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“What are you running from?” Barely a whisper, Will’s question floated to her.
Silence stretched between them.
Annie tipped her head back against the seat. Running? The man thought he had all the answers. This time he was much too close to the truth. “Will,” she pleaded.
“Okay, you’re right. Now isn’t the time.” He let out a breath. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll say you are,” she said, taking a light tone again. “One sorry Sullivan.”
“Hey, I’m trying to apologize here.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me. Keep shooting straight. I count on that from you. Give me a few days. Let me rest, clear my mind and sharpen my wits, then we can have this conversation. Deal?”
“Always have to have the last word.”
She opened her mouth to protest, then clamped her lips shut.
Will laughed.
The sound warmed her like a quilt as her gaze found the May moon.
TINA RADCLIFFE
has been dreaming and scribbling for years. Originally from western New York State, she left home for a tour of duty with the Army Security Agency stationed in Augsburg, Germany, and ended up in Tulsa, Oklahoma. While living in Tulsa she spent ten years as a Certified Oncology R.N. A former library cataloguer, she now works for a large mail-order pharmacy. Tina currently resides in the foothills of Colorado where she writes heartwarming romance.
The Rancher’s Reunion
Tina Radcliffe
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Take thereof no thought for the morrow:
for the morrow shall take thought of the things of itself.
—Matthew 6:34
To my husband, Tom, my sister Anne, my parents, Joseph and Teresa Russo, and to Tim, Mike, David and Amy—thank you all for understanding this writing thing of mine (or pretending to!).
I love you.
Acknowledgments
Thank you to my editor Melissa Endlich, for helping me to become a better writer, and for the wonderful opportunity to be part of the Steeple Hill family.
To Meredith Bernstein, thank you for your patience.
A final thank-you to my writing friends for their support and encouragement: The Seekers (www.seekerville.blogspot.com), Sharon Sala, Jordan Dane (and the OKRWA Chapter), and my longtime writing bud, Rogenna Brewer.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Epilogue
Letter to Reader
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
“You look awful.” Will Sullivan shoved his hands into the back pockets of his Wranglers and continued his intense scrutiny.
“Well, you haven’t changed a bit,” Annie Harris said with a laugh. Leave it to Will to cut to the chase.
In truth, he hadn’t changed. He was everything she remembered. Hatless today, his blue-black hair was clipped short to control the unruly curls. Will thought he could control everything. Standing inches over six feet tall in a faded blue oxford shirt, jeans and scuffed boots, he scowled.
Annie took an unsteady breath. Oh, how she had missed that scowl.
She gripped her cane tighter and glanced around the busy Tulsa airport. Had it really been two years? For only a second did she allow her thoughts to drift back to when she made the decision to leave for Kenya. The same day she realized she was in love with Will Sullivan.
“Sit down for a minute,” Will said, interrupting her thoughts. “You’ve got to be exhausted.”
“I’m okay. Really. The hospital wouldn’t have okayed me to travel if I wasn’t ready. Come on. Let’s get my luggage and get out of here.”
“Your leg? Maybe I should get a wheelchair?”
“Oh, I don’t need a wheelchair.” Determined, she grasped her cane and broke out in what she knew was a clumsy stride.
“Boy, you haven’t changed much either, have you, Annie?” His long legs easily closed the distance between them. “Still think you have to do it all yourself.”
Annie ignored the comment. She’d been traveling since she left Africa two days ago and was not prepared for a round of verbal sparring with Will.
They continued to walk down the large corridor until it forked. Annie stopped and rested her weight on her good leg while she read the signs overhead.
“This way.” Will nodded to the right and walked in front, clearing a path in the hurried, late-afternoon crowds of the terminal. “Slow down,” he admonished, as she caught up with him and began to take the lead.
She tried to accommodate, but her pace continued to increase, driving her. Excitement bubbled over. All she wanted was to get to Sullivan Ranch.
“So how was the flight?”
