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Made in Texas!
Crystal Green
Donna Byrd came west to claim her inheritance – not fall for a sweet-talking, sexy-as-sin Texas rancher!The New York City magazine entrepreneur knows exactly the type of man she wants to marry…and it’s not Caleb Granger. So why is Donna finding her resolve crumbling in the face of this cowboy’s powerful persuasion?So when CEO Caleb Fairchild marches into her life, the instant attraction to this gorgeous pinstriped man is the last thing Becca needs – especially when Caleb wants to be closer. But Becca knows that when her secrets are revealed, betrayal’s inevitable.




Danger, Donna Byrd, said a little voice in her head. Danger!
But she was in a rather reckless mood. “How interesting would you like to make this?”
He jerked his chin toward the board and, damn, it was sexy.
“If I hit the center,” he said, “you will answer any question I ask.”
“That’s begging for trouble.”
“I’ll take it easy on you. Promise.” He hit the bull’s-eye with no problem.
“Okay. Have at it.”
Her choice of words could’ve been better. Or maybe they were perfect, because a wicked gleam in his gaze told her that she’d hit her own bull’s-eye in him.
Caleb sauntered over to the board, plucking out the darts, then leaning against the wall. In his faded blue jeans, tattered boots, long-sleeved white shirt and that hat, he seemed as though he should be out riding the range, not taking aim at her.
But when he did, his aim was true.
“What’s the one thing I can do to persuade you to give me a chance, Donna Byrd?”

About the Author
CRYSTAL GREEN lives near Las Vegas, where she writes for the Mills & Boon
Cherish™ and Blaze
lines. She loves to read, over-analyze movies and TV programs, practice yoga and travel when she can. You can read more about her at www.crystal-green.com, where she has a blog and contests. Also, you can follow her on Twitter @CrystalGreenMe.

Made in Texas!
Crystal Green


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To Judy Duarte and Sheri WhiteFeather—finally, our Byrds find life!

Chapter One
“Whoa there, Lady Bird, let me give you a hand with that.”
As Donna Byrd heard the deep, drawling voice behind her, she kept on lifting the hand-carved rocking chair that she’d barely been able to liberate from the bed of one of the Flying B’s pickups.
But just as she got the furniture under control, she looked over her shoulder to see who was calling her such a name as “Lady Bird,” and her grip faltered.
Dimples.
That was what she saw first. Then the light blue eyes that pierced her with an unexpected shock. A shock that she hadn’t felt for… Well, a long, long time.
A shock that she really didn’t have time for with everything that was going down at the Flying B Ranch.
The owner of those dimples didn’t seem to care about Donna’s bottlenecked schedules or Byrd family scandals as he grabbed the wobbling rocking chair from her and deftly swung it on to one of his broad shoulders. Then he flashed that smile at her again, his cowboy hat now shading his face from the early July sun. “Where do you need me to put this…?”
“You can call me Donna Byrd,” she said, correcting him before he could get too cute and call her Lady Bird again. She gestured toward the main house, with two separate wings spreading out from its core and a wraparound porch. It was the very definition of Texas cattleman’s domain to her. “You can set the rocker in the living room, if you don’t mind.”
“I don’t mind a bit.”
He gave her a long look that covered her all the way from head to toe and sizzled along every inch of skin.
By the time his gaze burned a trail back up her body again, Donna’s breath had completely stopped.
Even though she was trying to tell herself that she didn’t know him from Adam, she vaguely remembered him. She’d seen him one time, a few months ago, back when her cousin Tammy had injured herself and this same ranch hand had been there to help her out.
He hadn’t smiled at her this way, though… At least, Donna didn’t think so. She’d been too focused on Tammy’s injury to remember. Plus, there’d been a million other things distracting her, like turning the main house and surrounding cabins into a bed-and-breakfast business. She, her sister, Jenna and Tammy had inherited the property from a grandfather none of them had ever met before. Besides that, there were all the personal issues that she’d been trying to deal with.
Even if she had noticed this guy’s dimples, she wouldn’t have had time for more than a passing glance.
Now he winked at her and carried the rocker up the steps and through the front door she’d already opened. She took a moment, getting her first official good look at him, his worn Wranglers cupping his rear end, his white T-shirt clinging to the muscled lines of his back.
That shock she’d felt before returned with a blast of heat, and she chased it away by shutting the pickup’s tailgate, the slam like a punch of reality.
She was thirty-one, too old and too wise to be ogling cowboys. Besides, after she, Jenna and Tammy finished up with all the logistics of the B and B, there would be a big marketing push for Donna to carry out—a task that she had embraced wholeheartedly, since she could accomplish it from New York, where she planned to rent a less costly apartment than she’d had before her grandfather’s impending death had summoned all of the Byrd family to Texas. And when she got back to the city, she could return to real life—taking up where she’d left off after her online magazine, Roxey, had collapsed. She had ideas for a relaunch under a different title and premise in this new economy….
As she went into the main house, she tried not to think about how the stock market had taken a hit, and how her finances had made her magazine tank. Her wonderful life, her stylish apartment on Manhattan’s Upper West Side and nights spent prowling all the new, hot restaurants nearby—it’d all fallen out from under her until Tex Byrd had called.
She silently thanked her grandfather for thinking of his grandkids during his last days. He’d at least been successful in introducing all of them to each other, even if his big hope of reuniting his estranged sons hadn’t come true just yet.
In the living room, she found the cheeky ranch hand standing over the rocking chair, which he’d set near a stone fireplace. It was right where she’d been thinking of putting it.
“I appreciate your help,” she said, thinking this would be the end of him and she could get back to work.
Yet, he wasn’t leaving. No, he was running a hand over the mahogany wood of the high-backed Victorian rocker, making her wonder what it would feel like to have his long fingers mapping her with such slow deliberation.
“Where’d you find this beauty?” he asked with that lazy drawl.
She cleared her throat… and her head. “It was in the last abandoned cabin on the property.”
“I hear that you and the other Byrd girls have turned all the rest of those cabins upside down and inside out,” he said, looking up at her with a grin. “Then you fancied them up with gift baskets and flowers in vases, just like a hotel.”
“We want people to be comfortable when they stay here.”
God, those dimples. They made her angry for causing such a stir in her. Made her entire body tingle, too.
“It’s true,” she said, ready to go on her way now. “We Byrd girls have been very hard at work.”
“I haven’t been back on the Flying B for long, but I’ve noticed some of the changes you’ve made to the main house, too—the new swing on the porch outside, the flower garden and fountain you put out back for the guests.”
He stood, but he kept a hand on the rocker, his thumb brushing over the carvings of ducks and swans that some man must’ve painstakingly etched for a woman who’d rocked his child to sleep years and years ago. A strange ache in the center of Donna’s chest weighed her down for some reason.
But that was strange, because she’d never planned for children.
No time. Not her, the woman always on the go.
Yet that ache stayed in Donna as she ripped her gaze from the rocking chair and crossed her arms over her chest.
The ranch hand wasn’t going anywhere. What—was he expecting a tip, like a doorman?
He sauntered across the room, his boots thudding on the Navajo rug until he got close enough to extend his hand to her.
“It’s my turn to introduce myself,” he said. “Caleb Granger.”
Even his name sounded so very cowboy. Politely, she took his hand and shook it.
“Thank you for your help, Caleb,” she said.
Most normal people would’ve let go of her by now, but not this guy. He kept a hold of her for an extra second—enough to send a pulse of pure need through her fingers and straight down to…
Well, to a location that twisted her around inside.
