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HIS COWGIRL VALENTINE
Chapter One
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Tess Aldridge had her back to the door of
her office located in the McCann ranch
house, but when she heard footsteps
entering the room, she knew immediately
who she would find when she turned
around. It had been two years since
Quinn McCann had last visited his
uncle’s ranch, but the man had always
had a wicked way of making her aware
of him, even when he’d been a boy.
She took a deep breath, trying to prepare
herself, but Quinn hadn’t come any
farther into the room. "So, are you
coming all the way in, Quinn, or are you
just going to stand there?"
Turning, she found him lounging against
the door frame, all dark hair and killer
green eyes, a grin on his face. "You
always were bossy, Tess. And direct."
Yes, but not as direct as he thought. If
she’d said just what she thought, then
he’d know…things she didn’t ever want
him to know. Still, she couldn’t hide the
pleasure that washed over her, looking at
him. He was just as she remembered
him: six feet of pure green-eyed male. "I
thought you might not show up."
"And miss Uncle Henry’s big moment?
He put a lot of money and manpower
into building that combination shelter
and community center. He’s always
helped people, including me. I couldn’t
miss being there when the center opens
and he finally gets recognized for the
things he’s done. Why would I stay
away, Tess?"
The look in his eyes was a challenge. He
was daring her to state the obvious. She
shouldn’t rise to the bait. It would be like
poking a bear, but somehow she had
never been able to keep herself from
poking at Quinn. "The celebration is on
Valentine’s Day, on your birthday. You
hate that day. There. You made me say
it."
He chuckled, a low sound that went
straight through her body. "I remember
the first time I ever saw you. I was
sixteen, my father had sent me here
because I was in trouble, and I was angry
about being banished from Chicago to
Montana. You were living with your
family in a cabin on the ranch and you
walked up to me and said, ‘I’ve heard
that you’re really bad.’ You sounded so
hopeful that I hated to tell you that I
hadn’t broken any laws. And now I have
to set you straight again. I don’t hate that
day. I just don’t acknowledge it."
He was lying. She knew it. He knew it.
But he had good reason to lie, so Tess let
him get away with it. "Well, I’m glad
you came." And then, because she never
could let anything too personal pass
between them, she added, "Henry misses
you."
"I miss him, too." And yet Quinn only
showed up every two to three years. It
had always been that way.
"I was sorry about your father."
He nodded, a look of dark pain in his
eyes. Then, in that way Quinn had
always had, he turned the subject. "Still
no ring on your finger, Tess?" he asked,
pushing away from the door frame and
moving closer to her. She braced herself
for impact, for that overpowering
awareness of Quinn that she had felt
from the first minute they’d met, back
when she’d been a skinny fourteen-year-
old with a long blond braid and he’d
been her reluctant hero who had teased
her mercilessly but never told her to get
lost.
She held up her ringless hand. "The
diamond’s so big that I can’t wear it
when I’m going over your uncle’s books.
It’s hard to work the keys on the
computer when my finger’s so weighed
down," she teased, conjuring up a fantasy
engagement. "It’s quite the rock. He’s a
billionaire and totally crazy about me.
How about you? Still swearing off love
and romance and marriage?"
"Always have, always will." He said it so
lightly and yet she knew there was
nothing light about Quinn’s reasons for
not getting involved.
Tess tilted her head in acknowledgment.
"How long are you staying?" But she was
pretty sure she knew the answer.
"Just a couple of days. Until Uncle
Henry’s celebration is over." And then
he’d be gone again, back to Chicago or
Germany or Italy or one of the other
places his small-garage empire brought
him. Back to a world she knew nothing
of. Gone. Just like always. "I’ll bet
you’ve put a lot of work into this party."
She smiled. "Henry deserves it, and the
center is amazing. Besides, times are
tight, and people need somewhere special
to go on Valentine’s Day that won’t
break the bank."
"You were always the romantic."
She managed not to blush. "I was a silly
teenager."
He frowned. "I didn’t mean to embarrass
you. You were sweet, and I was just…
me, which was never your fault. Besides,
I just meant that you have a soft heart for
people in love, for holidays and for…
pink," he said, indicating her rose-
colored pencil-slim skirt and pale pink
blouse. "For a while there, you even wore
pink boots when you were roping
calves."
"How do you know I still don’t wear
pink ones?" she teased. "Just because I’m
not wearing them now doesn’t mean
they’re not pink."
"Tess? Sweetheart? What are you talking
about?" a different male voice asked.
Tess nearly groaned. She turned. Leo
Baldwin, a cowboy she’d dated once or
twice, had just come in through the front
door. He was staring at Quinn through
the open door of her office.
Leo clearly thought she and Quinn had
been talking about something other than
her boots. She could see the
consternation on his usually smiling face,
and she held back a sigh. She and
Leo had gone on those dates, and…he
was nice, but dating him had been a
mistake. It had interfered with their
working relationship, and while she’d
had fun, Leo had tried to move much too
fast for her.
"Is this McCann?" Leo demanded.
Tess started to open her mouth, but
Quinn raised one dark eyebrow, his
attention on Leo. "Yes, I’m Quinn
McCann. Who are you?"
And just like that, Leo moved to Tess’s
side. "I’m the man who means to marry
Tess."
***
Quinn’s mind reeled. He’d been sure that
Tess had been kidding about an
engagement ring. Despite the fact that
she’d had a crush on him when they were
teenagers—at sixteen she’d climbed on a
step stool, closed her eyes and invited
him to kiss her—they had survived all of
that and had been teasing each other all
the years since. At least during the few
days they actually saw each other every
few years. He thought he knew her pretty
well, but despite the fact that she’d been
grown up for a long time, he’d never
really thought about her dating other
men. Even though, of course, she would
be.
Tess had grown from a long twig of a girl
into an awkward, gangly but pretty
young adult, and now she was a tall,
shapely full-fledged woman. With curves
that any man would want to explore and
with legs that could make a man’s mouth
go dry. And a man, apparently, who
intended to marry her. Quinn struggled to
take all of that in without visibly reacting
to it. Tess was a perceptive woman and
not one to beat around the bush. If he
reacted the wrong way, she would jump
right on that.
"I’m…glad to meet you, Leo," he said.
