Linda Ford (4 page)

“If you say so.” She continued on her way. It took him only two steps to catch up.

“You’re just sore that you didn’t get your way.”

He made her sound like a spoiled child. “I am not.”

Heidi giggled. “You’re quarreling.”

Rebecca clamped her lips together and shot Colton a look that dared him to continue this.

He grinned. Did that glint in his eyes suggest a challenge?

They turned down Victory Street. A lone cowboy rode past, greeted Colton by name and tipped his hat at Rebecca.

Something burned at her thoughts and wouldn’t be quenched, despite her best intentions. Was he like her father, doubting her abilities? “Do you think I can’t manage on my own?” If so, she would prove him wrong.

He raised an eyebrow at her, but didn’t answer. His eyes were like hard bits of rock chiseled from a quarry. Only an accident of birth made them the unusual green color.

“Just because I’m a city girl doesn’t mean I’m incapable of caring for a baby.”

“Don’t recall saying you were.”

They reached the mercantile, forcing her to keep her retort to herself. Besides, as Heidi had pointed out, this was childish quarreling.

She shifted the baby to one arm and brought her thoughts to the task at hand—getting the building supplies delivered as promised. No workers would come unless there was material—though she suspected Miss Ward had been spreading her belief about God’s displeasure with the project among the townspeople. Perhaps some of them believed her.

Oh, and getting a regular supply of milk for the baby. See, she wasn’t a bit incompetent.

With Heidi clinging to her side, Rebecca stepped into the store. She breathed in the smell of coal oil and leather. From past experience, she knew that when she moved closer to the counter she’d catch the scent of licorice and cheese and hundreds of other things more pleasant to the senses.

Colton paused to tie the horse to the hitching rail and set the basket on the bench outside the door, but he reached her side before she made it to the counter. She stuffed back annoyance. Did he think she couldn’t handle things without him?

Without giving him a chance to take over, she spoke to Mr. Gavin. “Sir, I thought we had an agreement. You promised that the supplies would be delivered to the building site this morning.” He’d given his word several times, but something always prevented him from keeping it. “I was just there, and there are no supplies.”

Mr. Gavin raised his craggy eyebrows and gave little Gabriel a look rife with curiosity. She saw the flash of inquisitiveness in his eyes before he thought better of asking about the baby and turned his attention back to her.

“Miss Sterling, I’m doing my best. Unfortunately, I’m at the mercy of the suppliers in Newfield.”

Rebecca understood that. Newfield was the largest town to the east. A distance of approximately twelve miles, if she wasn’t mistaken. She could have walked that far and carried the boards back one by one in the time since she’d placed the order. “Is there not a regular train?” The question was rhetorical. Everyone knew there was. And although Evans Grove wasn’t a regular stop, whistle stops could be scheduled whenever deliveries needed to be made. Furthermore, she knew supplies regularly came from Newfield by wagon. “The work cannot proceed without lumber.”

Mr. Gavin made noncommittal noises. “I’m not responsible for the delay.”

Colton leaned on the counter, all relaxed-looking, as if he had no concern about this stalemate.

So much for working together.

He shifted slightly, turned his attention to the storekeeper. “Guess there’s not much you can do about it, then?”

Mr. Gavin shook his head. “Not a single thing.”

“Suppose I could take a wagon to Newfield and bring back supplies. Likely I’d have to make more’n one trip.” He spoke in a leisurely, unconcerned way. “Come to think of it, I could buy up supplies for the ranch at the same time.”

“I’m sure that won’t be necessary,” Mr. Gavin all but sputtered. “I’ll send a wire again today. Whatever the reason is, this delay is unacceptable.” He turned back to Rebecca. “Your supplies will be here tomorrow. I personally guarantee it.”

Colton banged a fist on the counter. “Good doing business with you.” He considered Rebecca, dropped his gaze to the baby. “We’ll be needing a few other things.”

Rebecca would not let him take over. “We need a regular supply of fresh milk for little Gabriel here.”

“You got another child?” Mr. Gavin asked. “How’d that happen?”

Rebecca silently sought Colton’s advice. They hadn’t discussed how to handle this situation.