She let go of him and stepped aside, making it clear that the room’s exit was all his.
“So what other gems did you dig up in those old cabins?” he asked, as if he had all the livelong day to charm her.
All right. Maybe it would be a good idea to go along with this. Donna knew full well that she came off as prickly to a lot of people, and she’d been trying to remedy that lately. Honestly, her remoteness was something she’d been aware of for a while now, ever since it had emerged after her parents had divorced and her mom had passed on from cancer when she was nine and Jenna was eight.
People left you. Donna had learned that early in life, and she’d only been readying herself for it to happen again and again.
“We’ve pulled out some good furniture from the cabins,” she said, continuing the small talk. “Cherrywood end tables, a couple of handcrafted cedar chests, cute knickknacks that we’ve polished up and used to decorate all the guest rooms, even in the main house.”
“You’re using themes—like the Ace High Saloon Room and Fandango Room.”
“We might as well capitalize on the Old West atmosphere of the area. Buckshot Hills has some colorful history to work with.”
Donna didn’t add that the Flying B had a lot of its own history that wouldn’t make it into any room. When she, Jenna and Tammy had gone through what they’d started calling the “dream cabin,” they had decided to make only mild improvements to it—especially with the so-called “magical” feather bed stored in there.
Too many weird vibes. Too much history for the Byrds.
Family legend had it that when someone slept on that bed, their dreams would come true. Donna hadn’t believed a word until Tammy had experienced it firsthand, which had led to her engagement to “Doc” Mike Sanchez, who’d also had a dream. Then the same thing had happened to Jenna and her fiancé, J.D., bringing them together, too.
Yes, Donna was staying as far away from that mattress as possible, because Savannah Jeffries, the woman who’d started all the trouble between Donna’s father, Sam, and his twin brother, William, had once slept on that bed, and Donna still wasn’t sure what to make of the woman who’d caused all the warring in this family.
The silence between her and this Caleb guy had stretched on for too long, and for the first time, he seemed to be aware of her notorious standoffishness. It’d just taken him a little longer than others to realize it.
“Well then,” he said, “if you need any help hauling around more rocking chairs, just give me a holler.”
“Okay.” Thank goodness, he was finally going to give her some peace.
He tipped his hat to her, and for a moment, she let herself be enthralled with those dimples.
Just one little second.
Then he left the living room, allowing Donna to catch her breath again, once she heard the front door close.
On a whim, she furtively glanced around the room, and since she was quite alone, she wandered over to the window. She peeked around the lace curtains to see Caleb Granger taking his sweet, slow time down the steps, one hand at his waist, his thumb hooked in a belt loop.
She watched until he rounded the corner of the house, no doubt heading toward his side of the ranch, leaving Donna to her side.
It took her a minute to recognize that her heart was throbbing—in her neck, in her chest….
And down lower.
But Caleb Granger? Was absolutely not her type.
So why was her body trying to tell her differently?
She liked men in pressed suits. Men with some city polish who figuratively got their hands dirty behind a desk, not literally in the stables. Men who smelled like cologne, not…
Saddle soap. Musk.
That was what Caleb Granger had smelled like, come to think of it. And, when Donna had initially come to the Flying B, she’d discovered that being too close to hay made her sneeze, and she’d stayed well away from it ever since, stocking up on allergy medicine and lingering near the main house and cabins instead of the stables.
There was no doubt in her mind that she would be allergic to cowboys like Caleb Granger, too, and that suited her just fine.
Donna was still gazing out the window when she heard a chuckle behind her. Two chuckles.
She looked over her shoulder, to where her cousin and sister stood near the living room entrance. Tammy’s dark hair spilled over her shoulders, covering the spaghetti straps of her stylish flowered summer top—one result of a complete makeover for the former tomboy, who could still rope and wrangle with the best of the ranch hands. Jenna, who was the same shade of blond as Donna—although her sister’s hair was longer and wavier—was just as pretty in a light blue blouse that brought out the color of her eyes, plus skinny jeans and fashionable yet practical boots.
“What’s so funny?” Donna asked.
“You.” Jenna leaned against the wall. “We saw you giving him the eye.”
Tammy bit down on another laugh.
“Him?” Donna pointed toward the window. “That ranch worker?”
“His name’s Caleb Granger,” Jenna said.
“Don’t I know it.” Donna shook her head and walked away from the window, as if to show that she hadn’t been interested for even a hot moment. “He made it a major point to introduce himself.”
“I think he has a thing for you, Donna.” Jenna again.
“He does not.”
Tammy spoke up. “The first time he laid eyes on you, he was smitten. And I know the meaning of smitten, since I felt the same way when I met Mike.”
A flutter winged around Donna’s chest, and she rolled her eyes, thinking that would stop it.
It didn’t.
“As if you’d know what Caleb was doing the first time he saw me, Tammy,” Donna said. “He was there when you fell and ate it in the dream cabin that day, and you were no doubt hurting too much to dwell on what he was thinking about me. He just didn’t leave an impression on me because all I cared about was getting you some medical help.”
Tammy and Jenna laughed again, and Donna inwardly cringed. They had to be thinking about how clueless she was sometimes, how mired she tended to get in the bigger picture, whether it was Tammy’s injury or all the projects they had going on the Flying B. But that’s how it had always been with her, because work shut everything else out.
Divorce, death… Work was far more comfortable. And so were goals, like having her own successful magazine and a bright-lights-big-city life again.
Of course, goals could change. Before she’d come to the ranch, she’d never thought about forging a better relationship with the sister she’d been so distanced from her whole life, seeing as Jenna didn’t seem to have much in common with Donna when they were young and their dad had raised them to be single-minded women who went after what they wanted, no matter the cost. She’d never thought about getting close to the cousins she’d never known, either.
But losing Grandpa Tex just when he’d come into her life had shown Donna, once again, that you had to tread lightly with others, that getting close was still a chancy proposition that she was just now dipping her toes into.
Not too deeply, though.
Never too deeply.
After Tammy and Jenna had laughed it up quite thoroughly, Tammy said, “I hear that most girls do remember Caleb. Really well.”
Jenna added, “I hear there’re more than a few of them, too.”
“Who knows how many there’ve been since he’s been off the Flying B?” Tammy gave Donna a sly glance. “He took a leave of absence for some family matters—something about helping his father and aunt move to Buckshot Hills and get settled.”
“J.D. took his job in the stables for a while,” Jenna said.
At least Donna had been paying enough attention to know that Jenna had met J.D. when he’d been wandering the Flying B Road to the ranch. He had lost his memory, and Jenna had helped nurse him back to health along with Doc, until J.D. had regained his senses.
Jenna was waggling her eyebrows. “But now Caleb’s back—and this time it looks like Donna actually had time to notice.”
Tammy cracked up again as Donna sighed in exasperation. Maybe she had noticed, but it didn’t matter. Not when she had a million things to do today.
And definitely not when she wasn’t planning to stay around the Flying B for much longer, anyway.
AFTER LEAVING THE main house, it hadn’t taken Caleb long to hitch a ride at the barn with old Hugh in his Dodge.
They rambled along on the dirt road leading out to the east boundary of the ranch, where they were going to mend fences today. Before they’d hopped into the truck, Hugh, the foreman, had introduced Caleb to J.D., the man who’d taken Caleb’s place during his leave of absence.
“He’s been a real find,” Hugh said now, “but we missed you, boy. Nothing’s been the same without you around.”
“Same here, boss.”
