CHAPTER TWO

      GABE PATTON had realized the truth the moment he’d taken the cell call from his housekeeper and heard Lainey’s name: His wife was here to divorce him.

      Lainey Talbot Patton was the only acquisition he’d not fought to get his hands on or gone to war to keep. Partly because as long as they were married, she was his whether she thought so or not. Partly because he knew she’d been devastated by her father’s death and manipulated to within an inch of her life by her harridan mother.

      For those first days and weeks after the quick ceremony at the courthouse, Gabe had been amused by her stubbornness and her absolute refusal to allow him any contact with her. But when the days and weeks had turned into months, he’d stopped being amused.

      He’d like to credit her mother’s death with Lainey’s sudden appearance here and her claim to have found out the truth. Her repentant pose had looked startlingly authentic, but they both knew the terms of her father’s will, and the fact that she’d waited six months to show up made her apology ring hollow.

      According to the terms of the will, Lainey had to stay married to him for five years before she was eligible to receive full control of her inheritance. The five years were almost up, control of Talbot Ranch would revert to her in a few weeks, but her marriage to him—the marriage she’d never given a moment’s chance to—would be the only thing standing in her way.

      Whatever he’d once hoped they might have together, there was no way in hell he’d just hand over what had been a bankrupt operation to an ungrateful female who’d virtually wiped her feet on him while he’d been risking everything he’d earned to get Talbot Ranch back into the black. Particularly now that she could legally claim control over every inch and dollar of the sweat and risk he’d invested to save it, then maybe make some token thanks before she demanded a divorce.

      Though he’d agreed to John’s request and would keep their bargain to the letter, he didn’t plan to come out of the deal empty-handed.

      He glanced toward the main house, but Lainey was no longer in sight. Unless her mother had succeeded in making a hothouse plant of her, he was certain she wouldn’t be able to sit around indoors for the rest of the afternoon. He figured she’d go over to Talbot and have a look around, so he didn’t let the idea bother him.

      Whatever Lainey was up to now, her intention to be free of him wouldn’t be as simple as a token apology and a last trip to the courthouse.

      Gabe’s housekeeper, who introduced herself as Elisa, put Lainey’s two suitcases, overnight bag and briefcase in the entry closet just off the front foyer. Uneasy and too restless and keyed up to wait around in the living room for over three hours until supper, Lainey left a hasty note on a paper scrap for Gabe on the coffee table, then left the house.

      Her father had been buried in the small family cemetery on Talbot Ranch, so she went there. She drove past the big Victorian house and ranch buildings of the Talbot headquarters, and found the rutted road that stretched through three massive pastures to the gravesite.

      The shady acre was enclosed by a white rail fence, and she parked her car outside the painted rails beneath an overhanging tree branch. She went to the trunk for the silk flower arrangement she’d bought in San Antonio, then entered the gate and walked to the headstone that marked John Talbot’s grave.

      Poignant memories overwhelmed her as she stared at the carved stone and remembered the horror of hearing that her father had been killed. Her desperate race to get back to Texas had been blurred by the shock and numbing grief she’d been certain she couldn’t survive, then the terrible agony of his funeral.

      How on earth could she have thought her father would do anything to hurt or slight her? For weeks now she’d looked through his pictures again and again, apologizing over and over for ever doubting his love and care for her.

      Childish or not, foolish or not, she’d somehow hoped her father had heard her all those times. Perhaps the knowledge of what she’d inflicted on Gabe had prevented her from feeling relief; perhaps self-loathing and guilt would keep her in this torment the rest of her days, whatever Gabe had to say to her tonight.

      Quietly she knelt down and placed the silk pansies and forget-me-nots in the slim receptacle at the base of the stone.

      “I’m finally home, Daddy.”

      All the other words crowded up from the love and heartache and brokenness she felt, and poured out in a fresh torrent of sorrow and regret. By the time the torrent had eased away, she had moved to the wrought-iron bench nearby to sit sideways on the end of it to pillow her cheek on the back with her wrists.

      The sound of the breeze gently rustling the tree leaves overhead made her aware of its warmth as it brushed lightly over her clothes and teased through her hair. The first true sense of peace she’d felt in years began to trickle through her then, and she remembered the words, Not a soul on this earth I love more than my baby girl.

      Her father had said that to her frequently, sometimes in his booming voice with a broad smile on his face, sometimes in a moment of gruff sentimentality.

      The sweetness of the memory made her whisper back what she always had, “And there’s not a soul on this earth your baby girl loves more than her daddy.”

      Lainey sat there for some time more in the calm that had eluded her for weeks. She’d needed this too long and craved it too desperately to rush away from it now. Drowsy from the heat, she must have dozed until she was roused by what sounded like a faint whisper.

      Show him what you’re made of…

      Half awake, her heart still clinging to the words she must have dreamed, Lainey lifted her head to look past the edge of the trees and note the angle of the sun. Alarm banished her calm and scattered the dreamed whisper. She got quickly to her feet and ran to her car.

      Leery of driving too fast on the rutted road, she felt the ominous weight of each frantic second.

      Lainey pulled up in front of the Patton main house, switched off the engine, then reached for her handbag and raced to the red doors. She stabbed at the button for the doorbell, then fidgeted as she waited. Elisa opened the door.

      “I’m sorry to be late, señora. May I come—”

      But the woman was already stepping back to graciously wave her inside.

      “Do I have time to freshen up?”

      “The second door on the hall.”

      Lainey offered a smile as her heart fell further. The message she read from the way Elisa had answered was that she indeed had no time left, but the woman might have some sympathy for her need to make herself more presentable.

      Lainey hurried toward the small bathroom to do something with her hair. She’d used the rearview mirror in her car to help guide her efforts to remove her smudged mascara, then had dug around for hairpins and given her hair a quick brushing, but she still looked wilted and mussed.

      Another pass with her brush and a few repairs with the small amount of makeup in her handbag were made more