Rocky Mountain Angel

Chapter Eight

Gabe pulled up to his parents’ house and hopped out of his truck. Thursday morning had vanished before he knew it, and he still wanted to track down his father before the day was over.

Damn man seemed to be hiding, which normally wouldn’t be an issue. Keeping lots of distance between the two of them was usually a good thing. But now that he needed to talk, Ben was nowhere to be found.

Gabe shoved open the front door, calling as he burst in. “Ma, you seen Ben this afternoon?”

No answer from his ma. The kitchen smelt wonderful as usual, and the oven was hot, crowded with pots for dinner. But there was no sign of either parent.

He stepped out the door off the kitchen and spotted a batch of bright colour over in the garden. His boots left imprints in the soft new grass as he shortcut across to where his ma was working a hoe.

She smiled at him as she leaned on the tall wooden handle. An oversized set of gloves on her hands and a huge pair of rubber boots on her feet, she looked like any of a hundred other ranch women out planting their gardens. It was such a familiar sight.

He had to make sure they didn’t lose the land. No matter how much work it was. This was home.

“You seen Ben lately?”

She pushed a loose hair out from in front of her eyes, frowning for a minute. “I guess I did. He came out of the house about fifteen minutes ago and headed that way.”

She pointed toward the back of the barns, and he waved and took off. He had no more time to waste. Practicing on the donkey—those days were done. Now that he’d had a chance to brainstorm with Allison, there were things they needed to start doing right now. Getting Ben on board was the only way to keep the momentum going.

After Allison’s inspiration? He was ready to take on anyone. There was no way that Ben could dismiss these ideas.

Five minutes later he discovered Ben standing on the edge of the dugout beyond the barn.

He forced the words past his suddenly dry throat. “Got some interesting information for you.”

Ben turned, his brows furrowed together. “What you doing here?”

“Wanted to talk. You got a few minutes?”

His father grunted.

“I took Allison out for a ride the other day, to show her the land.”

Ben scowled harder. “You really marrying that woman?”

“We’re engaged.”

“You knock her up?”

Not only was his father an ass, he had yet to catch up with the twenty-first century. “No. That’s not a reason people get married anymore.”

“Well, she sure the hell must have some excuse to be willing to get tied to a loser like you.”

Gabe pulled in his temper. “This isn’t a discussion about Allison and my relationship. I wanted to let you know she had some great ideas for the ranch—you do remember that she works in the industry. She’s a highly respected consultant.”

Ben crossed his arms. “If she’s willing to get hooked up with you, I’m not sure how highly respected the woman could be. Doesn’t get any from me.”

Gabe chose to ignore the stupid comments and press ahead. “We can make a few changes and start increasing our profits. Aren’t you at least interested in what she had to say about that?”

His father stepped closer. “I’m not interested in a woman coming and telling me how to run my place. I don’t care to hear any ideas from some high-strung pup who can’t keep his responsibilities in line and has to go chasing a skirt to find a way to become important. Is that why you hooked up with her? So people in this town might finally respect you? It’s not going to happen.” Ben spat to the side. “The only reason I don’t kick you out is you at least have the guts to halfway do your job on a daily basis.”

Gabe held in the words he wanted to scream. To tell his father to shove the ranch up his ass, and that Gabe was leaving and never coming back.

The same thing tied his hands as had made him return years ago.

Dana. And Rafe.

Ben reached down and grabbed something from the tall grass before walking away without another word.

Gabe stared after the man, the sense of lost opportunities and lost hope slowly crowded out as he realized what was in his father’s hand.

Dammit. The cardboard box from the kitchen.

Rage exploded like a long-set mine. He pictured the expression on his ma’s face, on Allison’s, as they’d cooed over the tiny kittens.

It might have made no sense, but his limbs were already moving. He threw his hat to the side and raced to the end of the dugout. The water was murky with springtime runoff, but the ditch wasn’t that wide. He stepped forward and leaned over, hands reaching for the bottom. Hoping that whatever Ben had used could be found quickly.

He ended up with his head under the dirty water, hands grasping at weeds and rotting straw that had blown and settled in the waterhole. He rose and sucked in a breath, diving again and moving farther toward the middle. He was nearly out of air when his fingers caught on the edge of a rough sack.

Feet to the bottom to propel himself upward, Gabe pulled the burlap free, lifting it over his head. He scrambled one-handed up the narrow embankment, mud coating his clothes. The chill of the water not even registering as his anger burned.

Yes, at times the farm cats got out of control, but they didn’t have too many right now. No need to go and drown the little things.

His fingers felt like wooden sticks as he tore at the knot. A heavy rock pinned the sack to the ground, motionless lumps lying next to it.

A beam of sunshine hit the ground to his left, spotlighting the sad little creatures he pulled one at a time from the open bag. Motionless, their soft fur matted and clumped to their lifeless bodies. Gabe fought the tears that a grown man shouldn’t shed, but damn it all, this was part and parcel of how fucked up his life had become.