Caleb rested his bare forearm on the windowsill as the truck grumbled along, passing the fields that yawned under a sky that reminded him of Donna Byrd’s eyes. He’d been thinking about her since the day he’d met her. Or not met her, to be more exact. She’d been a little… distracted might be a good word, but, then again, it’d been a trying day for the Byrds after Tammy’s tumble and fall, then her visit to the doctor. So how could he blame Donna for being preoccupied?
Still, Caleb was used to making more of an impression on women, and Donna’s cool attitude puzzled him. It also lit a fire in him that he’d never felt before, because good times had always come so easy.
And that was something Donna Byrd was obviously not. Easy.
She was sophisticated, dignified and more beautiful than anyone he’d ever set eyes on. There was something else about her, though, that got to Caleb. A depth. A sort of sadness that he’d caught a few months ago as well as today, and she only seemed to show it when she thought no one was looking, covering it up before a person could be sure.
Yet that was another challenge about Donna Byrd—seeing if he could make that hint of darkness go away.
And, Lord knew, Caleb knew about a little darkness.
“I missed the Flying B more than you know,” Caleb said.
“You didn’t exactly take a vacation.”
“Right.” Caleb turned to Hugh. “Have you ever spent any amount of time off the ranch? You never seem to take a break from it.”
“No reason to.” The old man pursed his lips. “I grew up here, just like you, and this is where I prefer to be above anywhere else.”
“Then you’d have the same reaction to the suburbs as I did. Buckshot Hills is still country, but some of it’s developing. I moved my dad and Aunt Rosemary into a new place—Yellow Rose Estates, they call it.”
“Sounds uppity.”
“It’s modest. A bunch of tract houses that all look the same. But it’s safe and close enough for me to visit when I need to.”
They hit a rut in the road, and the truck creaked on its springs.
“How is the old man doing?” Hugh asked.
Caleb shrugged, and that was enough of an answer. Some days with his dad’s worsening dementia were good, some weren’t so much. Mostly they weren’t, though, and Caleb had endured a lot of those days this past month or so, as he’d finalized the purchase of a new home for Aunt Rosemary and his dad and moved them from her former house near Dallas.
He could just see his aunt now, as they set up his dad’s room with his sleep apnea equipment and the walker he refused to use as much as he should.
“We’re so grateful for everything you’re doing, Caleb.” Rosemary had seemed so tiny, sitting on the bed in a pair of sweats, her hair gray and thinner than it had ever been. But she had smiled as she talked, her cheeks soft and rosy, as she’d glanced around her new home.
Ten years older than Dad, Rosemary had always been a maternal figure for him since they’d lost their parents early on, sticking with each other through thick and thin. She’d insisted on taking care of him now, too, especially since Dad’s dander rose whenever Caleb was around.
Yup, Caleb knew that Aunt Rosemary was grateful. Not so much Dad, though.
“It’s the least I can do,” he’d said to her.
They hadn’t talked about how he and his dad hadn’t ever been good buddies or how he had always refused any of Caleb’s help, even back when he’d been in his right mind. An only child, Caleb had been too much of a “party boy,” in Dad’s estimation; although, as Caleb had matured, he’d always lived up to every vow he’d made and every responsibility he’d had. But that had happened only after Mom had died, shortly after Caleb had graduated from the local high school and he’d left home, finding work at the Flying B, where he’d pretty much been raised the rest of the way to adulthood by Tex Byrd and the ranch hands.
It seemed as if Hugh had sensed the direction of Caleb’s thoughts.
“You know you’ve got family here, Caleb. You always have and you always will. You were like Tex’s own son.”
Tex. Even the sound of his name made Caleb’s chest hurt.
“Hey,” Hugh said. “I know what you’re thinkin’, and it isn’t right.”
“What?”
“That you weren’t around when Tex passed on. It wasn’t your fault that he lied to you about just how sick the doc said he was when he told you to go on and see to your own dad’s needs. He would’ve been fit to be tied if you’d stayed with him and refused to see to your father.”
That much was true. Tex had been adamant about Caleb making up with Dad, no doubt because the family rift with the Byrds had gone on for so long and Tex regretted that he’d missed out on being a part of his own children’s—and grandchildren’s—lives.
The last thing Caleb had wanted was for Tex to be disappointed in him, so he’d gone. But he hadn’t made it back to the Flying B in time—he’d only been here for the funeral, staying in the background before seeing to the last of Dad and Aunt Rosemary’s new home—and that dogged him.
Grieving for Tex alone. Wishing he could’ve done something to keep him around for much, much longer.
Even with the note Tex had left him, telling him how proud he was of Caleb and how he hadn’t wanted Caleb to see him wasting away in his final days, there was still that raw sense of loss and failure.
Hugh gave him another sidelong look, and Caleb decided to move on.
“The Flying B’s a different place without him, isn’t it?”
“It’s a kind of different that Tex would’ve approved of. When he gave the girls the east side of the property, with the ranch and its buildings, and the Byrd boys the land that wasn’t being used, he stipulated that they use their inheritance money to develop both sides after he passed away.”
“I like what they’re doing.”
“I hear you like even more than that.”
Caleb grinned. “It’s no secret I get along with women.”
Hugh’s chuckle was a rasp. “The snooty Byrd isn’t the one I would’ve chosen for you.”
“Donna Byrd isn’t snooty. She’s just a fish out of water.”
“And you’ll reel her in. Is that right?”
“Why not? It’s about time I settled down.”
He’d come to that conclusion after seeing Donna for the first time. It’d been an instant, overwhelming attraction, even if it would be a challenge to hook her.
Hugh shook his head, and it rankled Caleb. Maybe the older ranch hand thought Donna was out of Caleb’s league, or that a ladies’ man like him would never settle down for anyone, even a Byrd. Or maybe Hugh was even thinking that Donna might be way too much trouble for him in the long run and he shouldn’t pin his hopes on anything with her.
But Caleb couldn’t blame his friend for any of that. No one, not even Hugh, knew how much of a father figure Tex had become to Caleb after he’d taken him in—even more than his own dad. Tex had sorely missed his own sons, and somehow, Caleb had filled a void, sitting down with him on the main house’s old creaky porch swing after a long day, smoking cigars, talking for hours and drinking the good bourbon and wine Tex used to collect. The old man had never told Caleb the details about what had torn apart his relationship with his sons Sam and William—and what had made them dislike each other so intensely that it’d caused a tear that made their relationship ragged even today. But Caleb had heard rumors around the ranch, anyway, about how Savannah Jeffries had been dating one twin, William, during college. She’d come home with him one summer, after he’d suffered a broken leg in a car accident, and during his convalescence, she’d supposedly fallen for Sam, Donna’s father.
Nope, no one knew just how much Tex had meant to Caleb.
Hugh sighed gruffly as he pulled the truck off the road, toward the fences that required their labors.
He turned off the engine. “Maybe you think that there’s some kind of love bug going around since the Byrd kids have come back, Caleb, but from what I hear, Donna’s probably immune to it. She’s a cool one.”
“I’ve melted my share,” Caleb said.
“So you have.” Hugh grabbed Caleb’s shirtsleeve before he could open the door. “Just keep in mind that she’s got a lot going on.”
Although the older man didn’t explain further, Caleb knew that Hugh only meant to protect him, and he gave the man a gentle, fond shove.
“Don’t worry about me, boss.” He exited the truck, his boots hitting the dirt.
He was as grounded as ever, with his feet back on familiar territory.
And he was just as determined to show Donna Byrd that he was more than merely a heart-struck cowboy.

Chapter Two
At the first peek of dawn, Donna was up and about because, no matter how long she’d been in Texas, she was still on New York time—an hour ahead of the dear Old West.
