The Rancher's Surrender

Standing just behind him as she was, with her level of vision at his shoulders and his own truck headlights highlighting his every movement, Zoe had no choice but to stare at the way the muscles in his back flexed and bunched beneath his shirt. No choice at all. Nor could she help but smell him, all fresh and delicious male. That he smelled so good made her annoyed all over again.

Ty flipped on his flashlight and beamed it inside. “The door will have to be replaced, too.”

“That’s not all,” Zoe said as she caught sight of the interior.

Ty hit a light switch on the wall and let out a low, heartfelt oath. The light illuminated what had been their hopes and dreams, and Zoe’s stomach sank as they all crowded in. They hadn’t gotten a good look at the outside in the dark, but she had gotten an image of a two-story sprawling ranch house in desperate need of repair.

The inside was worse, far worse.

The paint on the walls was peeling off in long strips. The wood floors were thick with dust. The light above them flickered warningly, but at the last second, somehow managed to hang in there. Standing in the midst of it, Zoe saw past the gloom and straight to the heart of the matter—this place was theirs. Theirs.

The thrill of that would never wear off, no matter what happened.

“But...how can this be?” Delia asked in a confused voice that didn’t sound at all like her usual take-charge attitude. “I thought Constance lived here.”

“She did, up until two years ago, when she had to move to a retirement home.” Regret and sadness filled Ty’s voice. “Had no idea it was this bad.”

Silence fell at that, and sadness welled through Zoe, overcoming her strange protectiveness of the house. If only Constance had found them sooner, she thought, then nearly laughed because that wouldn’t have changed much. They couldn’t have helped her financially.

But they could have gotten to know Constance, and at the knowledge they’d just missed that opportunity, her throat tightened. For years she’d yearned for more information about her past. Since she’d been so young when she’d arrived at the foster home, she remembered next to nothing. Yes, there was every possibility Constance hadn’t been her grandmother, that she’d been Maddie’s or Delia’s, but it didn’t change Zoe’s need.

All her life she’d been an outsider, without a background, always a burden, always dependent on the kindness of others. It had left scars.

She needed to know more about herself, needed to really belong somewhere. To someone.

She needed, with every fiber of her being, for this place to be hers. And she hated herself for the selfishness, because her sisters deserved it every bit as much as she did.

“She couldn’t swing all the work by herself and she couldn’t afford help.” Ty’s face was tight, and surprisingly full of compassion. “I did what I could, but I have a ranch, too, and between my land and hers, there aren’t enough hours in the day. Constance wouldn’t consider my offer... not until she’d located her granddaughter. And that, unfortunately, came too little, too late for her to enjoy.”

“Offer?” Zoe narrowed her eyes as his words sunk in. “Wait a minute. Are you telling us...you wanted this place?”

His eyes, dark and full of a whole host of things she was sure she didn’t want to know, met hers straight on. “Yes.”

“No wonder you’re being so neighborly,” she said without thinking, a bad habit she had yet to learn to curb.

“What are you talking about?” Delia asked, coming closer.

Zoe’s gaze didn’t leave Ty’s as everything fit into place. “He wants to buy the ranch.”

Ty looked at her, his eyes cool and assessing.

“Don’t you?” she pressed.

“Yes,” he said, without a hint of apology.

“But...” Maddie looked at the mess in confusion. “why?”

“Good question,” Zoe said quietly, even as her possessive, protective feelings for the land continued to swamp her. This place was theirs now. “Why?”

Chapter 2 (#ulink_d8dda650-4cd9-5194-8290-98805f828e46)

Ty hesitated, absorbing three women’s gazes. He had to be careful, because not all those gazes were friendly.

Dammit, he did want this land. Badly. And he’d almost had it. “It’s a little early—or late—to be discussing business, don’t you think?” he asked.

Zoe’s eyes, fascinating as all hell in their shade of mystic forest green, sharpened. “No,” she said. “But I do think we can handle everything from here.” She opened the door, inviting him to leave.