Even though, for some reason, he wasn’t.
"Leo, stop telling people we’re getting
married," she said.
"I didn’t. I said that I intended to marry
you. You know that. I’ve made no secret
of it, sweetheart."
"Leo, calling me sweetheart on the job is
totally inappropriate. Especially when
you do it in front of other people and
when I’ve asked you not to."
"There were no other people around
when you told me that the other day."
"There were…there were cows."
She glanced toward Quinn, daring him to
say just one word. He fought his smile.
"Animals are very perceptive," she said,
directing her words toward him rather
than Leo.
"I know that, hon," Leo said. "I work
with them all day, and—"
"Speaking of work, why are you here?"
she asked suddenly. Then she looked at
him more closely. "Your arm, Leo," she
said, and all trace of irritation and
embarrassment fled. Leo’s arm was in a
black sling, and no matter what Tess’s
relationship was to him, good or bad
or…almost engaged, Quinn thought
grimly, Tess had always been a softie.
Darth Vader could come in with his arm
in a sling and she would coo and fuss
over him. "Let me look at it. Is it cut?"
She reached out to touch, and Leo
flinched away. "It’s fine. It hurts like hell
right now, but it’s just a sprain, and it’ll
be better real quick. The arm’s the reason
I’m here," he said. "I thought you might
hear about it and I just wanted to let you
know that I still intend to help you set up
for the celebration."
Tess crossed her arms. "The celebration
is the day after tomorrow and setup is
tomorrow. You’re not helping."
The man got a mutinous look in his eyes.
"I’m the man."
Uh-oh, Quinn thought, then realized that
Tess was glaring at him, not at Leo. Had
he laughed? Well, maybe just a little, but
anyone who knew Tess at all knew that a
guy never said, "I’m the man."
"Out," she said, pointing toward the door
and gesturing to Leo. "Now."
Leo, startled, backed into a bookcase and
jostled his arm. He winced, and Tess
looked worried. "Go take care of your
arm, Leo. Please."
"Okay, hon," he said, and he dove in for
a quick peck on the lips, missing only
slightly and hitting her half on the cheek
before winking at her and leaving.
"Mine," he mimed to Quinn just before
he left the room.
Background check, Quinn thought. Uncle
Henry was far too trusting. This guy
could be anybody. He could be trouble,
and he had designs on Tess. Before I
leave here I’m doing a background check
on him, Quinn decided. He knew all
about men who were trouble.
Heck, he had always been trouble, so he
knew the signs. And no troublemaking
son of a gun was going to get close
enough to hurt Tess. He’d make sure of
that.
Chapter Two
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Tess had never been a shy person, but
she felt perfectly awkward walking into
the living room, knowing that Quinn
would be there with Henry and he would
be operating from the assumption that
she and Leo were an item. Over the years
since she’d first met Quinn they had
sparred, she had once stupidly let him
know she had a crush on him and she’d
watched other girls walk away with him.
At least for the short time he
datedany woman before deciding things
were getting too serious. But somehow,
even with him visiting a few weeks every
couple of summers over the past fourteen
years, she’d never been dating anyone
when he’d been in Montana.
The truth was that she wasn’t seriously
dating right now, but it occurred to her
that she probably should be. Leo wasn’t a
man she could ever love deeply, but he
wasn’t a bad man, either. And there had
been others. Other chances for marriage
she’d turned down. All because…
"Tess, you shouldn’t have worked so
late. Come on in and visit with me and
Quinn. We see him so seldom," Henry
said with that big hearty voice of his. Not
for the first time, Tess wondered why
Henry had never married. He couldn’t be
more than sixty and despite his slight
portliness he wasn’t unattractive. He had
a big ranch, and women liked him.
Maybe Henry had a female version of
Quinn in his past, someone who stayed in
his thoughts and made it impossible for
him to move on. Maybe she didn’t want
to end up like Henry, alone when she was
pushing sixty. She needed to move on
and make a life for herself that didn’t
include Quinn.
"Can’t stay, Henry," she said. "I have
work to do."
"Work?" Quinn asked, raising his left
brow. "I thought you were done for the
day."
"It’s this darn celebration," Henry told
him. "She’s determined that it’s going to
be perfect."
"It will be perfect, Henry, even if things
go wrong," she said. "You’ll be there.
That’s all we really need. Except maybe
someone to help set up tomorrow. All my
volunteers are too old to climb ladders
and lift the heavy stuff, so I’ve got to go
shake the bushes and see if I can find
someone willing to help me on short
notice."
"You know that’s not necessary," Quinn
said in that deep voice that had always
done terrible, wonderful things to her.
"I’ve got two good hands and a strong
back."
She gave him an "are you kidding?" look.
"You graduated from hard manual labor
a long time ago, Quinn. I see references
to your businesses online whenever
you’re expanding your chain of garages.
During the past year you’ve gone
international. France, Belgium, Spain,
Japan. No manual labor for you."
Why was she goading him that way when
she knew he would only push back? She
didn’t want him to help her. She didn’t
want to spend any time with him in a
room decorated for romance when she’d
never been able to resist thinking of him
romantically. When she knew that full-
time romance was the last thing he ever
wanted. And yet, she’d never been able
to resist walking right into the fire where
he was concerned.
"Are you trying to goad me into beating
my chest and declaring that I’m a man
and I’ll prove it to you, Tess?" Quinn
teased. "I thought you didn’t like that
kind of thing."
She hoped she wasn’t blushing. "I don’t.
I’m not. I just…" Then she remembered
again why she shouldn’t be manipulating
Quinn into helping her. "I
really don’t think it’s a good idea for you
to help me," she said, getting firm with
herself and him. "I’ve really gone
overboard with the Valentine’s Day
theme. I want it to be romantic for the
couples who show up." She looked to the
side and saw that Henry was starting to
drift off in his easy chair, so she
motioned Quinn outside onto the
veranda. "You know you’ll be uneasy in
a setting like that."
"I’m a big boy. A grown man. I’m over
it."
"If you were over it, you wouldn’t have
such an aversion to love and marriage."
***
Quinn studied Tess, her blue eyes darker
and intense. There she went again, going
all nurturing on him. She’d always been
like that, and it had been more than he
could take. His throat had always started
to close up, his chest had felt tight and
painful, and the ensuing panic had
overtaken him. Every time. He couldn’t
allow anyone to get that close to him.
