Big Sky Mountain Part 35
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Then, in a heartbeat, he was on top of her.
She looked up into his eyes, batted her lashes, and said, "But what about the foreplay?"
"You win," he rasped, and then he possessed her in one hard, driving thrust.
HOURS LATER, DOWNSTAIRS in the dimly lit kitchen-Hutch wearing jeans and nothing else, Kendra in one of his T-s.h.i.+rts, happier than she'd ever imagined it was possible to be-they nibbled at the lasagna Opal had thoughtfully prepared and left in the refrigerator. Leviticus, recently fed, snoozed nearby on his dog bed.
"I guess this isn't much of a honeymoon," Hutch fretted, sitting across from her, his hair love-rumpled and his golden beard coming in with the twilight. "Maybe we should have gone to Vegas or Hawaii or something."
Kendra grinned at him. "No complaints here, cowboy," she said. "We can take trips later. Right now, we've got a lot of settling in to do."
Hutch looked relieved, and the expression in his eyes made Kendra wonder how she'd ever doubted that they belonged together, for always.
They ate what they could, both of them starved and at the same time too riled up to eat much. They'd showered together and made love under the spray, and while Kendra's body still throbbed with aftershocks from the powerful releases he'd brought her to, she wanted more, and she knew Hutch did, too.
"Think we made a baby today?" he asked.
Kendra moved her shoulders in a little shrug. "All we can do is keep trying," she said.
He laughed, reached out, closed his hand briefly over hers. "I have something for you," he told her, turning serious all of a sudden.
"I hope so," she vamped, making eyes at him.
"Besides that," he said, after a raspy chuckle. He stood up, disappeared into his office off the kitchen and returned with a thick packet in one hand.
Kendra frowned, a little unnerved. They hadn't signed, or even discussed, a prenuptial agreement but now, it seemed, he'd reconsidered the idea. Did he really think she'd demand half of Whisper Creek Ranch if, G.o.d forbid, they parted ways before one of them died?
"What's this?" she asked warily.
He smiled, reading her trepidation accurately, the way he so often did. "It's a deed," he said. "Maggie Landers drew it up."
Kendra's hands trembled as she opened the doc.u.ment, scanned the legalese and made the startling discovery that she was already half owner of the ranch. All that was required was a notarized signature.
"I don't understand," she confessed. "This ranch means everything to you-"
"And so do you," Hutch finished huskily when her words fell away. "This ranch is me, Kendra-as much a part of me as my arms and legs and my heart. I'd do just about anything to keep it. But if you divorced me tomorrow, well, so be it, you'd still be half owner of Whisper Creek."
Kendra was overcome, touched to the tenderest part of her soul. Hutch wasn't just giving her his love, but his complete trust. He was staking everything he held dear on their marriage, their commitment to each other and to a lifetime as man and wife.
She held the doc.u.ment to her heart for a moment, not because of what it offered but because of what it meant, and then she set it down on the table between them.
"I'm going back upstairs, now," she announced. "Coming?"
Hutch laughed and scooted back his chair to rise. "Definitely," he said.
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CHAPTER ONE.
Parable, Montana "YOU WEREN'T AT THE funeral," Slade Barlow's half brother, Hutch Carmody, accused, the words rasping against the underside of a long, slow exhale.
Slade didn't look at Hutch, though he could still see him out of the corner of one eye. The both of them were sitting side by side in a pair of uncomfortable chairs, facing what seemed like an acre of desk. Maggie Landers, their father's lawyer, who had summoned them there, had yet to put in an appearance.
"I went to the graveside service," Slade replied evenly, and after a considerable length. It was the truth, though he'd stood at some distance from the crowd, not wanting to be numbered among the admitted mourners but unable to stay away entirely.
"Why bother at all?" Hutch challenged. "Unless you just wanted to make sure the old man was really in the box?"
Slade was not a quick-tempered man-by nature, he tended to think before he spoke and offer whatever response he might make with quiet deliberation, traits that had served him well over the several years since he'd been elected sheriff-but the edge in his half brother's tone brought heat surging up his neck to pound behind his ears.