“Much too long.” Looking around, she couldn’t stop smiling. Her senses greedily feasted on the American sights and sounds. It was the simple things she’d missed; the twang of an Oklahoma accent, the U.S. flag hanging high in the terminal, a sign advertising Mazzio’s pizza, the chatter of the crowd in English, and American food.
The tantalizing aroma of a bagel kiosk caused a pause in her steps. Onion, chive and garlic. They all called out to her.
“Want one?”
“I do. But not one. At least six.”
“Six it is.”
When Will stepped toward the kiosk, she laughed. “I’m kidding, Will. I don’t want to eat anything until we get to the ranch.”
“All right, but it’s way past dinnertime, and you sure don’t look like you need to be skipping any more meals.”
“Are you calling me skinny?” She glanced down at herself. True, her clothes were a bit roomy, but she was alive and that was what really mattered.
“Turn sideways and you’ll disappear.”
“Someone is exaggerating.” Looking up, she caught the amusement in Will’s expression
“Not hardly,” he said.
Annie held up her palm. “Okay. Truce? Just for tonight?”
“I suppose so. But that won’t be much fun.” He strode toward baggage claim.
Annie paused, taken back by his humor. The ever-stoical Will Sullivan had cultivated a sense of humor? Shaking her head, she followed him. “Is Rose at the house?”
“Are you kidding? Baking and cooking like crazy. She’s got plans for you.”
Annie smiled, knowing he wasn’t exaggerating. Rose O’Shea was so much more than just the woman who ran the kitchen at Sullivan Ranch, and Annie couldn’t wait to see her again.
Will stopped at the baggage carousel.
“Those are mine.” She pointed to the well-worn tapestry bags.
“Got ’em.” He easily hauled both bags off the moving conveyer as though they were empty. Hardly. Amazing how much she’d collected in two years. The rest of her belongings were shipped out in a trunk to arrive later.
With one bag under his arm, the other dangling from his hand, Will maneuvered out the automatic doors to the curb, where he parked the luggage.
Annie inhaled deeply. The springtime air smelled like rain. Everything was fresh and clean, exactly as she remembered.
“Wait here. I’ll get the pickup.”
“What? No. That’s silly. I can walk.”
He leveled his gaze on her but said nothing.
Too tired to argue, too tired to tell him not to get used to compliance, Annie simply eased herself to a bench and watched him cross the street to the hourly parking area.
A few minutes later a huge, gleaming black truck pulled to a stop next to the curb. Dark, tinted windows and spotless chrome glowed.
Will jumped out and picked up her bags, tossing them in the open flatbed.
“You bought a new truck?” She was more than surprised. Will never indulged.
“Life’s short.”
Life’s short? Annie silently repeated the simple words to herself, the same words that had haunted her since the accident.
Finished with the luggage, Will stood straight and grinned, wiping an imaginary fleck of dirt off a shiny bumper. The expression on his face as he faced her was nothing less than pure male expectancy.
“That is one beautiful truck,” Annie said.
He chuckled. “Good answer.”
“What’s that logo?”
“The Sullivan Ranch logo and URL. Brand-new. Like it?”
Her eyes widened. “Are you telling me you have a web page?”
Will gave a quick shrug. “Sullivan Ranch was taken, so I had to go with www.thesullivanranch.com.”
“That means you have a computer.”
“You bet. New laptop in my office.”
Annie grappled with the concept of a modernized Will, while he opened the passenger door. She stared at the seat.
“What’s the matter?”
“I’ll need help to get up there.”
“Turn around.” He placed his hands around her waist and lifted.
The heat of embarrassment crept over her when he gently settled her onto the seat. “All r-right, th-then,” she said.
Will walked to the other side of the truck and climbed in, apparently unaffected. “Sit back and relax,” he said, as they pulled away from the curb.
“Yes, sir.” She settled into the soft, smooth leather upholstery and released the breath she’d been holding.