Caring too much for one person meant
risking losing that person, and he’d been
a front-row witness to how loss could
destroy a person’s soul.
He knew he’d hurt Tess at times by
simply blocking her out or walking away.
She’d never chided him for staying away
from Henry or from her and his other
friends for two years at a stretch, and yet
he knew she felt it was wrong. She was
right, but staying in one place too long
wasn’t an option. The moment anything
began to look permanent or too
emotionally demanding, he always
turned his back. Always.
"Okay, I’m over the avoidance of
the symbols associated with the day I was
born," he clarified. "That doesn’t mean
I’ve forgotten what it was like to watch
my father die every year at this time. He
told me about my mother’s death one
time, most likely in an attempt to explain
why he couldn’t celebrate my birth or
love me the way he should."
Quinn realized that he’d never shared the
story with Tess, even though he was sure
she knew it. His beautiful, French-born
mother, who had somehow fallen for his
tough, street-smart Chicagoan father, had
been crossing a street, nearly nine
months pregnant. She’d turned to wave
to her husband and had walked straight
into the path of a turning car. Her baby
had been saved, but she had not, and
Quinn’s father had slowly melted in on
himself over the years. He’d shut himself
up in his room every Valentine’s Day
that Quinn could remember. Romance,
loving too much, had destroyed him and
nearly destroyed Quinn, too, until Henry
stepped in and saved his butt and his
sanity. So no, Quinn would never be a
fan of the day or of the sentiment. He
wasn’t going to allow himself to feel so
deeply about someone that losing them
could ruin his life. Still, that didn’t mean
he wanted Tess to feel guilty about
celebrating Henry’s day and his
accomplishments.
"I’m a grown-up now, Tess. I can handle
the demands of the day. And don’t give
me that ’you’re too soft, Quinn,’ routine.
You know darn well that I love to roll
around in the dirt."
She studied him, a half smile on her face.
"I don’t think rolling around in the dirt
will be required, but all right. I can make
good use of your hands." She looked
down at his hands as she spoke, and
suddenly her words, the dusk, the quiet,
seemed to give new meaning to what she
had said. Quinn had an almost
overwhelming urge to touch her.
Bad idea. Horrible idea. But he did it
anyway. Reaching out, he touched just
one finger to her cheek, snagging a blond
curl and tucking it behind her ear.
She shivered, and he groaned. He
realized what a major mistake it had been
to come back this time. Or at least it had
been a mistake to get closer than a
room’s width to Tess. In the past when
he’d returned, he’d kept moving, going
out with old friends, guys he’d known, or
even women. He’d kept his distance from
Tess as much as possible, kept things
light at other times. What was different
now?
Maybe it was the personal nature of why
they were together, coming together over
Henry. And maybe it was because having
Leo ogling her had made it impossible to
think of Tess as anything but a desirable
woman.
"Don’t," she said as he raked a thumb
across her lips.
"Don’t touch you?" he asked on a groan.
"Yes," she said, but she was shaking her
head no. "Don’t." And for half a second
he thought he heard the softest of
murmurs that sounded like "Don’t stop."
But he could see from her devastated
expression that he was wrong. She
wanted him to back away.
Quinn lowered his hand to his side. He
turned and walked out into the night.
"What time at the hall tomorrow?"
"Seven o’clock," she said, her voice
shaky.
"I’ll be there." And not one second
sooner.
***
All the other volunteers were decorating
the hallway and entrance to the building.
Left alone with Quinn, Tess had to make
an effort to keep her hands from shaking
while she worked side-by-side with him,
and that wasn’t like her. She’d never
been the nervous type. She was, as Quinn
had said, the bossy type. Or, in the past,
he’d called her mouthy. Despite her
darned awareness of his nearness, she
couldn’t keep from smiling at that
thought.
"What are you smiling at, Tess?"
She looked down to where Quinn was
folding napkins, his fingers incredibly
nimble for a man with such big, strong
hands. Her breathing quickened. She
fought the sensation and forced herself to
keep things light. The way they’d always
been. "Nothing much," she lied.
"Thinking about Leo, maybe? Are you
going to marry him?"
Okay, moment of truth, she thought,
pausing in her task. Do it. Create some
distance, she ordered herself. "I’m going
to marry someone someday," she said.
She wanted love, a husband, babies.
"Leo’s a good man." Which wasn’t
exactly the same as saying she would
marry him.
"But you won’t marry him."
She frowned. "Why are you so sure of
that?"
Quinn stared down at her with those hot
green eyes of his that had slain so many
unfortunate women. "He’s not right for
you. You’d eat him alive. You’re
smarter, stronger, better. He’s not good
enough for you."
"Who is, then?"
He studied her, angling his head and
looking at her as if the answer were
written in her eyes. "Maybe no one."
Her heart sank. "Quinn," she said, a stern
sound in her voice. "That’s a terrible
answer. No woman wants to be that
good. Being good doesn’t keep a woman
warm on a cold Montana night." She said
it teasingly, but the teasing was just for
show.
Still, he smiled, that same smile that had
made her shiver so many times before.
"I’ve never been here in the winter
before. It’s cold today, but…just how
cold does it get?"
"Really cold. Icicles-hanging-from-your-
nose cold."
"Hmm, that’s pretty rough stuff. How do
you handle it? I’ve never even thought
about you freezing to death out here."
The self-derision in his voice, the
wonder, the concern made her want to
lean close. She fought it. Stay tough,
Aldridge, she warned herself. Stay
immune and…distant. Keep it light.
"We try to keep warm," she joked. "We
do things to keep our minds off the cold."
She waved her hand around, and
somehow it bumped into Quinn. He
caught her fingers, curved his palm
around her hand. As long as they’d
known each other, they’d seldom
touched, so every moment was
memorable. That must be the reason her
heart was beating so hard.
"You do things to keep your mind off the
cold," he said, drawing her hand against
the warmth of his chest. "Things like…
this?"
He gave a slight tug, bent his head,
cupped her jaw with his big palm.
Tess swallowed hard. Quinn is going to
kiss me, she thought. If he does, I’ll get
hurt. I should stop him. I should back
away, tell him no. She put out her palm
to stop him.
