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  “Mom and Dad aren’t exactly dying, are they?” There was no point in discussing all of this now. He wasn’t planning on sticking around for the long term anyway, and six months from now, Dakota might have left Andy and be back home.

  “But think about it,” she pressed. “Dad doesn’t have any cash tucked away. This ranch is the entire inheritance. So, yes, I always wanted to run this place, but what about you? When our father dies—and let’s pray that’s not for a long, long time—do you really want to be cut out of everything?”

  “Of course not.”

  “So how would we split it?” she asked.

  This wasn’t something he wanted to talk about. He’d just had his best friend die in front of him, and he couldn’t grapple with his parents’ eventual passing right now. They’d figure something out, he was sure. He and Dakota had always been close, and he didn’t for a second suspect that she’d try and steal his half of anything.

  “Why are we talking about this?” he asked irritably.

  “The point is,” Dakota said, “that inheritances can be tricky. Andy and Chet had a ranch to split, and their father gave them each half the land.”

  “Sounds fair to me,” Brody muttered.

  “Except Chet was using Andy’s land for pasture. In essence, Andy had nothing. He technically owned land that he couldn’t do anything with.”

  “Then sell to his brother,” Brody said. “That’s what people do.”

  “The developers could give him twice as much as the land was worth,” she said. “And he was faced with a chance to buy a business at the same time. He and Chet had this massive falling out, and Andy sold for twice as much money. If he’d sold to his brother, he’d still owe the bank for his business. He sold to the developers, and he owns his company free and clear.”

  “Your point?” Brody asked testily.

  “I’m saying, Andy isn’t as bad as you think. He and Chet are trying to patch things up, but I can see how complicated one ranch and two heirs can make things.”

  “Tell you what, Dakota,” Brody said with a small smile. “You have my promise that I won’t do anything like that to you.”

  “Dad’ll leave you the land, Brody,” she said simply. “It doesn’t matter what you and I agree to. Legally speaking, you’re going to inherit.”

  “Maybe not,” he said with a frown. He’d always known that his dad intended to leave the ranch to his son, but Dakota was the one who wanted it so badly she could taste it. When Brody up and left for the army, he was pretty sure his dad’s plans would have changed, too.

  “Give Andy a chance,” she said quietly. “He’s a good guy, and he’s paying for our irrigation system.”

  “You sure about that?” Brody wasn’t the kind of man who counted his chickens too early.

  “The money is in my personal bank account,” she said. “We’ll start the installation this spring.”

  That surprised him. He’d expected Andy to make some big promises in order to win the Masons over, but he hadn’t expected him to back it up with cash.

  “Where did he get that kind of money?” he demanded.

  “He’s pretty good at making money,” she said, and he caught the flicker of pleasure in her expression. “His car dealership in Billings is making a steady profit, and he’s done some smart investing.”

  “Okay...” Brody said with a nod, although he felt a twinge of discomfort. “I don’t like taking that kind of cash, though.”

  “You aren’t taking it,” she said with a shrug. “I am. And he’s my husband, so I don’t feel badly at all. So you can stop worrying about that right now.”

  Brody rolled his eyes. She knew him too well, apparently. Sisters had a way of figuring out your buttons quicker than anyone else. A smile crept over Dakota’s face and her eyes glowed in the soft flicker of the firelight.

  “It’s so strange to be over there...working the Granger land like it’s my own.” A guilty look crossed her face. “I worry about Dad over here. I mean, I still help him with a lot, and Chet has sent some ranch hands to pitch in, but it isn’t the same.”

  “He’ll hire more help,” Brody said pragmatically. “Things will pick up.”

  “But you’re back now.” She fixed him with a pleading look.

  And he was supposed to take up where he left off—ranching by his dad’s side. It wasn’t that he didn’t love this land, and it wasn’t that he didn’t love this work, but he and his father had never seen eye-to-eye about anything from politics to animal husbandry.