Will smiled. “Tuckered out? Well, don’t worry, after a little R & R you’ll be back in tip-top shape, ordering right back at me.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
When a yawn slipped from her mouth, Annie leaned her head back, content not to think, hoping her mind would continue to cooperate and block the events of the past few weeks.
The silhouette of the familiar city faded as he led them out of town toward Granby, south of Tulsa.
What happened to the lights?
Annie searched in the dark, panicked. Suffocating fear clenched her body.
Another alert?
No, the antiseptic smells of the clinic were absent. She wasn’t at the medical camp. Confused, she reached out and touched a warm arm. Her fingers automatically slipped down to the wrist to check the pulse. It beat strong and regular.
Annie blinked, eyes adjusting to the semidarkness.
Will? Thank goodness, it’s Will.
She was still in the cab of the pickup, which was now parked. The knot in her stomach relaxed then tensed again as Will’s face inched closer, peering down.
“Hey, take it easy,” he soothed.
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, sure you are. I’ve been trying to wake you for the past five minutes.”
Annie scooted to a sitting position, wishing she could extricate herself from the awkward intimacy of the small space.
“I would have let you sleep, but I thought you might want to know when we got to the ranch.”
“I do. I do. I’ve been waiting too long for this.” Pushing back her hair, she crooked her neck to see past the dash to the sky. Burgundy streaks twined across the blue velvet, weaving themselves between the golden clouds of sunset.
Annie sighed. How many times over the past two years had she looked up at the night and paused, wondering what Will was doing in his part of the world?
“Looks like we’re in for more rain,” he commented.
“Red sky at night, sailors’ delight.”
Will scoffed. “I don’t think so. Barometer’s dropping. Weatherman says eighty percent chance of precipitation. Bit late in the season. I’m hoping he’s wrong, but who knows? Might even get a good old-fashioned tornado for you.”
Annie barely heard his response as her gaze took in the ranch’s entrance arch framed by the Oklahoma night. The black wrought-iron gates stood proudly; “Sullivan Ranch” was spelled out across the top in black letters, with a distinctive letter S.
“You fixed the arch,” Annie said, delighted at the sight. She had never seen anything more beautiful.
Will nodded.
“When?”
“’Bout a year ago.”
“That long? It looks brand-new. Why didn’t you write and tell me?”
“Why didn’t you come home?” His answer was a low rumble that resonated through Annie.
“Now, Will, don’t start that again.” She knew the lecture by heart.
Will’s mantra.
Home? Yes, it was Will’s home, but she had no real right to call Sullivan Ranch home.
He bristled. “You didn’t have to go halfway around the world to be a nurse.”
“Are you questioning the call on my life?”
“No, but why is it when God opens a door you feel the need to run through the next three?”
Annie closed her eyes for a moment, regrouping.
His tone became gentle. “Rose has missed you, Annie. You know you’re the daughter she never had.”
What about you, Will? Did you miss me?
She couldn’t ignore the frustration in his voice and countered with her own. “I know that, and I’m sorry. But Rose isn’t always going to be around to pick me up and dust me off.”
“That’s just what I’m getting at. Rose isn’t getting any younger.” He rubbed his palm along his denim-clad thigh. “If you weren’t happy at St. John’s, why not work at another medical center in town? With the nursing shortage and all, you could have taken your pick.” He continued without pause. “For the life of me I cannot figure you out. They’re pulling Americans out of Kenyan refugee camps and you have to go in. Why can’t you ever do anything the easy way?” His fingers clenched the leather steering wheel. “Where will it be next? Siberia?”
Annie turned and met his glance head-on. “I already checked. They don’t have any openings in Siberia.”
He stared at her for a moment, before the tension finally eased from his broad shoulders and the corners of his mouth pulled into a smile. “Keep it up, smart-mouth.”
“Will, you have to do what you have to do, and I have to do what I have to do. It doesn’t get any simpler than that.”
“What are you running from?” Barely a whisper, his question floated to her.
Silence stretched between them.
Annie tipped her head back against the seat. Running? The man thought he had all the answers. This time he was much too close to the truth. “Will,” she pleaded.
