Natural Born Daddy. Sherryl Woods

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      “A lot of nonsense, if you ask me.” He grinned. “Leastways, that’s what I tell Cody. Keeps him on his toes.”

      The youngest of the Adams brothers, Cody was the one who’d fought hardest for his place as the head of the White Pines ranching operation. Harlan had pushed just as hard to get him to leave and strike out on his own. Now there was little question in anyone’s mind that Cody was as integral to the family business as his father was.

      “One of these days the two of you are going to butt heads once too often,” Jordan warned his father.

      “Not a chance,” Harlan said with evident pride. “That boy’s stubborn as a mule. Might even be worse than you or Lucas and he’s a danged sight ornerier than Erik.”

      He sounded downright happy about his youngest’s muleheadedness. He studied Jordan over the rim of his coffee cup. “You never did say what brought you home.”

      “No,” Jordan said firmly. “I didn’t.”

      “Wouldn’t have anything to do with that Flint woman, would it?”

      Jordan’s head snapped up and he stared at his father. “Why would you ask that?”

      “Because you make a beeline for that ranch every time you drive into the county. Can’t be sleeping with her, since you do wind up in your own bed here at night.”

      Jordan’s jaw tightened at the too personal observation. “My sleeping arrangements are none of your concern. Besides, Kelly and I are just friends. She’s had a rough time of it these past couple of years. I try to look in on her every once in a while to make sure she’s okay.” At least, that had been his motivation until last night’s visit.

      His father nodded. “She’s getting that place of hers on its feet, though. She’s got a lot of gumption and that girl of hers is a real little dickens. She called here last night to see if you’d asked yet about whether we want a kitten.”

      Despite his annoyance with his father, Jordan couldn’t help chuckling at Dani’s persistence. The remark was also proof that his father had known he was back in town and had also known exactly where he was the night before. All the questions had been designed just to needle him.

      “Did you agree to take one?” he asked, referring to the kittens Dani hadn’t trusted him to save.

      “How could I say no? The child was worried sick about her mother drowning them all in the creek. She mentioned that you’d reassured her that wouldn’t happen, but she wasn’t taking any chances.” He eyed Jordan speculatively. “Does that pitiful excuse for a father of hers get by much?”

      Jordan wasn’t surprised that his father knew the whole ugly story. It was hardly a secret, but even if it had been, Harlan made it his business to know about the folks around him, including those on neighboring ranches. He was even more persistent when it came to the women in his sons’ lives.

      “Not that I’m aware of,” he told his father.

      “Can’t understand a man who wouldn’t be proud to call a little one like that his own.”

      “Neither can I,” Jordan said grimly. He’d expressed his views on Paul Flint more than once to Kelly, long before she’d finally decided on divorce as her only option. He’d even offered on occasion to pummel some sense into the man.

      “Shame to go through life without a daddy,” Harlan observed.

      Jordan regarded him intently. There was no mistaking that his father had a point to make. “Meaning?”

      “Just what I said,” he insisted, sounding a little too innocent. “A child deserves two parents. Of course, a situation like that is all wrong for a man like you.”

      “Now what’s your point?” Jordan’s voice contained a lethal warning note.

      “Just that I understand you. You’re not looking for some country gal and a ready-made family. I’ve seen your type, glossy, sophisticated, like that…what’s her name?”

      “Rexanne,” Jordan supplied automatically, used to his father’s refusal to get the names of the women in his life straight.

      “Right,” he said. “Now she’s the perfect wife for a big oil tycoon.”

      Jordan was beginning to wonder exactly how much his father knew about his broken engagement. It seemed to him that the digs were a little too pointed for him not to have heard about it. He’d always despised Rexanne, just as he had every other woman Jordan had brought to White Pines. His sudden defense of her was clearly part of some Machiavellian scheme of his. He’d probably been on the phone to Ginger during the week and gotten an earful about his son’s social life—or sudden lack thereof.

      “I’m afraid Rexanne is out of the picture,” Jordan said tersely.

      Harlan tried for a sympathetic look, but the effort was downright pitiful. There was a gleam of pure satisfaction in his eyes. “Sorry, son,” he said without much sincerity.

      “She was the wrong choice. I’ll get over it.” Sooner than anyone imagined, if he had his way about it.

      “It’s not surprising, then, that you were over to visit Kelly last night. She always has had a sympathetic ear, especially where you’re concerned.”

      “We weren’t lamenting my love life last night,” Jordan said.

      Curiosity blossomed on his father’s transparent features. “Oh?”

      “We were just…talking,” he finally concluded weakly, unwilling to broach the actual subject matter of their conversation. Once Harlan got that particular bit in his teeth, there’d be no controlling his efforts at manipulation.

      “Just don’t go letting her get the wrong idea now, son. You said yourself, she’s been through a lot. No point in getting her hopes up now that you’re on the rebound. No telling what a woman might do when a man is vulnerable. They can be downright sneaky when they’re out to get their hooks into a man.”

      “There’s nothing the least bit sneaky or underhanded about Kelly,” Jordan snapped.

      “If you say so, son. You certainly know the woman better than I do.”

      Jordan didn’t think he liked the direction this conversation was heading. Any minute now his father was going to say something truly offensive about Kelly and he would leap to her defense. There was no telling what would happen after that. His mother would probably find them tussling on the dining room floor.

      He tossed his napkin down on the table and stood. “I’ve got to get out of here.”

      “Going for a ride?” his father inquired, his expression perfectly innocent.

      “Yes,” he said tightly, and slammed out of the house.

      Only much, much later did he wonder what he would have seen if he’d looked back. He had the strangest feeling he would have caught a complacent smile spreading across his father’s face.

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