing. She seemed like the type that was just interested in spoiling a kid rotten, then later was shocked when that kid turned out to be a self-centered brat.
Oh, hell, what did he know? He supposed that it wasn’t quite fair for him to assume something like that. She had to know more than he did.
When she finally reached him, Trevor tipped his black Stetson at her, murmured “Ms. Gabby” politely enough and continued walking.
It took Gabby a moment to summon her courage—there was something really intimidating about the tall, muscular former law-enforcement officer. But his wailing daughter made her forget about her own discomfort, leaving her no choice.
“Trevor, wait,” Gabby called out, hurrying to catch up to him. The man had one hell of a lengthy stride, especially when he walked quickly.
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