"Maybe that was it," he drawled with quiet contempt as the office door whispered open behind them.
Hutch, who had just shoved back his chair as if to leap to his feet, ready to fight, thrust a hand hard through his shock of brownish-blond hair instead, probably to discharge that rush of adrenaline, and stayed put. He all but buzzed, like an electric fence line short-circuiting in a thunderstorm.
Slade, though still confounded by his own invitation to this particular s.h.i.+ndig, took a certain grim satisfaction in Hutch's reaction. There was, as the old saying went, no love lost between the two of them.
"Good to see you haven't killed each other," Maggie observed brightly, rounding the s.h.i.+ning expanse of the desk to take the leather chair behind it. Still gorgeous at fifty-plus, with short, expertly dyed brown hair and round green eyes, usually alight with mischievous intelligence, the lawyer turned slightly to boot up her computer.
"Not just yet, anyhow," Hutch replied finally.
Maggie's profile was all he could see of her, but Slade registered the slight smile that tilted up one corner of her mouth. Her fingers, perfectly manicured every Sat.u.r.day morning at his mother's beauty shop for the last quarter of a century, flicked busily over the keyboard, and the monitor threw a wash of pale blue light onto her face and the lightweight jacket of her custom-made off-white pantsuit.
"How's your mother, Slade?" she asked mildly without glancing his way.
Maggie and his mom, Callie, were around the same age, and they'd been friends for as long as Slade could remember. Given that he'd run into Maggie at his mom's Curly-Burly Hair Salon just the day before, where she'd been having a trim and a touch-up, he figured the question was a rhetorical one, a sort of conversational filler.
"She's fine," Slade said. By then, he'd gotten over the urge to commit fratricide and gone back to mulling the thing that had been bothering him ever since the formidable Ms. Landers had called him at home that morning and asked him to stop by her office on his way to work.
The meeting had to be about the old man's last will and testament, though Maggie hadn't said so over the phone. All she'd been willing to give up was, "This won't take long, Slade, and believe me, it's in your best interests to be there."
Hutch's presence made sense, since he was the legitimate son, the golden boy, groomed since birth to become the master of all he surveyed even as, motherless from the age of twelve, he ran wild. Slade himself, on the other hand, was the outsider-born on the proverbial wrong side of the blanket.
John Carmody had never once acknowledged him, in all Slade's thirty-five years of life, and it wasn't likely that he'd had a deathbed change of heart and altered his will to include the product of his long-ago affair with Callie.
No, Slade thought, Carmody hadn't had a heart, not where he and his mother were concerned, anyway. He'd never so much as spoken to Slade in all those years; looked right through him, when they did come into contact, as if he was invisible. If that stiff-necked son of a b.i.t.c.h had instructed Maggie to make sure Slade was there for the reading of the will, it was probably so he'd know what he was missing out on, when all that land and money went to Hutch.
You can stick it all where the sun never s.h.i.+nes, old man, Slade thought angrily. He'd never expected-or wanted-to inherit a d.a.m.n thing from John Carmody-bad enough that he'd gotten the b.a.s.t.a.r.d's looks, his dark hair, lean and muscular build, and blue eyes-and it galled him that Maggie, his mother's friend, would be a party to wasting his time like this.
Maggie clicked the mouse, and her printer began spewing sheets of paper as she turned to face Hutch and Slade head-on.
"I'll spare you all the legal jargon," she said, gathering the papers from the printer tray, separating them into two piles and shoving these across the top of her desk, one set for each of them. "All the facts are there-you can read the wills over at your leisure."
Slade barely glanced at the doc.u.ments and made no move to pick them up.
"And what facts are those?" Hutch snapped, peevish.
p.e.c.k.e.r-head, Slade thought.
Maggie interlaced her fingers and smiled benignly. It took more than a smart-a.s.s cowboy to get under her hide. "The estate is to be divided equally between the two of you," she announced.
Stunned, Slade simply sat there, as breathless as if he'd just taken a sucker punch to the gut. A single thought hummed in his head, like a trapped moth trying to find a way out.
