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  “So you two were never…husband and wife.”

  “No.”

  “It was never a true marriage, but somehow there is Nanette.”

  “The night before,” Mimi whispered.

  “Yegods,” her father said. “Mimi, I do not want to know one more thing than what you just told me.” He leaned back in the chair, staring at her. “Damn it, I do! Mimi, if you and Mason were together the night before your wedding, why didn’t you just…call the whole damn thing off?”

  “I couldn’t!” Mimi jumped to her feet. “What would it have changed, Dad? Mason wasn’t going to walk with me down the aisle! I could have spent the rest of my life loving him, and it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference. And at that point, I had you to think about! How many years did you think of me first before yourself, Dad, after Mom left?” She shook her head, her tears too great to keep back. “I was determined that you leave the earth knowing I was happy if it was the last thing I did. And I did it.”

  “Yes, you did.” Her father rubbed at his chin. “And that baby brought me right back, I’ll admit. Brought out the fighting spirit in me. But, Mimi,” he said, his tone still surprised, “what does Mason say now?”

  “Mason is a miserable mule.” Mimi tore at her eyes with a piece of tissue, swiping away the water but not the pain. That would never go away. “He took Nanette.”

  A frown crossed her father’s face. “Took her?”

  “To live with him. For good.” Mimi sat again, feeling faint. “He said that a child needed its father.”

  “And its mother, when matters work out best,” her father said.

  “I don’t feel any differently than he does,” Mimi said, recognizing a trace of bitterness in her own voice. “I know the pain of abandonment. I would never allow Nanette to grow up without her mother.”

  “I’m sure Mason isn’t thinking clearly right now,” he said, “but you two need to talk.”

  Mimi shook her head. “He’s not in the mood to talk to me.”

  “I don’t care about moods. I care about Nanette.” Her father patted her hand. “She’s blessed, you know. She has two parents to love and care about her, even if they neither one think straight all the time. Surely it’s not as bleak as it seems, honey.”

  “It feels horrible.”

  “Mason wasn’t walking out on you,” her father said. “It’s really all about his child.”

  “What does that mean?” Mimi asked. “I should stop loving Mason? Or be glad that he’s so stubborn about being with Nanette?”

  “Maybe yes, maybe no. But you’ve got two different emotional paths warring inside you, Mimi, and that’s no way to help yourself. Or Nanette. Decide if you want to fight for your daughter, or fight for Mason. Because right now your heart is breaking two ways.” He rubbed her cheek and touched her hair. “I’m sorry I made you feel that you had to take care of me.”

  “Oh, Dad,” Mimi said, taking his hand in hers to rest against her cheek. “I’m never going to apologize for loving Mason, and I’m never going to be anything but deliriously happy that Nanette is my daughter. You got well. Brian married his girlfriend. Somehow I thought everything would work out….”

  Mimi lowered her head. And that was when she realized what she’d really thought would work out, her deepest secret: she’d been waiting for Mason.

  She was his for the taking, and she always had been.

  MASON LOOKED DOWN at his daughter as she lay sleeping in the guest room, which would now need to be converted into Nanette’s bedroom. He felt a sense of excitement at the thought and an overwhelming need to catch up in her life. How did he tell this child that he was her father and not her beloved uncle? When should he tell her?

  When I have completely absorbed it myself. And that was going to take some time. But he missed the moments when she might have called him Dad or Father. Daddy. Many of his brothers had children, or had them on the way. He’d never known when or with whom he’d have children.

  Maybe because he’d always been waiting on…something. He didn’t know what. Impatiently, he brushed away those wistful thoughts and focused solely on the child sleeping soundly in front of him.

  My daughter. My child. My very own.

  It was a heady thought, even more wildly satisfying than staying on the meanest bull, or being elected sheriff, or anything in his life, for that matter. He’d done a lot of good things, and some not so admirable, but this…this child was as near to an angel as he figured anyone could be.