“Okay, you’re right. Now isn’t the time.” He let out a breath. “I’m sorry.”
“I’ll say you are,” she said, taking a light tone again. “One sorry Sullivan.”
“Hey, I’m trying to apologize here.”
“You don’t need to apologize to me. Keep shooting straight. I count on that from you. Give me a few days. Let me rest, clear my mind and sharpen my wits, then we can have this conversation. Deal?”
“Always have to have the last word.”
She opened her mouth to protest, then clamped her lips shut.
Will laughed.
The sound warmed her like a quilt as her gaze found the May moon. So many stars. Was the sky really clearer here? Were stars really brighter? She released a deep breath of contentment.
“Annie?”
When she turned her head their eyes met in the moonlit truck.
“I want you to know I’m proud of you.”
She bowed her head, locking the words away to be savored later.
Will reached out and strong fingers gently pushed the hair back from her face. “You’re wearing the earrings,” he said, his voice a husky murmur.
Annie moved back imperceptibly; she wasn’t strong enough to feign indifference to his touch. She reached up to finger the pearl studs.
They were a gift from Will her first Christmas at the ranch. She was only thirteen. It had been a bleak holiday for all of them. Will’s first Christmas following his father’s death. Annie’s mother had recently dumped her with Rose before taking off yet again. It was just the three of them, and that was the way things stayed until Annie left for Africa.
“Yes. I hate flying,” she replied.
“What?” Confusion played across his angular face.
“I wear your earrings when I need to be brave.” She tried to laugh off the admission.
Blue eyes searched hers, before his hand dropped to her shoulder for a light squeeze.
Will looked up the road. He couldn’t believe what he saw. The white clapboard farmhouse sat like a candle on the hill. “Rose has every single light on.”
“Is she trying to tell you something?”
“Me? She wants everyone to know you’re home. The woman is so excited and proud of you she can’t stop telling everyone.”
As the truck stopped Rose O’Shea burst through the front entrance, sending the screen door slamming against the house. Her gray topknot bobbed and the white apron around her ample waist flapped as she ran down the porch steps.
The passenger door was yanked open, and Annie slid out of the truck and into Rose’s arms before Will could pull the parking brake.
“What on earth took you so long, Will? You stop for every squirrel in the road?”
“She made me go the long way.” He lifted the suitcases from the flatbed and set them on the porch.
“I did not,” Annie protested from within Rose’s embrace. “He drove like an old woman trying to keep his truck clean.”
Will watched Rose fuss over Annie, making clucking noises as she took the younger woman’s face in her hands. “You’ve lost weight.”
“Well, naturally,” Annie said, stepping back. She gave a dismissive toss of her dark head. “Nobody cooks like you.”
“How’s that leg? Hurt much?” Rose questioned.
“No, it’s more of a nuisance than anything.” Annie stepped forward.
“Easy. Will, come and help her up the steps,” Rose directed.
“Help?” He moved next to both women. “She bites my head off every time I try to help.”
Before Annie could protest Will had scooped her up in his arms and started up the steps. He realized his mistake the minute she frantically wrapped her arms around his neck.
Annie Harris wasn’t a scrawny little kid anymore. She might have lost a few pounds, but she felt exactly like a woman, with curves in all the right places.
Annie was a woman. Will stumbled at the realization. When he deposited her on the porch like a hot potato, she grabbed the railing for support.
The phone echoed from the house.
“That’ll be my sister wanting to know if you’re here yet.” Rose flew past them.
“What did I tell you? It’s just begun,” Will said. He pulled open the screen door for Rose.
Annie still stood holding the rail, eyes wide and accusing. “That wasn’t necessary,” she said with a quiet voice. She yanked her pants and shirt straight and wouldn’t look him in the eye.
“What?” he asked.
“Carrying me.”
Her gaze flew to his, sparks of gold flashing in the dark eyes.
“Ah.” Will took the opportunity to roll his shoulders in mock pain. “I think I pulled a muscle.”