Colton grinned.

She blinked. The man could charm the paper off the wall with a smile like that. Then her caution sprang to life. What was he trying to charm from her?

But he’d turned back to the storekeeper. “Found this baby on the doorstep of the orphanage. He’s only a few days old. You haven’t seen any woman around town who might have given birth, have you?”

Mr. Gavin’s mouth hung open. He managed to shake his head without bringing his lips together.

“I suspect the mother is ill or injured, unable to care for the baby.”

Rebecca hoped the explanation was that innocent. But she knew of many other possible reasons. A baby out of wedlock. A runaway young woman. But she understood Colton’s desire to protect Gabriel from gossip and speculation, especially if he truly believed the little one was related to him.

The storekeeper continued to shake his head.

Again, Colton dropped a fist to the counter. “Well, let us know if you see anyone like that. Now, about the things we need for the baby.”

The man scurried to get the milk that Rebecca asked for. “There’s daily delivery so it’s always fresh.”

“We won’t be needing more than this bottle,” Colton said. “I can provide milk at the ranch.”

The storekeeper looked disappointed at the loss of a daily sale.

Colton must have noticed. “The baby will need a few other things.” He glanced around, as if looking for baby supplies. He spotted a nursing bottle and grabbed it. “Put it all on my bill.”

“Excuse me.” Rebecca kept her attention focused on Mr. Gavin, afraid that if she looked at Colton her annoyance would boil over in a most unladylike way that would shock her father if he could hear. “I am the agent for the Orphan Salvation Society and as such am authorized to pay for expenses on behalf of children in my care. Therefore, you may add it to
my
account.” She pulled the bottle closer.

Colton straightened like someone had jammed a steel rod down his spine.

She would not pay any attention to his indignation, nor would she let his size intimidate her. Just because she’d agreed to their compromise did not mean he would always get his way. She’d stay at his house, as they’d decided, but she’d pay her own way...and Gabriel’s, as well. She turned and headed out the door, clutching the bottle of milk in her hand.

Heidi followed.

“Rebecca Sterling.” Colton’s voice carried a large dose of command.

Rebecca saw the uncertainty in Heidi’s face. She almost relented simply to ease Heidi’s worry. But neither that nor the echoing voice of her mother inside her head reminding her to always act like a lady was enough to induce her to respond to Colton’s call.

As she reached the wide step, she heard his boots clatter across the floor toward her.

On the nearby bench she sat beside the baby’s basket, pulled Heidi down on her other side and, with a rigid spine, waited.

Colton Hayes had to be the most annoying, most domineering man she’d ever met. But nothing he said would make her change her mind. She would not relinquish her measure of control in this situation to live on Colton’s charity. She’d pay her way when money was called for, and when it wasn’t, she’d figure out how to earn her keep. Everyone would sooner or later acknowledge that Rebecca Sterling was a capable young woman.

The door opened with a squawk of protesting hinges then slapped shut.

She did her best to pretend she wasn’t aware of Colton standing a few inches away, though the air pulsated with his annoyance. Instead, Rebecca kept her attention on the tiny baby in her arms. He was so sweet and innocent, filling her heart with a protectiveness like nothing she’d ever felt before.

She wouldn’t let him down. She
wouldn’t.

* * *

Colton stared down at Rebecca’s bent head. Her shiny blond hair had been wound into some kind of roll around her face, allowing him plenty of chance to admire her slender neck. Though how he could so dispassionately do so while his insides boiled defied explanation. “Has anyone ever mentioned how annoying you are?”

“Never.” She didn’t even dignify her response by glancing his way.

“Well, someone should have.” Though he supposed rich girls were allowed to act any way they wanted without incurring correction. “Seeing as he’s a member of my family, I will pay for this baby’s needs.”

She lifted her head and fixed him with one of those hard blue looks.

He tried again. “We agreed to share the work.”

She lifted one shoulder in a dismissive gesture. “Yes, we did.”

He let his breath out in a long, exaggerated sigh, hoping she would understand how difficult she was being.

She ignored him.

Smiling, Heidi sat on the edge of the bench, glancing from one to the other as they talked. She’d forgotten to hide her face. The kid was enjoying the quarreling, as she called it.