  He had to tell his brothers, when the time was right. He went to sink into a rocking chair so he could sit and watch Nanette sleep, and as he sat, the terrible thought hit him that maybe his brothers already knew.

  Last, for example, had looked at him strangely once when Mason had told Nanette that one day he wanted a little girl just like her. In fact, Bandera had asked him if he wanted to take Mimi and Nanette up in one of their hot air balloons at their honeymoon resort. Be a real family, Bandera had said, but Mason had waved him off, as he waved off all his brothers about everything.

  “Damnation,” Mason said under his breath, wondering just how much his brothers had figured out. And if he found out that they did know—or that Mimi had told any of them—he was going to put a firm boot up any brother’s ass that hadn’t shared the news. If he found out that any brother of his had sided with Mimi by keeping such a secret from him…

  His neck felt tight, and his skin turned hot. Mason told himself to calm down. He wouldn’t be so angry if Mimi had told him in the first place, and for that he would never forgive her. Anger brewed deep inside him. How could she?

  Because life was a game with Mimi Cannady. She was fun and high-spirited, and he’d always loved that side of her the best. Funny how he hadn’t expected the very side that lured him to be his downfall.

  His chest became even tighter as he wondered who else had known he was a father. Brian, of course. Widow Fancy knew because he’d made her look up the birth certificate Mimi had filed in the county records. There, plain as could be, was Mason Jefferson typed on the line for Father. No doubt the sheriff knew, as well.

  Embarrassment burned inside him.

  “Bro.”

  “Shh.” Mason turned to look at Last, who had poked his head around the door. “What are you doing here?”

  “Valentine and I left a cake on the table for Helga. Tomorrow is her birthday. We want you to hide—What’s wrong?”

  Mason shook his head. “Nothing.”

  “Something’s wrong. You look like you’ve got a stomachache.”

  “No.”

  Last frowned at him. “Okay. I still say you look like you ate something that didn’t agree, and you’re always pretty sour looking, Mason, so if I think—”

  “Last, get the hell out,” Mason said, his voice low.

  Last disappeared from the doorway. Nanette turned over in her sleep, her eyes closed tightly like a china doll’s. Surely she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever laid eyes on, Mason decided. She’d always been a lovely little sprite moving through his life; he’d always loved her. But now that she was all his, love for her nestled even deeper inside his heart.

  He was very angry with Mimi for stealing his time with Nanette from him, but she’d given him a wonderful miracle, too, he slowly admitted. Who could have imagined that something as sweet as a child could come from such a moment of fiery lovemaking?

  After that night with Mimi, he’d felt guilt. He’d felt remorse, and he’d felt crazed in the head. But he’d never regretted it. It would be a lie to say he had. Even when she’d walked down the aisle with Brian, Mason had been glad he’d loved her. All practicality told him that she was better off with Brian, and he’d let her go. It had never been his intention to steal her away from her intended.

  Only he supposed he had. Mimi couldn’t have conceived a child with Brian while she was pregnant with Mason’s child, and he supposed Brian hadn’t wanted to raise another man’s baby. It would have been too much for a
new marriage to handle. He felt momentary guilt that perhaps she’d never had a chance to make her marriage work because of him.

  The fact was, he couldn’t keep his thoughts away from her, and that night he couldn’t keep his hands off her. She’d been upset over her father’s condition, and he’d comforted her. Without planning it, he had allowed that comfort to spiral into acting on his feelings and he had made love to her with every fiber of his being.

  No, he didn’t regret that. And her marriage…well, that was one more seed of guilt he’d end up reaping one day.

  He sat up, astonishment hitting him. “Nanette Jefferson,” he said out loud. Not Cannady. Jefferson!

  “Mason,” Last said, peering around the door more cautiously this time, “I hate like hell to bother you, but—”

  “That’s my child,” Mason said, pointing to Nanette gleefully.

  “Yes, yes, she’s our child, all of us adore her. But, Mason—”

  Mason got up, barely able to keep the grin off his face. “That’s my daughter. Not Brian’s. Mine.”