He wasn’t dead, but at times it seemed being dead would be easier. And it was his father who had tied the sack tight and thrown him in.

Regret at having been too late tore through him, and he growled in frustration. Tiny bodies lay in accusation that what he had done was too late and too little.

That it would always be too late and too little.

Gabe jammed on his hat and sat back on his heels. Soaking wet, mud covered from head to toe. Staring down, his heart breaking over a bunch of useless, insignificant kittens.

The urge to give up was so damn strong right then. To become bitter and cold like his father would be preferable to the pain eating him inside.

He moved the kittens back to the sack to carry them to be buried somewhere. One after another he lay them gently next to each other, swear words filling his mind along with the frustration and confusion.

One twitched.

He paused, lifting the soggy black body and placing it carefully in his palm. He gently rubbed up the creature’s chest and neck, like he would a newborn lamb to remove the mucus after it was born. He didn’t dare let the flicker of hope inside grow too fast.

It was like watching a candle on a gusty windowsill quivering to stay lit. The kitten’s chest moved again, and when its tiny mouth opened in a pitiful meow, Gabe bit his lip to stop from shouting out loud.

He tucked the little thing inside his shirt against his body, close enough that even with him soaking wet there was heat. It cuddled in and planted its paws on his skin, needle-sharp claws popping out to poke him, and he didn’t give a shit that he was being used as a pincushion.

It was a hell of a lot harder to one-handed finish the grisly task of caring for the kittens who hadn’t made it, but he was too grateful and too spent to care how long it took or how awkward it was. The tiny creature nestled against his ribs was like a miniature spot of hope.

Fuck his father. The man had told him again and again he was worthless. Why Gabe continued to try had always been for his own reasons. For his ma and brother. For his own soul—to keep alive the good things he knew about himself in spite of whatever Ben said.

He wouldn’t let the bitterness Ben kept dumping on him leach into his soul anymore.

There with the sunshine coming down like in some great cathedral, Gabe had his own revelation. He was done fighting Ben’s way. He was going to win this damn war between them, and he was going to use his own methods to get there.

And heaven help Ben if he wasn’t able to accept that.

Allison wasn’t exactly fussing—it was a teenager joining them for dinner for Pete’s sake. But she knew that of all the people who might see through what she and Gabe were doing, his kid brother was the most likely.

So she’d made sure she stopped working at the restaurant with enough time to get back to Gabe’s cabin to double-check things before Rafe arrived.

Kissing her mom goodbye for the night and seeing her bright smile was encouraging and lightened Allison’s spirits. So far Maisey seemed to be healthy enough. There were no signs of the disease sweeping through her body, but the expected deterioration could begin at anytime, and Allison snatched up every good moment for all she was worth.

There wasn’t much to do to get ready once she did get home—and wasn’t that a strange way to start thinking of Gabe’s place? It was a safe spot, though, after not even a week.

She finished setting the table then suddenly realized something.

She slipped into her bedroom and nabbed her things. It was a little weird to waltz into Gabe’s room and deliberately put her clothes there. It wasn’t as if she had to shove her nightclothes under the pillow, but her robe hung on the hook next to the bathroom, and she dropped her makeup kit on the dresser top.

She had to grab her pillow from the spare room and place it at the head of the bed, and this unexpected sensation snuck over her.

Kissing him the other day wasn’t something she should be remembering in such minute detail. The firmness of his lips, the pressure of his hands on her hips.

They were getting along fine, and she had been mean to tease him so hard. And mean to tease herself because with things working out with Mom, at least temporarily, there was a whole bunch too much time to think about how hot and achy Gabe made her.

She lay on the bed and stared at the ceiling. After their talk the other day, she felt she could offer the Coleman ranch advice. That alone made it easier to keep going. The ploy wasn’t her taking from him selfishly, she would contribute.

She closed her eyes for a moment to relax until either of the guys arrived.

“Allison.”

Gabe’s shout brought her to her feet with a start. No way did she want to be caught sprawled in his bed. “In the back,” she called.

“I need help.” His voice was terse, the words clipped.

She raced from the bedroom and met him at the front door.

“Gabe, what happened?” He was soaked and filthy, from his boots on up.

“I’ll explain later. Here, help me. Take the little thing.”

He opened his shirt, one hand on the outside of the fabric cradling something. She leaned in closer and slipped her fingers along his abdomen, catching hold of a small warmish bundle of fur.

“Why…never mind, I’ve got it.” She pulled out a tiny kitten, and it meowed plaintively. “You need help with your boots?”

“There’s a bootjack outside. Go grab some towels to wrap that thing in. I’m going to make a mess across the floor in a minute.”

She was already on the way to the kitchen. “Strip outside and leave your stuff there if you want.”

She snatched a towel out of the drawer and gently deposited the kitten in it, wrapping the warm cloth tightly. Gabe’s earlier solution sprang to mind, and she headed into the bedroom to nab an old hoodie. She pulled it on and tightened the bottom tie strap, creating a snug basket. She slipped the kitten under the layers and petted it carefully. Her fingers met mud and bits of straw, and she pulled them aside, all the time caressing the little thing as it shook.