He caught Rebecca’s eye and tipped his head to indicate Heidi.

Rebecca gave a slight nod to inform him that she saw, and for a moment Colton forgot his annoyance, lost in the pleasure of Heidi’s amusement—and something as fragile as butterfly wings that hovered between himself and Rebecca.

Then he noticed the baby bottle in the basket, and all he could think about was the discord between them.

He leaned against the hitching rail and studied the three people he’d invited into his life—Rebecca, who seemed bound and determined to challenge him at every opportunity; little Gabriel, who was tucked into her arm as content as anyone had a right to be; and Heidi, who suddenly ducked out of sight behind Rebecca’s shoulder. Fierce protectiveness clutched at his throat, and he was filled with the sense that none of the three had anyone but him to watch out for them.

Nonsense, of course. He’d heard tell that Heidi had a brother trying to track her down, and he imagined that Gabriel’s ma would come back for her son sooner or later. He also knew Rebecca had family back in New York. And she’d made it abundantly clear that she did not welcome anything from him. So why did he feel that it was his job to look after them all? Why would he
want
to, with all his responsibilities to the ranch and to his parents?

Even trying to see to their needs would be difficult. He already recognized that sharing the care of the baby at the ranch could prove to be more difficult then he’d initially thought. Would Rebecca resist every move he made, demand to be in control? His skin crawled at the thought.

“We’re in this together,” he said with as much patience as he could muster. “That’s what we agreed. Why don’t we cooperate and make it a pleasant arrangement?” She should find the idea appealing, but he knew when she looked at him that she had no intention of cooperating.

“If you mean I should give in to all your suggestions, the answer is no.”

“No? Just like that?”

“Mr. Hayes, I did not come west to sightsee. I came with a job to do. And I am determined to do that job. I will not turn my responsibilities over to a—” She paused as if to consider what to say and her gaze drifted toward his boots. “Anyone.”

“A dusty cowboy with big feet, you mean?”

A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Admit it.” She lifted toward him one dainty foot, clad in a beautiful brown leather ladies’ boot. “Yours are pretty big.”

In comparison to hers, they were gigantic.

Heidi’s muffled giggle came from behind Rebecca.

Colton threw up his hands in mock defeat. “Okay, I have big feet. But that doesn’t mean we can’t cooperate.”

She nodded, amusement making her eyes flash a brighter blue. “I don’t mind cooperating, but I am not relinquishing my duties.”

It didn’t feel like cooperation to him. More like arguments about everything and nothing.

Baby Gabriel started to fuss.

Rebecca glanced at the bottle of milk from the store. “I’ll pay for the child’s needs. You’re already providing shelter for all of us, room
and
board for Heidi and me—so I can cover the rest of Gabriel’s expenses. That’s a fair division, don’t you think?” She didn’t wait for a reply. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll take him to Holly and Mason’s house.” She rose. “Heidi, can you carry the basket?” They headed away without so much as a by-your-leave, the basket bumping against Heidi’s legs.

He called after them, “I’ll get a buggy to take us home.”

She jolted to a stop and faced him. “Home?”

“The ranch.”

“Oh. Fine. You know where I’ll be.”

She continued on her way, Heidi at her side.

He stared after them. This was not turning out at all well, and he hadn’t even gotten her to the ranch yet. How would she react to living so far out of town? How would his parents respond to having her and the two children in their home? He lifted his hat and rubbed his head. If not for his concern for baby Gabriel, he’d be sorely tempted to change his mind about this arrangement. But no, he couldn’t shirk his responsibility. Particularly not his responsibility to family.

His gaze shifted to the orphanage.

And, he reluctantly admitted, one other thing stopped him from rescinding his offer—concern about Rebecca’s safety, since someone was clearly trying to destroy the place.

He slammed his hat back onto his head. His concern would always, first and foremost, be his family. That meant his parents and now Gabriel. Heidi and Rebecca would temporarily be part of his family, as well.

Sure, Rebecca was a rich girl with a father, but he was back East and Colton was right here. So he would give her the help and protection she needed. Even if she resisted.