Chapter Three
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Quinn’s heart nearly stopped beating as
Tess placed her hand against his chest as
if she was going to push him away. Then
she curled her fingers into her palm and
slid her hand up, curving her arm around
his neck.
She waited. Her body was touching his,
making him insane, but he knew that she
wouldn’t be the one to take the next step.
She was probably remembering that
long-ago day when she’d pressed her soft
teenage lips to his and he had gently put
her aside and told her that she didn’t
want to do something they’d both regret.
It had been the only thing he could think
of to say when he’d really wanted to kiss
her. Even then, he had known that
starting something with Tess could ruin
both their lives forever. They’d lose their
friendship, things would change,
someone would get hurt. None of that
had changed at all, but…she had said she
would marry someone. Someone would
kiss her, keep her warm in the cold. I’ll
never get to kiss her after tonight, Quinn
thought.
The thought made him crazy, hot, wild.
He crushed her to him. Too fiercely at
first, as he fought to gentle his touch.
Her lips were crazy soft. They made him
want more. He dragged her closer, tasted
more, deeper. His heart was trying to
beat its way out of his body. Suddenly he
heard the scuffle of a shoe on tile across
the room.
Tess jumped back as if she’d just
discovered she’d been kissing a cobra.
"Tess? Quinn?" Hayley Niles stood in the
doorway leading from the hall and she
seemed uncertain of what to do or say.
Who could blame her? He had practically
been ready to sweep the napkins off the
table and crawl on top of it with Tess in
his arms.
"Sorry, Hayley. Just testing to make sure
the Valentine’s decorations created the
right mood. They do."
The older woman chuckled and went
back to whatever she was doing. Crisis
averted…except he was still breathing
heavy. Tess still looked as if she wished
she could go back and redo the past few
minutes. Heck, he did, too. That kiss had
been…unbelievable, wild, wonderful, but
not smart. "Should I apologize?" he
asked. "I didn’t exactly give you a choice
there."
Tess shook her head. "No." But she still
looked a bit shaky.
"You sure you’re okay? I could kick
myself for messing with you."
Those pretty pink lips turned down in a
frown. "It was just a kiss, Quinn. No big
deal. It was… It was…nice."
Nice. Nice? Quinn’s immediate reaction
was to reach out, grab her and try again.
It had been a lot more than nice. It had
been hot, heavy and…maybe he was
basing his assumptions on the fact that
he’d known her since she was a girl.
Maybe he was remembering her innocent
crush on him, and maybe she’d done a lot
of kissing since then with guys like Leo.
Had she been that unaffected while he’d
been losing his mind?
Quinn wanted to kick something, and he
didn’t want to think about why. Instead,
he forced a smile, excused himself and
went off to help some of the ladies who
needed him to move some tables.
***
Tess felt as if her entire body was aflame,
as if even her brain was on fire. Maybe it
was, because she certainly wasn’t
thinking straight. All she could think
about was Quinn’s mouth, his arms, his
hard, muscled body up against hers.
His…heat. She wanted a do-over, but
whether she wanted to reverse time so
that they hadn’t kissed or whether she
wanted him to kiss her again, maybe
about twenty more times…she refused to
even speculate. Because no matter what
she wanted, she wasn’t going to get it.
She knew that all too well. She’d been
half in love with Quinn from the day he
first entered her life, even though he’d
only been a cocky, too-tough boy and
she’d been a gawky, mouthy girl. But
young as she’d been, she’d known from
the get-go that he wasn’t available. She’d
had to keep all her thoughts and feelings
locked inside with only her diary as
witness. That had helped, until she
realized the journaling was only
perpetuating her stupid infatuation. That
was the day she’d kissed him, and he’d
looked horrified, and she’d known what
the word never really meant. Quinn
would never be hers, so she should just
erase that kiss from her thoughts.
Tess raised her hand. Without thinking,
she was nearly on the verge of swiping it
against her mouth as if to put thought to
deed, literally, when she glanced up and
saw Quinn frowning at her. Quickly, she
lowered her hand, bent her head and
returned to work.
She didn’t look up again until she had to
cross the room to check on the setup of
the head table.
"Here, let me help you, sweetheart."
Tess jerked her head up to see Quinn
helping elderly Mrs. Biggs, who could
barely walk, place a centerpiece in the
middle of the table. "Thank you, dear.
You’re such a nice man," Mrs. Biggs was
saying. Was the woman blushing? Yes,
she was, and…well, why not? She had a
handsome man calling her sweetheart
and jumping to her tune.
"Did you make these, Lorinda?" Quinn
asked. "That’s some fine craftsmanship,
and believe me I know. I deal with fine
craftsmanship every day in my garages.
Cars or floral arrangements, same
difference. Style is style. You’ve got the
touch."
Lorinda beamed. She looked a little less
tired and old.
Tess’s heart clenched. For the next half
hour she worked, but she also watched
Quinn circle the room, offering to help
where he could, praising the elderly
women and men, Henry’s friends, who
had shown up to make something special
for Henry’s big event. Quinn made them
feel important and not in a
condescending way. She got the feeling
that he was really enjoying himself,
except for the few times he glanced her
way. Then he simply looked troubled.
She couldn’t have that. He was worrying
about her, most likely concerned that he
had sent the wrong message and that she
was now thinking loopy, romantic
thoughts about him. Time to end all of
that. Maybe she should consider Leo
more seriously, or at least try harder to
find a man she could love who was really
available. Maybe Quinn needed to hear
her say that as if she meant it.
"Break time," she said, coming up beside
him as he finished carrying in some
heavy bags of supplies.
"Break time?"
Okay, she had sounded lame. Like some
overly perky room mother shepherding
her workers. "I thought you might like a
tour of the building, to see what Henry
made here," she said. "After all, he’s
your uncle, and he put his heart into
this."
He studied her, carefully. "I’d like that
very much. Lead on, Tess."
At first she was self-conscious in a way
she’d never been with Quinn. She was
too aware of him behind her, too nervous
about what she might have revealed in
that kiss.
"Here are the living quarters. Big enough
for a few people who need some
temporary aid," she said, showing off the
big living room with four bedrooms
leading off of it. "And here’s the nursery.
