Caleb didn’t have a thing for Mandy. Okay, well, he definitely had a thing for her. But the way Danielle put it, it sounded so crass. “How is this any of your business?”

“It’s not. But we have this lawyer-client confidentiality thing going on, so I feel like I can be honest.”

“Go be honest with someone else.”

“Caleb.” Her voice took on a tone of exaggerated patience, and she folded her hands in her lap. “We agreed that the solution was to give your brother back the ranch. I’ve handed it to you on a silver platter. You need to take it.”

“I’m selling it,” he repeated. He held the trump card, because there was nothing she could do to change his mind.

“Why?”

“Because he doesn’t want it, and he’s better off without it.”

“So, you’re doing this for him.”

“Right.”

“Yet, you haven’t spoken to him in ten years.”

“I spoke to him the other day.” And it had been a surreal experience.

The person he’d fought with in Helena had been Reed, only not Reed. The new Reed was a twenty-seven-year-old man, broader and stronger than he’d been as a teenager, self-confident, self-assured. Part of Caleb had wanted to sit down and talk things over with him. And part of Caleb had wanted to throw Mandy over his shoulder and carry her away.

Mandy had said they were just friends. Yet, she stayed behind with Reed.

No, Caleb wasn’t going to go there. Mandy told him she wasn’t romantically involved with Reed, and he was going to believe her. The remaining question was whether she was interested in being romantically involved with Caleb.

Three days ago, he might have said maybe. Today, he’d definitely say no. But what if he went back? What if he treated her properly this time? Was there a chance of something between them?

He’d regretted walking away from her the second his feet hit the pavement in Helena. And he’d regretted it every minute since.

“I’m going to Colorado,” he told Danielle with determination.

She shook her head and leaned back in her seat. “I can’t save you from yourself, Caleb.”


Sitting at his office desk, hitting send on a final email before he headed to the Chicago airport, Caleb heard someone enter through the open door.

He didn’t look up. “Tell the driver I’ll be ten more minutes.”

“You have a driver?” came a deep, male voice.

Caleb turned sharply, swiveling his high-backed, leather chair to face the doorway.

Reed’s large frame nearly filled the entrance. His boots added an inch to his six-foot-three-inch frame, and his midnight-black, Western-cut shirt stretched across his broad shoulders. In the office, he looked even more imposing than he had outside the hotel.

Caleb instantly came to his feet.

Reed didn’t look angry, exactly. But he didn’t look happy, either.

“What are you doing in Chicago?” was the only thing Caleb could think to say. He couldn’t help but wonder if Mandy was with him.

“Wanted to talk to you,” said Reed, taking a few paces into the office.

“Okay,” Caleb offered warily. He’d been feeling off-kilter since he last saw Mandy, and his emotions continued to do crazy things to his logic. He really wasn’t in the mood for a fight.

Reed stepped up to the desk. “Don’t sell the ranch.”

Caleb’s jaw went lax.

“It’s mine,” said Reed.

Caleb didn’t disagree with that. Morally and ethically, the ranch belonged to Reed.

“And I want it,” Reed finished.

“You want it?” Something akin to joy came to life inside Caleb. Which was silly. The ranch wasn’t good for Reed.

“Yes.”

“Just like that.” Caleb snapped his fingers.

Reed’s dark eyes went hard. “No. Not just like that. Just like ten years of sweat and blood and hell.”

“I was going to give you the money.”

“I don’t want the money. I want the land. My land. Our mother’s land.”

Caleb’s heart gave an involuntary squeeze inside his chest.

“Did you forget her great-grandmother was born at Rock Creek?” asked Reed, voice crackling hard. “In that tiny falling- down house next to the waterfall?”

Of course Caleb hadn’t forgotten. His mother had told them that story a hundred times.

“And her grandfather, her father. They’re all buried on the hill, Caleb. You going to sell off our ancestors’ bones?”

“You going to live with the memory of him? ” Caleb blurted out.

“You going to let him defeat us?” Reed squared his shoulders. “He was who he was, Caleb.”

“He killed her.”

“I know. Do you think I don’t know? And I can’t bring her back.” Reed’s voice was shaking with emotion. “But do you know what I can do? What I’m going to do?”

Caleb was too stunned by the stark pain on his brother’s face to even attempt an answer.

“I’m going to have her grandchildren. I’m going to find a nice girl, who loves Lyndon Valley, and I’m going to give her babies, and my first daughter will be named Sasha, and she will be loved, and she will be happy, and I will never, ever, ever let anyone hurt her.”

Caleb’s chest nearly caved in, while his heart stood still.

“Are you going to stand in my way?” Reed demanded, bringing his fist down on the desktop.

“No,” Caleb managed through a dry throat.

“Good.” Reed abruptly sat down and leaned back, crossing one boot over the opposite knee.

Caleb slumped in his chair. “Why didn’t you say all that in the first place?”

“I’ve said it now.”

“You’re going to find a nice girl?” Caleb couldn’t help but ask.

Reed nodded. “I am. A ranch girl. Someone like Mandy.”

Caleb’s spine went stiff, and his hands curled into fists.

Reed chuckled, obviously observing the involuntary reaction. “But not Mandy. Mandy’s yours.”

“No, she’s not.”

“Yeah. She is.” Reed’s tone was gruff, his eyes watchful. “Unless you’re going to cut and run on her, too.”

“I’ve never-”

“She’s in love with you, Caleb. Not that you deserve her.”

Reed had it all wrong.

“No, she’s not. She’s…” Caleb wasn’t sure how to describe it. “Well, ticked off at me for one thing.”

