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  “Technically, they aren’t my nieces, they’re my cousins. I don’t have any sisters or brothers,” he said. No time like the present to start overcoming past mistakes. “Those are the children of the two cousins I was raised with.”

  He could see in her face the desire to question him further, but the rest of the company gathered around the table inhibited her.

  “So you’re from Albuquerque?” Dulcie’s brother addressed him from the end of the table.

  Tye shook his head. “Not originally. And not recently. My family is in Montana. I’m a free-lance photographer, and for a while I had an apartment in Albuquerque.” He inclined his head toward Dulcie. “Which is where Dulcie and I met. But I’ve spent the last year on a Montana cow-calf operation, working for my uncle after he fell and shattered his left leg pretty badly.”

  Day’s eyes lit up. “How many head?”

  The rest of the meal was dominated by ranch talk. Although Tye could tell Day hadn’t forgotten to be suspicious of him, Tye liked Dulcie’s brother. And her sister-in-law, Angel. A beautiful woman. Idly he wondered what there was about human attraction that made him only mildly interested in her undeniable fair beauty, while every cell in his body was alert to Dulcie’s presence when she was in the room. No way could he pretend he was indifferent to Dulcie.

  That was good, Tye decided as he watched his son’s tiny body stretch and squirm as Ryan awoke from his catnap in the cradle, because he was going to be seeing a lot of her in the future since they would be raising their son together. Together. The word brought a whole host of interesting possibilities to mind, but he pushed them aside to consider a more mundane matter.

  He wanted to be involved in his son’s life. Not just hovering on the periphery but to be there on a daily basis. There to witness the first step, the first word, to set him on his first pony and to teach him to ride and rope. Even more important, he wanted Ryan to have the stability of a family of his own, to know he was loved, to feel that he was special.

  He knew what it was like to spend your life wondering what had been more important to your parents than the child they had created and abandoned. Ryan was never going to have to face that.

  He and Dulcie had created Ryan. For the rest of their lives they would be tied by that bond. He might as well admit it—there was only one conclusion to the thoughts racing around in his head. He was going to marry her.

  Amazingly, the thought didn’t bother him. He’d avoided commitment like the plague all his life because he hadn’t thought he’d ever want the responsibility of children, and everybody knew marriage nearly always meant kids. But in the few short hours since he’d been presented with his son’s existence, he’d been touching on the idea like a skittish colt who wanted sugar but was afraid of the hand that held it. Coming close, dancing away, drawing near again but not quite able to complete the leap of faith it took. Well, he guessed he was leaping now.

  He couldn’t imagine marriage to another woman, but marrying Dulcie seemed like a good idea to him. He’d spent enough time with her to know that she soothed him rather than irritated. And God knew they were a good match in bed.

  The mere pairing of “bed” and “Dulcie” in the same thought was all it took to bring back vivid memories of the night she’d lain with him. Too vivid. He shifted in his seat and deliberately transferred his gaze to the squirming infant she was lifting from the pine cradle.

  Ryan might be the reason for the marriage, but the more he thought about it, the better the idea seemed. Then, when he was away on assignment, Ryan still would have one parent and a lot of support and stability in his life.

  “Come into my study? I’d like to talk a little more.”

  Dulcie’s brother was looking at him expectantly, and he realized Day had been addressing him. The man clearly was used to giving orders and having people jump.

  Slowly, he pushed away his plate and rose. “The meal was delicious. Thank you.”

  Angel smiled graciously as she began to clear away the supper dishes. Dulcie avoided his eyes, but she looked worried about something. He promised himself that as soon as he could get away from Day, he’d talk to her some more.

  He followed the other man toward the front of the house and into an office.

  “Have a seat.”

  The tone in Day’s voice wasn’t an invitation but an order. What the hell was up here? Tye ignored the command, leaning against a sturdy bookshelf and consciously adopting a relaxed pose. “Thanks, I’ll stand.” He looked at the computer equipment spread across the desk. “What software do you use for your breeding program?”

