Wild West Christmas: A Family for the Rancher / Dance with a Cowboy / Christmas in Smoke River. Kathryn Albright

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      “But I thought...” Her words trailed off.

      “No. Not mine. That’s why they can’t stay. I don’t have permission to have children here, and even if I got it, I’ll not have them living in a bunkhouse, eating beans and bacon. No school out here and no other kids, just work—hard work.”

      “I see.” Alice slipped her arms from her sleeves and extended one hand to him, clasping his wrist. “I’ve misjudged you.”

      Yes, he knew she had. He didn’t know which was worse, having her think he didn’t want his own kin or having her realize he was unable to care for them.

      “I’m sorry, Alice. I’m no further ahead than when I left you. I just can’t seem to get a foothold.”

      “I’m sure it must be difficult, all on your own.”

      Difficult didn’t begin to cover it. But he had his pride and would not detail his various financial failures.

      “You know, my father was the son of a brewer. He comes from simple roots.”

      What he knew was that her father was one of the most accomplished and sought-after physicians in Omaha.

      “When my mother chose my father, my grandfather was less than pleased with her selection. You see, my father didn’t have his license then, just ambitions and intelligence. But she knew what he could become, and she married him against their wishes. It was only after my brother was born that my grandfather relented, paying for my father’s schooling. After my father passed the boards, my mother brought him his first patients. You see?”

      Dillen had a hard time thinking when she touched him, but he could not understand what the devil she was talking about.

      “I don’t follow.”

      “I’m just saying that sometimes a man needs help to establish that foothold.”

      His expression went sour.

      “There is no shame in asking for help.”

      “There is nothing but shame in it. You don’t know me at all.” He stared at her wide-eyed confusion. How could he make her understand? “I don’t take handouts.”

      Alice felt his arm tense and slid her hand down until she clasped his.

      “But we are not discussing you. We are discussing what is best for the boys. Perhaps you could wire Mr. Harvey and explain the changes in your domestic responsibilities. He might very well let you occupy this house until he returns.”

      Dillen chewed on that for a moment. A rich woman would think nothing of such a request. But Mr. Harvey was his employer, not his friend or his social equal. But Harvey was also a father. He might allow it, and Dillen could assure him that he’d take the best of care of this place and secure a new arrangement for his family, God knew what, before his boss’s arrival. He let the possibility glimmer before him like moonlight on calm waters before the problems rushed in.

      “Do it for their sakes, Dillen,” she whispered, and his pride melted away. He glanced to the boys, standing side by side, hands clasped, staring up at the buffalo head mounted above the mantel. He looked to Alice, dropping his voice.

      “Even if he went for that, I can’t watch over them. I got work and they need tending.”

      “So your trouble is not a lack of wanting these boys, but a fear that you are not up to the task?”

      He stared at her as he wrestled with the truth. “I want them.”

      Alice smiled. “This is a great relief to me.”

      “A relief? How do you figure?”

      “Well, for a time there, I feared you did not want them and that you were avoiding us.”

      “Amounts to the same thing.”

      “Would you be willing to ask Mr. Harvey’s permission?”

      “Alice...the boys are young. Wanting them isn’t enough. They need a mother.”

      Her eyes twinkled in a way that he recalled, and he found himself staring at her mouth again.

      “If it would be of assistance, I could stay for a few weeks, help you and the boys adjust to a new situation. But I must be home with my family for Christmas Eve.”

      Dillen drew back his hand and shoved it in his pocket. “No.”

      She gave an exasperated sigh and flapped her arms. “Why not?”

      He gave a harsh laugh and met her narrowing green eyes. Still, he told her the truth.

      “Alice, you can’t run a household.”

      “And why, pray tell, would you reach that conclusion?”

      He knew he should hold back, but he didn’t, just charged ahead like the damned fool he was. “You’ve been pampered and coddled your whole life. You’ve never rubbed your knuckles raw on a washboard. Why, you don’t know the first thing about raising two boys.”

      “I seemed to have managed until now.”

      “I’m not talking about ordering room service or tucking up at a table when you are called to tea. I’m talking about real work. The kind you’ve never done. You walk around in that armor.” He motioned to her mink coat and hat and the elegant dress he glimpsed beneath. “You wear gold rings on your fingers and tortoise combs in your hair. What do you know about work?”

      “I know how to run a household, Mr. Roach.”

      “You know how to manage a household, not run one. There are no servants here.”

      “As I am quite aware.” Her face was now flushed and her eyes glimmered as she took up the challenge. She actually raised her voice, remembered herself and lowered it to a rasping whisper, which made him straighten up and take notice. “I may lack experience, but I am here and offering you aid. If you won’t allow me to help you, then please consider what is best for them.” She motioned to Colin and Cody, both now studying the stuffed head of a pronghorn antelope mounted between the front windows.

      Dillen followed the direction of her gaze and felt his conviction waver. “I can see to these boys and run this house,” she assured.

      “It won’t work,” he said, but his words now lacked conviction.

      She stared at him, taking his measure and, no doubt, finding him lacking. “You won’t know unless you try. I can stay here for three weeks. That will give you time to become acquainted, time for them to become familiar with you and time for you to see if this will work or if they would be better off elsewhere.”

      He met the accusation in her gaze. “Aunt Alma, for instance?”

      She blew out her breath like a dragon spewing fire. “Ben’s only living relation is the sister-in-law of his grandfather and her name is Ella McCrery. Ella. СКАЧАТЬ