Henry made sure it was fully stocked and
kid safe. Nothing that couldn’t be easily
cleaned and sanitized but all things that
would delight the little ones." She
reached up and touched a mobile made of
stars and moons.
"I’ll bet you had a hand in this. Henry’s
generous to a fault, but style isn’t his
style," Quinn said with a smile.
"I might have gotten a little involved."
That made him chuckle. "Tess, I don’t
think it’s possible for you to get only a
little involved in anything. All those
people out there have been telling me
how much effort you put into this day.
The phone calls, the extra hours, the
research you did interviewing neighbors
in order to piece together the presentation
about Henry’s life."
"I wanted it to be nice for him. He gave
my father work for years. He hired me,
he treats me like a daughter, he helps
people who need help."
"Like me."
She laughed. "You were never helpless.
And Henry gets as much enjoyment out
of you as he gives back. You’re like the
son he never had."
"You see too much."
"I see the truth." And the truth was that
Quinn had always regretted that he could
never give her what she wanted from
him. He could never stay, only kiss and
go. It was wrong to let him think any of
what she was feeling was his fault. She
didn’t want him to regret touching her.
"What I also see," she added, "is that
we’ve missed one of the best parts of the
new building. Here." She opened two
wide doors and set the doorstops so that
the doors stayed open. Inside was a state-
of-the-art gymnasium, complete with a
track, a climbing wall, exercise
equipment and a basketball court. "It’s
been a long time, Quinn," she teased.
"Since I wiped the floor with you in
basketball?" he teased back.
"Since I beat the pants off of you in a
free-throw match," she countered.
"I’m taller than you. It wouldn’t be fair,"
Quinn told her.
"Who said anything about fair? I’m all
about winning." With that, she kicked off
her shoes, grabbed a basketball from a
nearby bin and began to dribble.
"Don’t make me chase you, Tess. You’ll
fall without shoes. And you’re wearing a
skirt. I have an edge."
"Excuses, excuses," she taunted,
knowing she was acting childish. But she
so badly needed to get past the kiss and
return to their old teasing ways. She
couldn’t survive loving Quinn any other
way. She dribbled toward the basket,
looping past him, barely out of his reach,
daring him, practically begging him to
play along, to help her fix things and
make them right again. Or at least as
right as they had ever been.
"You sure you want this?" he asked, and
the note in his voice seemed too serious.
"This is all I want," she promised. Her
words should have made him smile and
they did for half a second before he
looked concerned again. But then he
flashed a big smile and began to guard
her.
She pivoted and twisted and ducked
under his arm, sending the ball in a
curving arc that swished through the
basket.
"Oh, you’re good, Tess," he whispered,
his voice sounding more like a man
talking about making love than playing
basketball.
She swallowed hard. "I know I am," she
said in an answering whisper, forcing a
wicked smile to her lips.
The battle was on. They traded shots. She
ducked and dodged. He used his superior
reach and those long arms and legs made
for jumping and throwing. She was going
in for a shot that would tie the game
when her feet slipped and she stumbled
against Quinn. They went down together.
He landed hard on his back and she fell
on top of him, sprawling. But in her
struggle to get up, she touched warm,
bare skin where a button on his shirt had
twisted off in the fracas. And for the life
of her, she couldn’t push herself away.
She flattened her palm against his chest,
splayed her fingers, looked into his green
eyes only inches away from hers. His
mouth was so close. So very close and he
was lifting his head even closer, so…in a
second…in just a second…she was going
to be lost…
A loud sound sent both of them turning
toward the door. Henry was standing
there. Beside him, a bucket he must have
been carrying was rolling on its side. "I
see that I arrived just in time," he said.
"Who won?"
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"Tess won," Quinn said instantly, even
though he had still been a point ahead of
her. "You know, she’s got that extra
something."
Which was true in a lot of ways, he
couldn’t help thinking the next evening
when Henry’s party was in full swing
and Tess seemed to be everywhere at
once. Tending to people. Smoothing over
the rough spots and the glitches. Making
sure that every detail was perfect. The
food. The slide show. The music. The
guests. And even him.
"Are you okay?" she asked, a note of
concern in her voice. "It finally occurred
to me—too late—that it was rude of me
to throw this party on a day that might
make you sad."
He hated the fact that she was fussing
over him as if he were a child who
needed soothing, even though he knew
that wasn’t fair. Tess was just being Tess.
Caring. Helping. The fact that she was
talking to him like a child and not like a
man who had burned for her only
yesterday… That was just wrong of him.
She had obviously taken a big step back,
and he couldn’t fault her for that.
"I’m great," he said with a big grin.
Which might have been a mistake. Now
she was looking worried. "I’m not the
person who needs fussing over," he said,
putting his hands on her shoulders. "You
need to sit down for a minute. Visit.
Enjoy the evening."
She opened her mouth to protest, and he
turned her slightly. "Don, could you
make sure that Tess eats her dinner?
She’ll just protest if I tell her to, but
you’re her favorite veterinarian. You
cured her puppy and were there to bring
Skylar, her horse, into the world. Your
word is law to her. If you tell her to eat,
she’ll sit down for at least five minutes."
An older man at the next table laughed.
"Is Tess being stubborn, Quinn? Maybe
you just didn’t ask her in the right way."
"Maybe you should kiss her again,"
Don’s wife said, and Quinn felt Tess jerk
beneath his hands.
"That was just…nothing," Tess said.
"You know, Quinn and I have known
each other for years. And okay, I’ll eat."
She sat down, picked up a fork and began
to eat, her demeanor so docile that Quinn
knew she just wanted to move on and
forget yesterday.
"Good girl," he said, just as if she were
still fourteen. His words should have
elicited a protest or even a kick in the
shins, but she didn’t even look
up. Because she’s a woman now, you
idiot, he told himself. There was no
putting the genie back in the bottle. Tess
had grown into a beautiful woman. One
who deserved a good man, not one who
had spent a good portion of his life acting
out, breaking his father’s heart even more
than it had been broken already and
kissing women and then leaving them
behind the minute they got too close. He
knew how to make people feel good in
the short term, but he was trouble once
the days started turning into weeks and
months.