He spared a thought for the condition of the bedrooms upstairs. “But—”

“No buts.” Her voice had chilled twenty degrees, if that was possible. She was the tough one, and he doubted anyone ever got anything past her. “Good night,” she said.

Dismissed! The woman had a major attitude problem. Too bad he enjoyed baiting such a problem. Ignoring her, he crossed the room, reaching up to fiddle with the flickering light above them.

Immediately, it came back to life full force, illuminating the shabbiness of the room.

Delia shot a sharp look to Zoe, but spoke in a voice full of sweet honey. “We appreciate your help, Ty. Please...just ignore Zoe. She’s—”

“Grumpy?” he interjected, giving in and letting his grin spread across his face. “I hadn’t noticed. Can I help you with your things from the car?”

She smiled. “Oh, yes, please.”

Zoe shook her head. “Didn’t you hear him, Delia?” she demanded, hands on hips as she glared at her sister. “He wants to buy this place.”

“Well, since we’re not selling, this shouldn’t be a problem for you, hon.” Back in control after her initial shock, Delia took over, and Ty watched, enthralled at the silent hierarchy of these foster sisters. Clearly Delia thought herself in charge at all times. Just as clearly, Zoe believed she ran the roost. And sweet, quiet, shy Maddie just let them both go, acting as intermediary when required. With just a light touch or small smile, she could melt anyone.

He remembered the sight of them huddled pathetically in a small corner of the dirty, dark patio. Remembered the way his heart had stuttered at the realization it had been him who had inadvertently terrified them.

He’d be the first to admit he wanted them gone, but not by his own hand. And he certainly hadn’t meant to scare them.

They’d been holding on to each other like...they belonged together, that was obvious. The tall, serene, sexy, in-control Delia. The smaller, hauntingly beautiful Maddie. And the rough-and-tough Zoe. She was every bit a looker as the other two, but he doubted she’d appreciate the compliment. She was different, far more unrefined. Her auburn hair was wild, not carefully groomed. She wore little to no makeup, and her clothes...well, she looked as if she’d fit into the hard ranch living just fine. Her jeans were faded and oh-so-snug in all the right places, showcasing a slim yet curvy body that for some reason he couldn’t keep his eyes off of.

Three women; so different and yet obviously they lived together, loved and laughed together. They were a unit.

A small place inside him ached, a place he didn’t visit often, because it only brought great pain. Once upon a time he’d belonged, too. But that had been ten years ago, before his brother Ben had died.

That part of his life was over.

No amount of standing around and staring at these women was going to change that. Nor was it going to change the unrelenting truth—he did want their land with a singular purpose. A purpose so personal and painful he had no intention of sharing it. He’d been only twenty-two when he’d promised Ben a huge ranch someday, and even though Ben was no longer on this earth to enjoy it, Ty never broke a promise. Never.

These three women had ruined Ben’s dream sure as they were standing there staring back at him. Constance had cared for Ty deeply, deeply enough to want to leave her land to him if her granddaughter hadn’t been found.

But Constance had indeed found an heir. Three of them.

No doubt, they were three of the loveliest heiresses he’d ever laid his eyes on, but “lovely” didn’t count for much when he remembered what Cade had told him—this place was all these women had in the entire world, which made Ty’s gut tighten just thinking about it.

He was busting out of his britches at his own place. He raised and trained quarter horses for ranches throughout the entire state, but his place was small and insufficient for his needs. He’d bought it long ago when money had been incredibly tight, just after Ben’s death. It was a beautiful strip of land on the narrow end of the small valley between the river and the mountains. It was lush, green, fertile, and though Ty loved it with all his heart, it was far too small. There was only one way to expand—toward Constance’s property.

Ty had a ten-year promise to fulfill; a painful, unrelenting promise, and to do it he needed more room. He wanted, indeed what he’d wanted since he’d been a little boy starving and struggling on the rough streets of Chicago with Ben, to raise horses. Train them. Sell them. Then do it some more.