One Good Cowboy(37)
Author: Catherine Mann

That thought brought to mind other unfinished business between him and his mom. He’d learned time wasn’t guaranteed, so he might as well go for broke. “I know who my father is.”

Her McNair blue eyes went wide. “Is that a trick question where you try to get me to admit something?”

“No trick. I did the detective work and figured it out. A DNA test confirmed Dale Banks is my biological father.” He still didn’t know how he felt about that. Maybe it would have been better not to know than to continue to wonder what would happen if he ever confronted the guy with the truth.

Her jaw dropped. “Dale agreed to the test?”

“He didn’t know about the test. I tricked him. But if I’m right, I think he already knew and didn’t want to be a father, or he refused a test in the past.”

She nodded.

Stone followed the rest of the thought to its logical conclusion. “And he wasn’t interested in being a parent.”

“I’m afraid not, son.” She stood and reached to pat his arm, but stopped just shy of actually touching him. “I’m so sorry.”

He winced at the word son but decided to let it slide. “Apology accepted.”

Yes, anger and betrayal churned inside him, but he refused to stir up drama right before Mariah came home from the hospital.

“Does that mean I’m forgiven?” Jade asked hopefully. “I know that I can’t make up for what I put you through, but I would like to know you’ve found some peace. You deserved better.”

“I have Mariah,” he said without missing a beat. “I got the best.”

No more blaming the past for current issues. He had to shoulder his own mistakes from now on. Which meant he had a final confession to make to Johanna, and with his blinders off, he understood she might well never forgive him. But lying to her through evasion was no longer an option.

* * *

The sun sank on the horizon like a melting orange Dreamsicle.

Johanna drew in the sweet fragrance from the field of bluebonnets. After a full day of walking on eggshells around the entire McNair family, she was more than ready to jump all over Stone’s suggestion that they slip away for a ride before supper. She should have known he would choose to ride to his favorite patch of McNair land.

She slid from her horse, leather creaking. “What a great idea to come here to watch the sunset.”

He swung a leg over and dismounted. He opened the saddlebag, pulled out a yellow quilt and passed it over to her. With a pat to his quarter horse’s flank, he let Copper graze alongside Johanna’s palomino.

She shook the quilt out onto the ground and dropped down to sit with an exhausted sigh. It seemed like aeons ago that she’d woken up to find Stone on the porch sketching doggie portraits.

“What does your grandmother want to do about Pearl since the Montana couple reneged?” She’d been surprised when he announced the family had changed their minds, but then she’d always wondered if Pearl should stay with Mariah.

He pulled two water bottles from the saddlebag before sitting beside her. He stretched his legs out, boots crossed at the ankles. “Gran expects us to proceed as planned with the backup families once we take Ruby to her princess digs.”

“Sounds like Mariah really has her heels dug in deep.” Johanna sipped the water, trying not to get her hopes up too high over how right this felt with his warm muscled thigh against hers while they sat shoulder to shoulder. “I have to admit, I’m surprised. I always thought Pearl was her favorite.”

“Pearl was actually my mother’s dog.” He tipped back his water bottle, his throat moving with a long swallow.

“How did I not know that?” She thumbed the condensation on the outside of her water bottle. “I can only remember Pearl coming to Mariah about four years ago and Mariah saying offhandedly that Pearl had been abandoned by her owner.”

“That’s pretty much dead-on correct,” he said drily. “My mother bought her from a pet store, paid a fortune for her. Thought she was getting her own Wizard of Oz Toto. Once Pearl wasn’t a puppy anymore, my mom didn’t want her. Too much mess, too much nipping, too much trouble to take with her to France.”

“That’s sad to hear.” Would the little terrier remember Jade? Be confused? “Shelters are full of older puppies just like that. Thank goodness your grandmother took her.”

“Just like she took me.”

She slid an arm around him. Jade showing up after so long must have rattled him. “Your grandmother did a great job with you. You’re an amazing man.”

He didn’t smile or even look at her. He picked at a clump of bluebonnets and smashed them between his fingers. “It’s crazy, but she blamed herself for the selfish decisions made by her adult children. I think she saw me as her second chance to get it right after my drug addict mother and my trust fund uncle who never worked a day in his life.”

“You work very hard.” Too hard, in her opinion.

“She still doesn’t trust me to take over the company.” He sprinkled the bits of bluebonnet leaves over her lap.

“She can’t doubt your skills as the CEO of Diamonds in the Rough. You’ve expanded the company in a tough economy.” She wasn’t a business major, but she knew magazines had written glowing features on him.

“Mariah doubts my humanity instincts. Something you yourself have noted, as well,” he pointed out. “And that stings more because I’m not sure it’s something I can fix.”

“Oh, Stone,” she said, her heart aching over the hurt they’d caused each other. She shifted, swinging her leg over to straddle his lap. She took his face in her hands. “I never should have said that. Whatever our differences, I know you care about people. I guess that’s what frustrates me most. Your refusal to see how good you are.”

Unable to take the pain in his sky-blue eyes, she leaned in to kiss him, hoping he would feel all the emotion in her flowing into him. No matter how hard she’d tried to deny it, this was the only man she’d ever loved. The only man she ever would love.

His arms wrapped around her, his hands sliding up her spine and under her long braid. With deft fingers, he worked her hair loose, combing through it until her every nerve tingled to life. In a smooth sweep, he rolled her onto her back, her legs hooking around his waist. A fresh whiff of bluebonnet perfume wafted up from the press of their bodies. Already, she could feel the swell of his erection between them. What she wouldn’t give to be with him, out here in the open.