“You did not.”
He looked her up and down and grinned. “Still a scrapper.”
Years ago she’d stood on this same front porch, her hair in a single braid, enormous eyes staring. A little girl clutching a brown paper grocery sack which held all her belongings.
But Annie never cried. Not even when her momma left.
That was almost twelve years ago, the same day he set aside his own grief. At eighteen he’d recognized a soul mate in the brave kid who had been left on their doorstep.
He leaned back against the rail, his glance skipping over her. Long, silky chestnut hair flowed around her shoulders as she surveyed the land, a challenging tilt to her chin. Her brown eyes, almost gypsy-black, had dark smudges beneath them, telling signs of the ordeal in Kenya.
Will counted up the years. Was she really twenty-four? Twenty-five come winter. How did that happen? Hard to believe she’d be getting married someday.
Whoa.
Annie getting married?
He frowned. Was any man ready for Annie? He doubted the man existed who could match her toe-to-toe, heart-to-heart. The thought gave him an inexplicable satisfaction he chose to neither analyze nor explore.
Annie was a challenge all right, tall and proud, holding her thoughts locked deep inside. Pride was her middle name.
She’d tell you it was Elizabeth. Anne Elizabeth. He grinned, remembering how she had made it perfectly clear to everyone that she was Miss Anne E. Harris.
She turned to meet his gaze, hers questioning. “What’s so funny?”
“Miss Anne E.,” he said.
The corners of her mouth raised in a self-deprecatory salute. “Don’t remind me.” She pointed across the yard to a building in the distance. “What’s that?”
“New stables. You still know how to ride?” he asked.
“I hope I do.” Her smile deepened and she turned back to him. “How many horses?”
“Six, and quite a few boarders.”
“The boarding has picked up?”
Will released his breath. “Not as much as I’d hoped.” Not as much as he needed.
His eyes narrowed following her gaze as she looked out toward the orchard.
“Lots going on at the ranch, Annie. I’ve started a new business venture. This is the make-it-or-break-it year for Sullivan Ranch.” He gripped the railing tightly with both hands.
And he had to make a profit to keep his father’s legacy alive. No way would he let Sullivan Ranch go without a fight.
Rose appeared at the screen. “Come on inside. Too dark now to appreciate all Will’s hard work. You can see the ranch tomorrow. It’s supposed to be a beautiful day. Did you see that red sky?”
Will held the door open.
As she moved past, Annie raised a knowing brow at him. “Told you so,” she whispered.
Will merely smiled.
“Wait until you see all the changes around here. Will’s put this place on the map. Did he tell you about the web page?”
Annie grinned. “Yes, I heard.”
Rose wiped her hands on her apron and stepped back as Annie hopped inside. “Oh, and, Will, that was for you, that gal from church who keeps pestering you.” Rose frowned. “I’ve already forgotten her name. Well, no never mind. I let her know you’re too busy to chitchat, and to call back tomorrow.”
“What?” Annie taunted from inside the house. “Will has a girlfriend?”
Grabbing the suitcases, he strode past the kitchen. The aroma of fresh blackberry pie accompanied him down the hallway.
“I do not have a girlfriend,” he called, depositing the bags on the rag rug in Annie’s old room.
The fact was he rarely dated and took pains not encourage anyone in any way. Will had come to terms with the path he must take long ago. It could never include marriage.
“Why, our Will is considered quite a catch these days, don’t you know?” Rose said, proud as any mother.
Annie released a strangled laugh at Rose’s words and slapped her palm on the heavy oak table.
“What’s so funny about that?” After drying his hands, Will balled up the dish towel and shot, hitting his target dead-on where she sat.
Pulling the cloth off her head, Annie flung the fabric back.
He neatly dodged.
“Okay, you two. No horseplay in the house,” Rose reprimanded, picking up the towel from the floor. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a large foil-covered plate.