After doing a quick check of her email—nothing new or exciting there—she tucked her iPad into the crook of her arm, then went to the kitchen to grab one of the luscious chocolate chip muffins Barbara the cook had already made. After downing that, then a mug of Earl Grey tea, she scooted out the back door before a real breakfast could be served buffet style in the dining room.
A million things to do, Donna thought as she made her way to the nearest renovated cabin. And the first item on her list was to double—no, quadruple—check this particular room’s condition.
It had cute embroidered curtains and valances, rustic Southwestern furniture, faux-Remington sculptures and “hotel amenities,” as Caleb Granger might’ve called the fancy bathroom vanity basket that included everything from soaps and shampoos to more private items, like toothbrushes and even condoms for the younger, hip crowd they were targeting for business. But, at the sight of that last item, a flurry of sensation attacked Donna, and she frowned, turning away from the bathroom sink and its basket.
Putting Caleb Granger and condoms in the same train of thought brought back those tingles she’d been trying to ignore ever since she’d officially met him yesterday.
Yet she left all of that behind as she focused—and focused hard, to tell the truth—on switching a rugged cowboy sculpture on one oak end table with a second horse sculpture on a highboy chest by the door.
Afterward, she stood back to assess the look of the room again.
Not bad. Not bad at all. The Flying B and B would impress anyone, even the college friend she’d invited for the weekend. Theo Blackwood worked at Western Horizons travel magazine, and Donna hoped he would be swayed enough by the ranch to do a layout during their grand opening in a little less than a couple of months.
After brushing some dust off the rough cowboy sculpture, Donna couldn’t find anything else to nitpick. It all really was tip-top. That’s how everything needed to be. That’s how life had always been for her, and someday soon, it would be that way again. All she needed to do was create a smashing success of this B and B, and she would be on her way out of Hoop-De-Do, Texas, and back to the glamour and rush-rush of the big city.
She sat on the bed, the foam mattress and beige duvet as comfortable as sin, then fired up her iPad. The screen saver still featured the swirly, creamy logo she’d commissioned for Roxey magazine, but instead of feeling sorrow at its demise, Donna only wanted to live up to its failed promise.
But first, there were personal matters to attend to. One of her To-Do’s today was an activity she managed every day—tapping the name Savannah Jeffries into an internet search engine. She was hoping that this time of all times she would discover something new that their P.I., Roland Walker, hadn’t found out about the woman who’d torn this family apart.
Yet all that popped up on the screen were the same old results and links Donna always got, so she checked her email for the second time this morning.
But there was no word from their P.I., either, even though Donna contacted him religiously.
She blew out a breath. She didn’t like being ruled by anything—another person, life’s circumstances… even a growing obsession like this one. And just why did Savannah have a hold on her? Maybe it was because Donna had taken such stock in whatever her father, Sam, had taught her throughout life—at least, before he’d fallen from grace in Donna’s and Jenna’s eyes.
Know your opponents, he would say from behind his corporate desk whenever he brought her and Jenna to work. Don’t ever let them surprise you.
But was Savannah the enemy? Or was it her dad, who had betrayed Uncle William and stolen his own brother’s girlfriend that one summer when they’d all been on the Flying B?
She kept remembering something else her dad had taught her and Jenna. Go after what you want at any cost, girls…
His voice faded from Donna, and she tried to believe it didn’t matter. Ever since the news about Savannah had come out, she’d been avoiding Dad. It’d been easy, too, since he was off with Uncle William again, this time in Hill Country, hunting and trying to iron everything out with his twin.
She was still attempting to figure out how she could talk to the stranger that Dad had become. They’d never been ultraclose, but she’d worshipped him as a daughter; she’d at least thought she’d known who he was, and it wasn’t a man who would work his brother over.
Chasing all the alienating numbness away, Donna fully immersed herself in her computer, mostly with news of the publishing world. She liked the isolation of the cabin since it allowed her to get a lot of work done without interruption.
Then she heard something outside the door.
Boot steps on the small porch.
A knock.
Finally, the whisper of the door as it opened to let in a stream of morning sunlight.
“Anyone home?” asked a voice that had become all too familiar to Donna, since she couldn’t seem to forget what it had sounded like yesterday when it had scratched down her skin, infiltrating her every vibrating cell.
Caleb Granger.
She sat up straight on the bed. “I’m in here.”
Dumbest announcement ever, but what else could she do? Pretend she was invisible, just so he would go away?
When he pushed open the door, her heart started to beat with such an all-consuming volume that she could barely hear herself breathing.
Or maybe, just like yesterday, she’d stopped breathing altogether at the sight of Caleb Granger in those boots, Wranglers and T-shirt.
And when he doffed his cowboy hat in her presence to reveal shaggy dark blond hair, then smiled with those lethal dimples, she wasn’t sure she would ever breathe again.
THE MERE SIGHT of the early light flirting with Donna Byrd’s shoulder-length blond hair and her skin, which she somehow kept smooth and creamy out here in the elements, was enough to send Caleb’s pulse into a kicking frenzy.
She was something to behold, sitting on a bed wearing a sleeveless white halter top that was kind to every curve of her body. Her creased dark blue shorts clung to her lush hips, and even her Keds somehow came off as classy. She was certainly a far cry from when he’d seen her that first day, months ago, in suede boots and an expensive outfit that had marked her as anything but a country girl.
She seemed to realize that she was sitting on a bed, and she stood, brushing off her shorts with one hand while the other put one of those computer pad things that everyone in the suburbs had seemed so enthralled with down on the mattress. He noticed a fancy logo on the screen saver and recalled some gossip about a defunct magazine she’d run back in the city.
Drive and gumption. That’s what this woman had, and hard times hadn’t seemed to dampen her ambition at all, based on what she was doing with the B and B.
“Can I do something for you?” she asked.
He wasn’t going to touch that innuendo-rife question with a ten-foot stick. “I saw you headed in here earlier, and I thought I’d say a good morning.”
For the first time in Caleb’s life, a woman was looking at him as if she couldn’t understand why in the world he would’ve gone out of his way for something so unimportant.
Was Hugh right when he’d told Caleb yesterday that Donna Byrd wasn’t winnable? Or was she so far into her own business that she had no idea that Caleb was even interested?
Well, he didn’t know just what to think of either option, but it didn’t stop him from making himself at home and leaning against the door frame.
“I suppose I had another reason for stopping in,” he said, flashing his smile at her again, pulling out the big guns.
She wrinkled her brow, as if he were a creature who’d wandered out from the woods, a previously unidentified species that absolutely perplexed her.
“Your reason being…?” she asked.
“Simple hospitality.”
She laughed. “I’ve gotten plenty of that, Mr. Granger. Everyone on the Flying B has been more than cordial.”
“And I’ll extend that trend by asking you to call me Caleb. There’s no need for ‘misters’ around here.”
“Caleb it is, then.”
Now she was looking at him expectantly. But that—and the compelling depth of her blue eyes—only made him forge on.
He’d never turned down a challenge before, and now wouldn’t be the first time.
“Word has it that you’re putting on some sort of movie night this weekend,” he said.
“Oh. Right. Yes, we’re attaching a screen to the side of the barn and setting up a picnic area in front of it for the staff, just like we’ll be doing for our guests when we open the B and B. Barbara is planning a country menu, so you could call this a dry run for the real thing.”
“A country menu? You mean basic Texas staples, like barbecue baby back ribs and steaks, hot biscuits and corn?”
