something heâd never felt. The damn thing wanted to jump out of his chest and drop at her small feet. What the hell was wrong with him?
His parents had been married for more than thirty-Âfive years, and he always thought of them as a one-Âin-Âa-Âmillion kind of Âcouple. They were happy together. The kind of happy that had his father whistling in the barn early in the morning and his mother smiling over the dirty dishes as she cleaned his plate. It was the kind of love that had them snuggling on the couch, catching a movie, and his father stealing a kiss. Over and over heâd heard them tell the story of how theyâd met at a Fourth of July picnic. Love at first sight. Blake had always rolled his eyes. Yeah, right.
His father had told him once that when he found the right woman, sheâd stop him in his tracks. Yeah, well, he couldnât move now. He couldnât stop staring at her. Looking at Gillian, with her beaten face, the defensive edge to her posture, and the distance she kept between them, he didnât know how to begin to get her to trust him. But he already knew heâd work damn hard at it, because the compulsion to protect her overwhelmed him.
This other stuff swirling in his chest and gut, he didnât know what to make of it.
He wondered if this was how his big brother, Gabe, felt the first time he met his girl, Ella. Sheâd been in bad shape too, but that hadnât stopped Gabe from protecting and falling in love with her. In fact, it sparked everything.
Maybe thatâs all this was, his inner need to protect someone who needed protecting.
Against who? Her father is dead. You just want her.
Yep. That simple and that complicated. Because wanting her meant putting his personal and professional life with Bud and the ranch on the line. Not an option.
Gillian kept her distance from the porch, sucked in a deep breath, and mustered up her courage. A flash of pure rage lit the younger manâs eyes when she stepped closer, making them narrow on her. A split second later, his eyes went soft with something she didnât recognize but made her want to take a closer look into his tawny eyes. Sheâd never seen someone look at her that way. Difficult to read, sheâd keep her guard up around this man.
The guy and her grandfather shared a look, then turned back to stare at her. Her grandfather wasnât smiling. He seemed to expect her to come to him.
Beyond tired, she hurt everywhere. Driving for three days had really taken the life out of her. The doctor had warned her that she needed plenty of rest and time to heal. What she needed was a fresh start.
This is your chance, Gillian. Donât mess it up . âHello.â
âGillian, where have you been?â The question came out gruff and filled with rage, tinged with sympathy. She didnât know how to decipher the opposing emotions, which increased her anxiety.
Gillian opened her mouth to answer her grandfather, but for the life of her, she didnât know what to call him. She didnât know this man. She didnât remember ever meeting him. âGrandfatherâ seemed appropriate, because he seemed to be larger than life and had an air of confidence that could wear a title like that. Still, not her style. âGrandpaâ seemed too familiar. At a complete loss, she kept her mouth shut.
Since she wasnât inclined to speak, he took the lead.
âWhy didnât you fly? I told the doctor Iâd pick you up at the airport. Didnât you get the money I sent?â
She raised her chin defiantly. âI got it. I can work here at the ranch, or in town. Iâll make the money back and pay you as soon as I can.â
âI donât want you to pay me back. I want to know where youâve been for the last six days.â
She didnât like the gruff tone and took a step back, putting more distance between them. It only made him frown more. âUm, I had to get