What the h.e.l.l?
Hutch, no doubt just as shocked as Slade was, if not more so, leaned forward and growled, "What did you say?"
"You heard me the first time, Hutch," Maggie said, unruffled. She might have looked like a gracefully aging pixie, but she regularly chewed up the best prosecutors in the state and spit them out like husks of sunflower seeds.
Slade said nothing. He was still trying to process the news.
"Bulls.h.i.+t," Hutch muttered. "This is bulls.h.i.+t."
Maggie sighed. "Nevertheless," she said, "it's what Mr. Carmody wanted. He was my client, and it's my job to see that his final wishes are honored to the letter. After all, Whisper Creek belonged to him, and he had every right to dispose of his estate however he saw fit."
Slade finally recovered enough equanimity to speak, though his voice came out sounding hoa.r.s.e. "What if I told you I didn't want anything?" he demanded.
"If you told me that," Maggie responded smoothly, "I'd say you were out of your mind, Slade Barlow. We're talking about a great deal of money here, in addition to a very profitable ranching operation and all that goes with it, including buildings and livestock and mineral rights."
Another silence descended, short and dangerous, pulsing with heat.
Hutch was the one to break it. "When did Dad change his will?" he asked.
"He didn't change it," Maggie said without hesitation. "Mr. Carmody had the papers drawn up years ago, when my father and grandfather were still with the firm, and he personally reviewed them six months ago, after he got the diagnosis. This is what he wanted, Hutch."
Hutch snapped up his copy of the doc.u.ment and got to his feet. Slade rose, too, but he left the papers where they were. None of this seemed real to him-he was probably dreaming. Any moment now, he'd wake up in a cold sweat and a tangle of sheets, in his lonely, rumpled bed over at the duplex where he'd been living since he came back to Parable ten years ago, after college, a stint in the military and a brief marriage followed by a mostly amicable divorce.
"I'll be d.a.m.ned," Hutch muttered, his voice like sandpaper. He was dressed for ranch work, in old jeans, a blue cotton s.h.i.+rt and a pair of well-worn boots, which probably meant he'd had no more notice about this meeting than Slade had.
"Thanks, Maggie," Slade heard himself say as he turned to leave.
He wasn't grateful; he'd spoken out of habit.
She got up from her chair, rounded the desk and pursued him, forcing the printout of his father's will into his hands. "At least read it," she said. "I'll set up another meeting in a few days, when you've both had time to absorb everything."
Slade didn't answer, but he accepted the paperwork, felt it crumple in his grasp as his fingers tightened reflexively around it.
Moments later, as Slade opened the door of his truck, Hutch was beside him again.
"I'll buy your half of the ranch," he said, grinding out the offer. "I don't give a rat's a.s.s about the money-I've got plenty of that anyway-but Whisper Creek has been in my family for almost a hundred years, and my great-great-grandfather built the original house and barn with his own hands. The place ought to belong to me outright."
The emphasis on the phrase my family was subtle, but it was an unmistakable line in the sand.
Slade met his half brother's fierce gaze. Reached in to take his hat off the pa.s.senger seat where he'd left it earlier, resting on its crown, before heading into Maggie's office. "I'll need to give that some thought," he said.
With a visible effort, Hutch unclamped the hinges of his jaws. "What's there to think about?" he asked, after another crackling pause. "I'll pay cash, Barlow. Name your price."
Name your price. Slade knew he ought to accept the deal, and just be glad John Carmody had seen fit to claim him, albeit posthumously. All he had to do was say yes, and he could buy that little spread he'd had his eye on for the past couple of years, pay cash for it, instead of depleting his savings for the down payment. But something prevented him from agreeing, something that ran deeper than his utter inability to act on impulse.
Indirectly, John Carmody had, at long last, acknowledged his existence. He needed to be with that knowledge for a while, work out what it meant, if anything.
"I'll get back to you," Slade finally reiterated, climbing up behind the wheel of his truck and putting on his hat. "In the meantime, I've got a county to look after."
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