“That’s exactly what I meant.” She stuffed her hands into her pockets. “We’ve got a special guest coming to the Flying B this weekend, so that’s another reason for the show. He’s a journalist friend of mine, and we’re hoping he’ll write an article for a B and B marketing push.”
All Caleb heard was “friend” and “he.”
“A friend, huh?” he asked carelessly.
“Yes, a…” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Never mind.”
“No, go on, Lady Bird. I’m just curious.”
“First off, my name’s not Lady Bird.”
Caleb smiled. “Okay, Donna Byrd.” He liked the ring of that better, anyway. The way it flowed made her sound exotic, which she was to him; it made her sound as if she was a hothouse breed. But even if she wasn’t so hothouse on the surface, Caleb would bet there was a soft, melting center to her, and he was going to find it.
She didn’t seem amused by the adjustment to the nickname. “You were about to tell me why you were here?”
Yeah, that. “As I said—movie night. There’s a lot of excitement in the air. Everyone’s talking about how the ranch hasn’t seen much in the way of celebration since Tex passed on.”
He hadn’t meant to change tone after saying Tex’s name. Quieter. Reflecting a grief that still lingered.
When Donna removed her hands from her pockets and slightly tilted her head, as if in sympathy, he stood away from the door frame.
He hadn’t come here to be a downer.
“I heard that you were close to Tex,” she said softly. “I barely got to know him, but…”
She pressed her lips together, as if banning herself from saying anything else.
Yet he’d seen that sorrow in her gaze, and as much as she was attempting to cover it now, it wasn’t working.
She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry for your loss.”
“And yours,” Caleb said.
She paused, then casually walked to the other side of the bed, straightening the thick quiltlike thing on top of it, but her actions didn’t fool him for a moment. She was putting a barrier between them, just as she did with everyone else.
Good try.
“As far as movie night goes,” he said, getting back on the subject, “I was only wondering what your plans were for it.”
Donna stopped her fussing with the bed and watched him again, obviously trying to sort out his true meaning.
Caleb put on the charm once more. “I thought I’d bring some wine and—”
“Are you inviting me to my own function?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes, I am.” He shrugged. “You’ll have to take a break sometime that night.”
Astonishment. Was that what he was seeing on her now?
He’d take it, because that meant he was getting a rise out of her, and if there was nothing about her that was interested in him, she wouldn’t have bothered with any kind of reaction.
“You’ve got some chutzpah,” she finally said.
“What I’ve also got is great taste in wine.”
“Do you really.”
“Sure. Tex and I used to sit on his porch swing and talk about everything while we drank from his spirits collection. He was a wine guy, you know.”
Donna had her arms crossed over her chest now. She seemed to do that around Caleb frequently.
“I saw his cellar,” she said. “It is extensive.”
“He had vintages shipped from all over—Napa Valley, Bordeaux, Chile, the Rioja region of Spain.”
She surveyed him, seemingly taking a second look at the cowboy loitering near the doorway, and hope sprang in Caleb’s chest.
Was she seeing beyond the Stetson and boots?
When she went back to straightening the pillows on the bed, he wasn’t so sure.
“Thanks for the offer for movie night,” she said, “but I’m afraid I won’t have a second to rest.”
Caleb let her excuse go. If she didn’t come around this weekend, he would find another time to be alone with Donna Byrd.
Before he went, he took one last opportunity to be complimentary, glancing around the room. “As I said yesterday, you’ve done a real good job with the ranch so far. You should be proud.”
She actually beamed, and it made him think that all the trouble she’d been dealing to him had been worth it.
“That’s nice of you to say,” she said.
“It’s just the truth.”
She sat on the bed, as if forgetting he was in the room and she had been using the mattress as an obstacle only a short time before.
Beds.
Donna Byrd.
Stop it, Caleb.
She said, “I’ve been going over the cabins again and again, looking for faults. It’s good to hear that we’ve been successful.”
“There’s one place that you left out of your makeover, though. Savannah’s old cabin.”
The name hovered, as if circling them.
But if he was going to get to know Donna Byrd, Savannah was bound to come up sometime or another.
“It’s a cabin that’s just as good as any of the others,” he said.
“No. That antique bed has been stored in there for a while, and… Well, we modernized the kitchen, but moving anything else around in there seems like bad luck or something.”
This was unexpected. Was she superstitious?
Maybe she would believe in fate just as much as he did—that his destiny was tied to hers….
“You know all about that bed,” she said. “Don’t pretend you’re oblivious.”
“Tex told me a thing or two about it.” But not everything, I suppose.
“I know that my great-grandmother first brought that bed to the ranch. This sounds like such a cliché, but she was supposed to have the gift of second sight, and she would dream of the future when she slept on that feather mattress.” She hesitated, then said, “I know other people who’ve had… experiences… in the bed, too.”
“You?”
It was dangerous to ask such a forthcoming question about beds. About Donna Byrd.
But she didn’t shoot him one of those what-are-you-all-about? looks this time. She only laughed a little.
“No, I haven’t been on the bed. But I do wonder if Savannah ever had dreams there since she stayed in that cabin.”
“You think you’ll have the chance to ask her?”
Now he knew he’d gone too far, because she stiffened.
Was she thinking that Byrd business was Byrd business, and he had no part of it?
Before he could decide, she gave him a curious look. “You haven’t been around the ranch in a while, right?”
Aha, she’d noticed. The news did him good. “Right.”
“There’s a lot that’s been happening with Savannah Jeffries. Nobody caught you up on all of it?”
“I’m afraid not.”
Donna sighed. “Tammy found a grocery receipt while she was snooping around Savannah’s cabin. You remember that day.”
The day Tammy had injured herself in the cabin and he’d first seen Donna. He’d never forget.
“A receipt?” he asked.
“It was from the time Savannah spent on the ranch, and there was a pregnancy test on it.”
Caleb froze. “Are you saying there might be another Byrd running around out there?”
“There could be.”
He was getting better and better at recognizing Donna’s body language. She was already shutting him out with her cool voice. But damned if he’d let her do that. He had an investment in this family, too, an interest in seeing that Tex’s love for this land and his family was never tarnished.
But Caleb would have plenty of time for trying to make Donna come around, and he moseyed toward the door. “You’ll want to be deciding on your favorite vintage, Donna Byrd. I’ll have it ready when you are.”
He received one of her miffed expressions in return, putting them back to where they’d been when he’d first entered the cabin. And just before it seemed that she was about to follow it up with a tart remark, the sound of a cell phone—a businesslike digital ring—interrupted them.
She stood, reaching into her pocket to answer as Caleb smiled at her in parting.
As he exited, he glanced back, just one more time, and when he found that Donna Byrd was watching him while answering her phone, he went on his way, his smile growing even wider.
HOURS LATER, DONNA was in her room in the main wing of the big house, sitting in the bay window and rubbing her temples to chase away a headache as she waited to go downstairs to share the news from the call she’d received earlier.
She was still reeling from what their investigator, Roland Walker, had told her, and, surprisingly, the only thing that was keeping her from stressing out entirely was the thought of Caleb and his promises of wine.
How strange was it that Caleb seemed to be her only bright spot during the day? She wouldn’t have predicted that in a thousand years because he was a distraction. A man with a killer smile who only messed up her head and took her offtrack.
But every time he would cross her thoughts—and he seemed to be doing that quite a bit—she would find herself fighting a smile.
Her—the remote Byrd. The prickly one who had never found the kind of love Tammy and Doc or Jenna and J.D. had, and the one who probably never would, based on her record of dating, then deciding her time was better spent on whatever project she had on the front burner.