  “I see where you’re going with this, Dakota, but Dad won’t give an inch on this place. His land, his rules,” Brody retorted. “So I’m supposed to act like a hired hand around here?”

  “No, you’re supposed to act like the guy who’s going to run it after Dad’s too old to do the work.”

  But even when his dad was too old to work, he wouldn’t be too old to complain, and that was part of what Brody had been so keen to escape. Working with his old man had never been part of the plan, no matter how much Brody loved ranching.

  “Just think about it,” Dakota said. “A lot has changed around here. It might be better than you think.”

  Was his sister right, or was she trying to appease her own conscience for getting married to the enemy next door?

  “I’ve got to go work on a tractor,” she said after a moment. “It’s dripping oil something fierce. I’d better get out there.”

  Whose tractor—the Grangers’ or their own? Maybe it didn’t matter as much as he thought. That was his sister, all right, the little grease monkey. If she wasn’t training horses, she was tinkering with engines. Andy had married a very able woman, but he was also getting a woman who could hold her own against an army if necessary. Granger might not know what he was in for, and that little thought was what made him smile to himself. Besides, she also had a big burly brother, who’d already knocked one guy around for treating her badly, and he’d be more than willing to do it again if Andy ever messed up.

  He waved as she headed toward the kitchen and out the back door, leaving Brody in silence. The fire popped and the heat from the glowing wood felt good as it emanated against his bad leg.

  They’d had a ranch hand who used to always sit with one hip toward the fire on cattle drives, and now Brody could understand that. He’d probably be doing the same thing from now on—taking advantage of heat to soothe away some aches and pains—because he couldn’t imagine this leg ever being 100 percent again.

  He pulled out Nina’s envelope and looked down at the crinkled paper. It was addressed to him, care of Kaitlyn. She could have sent it to his house directly, but maybe she didn’t trust that he’d receive it—he no longer knew what lengths his family would go to protect his feelings, as dumb as that was.

  He slipped a finger in the corner and tore the envelope open. There was a single sheet of paper inside, and as he pulled it out, he could see Nina’s back-slanted handwriting. She used to dot all her i’s with hearts when they were dating.

  He could hear her voice in the words, and as his eyes flowed over the familiar script, he paused, the information sinking in and his anger simmering higher. This was the side of the story she hadn’t told anyone, the side of the story she’d kept private. He was glad she’d told him, though. It might sting, but honesty was better.

  Not a single heart-dotted i. She’d done him the favor of not signing her full married name—Nina Dickerson. That would have stung more, even though it was implied. She was sorry, but—it was very much over between them. Maybe he’d been tricking himself thinking that by putting a ring on her finger he’d stay in her mind. That was bitterness talking.

  He tossed the letter toward the fire, and a draft caught it and set it lightly down on the other chair.

  Blast. He was going to burn that letter if it was the last thing he di
d. He closed his eyes as he pushed past the pain and rose to his feet. His crutches were within reach, but right now, he didn’t want to lean on them, he wanted to conquer something—anything!

  He took a step forward, pain searing up from his thigh and into his groin, but he kept moving, thumping heavily back down onto his good leg. He couldn’t put much weight on the bad leg for long, but he was most certainly making progress across the floor toward the other chair.

  He clenched his teeth as he took another step, relieved to find that his head wasn’t swimming the way it had this morning. Maybe it was the fresh medication in his system, but with a couple more steps, he reached the chair and bent just enough to grab the corner of the letter between two fingers. He tossed it toward the fire again, and this time it landed in the coals, and that back-slanted handwriting started to curl and blacken as the paper caught fire.

  Standing there watching it burn, he glanced back at the chair he’d just vacated and realized that he’d walked about five feet on his own without any crutches. He felt a surge of victory. His victories seemed small these days, but he’d take them where he could find them. Kaitlyn would be impressed, too, he realized wryly. When was the last time he’d looked to impress a girl by walking five steps?