“Because you were such a jerk in Helena?”

“So were you.”

Reed shrugged. “She’ll forgive me in the blink of an eye, once I tell her I’m moving back.”

“I’ll sign it over to you today,” Caleb offered. Now that the decision was made, he felt as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

“What about Mandy?”

“That’s between me and Mandy.”

Caleb’s brain was going off in about a million directions. Was it possible that she loved him? Had she told Reed she loved him? What business did she have loving him? She was a Lyndon Valley woman, and he was a Chicago man. How was that going to work?

“You slept with her, right?”

“None of your damn business.”

“Do you think a woman like Mandy would sleep with just anyone?”

Of course Caleb didn’t think she’d do that. And he couldn’t help remembering how it felt to have her sleeping in his arms, the taste of her lips, the satin of her skin. And he wanted to feel it all again, so very, very badly.

“I thought you were going to take my head off in Helena.” Reed chuckled low. “She had no idea what she did, by the way, telling you she was staying with me.”

Caleb remembered that moment, when she had a choice and she hadn’t picked him. He never wanted to feel that gut-wrenching anguish again. Mandy belonged with him. Not with Reed and not with any other man. Him, and him alone.

“You should go talk to her,” Reed suggested.

“I was going to talk to her. Good grief, can I make at least one decision on my own?”

“Apparently not a good one. When were you going?”

Caleb pasted Reed with a mulish glare. “The jet’s warming up on the tarmac.”

“You have a jet?”

“Yes.”

“Bring a ring.”

Caleb drew back. “Excuse me?”

“You better bring a ring. You’ve been a jerk, and you need to apologize so she’ll forgive you. And that whole thing’s going to go a whole lot smoother with you on one knee.”

“You haven’t spoken to me in ten years, and you come back and the first thing you do is tell me who I should marry?”

“Second thing, technically,” said Reed.

“Where do you get your nerve?”

“I’m bigger than you. I’m stronger than you. And it’s not me who wants you to propose.”

Caleb scoffed out a laugh at that. “It’s not?”

“No. It’s you.”

Caleb stared at Reed, suddenly seeing past everything to the brother that he’d loved, still loved. Because, despite everything that had happened between them, it was still the same Reed. And he was still smart and, in this case, he was also right.

Caleb grinned. “You want to catch a ride back to Lyndon?”


Mandy had sworn to herself she wouldn’t wallow in self-pity. She wouldn’t pine away for Caleb, and she wouldn’t let herself get involved any further in the brothers’ conflict. She was going cold turkey.

Abigail was right. It was none of Mandy’s business. They were grown men, and she had to let it go and let them work it out for themselves. Or not.

When it came down to it, Travis was right, too. Getting involved with Caleb had brought her nothing but heartache. What had she been thinking? That she could spend days and nights with a smart, compelling, exciting, successful man, and her heart wouldn’t become involved.

She ran a curry comb over Ryder’s haunch, dragging the dust out of the gelding’s coat.

It was ironic, really. She’d spent the better part of her life giving advice out to people. She could be quite obnoxiously meddlesome at times. But she was always so certain she was right. She harped on people to take her advice, since she usually had some distance from the problem and a better perspective than the person who was in the thick of it. Yet, when people who loved her gave her perfectly reasonable, logical, realistic advice, she blew them off and did it her own way.

It served her right.

And she was now exactly where she deserved to be, losing Reed as her dear friend and neighbor and desperately missing Caleb. Reed had been right. She loved Caleb. She was madly, desperately in love with a man who’d never again give her the time of day.

If she closed her eyes, she could still feel his arms around her.

“Mandy?” his voice was so real, it startled her.

Her eyes flew open, and she blinked in complete astonishment. “Caleb?”

How could he be standing in her barn?

But he was.

She blinked again.

He was.

“Hello, Mandy.” His tone was gentle. He was wearing a pair of worn blue jeans and a soft flannel shirt, looking completely at home as he slowly walked toward her.

She gripped the top rail of the stall with her leather-gloved hand. “What are you doing here?” she managed.

A slow smile grew on his face as he drew closer under the bright, hanging fluorescent lights. “You want to go to Rio?”

She watched his expression closely. “Is that a joke?”

“I’m completely serious.”

“No. I am not going to Rio with you.” She meant what she said. She was completely done with the Terrells.

He came to a halt a few feet away from her. “You said you would.”

“That was before.”

“Before what?”

Before her plan to fix everything had crashed and burned around her ears. Before she’d learned the truth about herself. Before she’d fallen in love with him and opened herself up to a world of hurt.

“Before we fought,” she said instead.

“We didn’t fight.”

She shot him with a look of disbelief.

“Okay,” he agreed. “We fought. And I’m sorry. I know you were just trying to help.”

She shook her head, rubbing her palms across her cheeks and into her hair, trying to erase the memories. “I meddle. I know I meddle. And I’m the one who’s sorry.”

“I forgive you. Now, come to Rio.”

“No.”

“Come to Rio and marry me.”

“N- What? ”

“I thought…” He moved slowly closer, carefully, as if he was afraid to spook her. “I thought we could fly to Rio, get a manicure, have a blender drink and you could marry me.”

There was a roaring inside her brain while she tried to make sense of his words. “Caleb, what are you trying to-”

He reached out and took her hands. “I’m trying to say that I love you, Mandy. And I like it when you meddle. I especially like it when you meddle with me.”

Her heart paused, then thudded forcefully back to life, singing through her chest.

He loved her? He loved her?

Exhilaration burst through her.

She let out an involuntary squeal and launched herself into his arms. He hugged her tight, lifting her off the ground and spinning her around.