Speaking of which…
Her alarm clock read 5:00 p.m., and she inhaled, standing, then leaving her bedroom. When she got to the living room, everyone was waiting: Jenna, who sat in the new rocking chair by the fireplace; Tammy, who perched on a leather sofa in between her brothers, Aidan and Nathan, both dwarfing her with their size.
“What’s so all-fire important that you pulled me out of my cabin?” Nathan, the younger brother, asked lightly. He and Aidan hadn’t just been staying in their own cabins on the property, they had been making improvements bit by bit, practicing their home contracting business skills on the Flying B’s structures.
Donna tried to smile at Nathan’s high spirits. At least her cousin’s jocular sense of humor was intact… for now.
Aidan, the serious one, merely waited for Donna to start.
“I got some good news today from Roland Walker.” Donna had learned from Dad that you always started out positive if you were about to lower the boom on someone. “But it’s also news you’ll want to brace yourselves for.”
Jenna sat forward in the rocking chair. “Roland found out that Savannah did have a child?”
Donna nodded, letting them all take that in.
On the sofa, Tammy bit her lip, suppressing a smile. She’d been the most curious out of all of them when it came to Savannah. Jenna just sat back in her chair, thoughtful, but Aidan was running a hand through his black hair, cursing under his breath, exchanging a look with an equally darkened Nathan.
“It’s a boy,” Donna said, still not knowing exactly how she felt about all of this, herself, now that matters had gone so far. “His name is James Bowie Jeffries.”
Aidan let loose with that curse, following up with, “Are you kidding me? That woman had the gall to name him—”
“In the same way our dads were named?” Nathan interrupted, his mood definitely blacker.
“William Travis Byrd,” Aidan said. “Sam Houston Byrd. Now James Bowie Jeffries. All named after Texas heroes.”
“Except James Bowie isn’t a Byrd,” Nathan said, all traces of humor gone now.
Tammy said, “I have to admire Savannah.”
“For what?” both brothers asked.
“For owning what she did.” Tammy’s black hair swung over her shoulders as she looked at one brother, then the other. “I wonder if she told James who the father was or if she raised him to be a Byrd.”
“What is a Byrd?” Aidan asked. “None of us even knew that until we met Tex, and based on what we gleaned from the little our dads have told us, Tex didn’t want any part of Savannah. So how would she know the definition?”
Nathan folded his bulky arms over an equally wide chest. “Tex threw her off this ranch after he found Sam and her together then everyone went their separate ways.”
The last thing Donna wanted was for this to disintegrate into a Sam versus William match. All of them were getting along way too well for that to happen.
“The bottom line is,” she said, “we’re going to have to make a decision. It doesn’t have to be tonight, but Roland said he can track James down if we want to meet him.”
The boys chuffed.
Jenna rose from the rocking chair. “He’s our brother… or cousin. Any way you put it, James is one of us.”
Aidan stopped laughing. “That’s another thing. I’d like to know just why it is he needs to be tracked down. Roland found Savannah already. Why isn’t James easier to find?”
Donna automatically walked toward her sister, whom she had supported during the family’s first vote, when they had debated whether to hire a P.I. to investigate Savannah in the first place. She’d had mixed feelings about locating Savannah then, too, but she had wanted to turn over a new leaf and support Jenna and her desire to find Savannah more than anything else.
“Roland told me,” Donna said, “that James and Savannah are estranged.”
“Seems like she has somewhat of a pattern,” Aidan muttered.
Tammy elbowed him in the ribs and he gritted his jaw.
“Why’re they estranged?” she asked.
Donna shook her head. “Roland doesn’t have that information right now, but we could ask him to find out.”
Now Nathan was on his feet. “This is how I see it—we’ve already had any curiosity about Savannah appeased.” He shot a look to Tammy, making sure everyone knew that she had been working overtime to assuage his feelings about that family decision. “But do we really want to take this further?”
Aidan stood, too, and although Nathan was a big man, his older brother was even larger. “Right now, we don’t know who fathered James. I’m fine with keeping it that way.”
“Why?” Tammy asked from her seat on the sofa.
“Because knowing the answer is going to put a real wedge between all of us,” Aidan said. “Can you imagine trying to work together on the Flying B after we know the truth? Tex didn’t bequeath his properties to us in order to tear us apart—he wanted us to stay together.”
Nathan raised a finger. “We haven’t even talked about what kind of canyon this is going to put between our dads. They’re off traipsing around the wilderness right now on some male twin bonding ritual that I hope will finally do the trick and bring them together again, and here we are, debating about ruining that. They both have egos, and…”
Donna had gone pricklier than ever. “You mean my dad has the ego, don’t you?”
Jenna came closer to her as the boys, and even Tammy, got an I’m-not-saying-another-word-about-that look on their faces.
Donna sighed. “It’s true that our dads have mended a lot of old wounds lately. But part of me wonders if putting this information in a proverbial closet will do more damage than ever.”
Then again, no one was talking about how James might feel about a decision that was really his.
“I agree about ignoring the truth,” Tammy said. “We should just lay everything to rest now. It could be that the revelation of whose son James really is will heal us altogether since not knowing would eat away at us and make things much worse.”
Silence bit the room until Jenna took a breath, then spoke.
“We should get in touch with our dads to see what they think.”
When Donna glanced at Jenna, she knew that her sister would take it upon herself to contact their father since she had already reconciled with him. Donna sent her a smile of thanks, even while she ached to talk to him, too.
But how, after everything he’d done to let her down?
Tammy fetched a phone from a holster on her jeans. “I’m calling Dad now. I talked to him last night, so I’ll bet they’re within service range.”
“We really want to ruin their idyllic nature walk?” Nathan asked.
Tammy moved her thumb over her smart phone screen. “I don’t see that there’s a choice. They can hash this out together in the boonies.”
“My vote’s still a big no about having our P.I. find the kid,” Aidan said.
Nathan chuffed. “That ‘kid’ is just a little bit older than Donna.”
This seemed to bug him, too, since it was obvious that his uncle Sam had gone straight into the arms of another woman—Donna and Jenna’s mom—after his affair with Savannah. Honestly, Donna didn’t like the thought of this, either, because it made it seem as if love was cheap to Dad. She’d never known that about him. Never even expected that he could be so loose with his affections, and it made her feel protective for Mom, even if she’d been gone a long time.
“All the same,” Nathan added, “I vote no on this situation, too.”
“It’s a yes for me,” Jenna said, “and I’m guessing Tammy, as well.”
As Tammy nodded, she glanced at Donna, and no one had to tell her that she just might be the tiebreaker, depending on what their dads said.
Jenna jerked her chin toward the room’s exit, and it was apparent that she wanted a private word with Donna.
As they left the room, Jenna addressed Tammy. “Can you give us a few minutes before you call Uncle William? I’d like to reach Dad at the same time, if possible.”
“Sure.”
And, while they exited, Tammy launched into every argument she could probably think of to sway her brothers.
After a little walking down the hall, Jenna pulled Donna into the dining room, the dark wood and stag horns above the long table looking more imposing than usual.
Jenna shut the double doors behind her. “You don’t seem convinced, Donna.”
Was it that obvious? “I’m sorry. But the ramifications of this decision could be…”
“A real challenge? We’re up to it.”
For the first time in Donna’s life, she actually felt as if she was close enough to her sister so that she could confide in her. The realization tightened her throat, and she had a hard time getting the words out.
“It’s just that we were about to mend all of our own fences because of our dads, and then Tammy found that clue about Savannah’s baby. We were doing so well for a while.”