  But he was a man who could endure pain and get through it. He’d keep moving forward. That’s what cowboys—and soldiers—did.

  * * *

  THE NEXT MORNING, as Kaitlyn bumped along the gravel road in the family pickup truck, her mind was on that letter. When she’d given it to him, she’d been relieved to relinquish responsibility and put it right back where it belonged—on Nina’s shoulders—but things felt different with some time to think. They’d all spent so much emotional energy trying to protect Brody that it was hard to stop now that he was home again.

  “Nina has a good heart,” her father told her that morning. “Don’t be too hard on her. At least they weren’t married yet.”

  Her father had always gone easy on Nina, as if life for a knockout beauty was somehow harder than it was for the rest of them. But as a father, Ron Harpe erred on the side of tolerance. Kaitlyn was pretty sure he still thought of Nina as a girl in pigtails—whether that was good for his daughter or not.

  “We were going to keep the secret until he got back,” her father reminded her. “And now he’s back. He’s a grown man, sweetheart. Quit babying him.”

  Her father had a point, but despite those bulging muscles and steely gaze, Brody was still fragile. He’d been through a lot. He’d nearly died out there, and he’d had some ugly surprises upon returning home. Her father saw the grown man, but she saw the vulnerable war vet. She could only hope she hadn’t made things worse. Nina’s conscience could have waited, for all Kaitlyn was concerned, but the deed was done.

  Kaitlyn pulled up the drive and parked. When she arrived at the side door, she found the screen shut but the main door open and Mrs. Mason pulling on her gum boots. She tugged a hand through her graying frizzy hair and reached for a pair of work gloves.

  “Good morning,” Kaitlyn said.

  “Morning. I’m just heading out to check on a sick cow. Sorry for the rush.” She shot Kaitlyn a smile. Millie Mason was looking decidedly more relaxed now that her son was back from Afghanistan, and her eyes had a new sparkle. None of this had been ideal, but one mother’s heart was very full.

  “No problem.” Kaitlyn stood back as the older woman pushed open the screen and slipped past her onto the step. The air outside was cold, and the snow had a thick crust over it.

  “Your patient is already up, too,” Millie said with a smile. “You’ll see! Oh, and I didn’t get breakfast made, so...”

  So it would be on Kaitlyn to feed Brody. That wasn’t a big deal. Unlike Nina, Kaitlyn knew how to cook. She waved to Millie, then stepped into the warmth inside. She started when she saw Brody standing at the fridge. He had only one crutch tucked under his arm, and he glanced back at her with a slightly smug look on his face.

  “Look at you!” she exclaimed, pulling off her gloves and jacket. “How much is this hurting?”

  “Like hell,” Brody said with a tight smile. “But it’s worth it. I’m making breakfast. What do you want?”

  “I don’t want you landing in my breakfast,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “I’ll get it.”

  “Have I shown off enough?” he asked, then hobbled toward the table and sank into a chair. He looked a little wan, the pain probably near unbearable levels, but he was trying—really trying—and she felt a wave of tenderness. The same old Brody. That was why it was so easy to fall for him. He was so strong and sweet, but with a core of steel. Brody never gave up—not once he was focused on something...or someone. Kaitlyn had never been lucky enough to garner his focus.

  “Very impressive. Now stay down.” She opened the fridge, her gaze falling on a bowl of different-sized fresh eggs on the second shelf. They’d be from the Masons’ chickens out back. “How about eggs?”

  “Sure.” Brody twisted around, his dark gaze following her as she moved about the kitchen. Heat rose in her face at his scrutiny.

  “Have you taken any new pain meds this morning?” she asked by way of distracting him. “Keep in mind that I count the pills.”

  Brody arched an eyebrow. “You think I’d lie to you?”

  No, she didn’t. Brody had always been the honorable type, but pain medication addiction was relatively common for injuries this severe, and Brody’s pain wasn’t only physical. He’d been through the wringer since he got back—and she also felt more in control as the nurse than she did as the friend.

