A Marine for His Mom (Sugar Falls, Idaho) Read online

  Marissa didn’t really care what the town was called. She’d come back many times over the years—to see her aunt. To see her best friend, Liz. To see Liz’s three young daughters. And then to attend Liz’s funeral.

  Never to see Grady.

  He didn’t like her anyhow. And since Liz’s death nearly two and a half years earlier, Grady’s disinterest in Marissa had amplified tenfold. Oh, he was polite and respectful and allowed her to see the girls, but he never encouraged her interactions and always seemed relieved each time she left to return to New York. But now she was back for good.

  Her great-aunt’s place was right next door to Grady’s ranch, which meant she would have the opportunity to see her goddaughters more regularly than if she decided to reside in town.

  If Grady continued to allow it, of course.

  She’d have to see him, talk to him and make arrangements. But first, there was a house to settle into and sleep to be had. Marissa got out of the car and grabbed her bag from the backseat. It was nearly dusk and she walked carefully up the pathway, mindful of the overhanging branches from trees and shrubs well past their last prune.

  The house was clean but smelled musty, and she quickly placed her things into the spare room before she wandered through a few other rooms, opening windows to allow the fresh evening air to sweep through the place.

  She made a cup of instant coffee and drank it black, since there was no milk in the refrigerator, and for dinner settled on the couple of cereal bars and the apple she had in her bag. Once she was done, she took a long shower and tumbled into bed around eight o’clock.

  She tossed and turned before finally managing to get just a few hours’ sleep, which left her restless and a little irritable when she was roused around six o’clock the following morning by a strange noise, like rustling bushes, coming from the backyard. Getting out of bed, Marissa padded down the hallway and opened the door to the small mudroom off the kitchen, peering outside. Dawn was peeking over the horizon and she blinked a couple of times to adjust to the sunlight.

  And that’s when she saw him.

  Earl.

  Grady’s two-thousand-pound Charolais bull was eating the geraniums in an overgrown flower bed by the fence. She quickly saw where he’d broken several of the fence palings to squeeze into the yard and let out an irritated sigh.

  Marissa shut the door, trudged to her bedroom, grabbed her bag and took out her cell phone. She had the number on speed dial and it took about three rings for him to pick up.

  “Marissa?” Grady’s deep voice wound up her spine like silk. “This is a surprise.”

  She took a sharp breath. “Your bull is in my yard.”

  “Your yard?” He was silent for a few seconds, but she could almost hear him doing that half-smile, half-frown thing he regularly did when they were around one another. “In New York?”

  “At Aunt Violet’s,” she explained, her patience frayed.

  He took another second to respond. “You’re back in town?”

  “I’m back,” she replied quickly. “And your bull is eating the garden.”

  More silence. Marissa’s skin prickled. Only Grady could do that to her. Only Grady could wind her up so much she wanted to scream. At eighteen she’d had a fleeting infatuation in him…but then he started dating her best friend and everything changed. It had to. Liz meant more to her than some silly high school crush. And when Liz and Grady got married, she stood beside her friend as her maid of honor and wished them every happiness for the future. And she’d meant it. Her own feelings were forgotten and she’d kept a handle on them for fourteen years. And she always would. No matter how much his deep voice stirred the blood in her veins.

  Grady Parker was off-limits.

  And he always would be.

  “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

  The phone clicked and she took a long breath. Then she raced around like a madwoman looking for clothes to wear that covered more than her short cotton nightdress. Minutes later she was dressed in jeans and a bright red T-shirt and quickly ran a brush through her long blond hair before she hooked it up into a ponytail. She ignored the contact lenses case on the bathroom shelf and pushed her glasses onto the bridge of her nose. By the time she grabbed her cell and shoved it into her pocket, she heard a vehicle pull up outside.

  Grady…

  Marissa swallowed hard and headed for the front door. She spotted his truck and horse trailer in the driveway and felt the tension knot the back of her neck. She wiped her clammy hands over her hips and opened the screen door.

  Seconds later he was out of the truck and walking up the path. Swaggering, really. With the kind of innate confidence of a man who knew exactly who he was. Grady Parker had always possessed that same self-assurance, even in high school. In jeans that rode low on his hips, a black shirt that stretched across broad shoulders, boots and a trademark Stetson, he made a striking image. He was about six foot two and as handsome as sin, with glittering blue eyes, dark hair and a whisker shadow on his jaw. He was cowboy through and through. With old-fashioned good manners and integrity.

  But Marissa had no illusions about her relationship with Grady. It was tense, and always had been. When Liz was alive, Marissa had had her friend as a buffer. Now…there was nothing. Just raw, complicated tension that seemed to spring up with a will of its own every time they were within twenty feet of one another. He stalled about five feet from the bottom step and looked up at her, hands on his lean hips. They stared at one another for a moment, and as always her nerves sizzled.

  “Hello, Marissa.”

  “Good morning.”

  He looked at the Volvo sedan parked in the driveway and raised a brow. “New York plates. You drove here?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  His head tilted a little. “Have you seen Miss Violet?”

  “I was at the hospital yesterday afternoon,” she said, unmoving. “Thank you for taking care of things until I got here.”

  It was Grady who’d discovered Aunt Violet had fallen and broken her leg. Grady who’d got her to the hospital and stayed with her until she was out of surgery. And Grady who’d called Marissa to let her know her great-aunt needed her.

  He shrugged. “No problem.”

  “I got here as soon as I could.”

  “I wasn’t expecting you.”

  She straightened her back. “I told you I’d be here,” she said stiffly. “I just needed a few days to sort some things out. I was coming back anyway.”

  “Really? For what?”

  “To see my aunt,” she said quietly. “And the girls.”