“You’re still mad at Dad for being with Savannah, aren’t you? He didn’t try to fall in love with her, Donna.”
“He didn’t try to stop having sex with his brother’s girlfriend, either.” Harsh. But this wasn’t the man Donna had grown up idolizing.
She calmed down. “I just remember how he used to tell us to go after everything we wanted, Jen. It looks like he really practiced what he preached, and the fallout isn’t pretty.”
Jenna laid a hand on Donna’s arm. She was getting used to the contact. Donna’s friends didn’t even show this kind of sympathy, but since coming to the Flying B, Donna had begun to wonder if she’d actually had friends or just people she went out with after work at night to blow off steam.
“After I finally talked to Dad about this,” Jenna said, “I found out that he was inconsolable when Savannah left the ranch and disappeared afterward. He got hurt in this, too, and I only came to understand that after I fell in love myself.”
Was she saying that Donna didn’t have a chance in hell of understanding since she had no one?
An image of dimples flashed into her mind. Pale blue eyes sparkling with humor and lightness.
Caleb.
She shook him off. “Yeah, Dad was so inconsolable that he married Mom on the rebound. No wonder they split up.”
“Donna, you really should talk to him. We can call, right now.”
Her stomach turned with nerves. “No. I don’t want to say to him what I have to say over the phone.”
“Then when will you do it?”
“Soon.” She walked to the doors, paused. “Thanks for taking care of this, though. It means a lot.”
Jenna merely nodded as Donna opened the doors, closing them behind her, yet hardly shutting out her sister’s voice as she said, “Hey, Dad, it’s Jenna.”
As Donna walked away, her footsteps echoed off the walls, the sound mocking the dull thud of every isolated heartbeat.

Chapter Three
Chow time at the ranch employee cabins was never a dull affair.
The next night, while Caleb sat next to Hugh at a long dinner table outside the mess hall, the usual end-of-the-day cowboy talk swarmed around them, just as thick as the smoke coming off the barbecue. On the other side of Caleb, a young ranch hand named Manny plopped down on the bench, immediately pushing back his hat to reveal a patch of curly brown hair before chomping into his corn bread.
“Did y’all hear about the hot times in the main house last night?” he asked with his mouth full, nodding his head toward the Byrds’ domain.
Caleb, who’d already pushed away his emptied tin plate, leaned his elbows on the table while holding a beer bottle between two fingers. Donna was in that house, and he was all ears.
Hugh was nursing a ceramic mug of coffee. “There’ve been more than a few hot times since the Byrd kids came home to roost.”
“But last night was a real doozy.” Manny dipped his bread into his chili bowl. “Maria and I have both been working, so she told me about it only an hour ago when she took a break.”
Caleb glanced at Hugh, who cocked his bushy eyebrow in response. Manny was dating a housemaid, so she must’ve been dusting or some-such last night while the Byrds conducted business.
“How much of a doozy was it?” Caleb asked, turning back to Manny.
“On a scale of calm to loud, it was at about a bellow. Maria said that the little Byrds were going at it like they were on the Maury show, including a lot of who’s-the-daddy talk.”
Caleb recalled what Donna had told him about Savannah’s pregnancy test. “Is there a long-lost kid?”
“Yup, their P.I. located him,” Manny said. “And it really chapped some of their hides that Savannah named him in the style of Tex’s boys. James Bowie Jeffries is what he’s called.”
Next to Caleb, Hugh made a grumbling sound, seeming to be just as offended as some of the Byrds apparently were.
Then Hugh said, “Did Maria have her ear to the door or something?”
“Very funny, old-timer.” Manny polished off the last of his chili, standing to get seconds, like he always did. “No matter how Maria heard it, she didn’t like the news. That family is coming apart at the seams now that Tex is gone, and she doesn’t know how long we might have jobs here.”
Caleb put down his beer. “That’s a load of bull, Manny, and you know it.”
“Do I? Caleb, we don’t know these Byrd kids from seven holes in the ground. I like them well enough, but what if they end up dismantling the Flying B? What if Tex was all that was keeping the ranch together?”
Something seemed to crack in Caleb, breaking him in a thousand directions inside. This was his home—the only one he’d ever felt comfortable in after his mom had passed on.
Manny had gone back to the food station, leaving Hugh and Caleb alone.
The foreman chucked the rest of his coffee on the ground.
“Before Tex died,” Caleb said, “he told me that, under the conditions of his will, the ranch couldn’t be dismantled. The grandkids have to spend their inheritance on bettering it, so Manny’s worrying for nothing.”
“It’s not the ranch I’m thinking about.” Hugh ran a hand over his grizzled face. “You can’t have more than one person inheriting something and expect them to all agree on every decision.”
“So you’re worried about the family itself. Boss, you’ve sure become pessimistic about things lately.”
“And why shouldn’t I be? It might be time to retire, live off my savings, fish all day. Who needs all this nonsense?”
Hugh’s words were flippant, but Caleb knew better. Like him, the foreman loved this place, as well as the ragtag family of ranch hands that Tex had put together.
Gathering his plate, Caleb prepared to go.
“Where’re you off to?” Hugh asked.
“Where do you think?”
“Aw, no.” Hugh shook his finger at Caleb. “You’re not going to the house like I think you are.”
“I am. There’s no way I’m going to see a rift destroy Tex’s family.”
“So what’re you gonna do—help Donna Byrd carry in another rocking chair and chide her about family business at the same time? That’s no way to get into her good graces, son.”
“This has nothing to do with that. She and the others need to know that we—the staff—have a stake in seeing the family at peace, too.”
“You’re overstepping, Caleb.”
Was he?
Would Tex have told him that, too?
The last time Caleb had seen him, lying in bed, looking like half the hale-and-hearty man he’d always been, Tex had told Caleb that he would be leaving him a bit of money. Not a whole lot, but enough to tell him that he valued him.
“Money doesn’t show everything that’s in a person’s heart, though,” Tex had said.
“Of course it doesn’t.”
He had closed his eyes, so weary. “If I could buy goodwill from my sons and their children, I would. I’d do anything for them to realize that they could have something wonderful out here on the Flying B together. At least you’ve always known what you’ve got on this ranch, Caleb.”
“That’s right, Tex.”
The money hadn’t been the point, though. In fact, Caleb had never expected to be treated like Tex’s blood, and he’d been blown away that the man had even given him some seed money for his own future. Naturally, he’d spent it well, on the new house he’d purchased for his dad and aunt, but it was too bad money couldn’t buy a positive word from his father during one of his more lucid times, either.
Now, Caleb began to walk away from the table, saying over his shoulder, “Tex would’ve wanted me to interfere, all right. The Byrds need to know that their decisions affect more than just the few of them.”
He left Hugh sitting on the bench while he scraped off his plate into a receptacle and then headed for the main house, where the dim lights buttered the back windows in the falling dusk.
And where Donna Byrd was about to get an earful.
NEEDING PRIVACY, DONNA had come outside to the wraparound porch, where she sat on the new cottage-style swing she and the girls had chosen for the renovation.
Just do this, she thought, looking at the cell phone in her hand. Go. Now. Dial!
But she couldn’t, even if Dad and Uncle William had finally checked in this morning with their own votes after one heck of a long night of waiting.
They both wanted to find James. And they were both evidently done with their Hill Country trip, on their way back to their respective homes in Houston and Uncle William’s ranch. Even the most clueless person in the world could infer that there’d been a setback with the brothers because of last night’s news, but Donna and the rest of her relatives had promised each other that they would do everything within their power to make things right between them again.