  Last stared at him. “Are you insane? Mason, I really think you need to come downstairs and let Calhoun and Fannin and me spell you for a bit. You’ve been working too hard.”

  “Nanette Jefferson,” Mason said, stubborn in his joy.

  “Are you…getting married?” Last asked.

  “Hell, no,” Mason said. “I’m getting proper papers filed, is what I’m going to do.”

  “Proper papers?” Last frowned. “To do what?”

  “To declare Nanette as mine. To change her name. All that stuff that fathers do when they become fathers.”

  “Did you fall down the stairs and hit your head?”

  “No,” Mason said, “and when you figure it out, you’ll realize you’re Uncle Last.”

  Last blinked. “You’re going to scare Mimi with all this crazy talk.”

  “Mimi scared me,” Mason said. “She told me yesterday that Nanette is my child.”

  Last’s jaw dropped. “So that’s what Bandera was hinting about!”

  “Bandera?” Mason stared at his youngest brother. “Does he know? Has he known all this time? And kept it from me?”

  “Uh, I don’t think so,” Last said, clearly backtracking or confused. “Now that I think of it, he said that he wished Nanette was your child so he could be Uncle Bandera.”

  “I’m going to put my boot—”

  “I know, I know.” Last held up his hand. “What difference does it make if Bandera knew, Mason? If Mimi had taken him into her confidence, he wouldn’t tell you. None of us would go back on a confidence.”

  “She’s my daughter!” Mason exclaimed. “I had a right to know!”

  Last pulled him into the hall, closing the door. “Would you stop shouting into her subconscious?”

  Mason blinked. “What?”

  Last looked at him impatiently. “Nanette is hearing every word you say!”

  “She’s asleep.”

  “And hearing you bellyache. Now look, you can’t be sore at all of us because once again you’re all twisted up at Mimi. Mimi’s had enough to deal with, and if she didn’t figure you’d be much of a support system, then she didn’t lean on you. She probably didn’t tell you after she found out she was pregnant because she was married. For heaven’s sake, Mason, you can understand that. After all, it’s not exactly like Valentine was thrown a welcome reception by any of us when she told us she was pregnant with my daughter.”

  “Yeah, but you were having a weird phase.”

  “And you’ve been having a weird phase for years. I’m sure Mimi was scared out of her wits that you’d react somewhat the way you’re reacting now.”

  “Mimi kept her from me,” Mason said, angry.

  “It’s okay, Mason. It’s not like Mimi had her in a different city and you never got to see her.”

  Mason glared at him. “She should have been on the ranch, where she belonged.”

  “And she was, most of the time. Mason, you should be happy you’ve got flesh and blood of your own without a wedding ring. You never wanted to get married, anyway.” Last looked at him curiously. “So quit yer bitchin’.”

  Mason felt his chest heave. Last didn’t understand. Mason didn’t understand, himself. Too many new and different emotions were roiling his good sense.

  “Jeez, Mason, I didn’t spend any time with my daughter when she was young because I was being a jerk. You at least got to spend all the time you wanted with Nanette, and still can. Don’t waste time being a dunce. That’s all I have to say.”

  “It’s not that easy.”

  The front door slammed. Both men peered over the stairwell in time to see a tiny blond whirlwind rush up the stairs. “I’m coming to kiss my daughter good-night, Mason,” she said, brushing past the both of them, “so shut the hell up before you even say a thing.”

  “Whoa,” Last said, “female troubles?”

  “I don’t know,” Mason said, frowning. “I’d be the last person she’d share that with.”

  “Not her, Mason. You. Are you having female issues?” Last sighed with exasperation. “Are you and Mimi fighting?”

  “Yes,” Mason said. “I can answer that question affirmatively.”

  Last peered in the bedroom. Mason did, too, not really all that surprised that Mimi had decided to run right over his line in the sand. “Did you take Nanette from her, Mason?”

  “Nanette belongs here, on the ranch that is her birthright,” Mason said. “With her father.”