"Catch you later, Tess," he said, moving
off to the perimeter of the room. His
uncle was dancing with a fifty-something
woman and Henry was in his glory, a
man who had always lived life to the
fullest. Quinn’s heart lifted a little. Henry
had been very good to a messed-up kid,
even though Quinn had fought his
uncle’s rules. He deserved every
accolade he was getting tonight.
"Everything okay with Tess?" Henry
asked, coming off the dance floor.
Quinn knew that Henry hadn’t been
fooled by their casual dismissal of that
episode on the basketball court
yesterday.
"I wouldn’t hurt her for anything," he
told his uncle.
"Good. Man to man? I love you, Quinn,
but you’re hard on women. If you hurt
Tess, I’d have to take my cane to you
again."
Which he never had done. Henry was far
too gentle for that.
"I’d take a cane to myself before I hurt
her. But you don’t have to worry. Tess
isn’t a young, impressionable girl
anymore, Uncle. She has men pursuing
her, and she’s not interested in the guy
who used to torment her by pulling her
braid or telling her that she was a pain in
the butt and should get out of his room."
"Yes, she’s all grown up," Henry said,
and he sounded sad. "She’ll probably
marry soon."
Quinn knew that Henry was thinking the
same thing that he was. Tess would
belong to another man then, not to the
two of them. He patted his uncle’s arm.
"But tonight is yours—Tess is going full
steam and Arlene Wooten is making a
beeline for you. She has her dancing
shoes on."
His uncle laughed and turned back to
dance. Quinn continued his circle of the
room, his avoiding-Tess-and-thoughts-
of-Tess circle. Still, staying away too
long would be too noticeable, and he was
just getting ready to turn back when he
heard a familiar laugh.
"Don’t worry. Tess is going to marry me.
She just doesn’t know it yet."
Quinn looked toward Leo and saw Leo’s
friend staring back at him. "I don’t know.
Tess is pretty strong-minded," the friend
told Leo.
"She won’t be like that forever. You just
have to know how to handle someone
like Tess. I’m good at breaking horses
and even better at taming women. She’s
the one I want. Pretty, and she knows her
horses, knows how to run a ranch and
keep the books. The mouth and the
attitude can be worked on. Once I get her
pregnant, she’ll settle down and be
calmer."
Quinn was surprised at how quickly the
anger hit him. Despite his footloose and
thoughtless ways, he had never been a
violent man. But he wanted to plant his
fist into Leo’s face right now. The man
might like Tess, but not all of Tess. He
wanted to change her. That made him a
jerk in Quinn’s eyes. Any man who
wanted Tess had to want her all the way
—sassy mouth, stubborn attitude and all.
Like I do. The thought slammed into him.
Too bad for you. The next thought
followed quickly. He still wanted to hit
Leo, but this wasn’t the time or place,
and Tess was the one he needed to be
concerned with right now. She might be
falling in love with the jackass. She
needed to be set straight.
And she won’t thank you for the message.
She’ll probably kick you in the shins and
tell you where to get off.
The thought made him smile. He relished
battling with Tess.
***
Tess was tired. The evening was turning
out just as she’d planned, but the strain of
trying to pretend that she was unaffected
by Quinn’s touch was taking its toll.
Only until tomorrow, she thought. Then
he’ll be gone again. The pain was like a
living thing. You’d think she’d be used
to watching him walk away, and she was,
but it was different now. This time she
knew more of what she was being
denied.
"Hey, there. You need to get off your
feet." Quinn’s deep voice came from
behind her. She turned to see him giving
her a worried look.
"You know me. Go, go, go."
"Yeah, I do. You take care of everyone
but you. Come on."
"Where."
"Outside."
"I can’t leave. The slide show—"
"Won’t go on until you’re ready. People
are dancing and having fun. You can
snag a few minutes to breathe and get
some fresh air."
"Quinn, it’s February and cold in case
you’ve forgotten."
"That’s why we’re taking a coat." She
was surprised to see him pick up the right
one as they passed the coatroom. He
hadn’t been with her when they arrived.
"How do you know that’s mine?"
He gave her an "are you kidding me?"
look. "It has a huge ‘Cowgirl Up’ button
on the lapel, the coat isn’t boring black or
brown, like everyone else’s, and there’s a
bright pink scarf with it. Gotta be yours."
It was, but her heart hurt to think that he
knew her that well. "Well, you could
have asked," she said stubbornly, making
him laugh.
"I love your mouthy ways," he said.
Which wasn’t nearly the same as loving
someone. It was a lot like saying, "I love
chocolate," wasn’t it? Tess’s heart hurt
more.
"That’s kind of a backhanded
compliment, isn’t it, Quinn?" she said,
trying to tease.
"She never lets up," he muttered, but he
was still smiling as he said it. Then he
took her hand in his and led her out the
door. She wasn’t wearing gloves, and
Quinn’s warmth, the sureness of his
grip…she wanted to save up the feeling
to remember later. Stupid, she thought.
Hadn’t she just told herself that she
needed to move on? Yes, and nothing
had changed.
But she was wrong. As soon as they were
out the door and across the parking lot to
where a brand-new playground set was
located, she saw that Quinn wasn’t
smiling anymore.
"What’s wrong?" she asked.
"Don’t marry him, Tess. I know we
talked about this already, but don’t. He’s
not the man for you."
"You want to give a reason for that?"
"Not really. Let’s just say that my
conviction that he isn’t good enough for
you has been confirmed."
She raised her brows. "Is Leo cheating?
Not that he could be, since we aren’t that
far along, but…"
"I don’t think I want to hear the details of
how far along you are."
"I’m just saying…"
"Don’t."
"Have I told you lately how infuriating
you are, Quinn? You drag me out here,
obviously to discuss Leo, and then you
don’t want to discuss him. Us. Leo and
me."
"Okay, now we’re getting somewhere,"
he agreed. "I don’t want to discuss Leo
and you other than to say that there are
better men than him out there, and you
should choose one of them."
Tess looked at Quinn with sadness and
frustration. She’d finally been in Quinn’s
arms, felt his kiss, and he was counseling
her about marrying other men. "If not
Leo, then who is good enough for me,
Quinn? You?"
"No. I’m not good."
His automatic response, his utter
conviction cut at her. "I’ve heard you say
that before and I know why," she said,
crossing her arms in front of her. "But
I’m not buying it. I never have. You
didn’t kill your mother, Quinn."