  “I didn’t bring you in here to compare work techniques,” Day said. His teeth clicked together audibly over the last word. “You’re upsetting my sister. Angel told me Dulcie wasn’t expecting you.”

  “She didn’t know I was coming,” he admitted. “I thought I’d drop in and see her while I was down this way.”

  “You’ll have to leave tomorrow,” Day said abruptly. “She’s a new mother and a recent widow. She needs rest and no disruptions.”

  “I’m aware of Dulcie’s needs. But she and I have some catching-up to do. I planned on a longer visit.”

  Day’s face darkened. “My sister has had enough man trouble in her life to last her quite a while. If you’re courtin’, she’s not interested.”

  Damn. He should have known this wasn’t going to be easy. There was no help for it but to tell the truth. “I’m not exactly courtin’.” He hesitated, then took a deep breath. “I’m Ryan’s father. And I’m hoping to stay awhile.”

  The bald words ricocheted off every wall in the room. A second crawled by, then two. From the kitchen, the clatter of dishes seemed abnormally loud. Day’s face would have made a great photograph, if Tye was into portraits. He’d title it Shock Absorbing.

  “Is that true?” Day’s sharp demand wasn’t aimed at him. Tye turned, seeing for the first time that Dulcie stood behind him in the doorway.

  She nodded, apparently speechless, but he could read pure outraged anger in her expression.

  “But…what about Lyle…?” Day was floundering, apparently trying to figure out how to phrase his questions in a delicate manner. At any other time, Tye would have found his efforts immensely amusing.

  “Tye and I weren’t…we didn’t…we were just friends until my divorce was final,” Dulcie informed her brother in a steely tone. “Not that it’s any of your business.”

  Good for her. Intent on Dulcie, Tye never saw the fist that connected with his jaw. He didn’t even get his hands out in time to break the fall, and Day’s punch knocked him flat on his back on the hard wooden floor.

  He lay there, his head throbbing. The headache from the accident that had been held at bay after his nap returned in force. He was seeing three and four of everything, but his hearing was unimpaired and he had no trouble deciphering the raw fury beneath the blistering curses that Day Kincaid was heaping on his head.

  “Get up,” Day said through his teeth. “Get up so I can knock you down again. You’re not fit to lick my sister’s boots. It might be okay in Montana to use a woman without worrying about consequences, but around here we do things differently. Real men don’t leave their women to face pregnancy and birth alone. Real men don’t father bas—”

  “Day, stop it!” The command was a harsh scream. “He’s injured. You might have done permanent damage to his head.” Dulcie was kneeling at Tye’s side, her fingers gently exploring the spot on his jaw where Day’s fist had landed.

  Day uttered a growl of contempt. “I figure that would be an improvement.” He glared at Tye. “Get up.”

  Tye climbed to his feet, despite Dulcie’s protests. He still saw two of the furious dark-haired man, but he did his best to focus on one of them. “You can pound on me some more if it makes you feel better. I probably deserve it.” He paused, then looked at Dulcie, holding her gaze with his own as he spoke to her brother. “But I won’t fight back. Dulcie’s already too upset. She needs
rest and relaxation right now. Having the two of us at each other’s throat won’t help.”

  Dulcie’s big brown eyes were fastened on his face. Though he was speaking to her brother, he was communicating with her, as well. I’m sorry. Let me try to make this right.

  Day cleared his throat.

  Dulcie shook her head slightly, as if she was coming out of a trance. Her expression darkened again as she stomped across the room toward Day. “How dare you!”

  “Huh?” Day looked taken aback by her attitude. “What did I do?”

  “I can fight my own battles.” Dulcie shook her finger in his face, so close that he flinched and blinked. “Stop pretending to be a protective older brother.”

  “I’m not pretending.” Day’s tone was injured.

  “I know.” Dulcie’s voice softened slightly. “And it’s nice to know you care. But I can straighten out my life without any interference from you.” She slipped behind him and gave him a hefty shove that barely succeeded in jostling his solidly muscled frame. “Now go away. Tye and I need to talk.”