Yet there was this to deal with, as well. And, since Donna had been riding their P.I.’s tail this whole time about Savannah and a possible child, she was the one who’d volunteered to give him the go ahead on tracking down James.
Still, the phone was incredibly heavy in her hand, almost as if it was something that could drag her down until she wouldn’t ever be able to get back up.
Was she going to let one phone call beat her, though?
She dialed without another thought, listening to one ring. Two.
Then, an answer.
“Walker Investigations,” said the P.I.’s rusty-nail voice.
“Hi, Roland, it’s Donna Byrd.”
“Miss Byrd—I haven’t heard from you for a whole day. I thought you might’ve dropped off the face of the planet.”
Hilarious. “We were only waiting for our dads to weigh in on Savannah and James.”
“And?”
She closed her eyes, opened them. “We’d like you to go forward on finding out more about James and setting up a possible meeting.”
“Consider it done.” She could hear Roland tapping on a keyboard. “What about Savannah?”
“Right… Savannah.”
Donna bit her lip before giving a real answer. Last night, the Byrd children had discussed James’s mom, too, after they had called their dads and then met in the living room again. That’s when Donna had told them what she’d left out during their first gathering—news about Savannah Jeffries that just hadn’t seemed as important as the more urgent revelation of James; facts such as how Savannah was a very successful interior designer with her own business and how she was going by her late husband’s last name and how it seemed that she had gotten married long after James Bowie Jeffries had come of legal age, hence the reason he used his mom’s maiden name.
So much information. And so much conflict, because after Donna had filled in the family, they’d been just as divided as ever—this time about including Savannah in a reunion.
Donna sighed. No turning back now. “If you could go ahead and contact Savannah, we want to invite her to meet us, as well.”
It would be a smash-up family reunion, emphasis on the smash-up.
After she took care of particulars with Roland, then hung up, she stayed on the swing.
Dammit, she only wished she had zero interest in Savannah. But she had voted yes both times last night, and part of the reason was because the idea of the woman just wouldn’t leave Donna alone. She was everything Donna had ever looked for in her role models—obviously ambitious, based on her business skills. Donna also liked that she knew how to decorate a room—a hobby that she, herself, had recently turned into somewhat of a vocation with the B and B.
Most of all, though, Donna respected that, from what she knew, Savannah had raised James by herself.
An independent woman in every way, she thought. And even though she hadn’t planned on ever having a family herself…
Well, there was an empty place in Donna that actually perked up at the thought, now that she finally did have a family she was starting to feel closer and closer to.
But really? Her? The überprofessional Donna Byrd?
A mom?
It would’ve been laughable if there wasn’t a string of yearning tying her up because of the lingering notion.
The wind stirred and, from the side of the porch, she could hear some chimes tinkling. The sound reminded her of a soothing song that a baby mobile might make above a crib. Someday.
Maybe.
The porch swing was creaking back and forth in a lazy rhythm when Donna saw someone coming around the side of the house.
And guess who?
But instead of groaning with exasperation, her heart gave a jaunty flip.
Oddly, though, Caleb Granger’s grin wasn’t as dimply as usual. And she could’ve used one of his sexy grins right about now.
She spoke first, just as he began to mount the porch steps, coming into the light from the caged lantern near the door.
“Are you here to say a good evening to me?”
He stopped near the top, his hands planted on his hips. “I heard some talk, so I thought I’d come over to let you confirm or deny the rumors.”
Whatever kind of peaceful bubble she’d just created for herself busted like a balloon.
“Rumors?” she asked tightly.
“About the new Byrd. About all the arguing you and your family were doing about him.”
“Maybe the next time we Byrds have a conversation,” she said, “we can broadcast it to the entire ranch. Do you know anything about installing closed-circuit television?”
He ignored her sarcasm. “Just listen to me on this. For years, this ranch has been what you might call ‘harmonious.’ Tex made sure everyone was happy, inside and outside the main house. He even went the extra mile at the end of his life to guarantee that his family made amends with each other, and it’s a damned shame that all his hard work seems to be for naught.”
Donna couldn’t say a word. Not one. Anger was roiling in her… and maybe even something else. She’d never had a man presume to talk to her like this. She’d never stood for someone to so boldly nose into her business.
But… damn whatever it was weaving around all that anger in her. It was something that had her utterly confused, and she struck out in an effort to erase it.
“Is your lecture over now?” she asked. “Because I’m already bored.”
“Bored?”
He narrowed his gaze, and she did the same right back at him.
“Yes,” she said. “Bored. You know why? Because I have a hundred other issues all poking at me from every side, and yours don’t even begin to compete with them.”
He took a moment, looking down at the porch, as if to compose himself. Then he let out a curt laugh.
She didn’t know what to make of that.
“Believe it or not,” he said, “I’m only looking out for Tex’s interests. Do you know what it would’ve done to him if he’d heard y’all arguing?”
“There’s more going on than even Tex knew.”
Caleb locked gazes with her, reading her, and she stiffened. But she also melted ever so slightly, deep in her core, where she never melted.
He cared. She could see that. But she didn’t want his care, didn’t want anyone to meddle because she and Jenna and their cousins would have this under control soon.
She rested her hands flat on the swing, leaning forward. “I told you before—I know how close you were to Tex, but that doesn’t mean—”
“Sometimes I wonder if you Byrds have any idea what Tex gave to you, what he did for you.”
Donna felt her face go pale, and she knew that he knew he was wrong.
He gentled his tone. “What I’m trying to ask you to do is to stop battling with each other and appreciate what you have. That’s all he would’ve wanted.”
He said it with such longing that her heart bumped against her ribs.
But her anger had been fully roused, and her voice was torn when she answered.
“I know what I have now, believe me, because I didn’t have much of it before.”
Before now, her life had been defined by a father who was all business, plus a mom who hadn’t been alive for years and whom Donna had missed so much that she had told herself to never put her heart out there again, where it could be stomped all over.
When Caleb took a step onto the porch, one booted foot still on the stair behind him, Donna didn’t move. Was he coming up here to get his point across even more emphatically?
But he didn’t advance. Instead, he slipped his thumbs into his belt loops, a sheepish look on his face.
“Sorry for laying into you like that,” he said. “I didn’t realize how seriously you were taking this.”
“As seriously as you do, evidently.” Breathe, just breathe.
But when he came all the way up onto the porch, breathing wasn’t easy. Plus, he was making her skin do funny things, raising goose bumps and causing her fine hairs to stand on end.
If he noticed the evidence on her bare arms, he didn’t say anything.
“Promise me you’ll let me know if you need help with any of this mess,” he said.
“I’ve got it covered.”
Brother, did he have a lot to learn about her.
His voice lowered. “I’m being serious. Just give a yell if you need me for anything.”
She wasn’t sure they were talking about family business anymore.
“Thanks, but no thanks.” She rose from the swing, and it creaked, as if in protest.
As she passed him on her way to the door, she smelled that saddle soap on his skin, and it filled her head, making her dizzy.
A chuckle stopped her in her tracks, and she glanced over her shoulder to find him shaking his head.
“What?” she asked.
“You’re what we call a ‘firebrand’ out here.”
“I guess that just means if you insist on getting in my business anymore, you’re going to get burned.”
He laughed, and the dimples made a grand appearance, tweaking her heart with sparks that showered down until they settled in her belly.
But just as quickly, she shoved the ridiculous feelings aside.
Not her type. Never would be. And just as soon as she got back to the city, it’d be much easier to remember that fact.

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