are?”
“I shouldn’t take up any more of your time.”
As he began to reach for the door handle again, Alana touched his arm. “Wait.”
Mack turned back in surprise. When he saw her pensive look, curiosity got the best of him.
“You need to know something, and I’d like you to hear it from me rather than just reading it cold and misunderstanding. In the will,” she said, nodding to the envelope in his grasp, “Fred was concerned that something might have happened to you before he actually passed—or that somehow the place would end up on the auction block, or worse.”
Mack raised an eyebrow. “What would he have considered worse?”
“Your mother sweeping in and taking possession.”
Mack grunted. That would have done it, he thought wryly. “So what did he do? Just spit it out,” he ordered, as she continued to hesitate.
“He adjusted his will so that if you died, or if you relinquish claim on the estate, it falls to me.”
Chapter Two
So that’s what it took to break the iron man’s enigmatic stare and impressive control, Alana thought, as the news registered in Mack’s expression. But she couldn’t blame him for being slow to reply. She’d been bowled over herself when Fred announced his decision some six months ago.
“Congratulations,” Mack finally said.
His tone left little to imagine about his mindset. “Don’t make it sound like that. I tried to talk him out of it.”
“I’m sure you did.”
“Yes. I did.”
“But the fact that you didn’t convince him tells me that he hoped in the end that you would get the place. He really didn’t want me to have it.”
“That’s not true. He was sorry about your broken relationship, but so much time had passed, he didn’t know where to begin trying to mend things.”
“I could have my own family, who might need a decent home, or help that this could provide,” Mack said, nodding in the direction of the house.
“Do you?”
“No.”
She’d gathered as much already, by the way he was traveling and from what he’d said earlier, but she couldn’t help but feel an odd relief at hearing him confirm it. “Well, I’m sorry if his decision offends, but the fact remains that he was determined to keep your mother off the ranch.” What he’d actually said was that he would “volunteer for hell first,” and had insisted to Alana that she was more family to him than his own flesh and blood was.
“That much I understand,” Mack said in reference to his mother. “I remember some whopper yelling matches between those two.”
“Uncle Duke pretty much said the same thing.” Alana slid him a sidelong look. “Do you know where she is these days?”
“The last contact I had with her, she was wanting to borrow an additional twenty thousand to add to the percentage she owned in a strip joint she managed in California.”
“You’re serious?”
“That was pretty much my reaction to her. Needless to say, she hasn’t been in touch since.”
That was some story not to pass on to his children—if he ever had any. “So you’re okay now?”
“With her choices?” Mack’s lips twisted with distaste. “Who can ever be okay with that? But it’s her business.”
“I meant with my news.”
“Well, it could be worse,” he drawled. “If my father was anything like my mother, I could be stuck with having to call you ‘Mom.’”
Alana pursed her lips, thinking he didn’t realize how close he came to the truth. “At one point, that was his plan.”
Mack’s eyes narrowed. “That son of a—”
“Calm down. I pretended that he was joking.” He didn’t need to know that she’d left in complete emotional turmoil and had immediately saddled her horse and had ridden for hours to deal with her feelings. “At any rate, it didn’t happen.”
“Probably not for lack of trying.” Mack’s gaze swept over her. “Were you ever lovers?”
Alana matched him stare for stare. “I told you that he and Uncle Duke finished raising me. What do you think?”
“I think that it sounded like a win-win situation for you.”
To some, Alana thought. The most mercenary. But Fred’s thinking had been all pragmatism just as his instincts were that of a caretaker, even then. He’d reasoned that, since she didn’t seem in any hurry to let any “young rooster” sweep her off her feet, they could marry and merge Last Call and Pretty Pines. That would give them twice the clout in the community and keep it out of the hands of developers and a certain bottled-water company that wanted the aquifer water the ranch sat on. Alana also knew Fred’s other motivation—that he had shared Uncle Duke’s worry that the loss of her brother and parents had changed her forever, that maybe with more responsibility or his—what? Attention? Influence? That she would quit risking her neck on overspirited horses and handling the night shift that no one else wanted for exactly those reasons.
“I loved Fred,” she reiterated. “But I wasn’t about to expose either of us to the gossip and taunts that were likely to follow from agreeing to marry him. And I never could have taken him as a lover.” She gestured again to the keys he held. “But all that is immaterial now. You’re here and I’m out of the picture.”
“Are you? Let’s see,” Mack replied.
Too late, Alana realized what he was up to. Before she could stop him, he reached over to cup the back of her head, and pressed his lips to hers.
At first, she just tried to push him away. It wasn’t her intent to injure—she understood the rush of emotions that he was experiencing. She could feel his anger at Fred, even his hurt, and she was the closest thing to being able to strike out at him. But she also had to make Mack realize how wrong and off base he was in pulling this stunt. Then, before she could do more than grip his wrists, he softened the kiss.
The change had her momentarily hesitating, and that was a mistake. It lowered her guard enough for her to realize how wonderful his lips felt against hers, caressing and coaxing, even yearning. She hadn’t been kissed in a while—her choice—and never with this kind of wistful persuasion. It undermined her ability to keep her heart steeled against feelings, and crept under her defenses to remind her that she was all too human, and the world was fast becoming a lonelier place.
Just when she began to reach for his face to trace the sharp contours, she found herself released. When she opened her eyes, Mack was opening the door.
“That’s what I thought,” he muttered, before slamming the door shut behind him.
* * *
That had been a damned foolish thing to do, Mack thought as Alana spun the patrol car into a sharp U-turn the second he had his duffel bag, and sped down the driveway. She also pulled out into the street and burned rubber as she drove away, leaving the front gate open. It could have been worse. She could have taken off with his bag. Bottom line, he didn’t regret it. Another couple hundred feet of walking in pain to lock up would be a small price to pay for getting under Alana Anders’s skin the way she had his.
He’d wanted to kiss her at first sight. Okay, soon after he first looked over and realized the smoky-voiced female asking about his welfare wasn’t a figment of his imagination. So things hadn’t gone as he would have liked thereafter, but then he always expected to be let down by people. It was a lesson learned in the volatile company of his parents. In