His father pulled at his coat sleeve. “So you just tie her up? You don’t date her?”

Stef’s back was suddenly ramrod straight as his eyes found her.

She was sitting at the bar with Callie on her right, accepting a glass from Zane. That wasn’t what had his back up. It was the cowboy sitting beside her, his hand possessively resting on her back, mere inches from her perfect ass.

James Glen. He was a rancher who had inherited an enormous spread from his father a few years back. He was twenty-five and a known playboy. He was smiling at Jennifer and leaning in like they were having an intimate conversation. He was tall, dark, and, to Stef’s mind, very much the asshole since he was busy trying to horn in on another man’s woman.

Damn it, he couldn’t think that way. Except that she was his. He’d signed a bunch of paperwork making him responsible for her. Yeah.

She was his. He just didn’t love her, and she wouldn’t be his forever.

He should remember that.

“Stefan,” Sebastian said, his impatience obvious in the tone of his voice. “I asked you a question. I’m trying very hard to understand this lifestyle you seem to have chosen.”

“It isn’t a lifestyle. It’s just who I am, and it’s private,” Stef said on a low growl.

“But I’m your father.”

“No, you are the one who provided the male portion of the DNA that created me.” Stef couldn’t quite keep the cruelty out of his voice.

“Mel was the one who taught me how to shoot a gun, and he was the one who told me about sex. Do you have any idea how difficult a conversation that was? He’s legally insane, but he did it. Stella made sure I had lunch on the weekends when the nanny took off and didn’t bother to bring in a replacement. Callie’s mom took me to the doctor when I was sick. You are not my father, and you have no place in my life. So back off.”

He stalked off. He didn’t look back because he was sure of what he would see. His father’s illness seemed to have brought on some need to bond with the child he’d left behind, but Stef didn’t have the time or patience to deal with him right now. His father had been sick, and he hadn’t bothered to tell him. Why should it mean anything at all to him? His father obviously didn’t need him in any way that counted.

His stomach was in knots. His hands were shaking with the force of his rage.

She thought she could ignore him?

He’d been the one to get her out of jail. He’d been the one to move heaven and fucking earth to get her out of that hellhole, and she was flirting with James Glen, who couldn’t tell a Klimt from a Jasper Johns because he spent all of his time knee-deep in cow crap. He had no interest in who Jennifer Waters was as a person or an artist. He liked her tits, and she was smiling at him. She was giving him her softness.

Stef pushed through the crowded bar. He plowed his way through the tourists and locals who called out his name. His vision tunneled down to just Jennifer. Her generous lips opened, and another long, sexy laugh came out of her throat. She put a hand on James Glen’s forearm as she said something low and seductive.

“Stef, are you okay?” Callie asked.

He barely heard her. He did catch Zane’s smirk.

“No fighting in my bar, Talbot,” Zane ordered.

He’d paid for the damn bar. He should be able to do what he wanted in it. And what he wanted to do was fuck up James Glen’s unlined, pretty-boy face.

“Hey, Glen, you want to move your hand off the girl’s ass?” Stef heard the challenge in his voice. He felt his every muscle go hard and his heart start to pound. Why was he doing this? His rational brain knew he needed a bit of distance between himself and the way-too-young-to-ever-settle-down girl, but the caveman in him wanted that fucker’s hand off his woman’s ass.

James Glen turned, his Stetson moving as though it always sat on his head. “You got a problem, Talbot? I was just welcoming a friend back into town.”

“You bet I have a problem,” Stef spat.

Jen looked back at him. “What’s wrong with…” She stopped, and a little smile curled on her lips. She forcibly removed James Glen’s hand from her waist. Her smile was wry as she looked back at him.

“Better, babe?”

The endearment did weird things to his heart. It was a term for equals, for partners. He shouldn’t take it seriously. “You need to come home with me. You’ve had a rough day.”

“Yes, I have. I could probably use a little stress relief,” she said as she brought the wineglass to her lips. “Can you think of anything that might help?”

His cock stuck up her ass? That might help. His cock fucking her tight little asshole would relieve an enormous amount of his stress.

Just like that, he was hard and ready to fuck. Damn, he was glad he’d left his coat on. He grasped on to the only non-sexual thing he could think to say.

“You stole my snowmobile.”

Callie laughed. “That’s so lame, Stef. And it was me. I stole the snowmobile. I hate driving that damn SUV of Zane’s. It’s like he has to prove how big his penis is. It’s unwieldy.”

“The SUV. Not my dick, that’s completely wieldy. I wield it often and totally in her direction,” Zane said with a grin.

“Are you going to arrest me?” Jen asked with a laugh. “Because I think I’ll appreciate Bliss County Jail way more than where I woke up this morning. Zane was telling me Nate’s new admin, Hope, takes food orders for the poor people Nate tosses in there.”

“Stella and I split it,” Zane explained. “She takes the lunch orders, and I get anything after 7:00 p.m. You would be surprised what some really well-made fries can do to liven up a prisoner’s day. I make sure they’re hand cut. I figure if I feed ’em properly, maybe they won’t sue Nate. So far we’re good.”

Jen shook her head. “See, this is why I love small towns. No one offered me fries in the Dallas lockup. Though I did get a thorough body cavity search from a woman named Mildred.”

“That must have been horrible for you, darlin’,” James said, his hand stroking hers.

Stef felt his blood flare, but Jen moved his hand off her wrist.

“That’s sweet, James, but seriously, I belong to him. He might be too dumb to admit it, but he’ll do that thing where he starts a fight, and he’ll probably get his ass kicked, and then I have to listen to him whine.”