  “Any new pain meds?” she repeated, shooting him a no-nonsense look.

  “No, ma’am,” he replied with a teasing smile. “You’ve gotten bossier.”

  If she didn’t look at him, if she just listened to the tone of his voice and the silly banter, it was possible to imagine that no time had passed, and that Brody was the same muscle-bound cowboy he’d always been.

  “No, I haven’t.” She cracked four eggs into a bowl and started to whisk them together into a creamy froth. “I just have reason to focus it all on you. Aren’t you lucky?”

  Brody rewarded her with a chuckle.

  “Look, Brody, I felt a little bad about dumping that letter on you.”

  “I read it.”

  She glanced back to find his gaze still focused on her. He raised an eyebrow.

  “Curious as to what she said?”

  “Yes,” she admitted.

  “Brian got her pregnant.”

  It took a moment for his words to sink in, and when they did, Kaitlyn frowned. “What?”

  “And she’s very sorry, and all that,” Brody said drily. “Awfully apologetic. And pregnant.”

  Pregnant! That would explain the quick wedding. They’d all begged them to hold off and wait a little bit, but Nina wouldn’t hear of it. She was getting married immediately, and everyone had to scramble to try and keep the news as quiet as possible, and to call everyone who had any immediate knowledge to warn them from letting Brody know. If Nina had just waited, it would have been so much less complicated, but now she understood the pressure.

  “Wow.” Kaitlyn shook her head slowly. “She didn’t tell me.”

  “She said she hadn’t told anyone yet,” Brody said. “But I’m in no mood to keep secrets. There’ve been enough of those.”

  “How far along is she?” Kaitlyn asked.

  “She said she’s due in May.”

  Kaitlyn did the mental math... Nina was five months pregnant? But then, she hadn’t seen her sister since the wedding.

  “Brody, I’m so sorry.” She didn’t know what else to say.

  “For what?” he asked bitterly. “You didn’t do it.”

  She knew that, but she could only imagine how much this would hurt Brody. His fiancé
e and his best friend were having a baby together.

  “You deserve better.”

  She meant that more deeply than Brody probably knew. She hadn’t blamed him for falling in love with her sister, because everyone did eventually. Nina was gorgeous. One look at her, and men’s minds scrambled like farm-fresh eggs. So if he’d wanted to devote his life to a beautiful wife, she couldn’t blame him, but he deserved someone who would make him a birthday cake, even if it tasted terrible—and with Nina’s cooking, it most certainly would. He deserved someone who’d be excited enough to go out with him that she’d be at least close to ready by the time he arrived to pick her up, instead of leaving him in the kitchen for an hour with her nonthreatening younger sister. And at the very least, he deserved someone who would wait for him while he fought overseas.

  “Ever wonder what their childhood Valentines would have said?” he asked bitterly. “Maybe they’d be the secret Valentines—the little girl in a short dress with her finger to her lips. Shh.”

  Their old game had taken on a sadder, more bitter tone, and she didn’t know how to answer that. A couple of beats of silence stretched between them.

  “I want to go see my horse today,” Brody said, then jutted his chin toward the stove. “That pan’s hot.”

  Kaitlyn startled when she saw the smoking pan. She dropped a pat of butter into the center and swirled it around. She was still stunned by the news of her sister’s pregnancy, but Brody seemed to be off it already...and he wanted to go to the barn.

  “The barn is pretty far,” she said.

  “You can drive me.”

  “You’re making really great progress,” she said, dumping the egg mixture into the pan with a sizzle. Then she looked back at him. “But that’s still a long way out. If you’re in pain, a bumpy ride on a dirt road is going to be agony.”

  Brody looked away, toward the kitchen window, and for a moment she thought he’d accepted her point. Why would he want to put himself through that? Did Nina’s confession have anything to do with this?

  “I’ll put it this way,” he said slowly. “I’m going to the barn today. You can come along if you want.”