  “All right. But I want to say one last thing to lover boy here.” Day looked back over Dulcie’s head at Tye. “I’m not sorry I hit you. And if you want to try a rematch, you just name the date.”

  “Out!” Dulcie stomped her foot and flung out an arm toward the door.

  With a last unreadable glance at his sister, Day left the room.

  When the door closed behind him, Dulcie turned to face Tye. Or maybe turned on him was more accurate, he decided. The woman didn’t look happy. Even so, she was enchanting.

  Her glossy black hair curled wildly to a point below her shoulders, and her dark eyes were sparkling with temper. Her brows were drawn together in a manner that she probably thought looked ferocious, but to him only emphasized her fragility and femininity. He’d been attracted to her quiet, self-contained beauty in Albuquerque, but he’d sensed there was more to her than she would share with him. Perhaps that had been part of her charm.

  Now he was seeing what lay below the surface. And far from boring or repulsing him, he found this new, spirited woman more exciting than ever.

  “And you,” she said in a tone laden with fury. “How dare you talk about me behind my back? If I’d wanted Day to know you were Ryan’s father, I would have told him myself.”

  That stung. Already he was absurdly proud of his newfound parent status. “You should have told him,” he said harshly. “Just like you know in your heart you should have told me.”

  That stopped her. Dulcie paused with her mouth open to deliver another verbal blast, and to his chagrin, he saw tears rising in her eyes. “This won’t work,” she said. “You’re going to have to leave.”

  He would have gone to her and taken her in his arms, but she dragged her sleeve across her eyes and he realized her temper hadn’t abated. Instead, he crossed his arms and shook his head. “Nope.”

  “But I can’t think when you’re around.” She crossed the floor to him and placed her hand on his arm. “Please, Tye. Each of us needs to have time to decide what we want for Ryan before we try to discuss it. I won’t try to exclude you anymore. I just don’t want to make any rash decisions.”

  She looked so appealing that he couldn’t prevent himself from unfolding his arms and sliding his uninjured hand up to cup her elbow. Drawing her closer, he slipped his arms around her shoulders and dropped his head to nuzzle his nose in her soft hair. “I don’t need time,” he murmured. “I know exactly what I want for our son.”

  “And what’s that?” she whispered. She held herself rigid and unyielding, but her breathing was shallow and uneven and her breath was warm against his throat. The tips of her breasts brushed his chest over and over again. He had to restrain himself from yanking her to him so that he could feel every womanly curve again.

  But he didn’t want to spook her. And truthfully, he didn’t feel good enough right now for a serious advance. He wanted to do this right. Tye kissed her ear, then began to trail his lips along her temple. The blood was pulsing through his body in a stirring tempo heightened by her proximity. “I’m prepared to marry you.”

  She stood frozen for a moment, but he’d expected some initial shock and he kept up the lightly sensual caresses. In a minute she’d think it through and be relieved. Maybe she would even be glad-”You’re prepared to marry me?” Her voice was strident and filled with fury as she tore herself out of his embrace, and he realized that she wasn’t reacting in quite the way he’d anticipated.

  “Yes.” She should be pleased, shouldn’t she? It was important that Ryan have a father in his life. And legitimacy. That was important, too.

  “You’re prepared to marry me.” This time it wasn’t a question but a statement loaded with sarcasm. “What a lucky girl I am.” Her eyes narrowed as she surveyed Tye from head to toe and back again with insulting thoroughness.

  “Look.” He didn’t know what to say to reassure her. “We’ve both made mistakes. But I’d like to correct them. I can provide for you and Ryan, if that’s part of the problem here.” He knew he sounded defensive, but he couldn’t figure out why she seemed to be so mad now.

  “Marriage to you isn’t going to correct anything,” Dulcie said emphatically. “I don’t need you to provide for Ryan and me. I have a family and work right here on the ranch. You, on the other hand, travel constantly. I have no intention of marrying another man who plunks me in an apartment somewhere and takes off for weeks on end.”

  “You know my schedule is flexible. We could work something out.” Although he couldn’t think of anything workable right at the moment.