“Yes, ma’am.” Will’s fingers snaked out to grab a slice of roast beef just as Rose uncovered the platter. He popped the tidbit into his mouth.
When he turned he found Annie inspecting him. “What?” he asked, uncomfortable with her assessment.
“N-Nothing.” She quickly glanced away.
“Come on. You’re up to something.”
Annie cleared her throat and turned back, her usual mischievous smile in place. “I wondered if I crossed my eyes and looked real hard I might be able to figure out what all the fuss is about.”
“Huh?”
“All those women chasing you.”
“Oh, knock it off,” he growled. “Now, what do you want to drink?”
“Anything without caffeine, please,” she said. A frown settled on her face. “Suddenly I’m not tired at all, and that is not good.”
“Having insomnia, honey?” Rose asked. “You sleep on the plane at all?”
“The only place I’ve managed to get any decent sleep was in Will’s truck.”
“Is that the story of my life or what? I bore women to sleep.”
“You should be honored. I don’t nod off for just anyone, you know.”
The circles beneath her eyes told Will she didn’t exaggerate. He knew it wasn’t only plane rides keeping her awake. What happened over there that continued to haunt her nights? She’d refused to discuss the accident on the phone.
“What else do you want out of here, Rose?” He motioned to the refrigerator.
“Grab that spicy mustard Annie likes, and the blackberry pie from the counter.”
“Oh, well, now I know I’m in heaven. Blackberry pie.” Annie licked her lips. She stood and awkwardly leaned against the chair back, then hopped to the cupboard.
“I’ll get whatever you need,” Will said.
She pulled out a plate. “I’m not helpless. Now please slide that pie over here.”
“You can’t eat dessert first.” He held the tin barely out of her grasp.
“Watch me.” Annie grabbed the pie from Will’s hands. She set it down and transferred a generous chunk onto her plate then to her mouth. Slowly chewing and swallowing, she closed her eyes for a moment in silent appreciation. “Nobody cooks like Rose.” A fork pointed at him, she continued, “You’re spoiled rotten.”
“Got that straight.” He swiped a small crumb that had fallen from her fork to the polished wood table. Tasting the morsel, he stopped and relished the rightness of having the people he cared about most gathered together in his kitchen. Heartfelt words slipped out before he was aware of it. “It’s so good to have you back.”
Annie paused. “Thank you, Will.” She sounded almost shy.
“Are you saying all I have to do to keep you here is keep the pie coming?” Rose asked.
“That’ll do it,” Annie agreed, eyes still locked on Will as she sat back down. “Of course, you’ll be rolling me down the front steps when I leave,” she added.
“You just got here. Don’t start talking about leaving,” Rose moaned.
“Rose,” Will reminded softly. They’d discussed this topic after Annie’s phone call.
Don’t get your hopes up, he’d said.
He thought Rose would collapse when she heard about the attack on the Kenyan border clinic. A bullet hit Annie’s leg. They’d received a late-night phone message from the U.S. Embassy informing them Annie was in a Nairobi hospital.
Will’s jaw clenched as he remembered. Then and there he decided to call and demand she come home—at least until she healed. Before the call went through he’d already determined he wouldn’t allow her to draw him into an argument.
Her quick wit and sharp tongue he could handle. The acquiescence he heard in her voice was a sucker punch to his gut. Annie was scared and wanted nothing more at that moment than to return to the States.
But for how long?
Now that she was here, it would be difficult for Rose to let her go again.
“I know, I know,” Rose said, stirring the potato salad with vengeance. She turned her head, using the corner of her apron to wipe moisture from her eyes.
Rose’s heartfelt response slammed into Will. A surge of protectiveness for the woman who’d mothered him for so long welled in his chest.
He glanced at Annie, who sat at the table looking miserable and seeming unsure what to do. For the first time in a long time, Will sent up a prayer. He didn’t set much stock in them anymore, but Annie defied rational thought. Will was more than frustrated, so he prayed for some kind of intervention, hoping there was a way to make Annie stay.
Pulsuz fraqment bitdi.