She stepped out of her bedroom the exact second Gabe strode past. Naked.

Their eyes met, but there was too much tension in his expression for it to be sexual or even embarrassing. He was furious, and she paused in the doorway to let him stomp through his bedroom and into the bath area.

If she happened to stare at the way the muscles in his ass flexed as he moved, she wasn’t going to tell him.

“You okay, Gabe?”

Nothing answered but the sound of running water. She made sure she kept her back to the open arch of the bathroom to give him privacy, but still stepped into the room. “Gabe? You need me to do anything?”

He sighed. “I’ll be fine. How’s the kitten?”

She touched her fingers lightly to its head, and it pressed against her palm. Something inside her went soft. “Warming up.”

Asking what had happened didn’t seem like a great idea.

He was quiet for another moment, then spoke. “Good. I guess I should ask if you’d like a pet.”

The out-of-the-blue suggestion made her heart flutter. “Pet? I can keep it inside?”

“You seemed to like them. If you want, you can name it. And when you leave, you can take the kitten with you. If that doesn’t work for you, I’ll keep it here.”

It was nearly enough to make her forget she was studiously avoiding looking in his direction. Cats were never inside pets. “Really?”

His fingers appeared along the edge of the glass as he grasped on tight. When he stuck his head around the corner he was still dripping wet, but the mud covering his forehead had washed away. The hard tension in his face softened although his nostrils flared for a moment. A slow smile came onto his expression, almost reluctantly, as if he was forced to let it show. “You look like a kangaroo.”

She cuddled her burden, feeling a little silly but still curious as all get out. “Body heat is probably good for him.”

Gabe nodded. “I hadn’t even checked to see what he was. Tough little guy, and yeah, I’m serious. If he was too stubborn to die, I’m not going to toss him to the wolves. If you can’t keep him, I’ll take him on.”

He was pulling back and Allison impulsively reached out and laid her fingers over his, trapping him. “I take it something bad happened.”

He shrugged. “Something typical happened, but I’m not going to let typical run my life.”

Which made no sense, but she wasn’t about to ask for more explanations. Not as she realized only that narrow glass barrier stood between her and him. Naked him.

Their eyes met again, and this time she was even more aware of where they were. His strong hand under hers, skin slick with moisture. She snuck her hand back as if she’d touched the stove.

The lazy smile expanded until it was hundred percent Angel Coleman who she remembered from years ago. “You planning on scrubbing my back?” he asked. “I’m feeling extra dirty right now.”

She paused, shocked at his suggestion. “Gabe, what are—?”

A cough sounded behind her, and she spun to find Rafe standing in the doorway, grinning at them both.

“I…well, I didn’t knock, but I did call a couple of times. You guys need me to get anything ready for dinner? Or you want me to come back in a few hours?”

Allison’s cheeks were burning hot, but she kept her chin up. Behind her Gabe’s bright laugh boomed out. “Get out of here, you ass.”

Rafe winked and retreated.

Allison’s heart was still pounding.

Gabe’s suggestive comment—he’d known Rafe was there all the time.

She was torn between being even more embarrassed and being angry. Didn’t matter that their cover was now firmly established with Rafe—the situation was wholly believable—she was still pissed.

Because I wish he’d really been talking to me.

The truth made her bold. She wanted to somehow get back a bit of her own power in the situation. Maybe it wasn’t smart, maybe it was the stupidest thing she’d ever done.

Gabe had retreated behind the glass barrier, Rafe gone the opposite direction. Allison squared her shoulders, supported the kitten in place and stepped into the opening of the shower.

This time she didn’t keep her eyes locked at head level. She let herself enjoy seeing him naked in the middle of the spray. He was facing away from her, and that perfect backside was centre stage, his muscular ass flexing as he shifted his weight. Soap bubbles escaped from where he rubbed his hands over his shoulders, the liquid splashing up as he lifted his face into the direct line of the water.

Wet, his blond hair was darker. He grabbed the soap from the wall dish and his hands moved quickly. Over his chest, his abdomen. Lower still as he twisted to rinse the soap from his back.

Which gave her the best view possible of his front. Of his hands rubbing over his cock and balls.

“Fuck.”

The word surprised her into looking up, all his body gone tight again. Hands crossing to cover his groin.

“Allison?” Confusion in the word, a frown on his face.

She opened her eyes innocently. “I thought you needed me to scrub your back?”

A short pause was followed by a hearty snort. “You’re as much trouble as my brother. Go on.”

She tilted her head to the side and looked him over once more before turning as casually as possible and retreating.

Retreating because, hot damn, the man was fine. And if she’d stayed there a moment longer, she’d have forgotten everything—their visitor in the living room, the kitten in her pocket and maintaining deceptions. She’d have stripped down and pressed herself against him and not left until she’d found out exactly how heavenly this Angel Boy could make her feel.