  “How would I know your schedule is flexible?” Her voice rose. “I don’t know anything about your work! You take pictures.and that’s all you’ve ever told me. Pictures of what? Something that requires travel, obviously.”

  He hesitated. His work was a private thing, always had been. Not even his family in Montana knew how well he’d done for himself. It wasn’t something he’d consciously planned. It was more that he’d felt separate, not quite a part of a family unit for as long as he could remember. He knew he was like a son to Uncle Ike and Aunt Gem, like a brother to their two daughters, but he’d always felt in his heart that he didn’t really belong.

  His photography was the only way he’d ever found to define himself, to identify himself without needing the context of family to tell him who he was. He was proud of what he’d accomplished, proud of who he was. And if he wanted to create a family with Dulcie, he supposed he’d have to share that with her.

  He crossed to Day’s desk, silently pointing to the cover of a glossy stock journal on the corner.

  Dulcie raised an eyebrow. “What?”

  “This is mine.” He could remember the day he’d taken the photo like it was yesterday. He’d waited for two hours in the hot sun for that Brangus bull to look his way. Finally, he’d begun to throw small pebbles to attract the dozing animal’s attention. It had worked a little too well. When the bull had spotted him, he’d not only looked but charged. It wasn’t the first time in Tye’s life that he’d been charged or chased, but it was the first that he’d ever vaulted a fence running uphill wearing more than a dozen pounds of camera equipment.

  But Dulcie didn’t look very impressed. “You take pictures of cattle?”

  “Among other things.” He shrugged. “I’ve been described as a photographer of ’the Western way of life.’“

  “And magazines pay you for that?”

  “Yep.” He hesitated, then figured he’d better let her hear it all. “I’ve sold prints to collectors and had two coffee-table books published. Dulcie, money is not a problem. I’m more than able to take care of you and Ryan. You wouldn’t have to work.”

  “That’s not why I asked.” Her voice was still acid. “You know a lot about me, but in the time we knew each other, you never shared anything about yourself. All I Was to you was a warm body—” her voice rose “—and that’s no basis for marriage. So stop feeling guilty
about me, cowboy. I wouldn’t marry you if you made a million bucks a year!”

  She started past him, clearly planning a grand exit with the last word, but his temper, usually so even, snapped beneath the contempt in her tone.

  He grabbed her arm and dragged her to a halt, shoving his face close to hers, ignoring the startled shock in her eyes. “Don’t think we’re done with this discussion,” he snarled. “I know all about how it feels to grow up as a bastard with no father, and my son is never going to be deprived that way!”

  “Ryan is not a bastard!” she shouted back, yanking herself away. “And don’t you ever think that he’ll be deprived in any way. I did a fine job carrying him and bearing him alone, and I can do just fine raising him alone.”

  He winced as her sudden movement jolted a shaft of pain through his damaged finger, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down and find something soothing to say to her-The door slammed.

  His eyes flew open and he groaned, putting a hand to his throbbing head. She was gone. He could hear her quick, agitated footsteps receding along the hall for a minute, but the room spinning around him claimed his attention and he dropped to his knees on the study floor.

  Guess his timing wasn’t so great. Apparently, Dulcie didn’t see marriage to him as the sensible solution that he thought it was. When he felt better, he’d try to talk to her again. If he ever felt better. Right now, about the only thing he was sure of was that he’d like to detach his head and set it on a shelf for a few days.

  * * *

  She’d have sworn this mattress hadn’t been so lumpy yesterday. Dulcie turned over restlessly once more, resolutely ignoring the glowing numbers of her bedside clock. She already knew it was late.

  For the past several hours, she hadn’t been in this bed, on this ranch.

  No, she’d been several hours and many miles north of here. Once again, with the startling clarity reserved for memories of profound shock, she’d walked into the tiny living room of the Albuquerque apartment she shared with her husband, Lyle. Or at least, it was the home where she’d lived while Lyle was jetting around the country wheeling and dealing the way he insisted a successful businessman had to if he wanted to make it in a competitive market.