The Cowboy's Secret Son. Trish Milburn

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       “No, Nathan. I just…please, I want him to have a good time here. He’s been looking forward to this so much.”

       “And you think if you tell him I’m his daddy that it’ll ruin his camping experience?” Such bitterness laced his every word.

       “No. I don’t know. Can we please just give it a few days, let him get settled?” And maybe by then Nathan would have calmed down enough to see her side of things, that stability was the best thing for Evan as he grew up.

       Wouldn’t having a father be the best thing?

       She told the voice in her head to shut up, that she knew what she was doing.

       Nathan stared at the kids emerging from the barn, Evan among them.

       “Nathan?” Grace held her breath as Evan got closer, as he broke away from the others and ran toward her and Nathan.

       “Mom, guess what!”

       Grace hesitated in responding. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Nathan, silently pleading with him to keep their secret, at least for now.

       “I’ll see you two at dinner,” Nathan said, then stalked away.

       Grace let out a sigh of relief. She didn’t know how long he’d keep quiet, but for now she could breathe again. At least as much as she was able to watching the best-looking man she’d ever seen walk away from her. If she’d known the grown-up Nathan could make her heart somersault the way the teenage Nathan had, she wasn’t sure if she would have had the willpower to come back to Blue Falls.

       She felt the first chink in the armor around her heart fall away.

      NATHAN TRIED NOT TO stare. Not at Grace, with whom he was equal parts angry and, damn it, fascinated. She was so different from the girl he’d known.

       And not at Evan, his son. Every time he thought about it, his knees grew weak.

       He kept glancing over to where they sat at one of the picnic tables, talking to another of the mothers and the little girl in the pink cowgirl getup. When he noticed Grace laughing at something, he couldn’t look away. How could she laugh after what she’d kept from him? After all she’d been through?

       That same rush of hot anger he’d felt when she’d told him about how her mother had given away Evan surged through him again. He might be furious at Grace for stealing the first years of his son’s life from him, but at least she hadn’t tossed Evan away like garbage. His hands clenched into fists. He’d known her parents were strict, odd even, but he’d never imagined they were capable of such cruelty.

       Part of him understood why Grace had made the decisions she had, but part of him couldn’t get past that she hadn’t even tried to tell him about Evan. She’d lost eight months with Evan, but he’d been cheated out of six years with his son. He didn’t know if he could forgive her for that.

       He noticed his mother making her way through the crowd, stopping to chat with their guests for the week as well as Trudy, the ranch’s longtime cook. Grudgingly willing to keep Grace’s secret for the time being, until he could figure out how to change her mind and make sure she didn’t flee with Evan, he shifted his attention away from her and began filling a plate for himself. Not that he was going to be able to even taste the barbecue, baked beans or potato salad. He doubted even the apple pie would make an impression today.

       He knew he should mingle, go and sit with the guests, but he just couldn’t handle that right now. Truth be told, he wished he could send them all home and concentrate on more important matters, like convincing Grace that Evan deserved to know his father. That she couldn’t parade his son in front of his nose and expect him not to say anything. He just had to convince her that he wasn’t going to take Evan away from her.

       His mom, now with a full plate of her own, sat beside him. He forced himself to concentrate on his food.

       “Pretty nice group of folks,” his mom said as she scooped up a forkful of potato salad.

       “Yeah, seem to be.”

       “Was a surprise to see Grace.”

       Man, don’t go down this road. “Yeah. Said her boy likes cowboys a lot.” He forced himself not to look their direction.

       They were silent for a few moments while they both ate, but he gradually became aware of something in the air, an awareness akin to the stillness before a storm.

       “I have a grandson, don’t I?”

       Nathan let his fork drop the short distance to his plate, and he pushed it all away. He couldn’t meet his mother’s eyes, wasn’t sure he wanted to know what she thought of him and this situation.

       “Yes, but don’t say anything. Grace wants to…keep it quiet for now.”

       “Not tell him?”

       He still didn’t agree with Grace and part of him wanted to scream at her, but he found himself hiding those feelings from his mother. “She’s afraid he’s too young.”

       “I don’t understand. Why bring him here then?”

       He lost the fight and let his eyes drift toward Grace and Evan again. “She wants to make sure Evan has somewhere to go if anything ever happens to her. And she doesn’t want him going to her family.”

       “She’s broken away from them?”

       “More like they tossed her out on her butt.”

       “That’s sad.”

       He watched Grace and tried to put himself in her teenage shoes. Imagined how frightened she’d been that day, standing on her parents’ porch, knowing she was totally on her own with nothing. “It’s more than sad. She’s been through a lot.”

       “And yet you’re mad at her.”

       “Yes.”

       “Understandable, on both sides.”

       He glanced at his mother then, and she met his gaze.

       “Her family was a real piece of work,” she said. “I hate that she was hurt in the process, but I’m glad she’s free of them.”

       “She said it felt like they’d brainwashed her.”

       “Of that I have no doubt.”

       “They made her afraid to tell me.” Of course, his actions hadn’t helped matters any, but he couldn’t tell his mother how big of an ass he’d been in the days after he’d gotten a bit too tipsy at Blake Chester’s party and taken Grace to bed.

       “Then you’ll just have to convince her there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

       “Easier said than done.”

       “Things worth having are rarely easy.”

       A few more silent moments passed as he tried to figure out how to approach Grace, Evan, the entire situation.

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