Roughneck Cowboy. Marin Thomas

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      “Nope. I don’t even have a mom.” Charlie shrugged. “My dad said she ran away after I was born.”

      Dominick’s dark eyebrows arched. Travis made no excuses for being truthful with his daughter. He wished more than ever his own mother had been truthful with him.

      “Is Julie ever gonna be my mom?” Charlie always referred to her mother by first name. Travis assumed it was only natural, since she didn’t remember Julie.

      “I don’t know, Charlie.”

      “That’s okay. At least I got a dad and you always come back when your job gets over.” Charlie’s smile zapped Travis’s heart. He couldn’t remember the last time his daughter had said something so nice to him.

      “That’s right, kiddo. I always come back.”

      “What kind of work do you do?” Dominick asked.

      “My dad works on a big—” Charlie raised her arms above her head “—oil rig in the ocean.”

      For the first time since Travis had entered the kitchen, Dominick’s expression lightened. “What rig?”

      “Exxon Mobil Hoover Diana.”

      His father nodded as if he knew the exact location and history of the oil platform. “What’s your position-rig manager?”

      Yeah, sure. He needed a college degree to run an oil rig.

      Travis didn’t mention that he was up for a promotion following his leave of absence from the rig. After a few false starts with his career, he’d begun taking his job seriously. His dedication had paid off. The rig manager had rewarded his strong work ethic by assigning tasks outside a roughneck’s general duties. Travis had learned more about operating a rig in the past two years than he had in all his years working for oil companies. “I’m a roughneck.”

      The light fizzled from Dominick’s eyes. “Everyone has to work their way up the ladder.”

      Travis’s gut tightened. He shouldn’t care if Dominick was disappointed that his long-lost son was a lowly deckhand. What had the old man expected when Travis had been raised by a single mother who’d barely managed to make ends meet? Unlike Matt, Samantha and Duke, Travis hadn’t lived a privileged life.

      “How long have you worked on rigs?” Dominick asked.

      “Nine years.”

      His father’s eyes rounded.

      Travis had been young and rebellious his first few years in the business. He’d been put on probation twice and fired once. Like a lot of young hotheads without male role models in their lives, it had taken longer for Travis to settle down.

      “So your grandmother took care of you while your dad worked?” Dominick’s voice shook when he asked Charlie the question. Travis wondered if the emotion was fueled by anger or sadness.

      “Grandma was the best, but she’s in heaven now. She’s one of God’s angels.” Charlie tugged Travis’s shirtsleeve. “Can I go visit Fred?”

      “Who’s Fred?”

      “Grandpa’s old dog. He slept with us in the bunkhouse. He’s got ’thritus, right, Grandpa?”

      “Arthritis,” Dominick clarified, then fired off another question at his granddaughter. “How old are you?”

      “Eight. I’m in second grade and my birthday’s March 25th.”

      “You’re awfully small for an eight-year-old. Do you drink enough milk?”

      “I don’t know. Do I, Dad?” Charlie asked.

      “Plenty.” Then Travis added for his father’s benefit, “Charlie’s mother is a petite woman.”

      “What’s petite?” Charlie asked.

      “Little, like you,” Travis answered.

      “Julie’s really pretty. Dad’s got lots of pictures of her.”

      Lots equated to a half-dozen snapshots he’d taken of Julie when they’d first begun dating. He’d kept the photos for Charlie’s sake—and to remind himself that pretty blondes were a waste of time.

      “Brush your teeth before you play with the dog,” Travis said. A few weeks ago, he’d caught Charlie licking a dab of paste from the tube instead of using her toothbrush. Now he checked the bristles to make sure they were wet. She’d yet to figure out how he knew when she hadn’t brushed her teeth.

      “I’ll brush ’em later.”

      “Now.” He and his daughter engaged in a staredown. After several seconds, Charlie stomped out of the room.

      “Spirited young gal,” Dominick said.

      “I’d like to speak with you in private about Charlie before we leave.”

      “You’re leaving?”

      Had Dominick forgotten his rude behavior the previous night when he’d slammed his office door in Travis’s face? “It’s obvious you don’t want us here.” No sense beating around the bush.

      “I don’t like surprises.”

      Travis caught a glimpse of fear in his father’s eyes. What did the old man have to be afraid of?

      “I’d like you and Charlotte to spend Thanksgiving with the family.”

      Travis wasn’t used to being around a big family. Samantha seemed nice enough, but Matt and Duke had kept their distance the previous night. He’d rather settle his business with Dominick and leave.

      Before Travis found a way to turn down the invitation, Dominick asked, “Do you have other plans for the holiday?”

      “No.”

      “Then it’s settled. You and Charlotte will stay here.” Dominick set his coffee cup in the sink, then lifted his coat from a hook by the back door. “Tell Charlotte I’ll be in the barn, waiting for her.”

      As Travis gathered the dirty dishes, he didn’t know whether to be relieved or worried that Dominick had insisted he and Charlie remain at the Lazy River awhile longer. He wanted to learn what had gone wrong between his parents, but feared his mother would be made out to be the villain.

      Charlie raced into the kitchen, shoving her arms into her jacket sleeves. “Where’s Grandpa?”

      “Waiting for you in the barn.”

      His daughter dashed outside.

      A knock sounded at the door just as Travis had finished loading the dishwasher. The schoolteacher stood on the porch. Her eyes widened when their gazes connected.

      “I can’t believe I didn’t notice the resemblance before now.”

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