  “You ass,” Last said under his breath. “You have no concept of how to woo a woman.”

  “I don’t want to woo Mimi. I want to kick Mimi’s little tail.”

  “Sure.” Last nodded. “And you were saying that the whole time she was going down the aisle with Brian—after you’d made love to her? I seem to remember sitting near you, and you looked pretty stone-faced, very determined to be Your Royal Hardheadedness.”

  Mimi stood, after making sure a sheet was tucked around Nanette. She placed Nanette’s favorite small pink giraffe next to her, then Mimi walked to Mason and Last. “You’re going to have to find a better way to handle this,” she said. “You can’t have everything your way. I know you’re angry, but you’re going to have to eventually calm down and think through what’s best for Nanette.”

  She left, her sandals moving smartly down the stairs and out the door, which she closed quietly.

  “She has a point, you know,” Last said. “This could get weary for everyone if you don’t chill out a bit.” Last clapped him on the back. “Whoever would have thought you had it in you, you ol’ sourpuss? After all the years you sang the Condom Song for us, specifically for me, it turns out you had a shower without your raincoat.” Last grinned hugely, not about to be denied his crowing.

  Mason sighed, knowing he full well had it coming—from all his brothers. “One time,” he muttered. “One time.”

  “One shot’s all it takes, bro,” Last said gleefully. “If your rifle’s straight and well-oiled. And it appears you’d been taking good care of your equipment.”

  “Last,” Mason said, his tone warning.

  “Well,” Last said, “I never thought I’d say this, but congratulations, Mason. You’re a dad.”

  Mason was about to grunt a reply when Last continued. “A bachelor dad, of course. A single father. An unwedded man who will one day pay for prom gowns and wedding dresses.”

  Mason jutted out his chin. “Thank you, Last. You can go now.”

  Last turned serious. “Mason, it couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy. Just be good to Mimi, okay? It’s your future lying in there next to the little pink giraffe. You don’t want to goof up the thing that means the most to you.”

  Last thundered down the stairs and went out the front door. Mason sighed, taking one last lingering look at his daughter, then headed toward his own room.

  Last was right about one thing: Nanette was his future. And she was staying right here with him, where she
belonged.

  He would be generous and allow Mimi to visit whenever she wanted, though. Underneath his anger, he really didn’t intend to keep her away from her child.

  As long as everything went his way.

  Chapter Three

  Mimi knew one thing: Mason could not have his way, at least not the way he was trying to have it. She opened the door to his house early the next morning and set her own suitcase down. “Good morning, Helga,” she said to the housekeeper, who was cleaning up after a very early breakfast. Two plates. One for Mason, one for Nanette. “Tomorrow, you can make breakfast for three.”

  Helga laughed. “Good. I wondered how long you’d stay away.”

  “Where are they?”

  “In the fields. Nanette is going to learn how to ride fence this morning.”

  Mimi picked up her suitcase. “I’m going to hide this upstairs for now. At least until I spring some changes on Mason.”

  “Mr. Mason doesn’t handle change very well,” Helga said with a smile.

  “He’d better learn to adapt. He’s about to meet the even more stubborn side of Nanette’s family tree.” She went upstairs, trying to decide on the best place to sleep. There were several empty bedrooms that had been occupied by the Jefferson brothers over the years, and Nanette had been sleeping in the guest room.

  Mason slept up here, too. A slight chill traveled over her skin as she gently swung open his bedroom door. His bed was made, and his dresser was tidy. A pair of jeans lay on the bed, as if he’d changed his mind about what he wanted to wear today. On the dresser was a picture of Mason and Nanette, posing beside Olivia’s horse, Gypsy.

  She knew she should be grateful that Mason was so crazy about their child.

  “You can sleep in here,” Helga said, her grin broad. “We can move Nanette here, too, and put Mason down the hall.”

  “I don’t think so.” Mimi backed away from Mason’s room.

  “A mother needs to be with her daughter,” Helga commented. “Always I had Kelly with me.”