Rocky Mountain Brides: Raising the Rancher's Family. Patricia ThayerЧитать онлайн книгу.
a wonderful home.
She headed for the kitchen in search of the new owner. In the doorway she stopped to see Holt Rawlins standing at the old stove, a towel tucked in the waist of his faded jeans. He wore a chambray shirt and scuffed boots.
She smiled. If only she had her camera.
A sullen Corey was busy setting the table and neither one were talking. Disappointed, she’d hoped that some sort of bonding would take place between the two. Obviously that was going to take a little more time. So as not to disturb them she was about to return to the bedroom when Corey looked in her direction.
“Leah,” the boy called. “You’re awake.”
Upbeat, she walked into the kitchen. “I sure am. I smelled breakfast and couldn’t wait to eat.” She looked at Holt. “What do you need me to do?”
“Nothing,” Holt said. “I have everything under control. There’s coffee in the pot.”
Even in his own home, he was a man of few words, she conceded. She went to the coffeemaker. Once she doctored her brew, she took a long sip. “It’s good.”
Holt continued cracking eggs into the skillet. “How can you tell? You add so much cream and sugar.”
“Not so much. It’s just most men make it so strong.”
He gave her a sideways glance. “I’m not most men.”
True, she’d never met anyone like him. Someone who was so stubborn, brooding…handsome.
“How did you sleep?” he asked.
“Not too bad.”
Their gazes locked, and Leah’s heart began to race. She doubted it had anything to do with the caffeine. “So, how long have you been up?” she asked.
“Since five-thirty.”
“You should have got me up. I could have helped with the chores.”
“We finished them fast,” Holt assured her.
“You and Zach?”
“And Corey.”
The boy walked to the cupboard and took down plates. “Holt woke me up to help feed the horses.”
She set her mug on the counter. “Well, on a ranch there are chores that have to be done. Animals have to be cared for.”
“That’s what Zach said,” Corey told her as he carried the plates to the table. “Do you know that Lulu is going to have a foal in a few weeks?”
“I remember Lulu,” Leah said, recalling John’s favorite mare. “A pretty chestnut.” A loaf of bread was on the counter. She took out four slices and dropped them in the toaster.
“Zach said that if I’m here I can watch the foal being born. He said it’ll be Holt’s first time, too, because he never lived on a ranch until four months ago. He came from New York.” The boy took a breath and went to get the flatware. “Have you ever been to New York?”
Leah glanced at Holt and saw him in a whole new light. So the man was trying. “Yes, I have, Corey. It’s a big place,” she answered.
“I only lived in Texas and Colorado. My dad used to work in the mines until they shut down.” The boy’s expression grew sad. “He couldn’t get a job after that and we had to move a lot.”
Before Leah could comfort him the back door opened and Zach walked in. “Hey, looks like I’m right on time.”
Corey went to him. “Breakfast is almost ready, Zach. After we eat can I go with you and Holt to feed the herd?”
The older man frowned. “That all depends. We still have to finish some chores around here.”
“I can help, too.” The boy’s eyes lit up. “I’m a good worker. I made my bed and cleaned up the bathroom like Holt asked.”
“That’s good, because everyone around here has to carry their weight.” Zach poked the boy in the stomach and made him laugh. “First, we need to eat so you can put some meat on your skinny bones.”
“Breakfast is ready,” Holt called as he carried a platter of eggs and bacon to the table.
Leah buttered the toast, then took her contribution and set the plate down next to a jar of jelly. After the food was distributed, Corey asked if she was going to come with them.
“I need to go into town this morning.” She caught a sad look from Corey. “Just to pick up some clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few hours. In fact, I’ll fix dinner tonight.”
“Promise?” the boy asked.
The panic on Corey’s face caused her pain. If she could help it, she’d never break another promise to a child again.
“That poor boy,” Claire Keenan said as she sat across from Leah at the inn’s kitchen. It was probably the first time her mother had been off her feet in hours.
“So I didn’t feel I had a choice. I have to stay at the ranch.”
“First thing this morning, I called Esther Perkins at the church. She’s rounding up some clothes for the boy.”
“Thanks, Mom. I’m also going to stop by the trading post and get him some underwear and socks—and a pair of shoes. He has a pair of old tennis shoes that I don’t think even fit him.” She thought about Corey’s former foster family and got angry all over again.
“I know you’ve wanted to help this child, Leah, but I’m concerned about you, too. You’ve gotten so involved in the situation…Are you going to be all right when he goes to a foster home?”
Leah wasn’t ready to talk about her own demons. She only knew that she couldn’t walk away from this boy…Not like she had before with another child in another place, another time.
“It’s Holt Rawlins who’s taken the responsibility for Corey. I’m just helping him out.”
“You’ve moved out to the ranch. I’d say you were helping quite a bit.”
“Mom, how can you talk when years ago you and Dad took us in.”
Claire Keenan smiled, tiny lines crinkling around her beautiful eyes. “Outside of marrying your father, it was the best day of my life. And from the moment we saw you, we fell in love with you, Morgan and Paige.”
Leah grasped her mother’s hand across the table. “And I love you and Dad. But please try to understand that since I’m the one who found Corey I do feel responsible.” She blinked back tears. “It sounds crazy, but it’s as if I were meant to help him.”
“And he’s lucky to have you,” her mother continued. “I’m just concerned about what happens when you have to leave for your next photography assignment.”
Leah didn’t want to think about that. “I’d never hurt Corey intentionally.”
“I know, but a lot of people deserted him in the past.”
She groaned. “I have six weeks off. Maybe he’ll be in a good foster home by then.”
“Or maybe Holt Rawlins will keep the boy with him.”
Leah frowned. “Well, they were getting along better this morning.” But Holt as a foster parent? That was too much to expect. “I assume Holt will be going back to New York.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
They both turned as Morgan walked into the kitchen.
Dressed in a far too long and loose fitting dress, her sister seemed determined to play down her beauty. She came to the table. “Mr. Rawlins has taken the Silver R Ranch off the market,” she told them.
“Holt Rawlins is going to stay and run the ranch?”
Morgan