He didn’t even blink. "Maybe not, but I
saw how difficult my father’s life was
because she died and I was all he got to
keep. He never recovered from her death.
His life ended that day. And even
knowing that, I acted out and made his
life even harder. I got in trouble all the
time.
"You said that you were all he got to
keep, as if you didn’t matter. Did he
abuse you?"
"No. He loved me."
"If he loved you, then his life wasn’t over
when your mother died. You were
important to him, just as you are to
Henry. You’re important to a lot of
people."
His eyes seemed to see too much. She’d
said too much. "I’ll bet you matter to a
lot of people," she corrected.
Quinn raised one hand, stroked it down
the back of her cheek. "Don’t let me hurt
you, Tess."
She bit at her lip. "I never have." Her
words came out too soft as she told the
lie. "I… Enough about me. This is
supposed to be a celebration, so…happy
birthday, Quinn," she said. "I know you
don’t celebrate it, but I’m celebrating it. I
hope you’ve had some happiness today. I
really do."
He shook his head. "Look at you. I’ve
teased you mercilessly over the years.
I’ve bossed you around, even tried to tell
you who not to marry," he said. "Why
would you turn around and be nice to
me?"
Tess managed to smile. "If you don’t
understand that, then you don’t know me
very well and you don’t know yourself so
well, either."
"Ah, I see. But you think you know me,"
he surmised.
"I do."
"What do you know then, Tess?"
She fought against her breaking heart. "I
know lots of things, but most of all, I
know that you’re leaving."
They stood there gazing into each other’s
eyes. "I wish…" he said, and then he
stopped.
"What? What do you wish?"
He shook his head. He reached out and
smoothed a stray curl off her forehead. "I
wish you a happy life," he told her and he
gently kissed her lips.
Silently, they turned together and went
back inside. She knew that by morning
he would be gone. It had happened
before, but this time it was different.
They’d crossed a line. He wasn’t coming
back. She was sure of it. And she was
equally sure that she had to end things
right, do something to make his life
happier. Somehow.
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Quinn had been miserable ever since he
got back to Chicago. Something had
happened in Montana with Tess,
something he’d never allowed to happen
before. He’d let his guard down. And
then he’d touched her, kissed her and,
ultimately, made her sad, he thought,
remembering how she’d looked at him.
What’s more, she’d gotten into his mind
and his heart, and now he couldn’t stop
thinking about her.
"Tough," he muttered to himself. "Get
used to the feeling. You don’t get to go
back and mess up Tess’s life. She’ll find
someone right for her." And probably
soon. Who could resist someone with
Tess’s beauty and spirit?
So, he worked. He tried not to think of
her and refused to allow himself to call
her. What could he say, anyway? Don’t
marry the cowboy? Marry me, a guy
who’s crippled emotionally and will
surely break your heart?
"Get out of here, McCann," he ordered
himself. "Get to work. Think about
something other than Tess."
He tried. He clicked on airline Web sites
and nearly bought a ticket to Montana,
then managed not to. Every day he
fought the same battles, and on the
outside, things looked great. His business
was thriving. He had money. If he
wanted to, he could have women, but the
thought of another woman’s lips after
Tess’s? Not happening.
Then one night he came home in a mood
to kick the table and found a package in
his mailbox. It was from Montana. Tess’s
name was on the return address. He tore
into it, ripped open the box and found
several small books. Diaries. A note was
attached.
"A belated birthday present: there are
parts of these I want to share with you.
Tess."
That was all. Quinn sank into a chair. He
looked at the dates on the diaries, flipped
the first one open. It began the summer
he had first arrived in Montana. Parts of
it were blacked out in permanent marker.
He couldn’t help smiling at that and
wondering what secrets Tess had found
too embarrassing to share with him. Not
your business, McCann, he thought. Just
read the parts she wants you to read.
He did. He read the first entry that began
like this: "Quinn saved Bumper’s life
today. He’s always teased me about my
dog, because Bumper is pretty ugly. And
he barks too much and tries to chew on
Quinn’s hand and drew blood once. I
think he’s jealous of Quinn. But when
Bumper ran out in front of a bicycle
today, Quinn dove for him and shoved
him out of the way. The bike caught
Quinn and he got cut up pretty bad, but
he didn’t even complain."
And then there was this: "Kerry Ann
Baker had a birthday party today and she
said we all had to wear dresses. I don’t
like wearing dresses. I look stupid and
skinny in them with my stick legs. I
worried that some of the boys would
make fun of me, and Quinn told me that
if even one boy looked at me funny, to
tell him and he would punch him for me.
Quinn knows I can do my own punching,
but it was still nice that he offered. I
didn’t even mind wearing a dress so
much after that. I bet even Kerry Ann—
who is super pretty—doesn’t have
someone like Quinn backing her up."
The part after that was blacked out, and
Quinn knew he shouldn’t try to read it,
but he did. It said this: "John Petrie said
that my boobs were too small, but I
didn’t tell Quinn. If he had hit John, he
might have gotten in trouble. Plus, I
didn’t want to tell Quinn about the boob
thing. He’s probably seen a lot bigger
ones, too, and I don’t want to think about
that. It makes me feel crummy."
Quinn’s heart hurt. He wished he could
go back in time and punch John Petrie—
secretly—for hurting Tess’s feelings. But
he couldn’t, and anyway, he remembered
John eyeing Tess at Uncle Henry’s party.
The man didn’t seem to have a problem
with her breasts anymore. In fact, he
probably wished Tess would let him get
close enough to examine them more
closely.
"Damn!" Quinn nearly tore the page,
thinking about John touching Tess. He
reminded himself it was his own fault
that he was angry. Those had been Tess’s
secret thoughts, and she hadn’t meant for
him to read them. He wanted to
apologize to her. Instead, he continued
reading. It was all there—years of
summers with Tess, every memory of
when he had helped her in some way, or
times when they had laughed, or once
when he’d held her while she cried when
her mother passed away. He remembered
that day so well. He’d felt utterly
helpless to help her. His arms had
seemed like such inadequate solace. But
years later, Tess had updated that entry
and noted that she couldn’t have gotten
through the day without Quinn.