“I don’t whine.” What the hell was happening? He’d expected her to spit bile his way, not sweetly tell everyone she belonged to him.

Because she didn’t.

“That’s not what Max says,” Jen replied. “Max says you whine every time he kicks your ass.”

“Max lies,” Stef said. “And he doesn’t kick my ass. I hold my own. I have since we were kids. Let’s go home.” She hopped off the barstool. “Okay.”

Just like that? Where was the catch? She’d been the brattiest thing he’d ever met for a year and a half. Now she walked to him, placing her hand in his and turning her perfectly serene face up. Stef was at a loss. Did he just lead her out?

“Should we get your dad?” Jen asked, her hand squeezing his when she said the word “dad” as though she knew how conflicted he was and offered her support.

He found his fingers lacing through hers. “I left him in the front.” Her eyes scanned behind him. “Well, now he’s sitting at a table with Hiram and Stella.”

Stef turned and saw that his father was laughing, his head thrown back, his face more open than he could ever remember it.

“You’re going to have to talk to him, you know,” Jen said, her eyes narrowing in obvious concern.

“Why?” He didn’t have to do anything. As far as he could see, he didn’t have anything to say to his father.

“Because it’s the right thing to do.” She started walking, her hands still laced in his, forcing him to follow. “Leave him the keys. We can drive the snowmobile back. Somehow I think someone will take Callie home.”

She took the lead, pressing through the crowd, holding on to him.

She stopped in front of the table where the mayor of Bliss sat holding court with some of the town’s older residents.

“Good evening, Sebastian,” Jen said with a sunny smile on her face.

His father’s smile was slightly tight, as though he didn’t approve.

“Jennifer.”

If it bothered Jennifer, she didn’t show it. “Please, only Stef ever calls me Jennifer. My friends call me Jen.” One eyebrow cocked up. “Stefan isn’t your friend?” Her hand squeezed his as she replied with a little laugh. “Stef is just a complete coward. Calling me Jennifer is his way of distancing himself. You’ll note he doesn’t run around calling Max Maxwell or Rye Ryan. It’s okay. We’re going to work on the problem.”

“Jennifer.” He bit out her name between clenched teeth. She was pushing him. Why?

Her hand came up and rubbed across his chest. “It’s all right. No one thinks less of you, Stef. Everyone gets scared. Now, give your dad the keys, and I’ll get my coat and meet you outside.” She released his hand and strode off toward the front of the tavern.

Coward? She’d called him a coward, in front of his father.

“Now, Stef, you need to take a break and think about what you’re going to do next,” Stella said sternly.

“I’m going to blister her backside. That’s what I’m going to do.” Stella’s relief was obvious in the relaxed line of her mouth. “Oh, good. I thought you were going to do something stupid.”

“Stella, how can you say that?” Sebastian slapped a palm on the table. “I might not like the girl, but I certainly don’t want my son to inflict injury on her.”

Stella’s eyes rolled. “You’ve turned into an old man. Stef, don’t listen to him. I knew your father when he was younger. He wasn’t always a dried-up old prude. And listen here, Sebastian. That girl is the best thing to ever happen to your son, and one day he’ll wake up and see it. Maybe, if he’s smarter than his father, he’ll reach out and grab her. Maybe he won’t wait twenty years, because let me tell you, if he does, she won’t be sitting around waiting for him.” Stella pushed out of the booth and strode away. Stef could have sworn he saw tears in her eyes. The crowd swallowed her up.

Hiram put a wrinkled hand on Sebastian’s shoulder. “That was to be expected. Let’s have a beer. I’ve missed you, old friend. Let me tell you about all the craziness around here. These young folks are very entertaining.”

Stef shook his head and turned from the sight of his father and the elderly mayor of Bliss. It struck him suddenly that his father had a life here at one time. He’d lived here and built the manor house and the guesthouse. He’d been a part of Bliss. He’d seemed happy here and always spoke of it with an obvious fondness. Why had he left?

Because people left. That was what they did. His mother had left.

His father had left. Jennifer had left. People picked up and left when he became difficult, and he couldn’t quite figure out how to not be difficult.

He didn’t like the direction of his thoughts. It made his stomach twist and turn. It was easier to focus on the fact that Jennifer had defied direct orders. He was responsible for her. He’d signed papers that made him accountable for her behavior. She’d been in jail. She’d left Bliss, and not six months later she was involved with some very unsavory people. The minute she got back, she started looking for more unsavory people. Stef pushed his way through the crowd, scowling at anyone in his way. He was satisfied with the way they started to make room for him, as though no one wanted to get too close. He found her at the door, talking to Logan Green, Nate’s deputy sheriff. She laughed at something he said and gave him a big hug that seemed like it lasted far too long. Logan was about Jennifer’s age, just a tiny bit younger. He was far more suitable for her than a thirty-two-year-old man.

“Beat it, Logan,” Stef growled as he got close enough to be heard.

His dick didn’t care who was more age appropriate. “Go find Hope and bug her.”

Hope was the new receptionist at the Sheriff’s Office. Logan spent an enormous amount of his time flirting with the slightly older woman.

Logan’s eyes flared briefly, but he obviously got the point. He headed straight to the bar.

“Very friendly, Stef,” Jen said, shaking her head at him.

A nasty little impulse clutched his gut. He took Jennifer by the arm and led her down the narrow hallway toward the small office Zane kept.

“Hey, I thought we were heading home,” she protested as she struggled to keep up with him.

“I have a few things to say to you,” he ground out. He punched in the code for the door and the lock gave way. It was a good thing Zane was so predictable. Callie’s birthday was something he knew by heart.