It was obvious what she was doing. She
was trying to banish his ghosts, make
him believe that he had worth to her, that
he had made a difference. Wasn’t that
just like Tess? And didn’t he wish she
was here right now so he could thank her
for this gesture?
He read on, through the night. When he
got to the very last book, he realized that
she had set aside an entire diary for a
single entry. "I know you might not ever
come back, Quinn. Or, if you do, it won’t
ever be the same. You’ll always be sorry
you kissed me and treated me like all
those other girls. But I’m not sorry at all,
so don’t spend your life worrying that
you hurt me. Love, Tess."
Quinn nearly doubled over in pain. His
eyes burned and not from reading, either.
He tried to sleep and found it was
hopeless. And when morning came, he
made a decision. It might be the most
foolish, hopeless decision of his life. It
meant risking his heart, his pride and his
friendship with Tess.
He walked over to a dresser and picked
up a photo of his father that had sat there
for years. "You had more years without
her than you had with her. You tore
yourself up over her when she was gone.
I wonder… Was loving her worth all that
pain? Would you do it over again if you
had the chance to love her again, even
knowing the end?"
"I don’t know what your answer would
be, but…I know Tess," he said to his
father. "That’s all I have to go on."
Two hours later, he was on an airplane,
taking the greatest risk of his life.
***
Tess was facing the window when she
saw Quinn climb from a silver car and
walk toward the house. He was carrying
something. A package. She didn’t know
what. She didn’t care what. She just
grabbed the nearest coat and ran out the
door and down the stairs.
"Quinn, what are you doing here?" Her
heart began an erratic pounding. The
look on his face was so different from the
smiling, teasing Quinn she knew so well.
The look in his green eyes was so fierce,
so intense…. Did this have to do with her
diaries? Had there been something in
there that had made him angry?
"Quinn?"
"If John Petrie ever insults you again, I
will tear him limb from limb."
Tess blinked. She couldn’t help it…she
crossed her arms over her breasts. "You
weren’t supposed to read that."
"I know…but as I’ve told you many
times, I’m not a nice guy."
"I know. I was trying to get you to realize
that you’re wrong about that."
He stopped two feet away from her. "I
got that idea. You were very persuasive."
"Well, I…" I love you, she wanted to
say. Why are you so angry? she wanted
to say. "Quinn, why are you here?"
"I’m hoping that I can be persuasive,
too." His voice was low. The expression
in his eyes softened.
"Quinn?"
"You want to know why I came halfway
across the country? I came for this." He
reached for her, pulling her into his arms.
"Just punch me if I’m wrong, Tess. Don’t
stand for anything you don’t want." And
then his lips came down on hers. He
kissed her again and again. "Come with
me," he said.
Her heart was overflowing. She nodded.
He frowned. "Just like that. No questions
asked?"
"I figure that you’ll tell me what you
want, in time, and I do have one
question."
He waited.
"Did you really come back here just to
kiss me?"
He touched his fingertips to her lips.
"No."
Her heart plummeted, but by then he was
leading her toward his car. When he
opened the rear door, she saw that it was
packed with things. Packages, balloons,
flowers. "What’s this?" she asked.
"Years of missed opportunities. Years of
valentines I never gave you, Tess."
Pain and longing and…desperate, crazy
hope filled Tess’s soul. She was so afraid
to hope. What if he was just being nice?
"And there’s one thing more." Quinn
reached inside and pulled out a small
book. He handed it to her.
She looked at the cover. It was a diary,
brand-new. "I’m sorry there aren’t a lot
of pages," he told her. "I wanted to get to
you quickly and I was writing from
memory."
Tess opened the diary. Taking Quinn’s
hand, she led him back to the house and,
sitting down on the nearest chair, she
began to read about a skinny, sweet,
ferocious and fiercely protective young
woman and how Quinn had had to work
so hard to keep his distance from her
over and over and over, summer after
summer after summer. "I never knew it
was my own heart I was protecting," the
last page said. "I thought I was protecting
you from me. All these years, these
magic summers, I tried not to love you.
But it hasn’t worked. I love you, Tess.
And I always will, no matter the risk."
Tess looked up into Quinn’s eyes, and
tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Tess," Quinn said, pulling her up into
his arms. "I’m sorry. I’m such a jerk. I
made you cry. Is it… Do you love some
other guy? Are you… Is it Leo? Tell
me."
The tears were still flowing, and Tess hid
her face against Quinn’s chest. "Leo?"
she asked, her voice muffled. "No, you…
Quinn, you are such a frustrating man."
"I know. I’m an idiot."
"No, you’re not," she said, pulling back
to gaze up at him. "You’re wonderful.
And I love you. I’ve always loved you."
Quinn’s answering smile was brilliant.
He pulled her close and kissed her. "Will
you marry me, Tess?"
She laughed. "I think I’ve been waiting
forever to marry you. Yes."
He picked her up and twirled her around.
"Good. Because I don’t want to wait any
longer, even though I’d like to do
something romantic like marry you on
Valentine’s Day."
Tess shrieked. "Wait a whole year?
Quinn, I want to marry you now." She
rose up on her toes and kissed him.
"You amazing woman. Do you know
how much I want you?" He pulled her
closer and devoured her mouth.
"I still live in the cabin," she said when
the kiss ended. "We could take all those
presents there."
Quinn smiled down at her. "How did I
not see that you were the woman for me
all along?"
"You were just temporarily blinded with
good intentions, Quinn, but that’s all
over now."
And they quickly went back to the car
and drove off.
***
When they returned to the ranch house
hours later, Henry was there waiting. "I
saw you drive in earlier. You’ve been off
with Tess a long time. Am I going to
have to take you to the shed and teach
you a lesson, Quinn?"
"You could do that," Quinn said, smiling,
"but I’d rather you just give the bride
away."
Henry’s answer was to enfold both of
them in a hug. "It’s about time. Will
you… Where will you want to have the
wedding?" he asked, stepping back.
"Here. Home," Quinn said. "We’re
staying here…if Tess doesn’t mind."
She launched herself into Quinn’s arms.
"Yes, you wonderful man. I hope you
know that you’re the man of my dreams.
If you don’t…"
Quinn lifted one dark brow. "If I
don’t…"
She laughed. "I’ll write it in a diary."
THE END