  At the mention of his daughters, his shoulders twitched. “Well, they always like to see you.”

  His words should have warmed her. But they didn’t. Because there was a bucket load of resentment in them. Marissa pushed back her shoulders and stared at him. “Well, they’ll be able to see as much of me as they like from now on.”

  He tilted his hat back. “They will? Why is that?”

  “Because I’m staying.”

  “Staying?”

  Marissa experienced a tiny surge of triumph. He looked as if it was the last thing he wanted to hear. “Yes. I’m home…for good this time.”

  I’m home for good.

  It wasn’t what Grady wanted to hear. Not ever. Marissa Ellis was the last person he wanted living in Cedar River. Or living next door!

  For a long time she’d been living in New York. Out of sight. Out of mind. Just how he liked it. She’d turn up every now and then and he would deal with it because he had to. When Liz was alive, it had been easy—while Marissa visited, he stayed out of the way. Now it wasn’t so simple. She was godmother to all three of his daughters and he’d promised Liz he wouldn’t cut Marissa out of their lives. But he struggled with that promise whenever she re
turned.

  Because once, long ago, he’d wanted to date her. Sure, it had been in high school. Before he was old enough to know better. She was dazzling back then…with blond hair and brown eyes and a captivating smile. At eighteen he’d been fueled by hormones and lusted after the most beautiful girl in school. But Liz had set him straight when he’d asked her if Marissa would go with him to prom. It was a roundabout way to ask for a date, but he was a guy with all the usual insecurities. Liz had made it clear that Marissa wasn’t interested. So he backed off and didn’t ask her, despite how much he’d wanted to. Then he’d started dating Liz. And once school finished, Marissa left for college and New York. She would return a couple of times every year for a visit and he’d completely put aside the niggling awareness he had whenever she was near. He married Liz, had a family and forgot about the fact that long ago he’d wanted to ask her out. Life had turned out exactly as it should have.

  Until his wife died.

  “For good?” He wondered if he sounded like the simpleton he felt.

  She nodded. “That’s right.”

  “The divorce is final, then?”

  “Yes. All done.”

  She’d been married for only a couple of years. Grady had met her ex-husband twice. Once at the small wedding that had taken place in New York, when he and Liz had left the girls with his mother and flown in and out of the city in just a couple of days. The next time, Marissa brought him to Cedar River for Christmas. He was a suit, as dull and stiff as they came, and had looked down his nose at the town and everyone in it. He hadn’t come with her the next time she came back for a visit. A year later they were separated. Grady didn’t know the details and hadn’t asked. Miss Violet hadn’t said anything about it, either, so he figured the less he knew, the better.

  “I’m sorry to hear it.”

  She frowned at his words, as if he’d said something he shouldn’t have. “Don’t be,” she said quietly. “I’m glad it’s over. And I’m glad to be home.”

  “I didn’t realize you still considered Cedar River home.”

  Her shoulders straightened some more. “I was born here…raised here…just like you. And you seem to have adjusted to calling it Cedar River.”

  He shrugged. “The merger is good for the town. And I know you were born here, Marissa…but I also know you left.”

  He saw her expression narrow, and the glasses on the bridge of her nose fell a little. Funny, he never knew she wore glasses. For some reason it pleased him. He couldn’t figure why. Maybe because it made her less perfect. Vulnerable. Because he always felt as though he was under a kind of microscope whenever they were together. As though she was looking for flaws, some reason to dislike him. In a way he couldn’t blame her. Their relationship had always been brittle, and for a long time he’d wondered if she knew he’d wanted to date her back in high school and disliked him for it. Liz swore she’d never said anything about it, and he certainly believed his wife. But there was something between them, a kind of mutual resentment that went deeper than simple dislike. Because it wasn’t that he didn’t like Marissa. He just didn’t like to be around her. She put him on edge. And he didn’t know why.

  For years he hadn’t thought about her as anything other than Liz’s friend. He’d loved his wife. They had been devoted to one another and their family. But now Liz was gone and Marissa…well, she wound him up in a way he couldn’t quite fathom. And he didn’t like the feeling. Not one bit.

  She crossed her arms and glared at him. “So, about this bull of yours?”

  “It’s because of Delilah.”

  She frowned and came down the steps. Grady caught the scent of her flowery perfume on the breeze and he tensed automatically. How long had it been since he’d noticed perfume? Years. Too long.

  “Delilah?”

  “Miss Violet’s Guernsey cow,” he explained and stepped closer. “She bought her a couple of months ago.”

  “I don’t understand what that means.”

  “Well, Earl has a hankering for Delilah,” he said and bit back a grin when he saw her frown deepen.

  “A hankering?” she echoed.

  “Yeah,” he replied quietly. “You know, when-a-boy-likes-a-girl kind of thing.”

  She didn’t look the least bit amused. “Right. So where is this cow now?”

  “Miss Violet would sometimes keep Delilah in the backyard, but a neighbor has been looking after her since your aunt went to the hospital.” Grady shrugged casually. “I guess Earl didn’t know that. He drops over from time to time.”

  “Can’t you keep him tied up or something?” she suggested. “I mean, how hard is it to keep him corralled or whatever it is you do with a bull?”

  “And stand in the way of true love?” Grady put a hand to his chest. “That’s not very neighborly.”

  “I’m not in the mood to be neighborly when the blasted animal is eating my aunt’s flower bed.”

  Grady smiled to himself. Marissa was so uptight she looked as though she was about to pop. “I’ll take him home,” he said easily and turned back toward the truck. By the time he’d opened the side door and extracted a halter and lead, Marissa was directly beside him. “You planning on helping?”

  “Not a chance,” she replied and peered inside the truck. “You’re the cowboy. Nice rig, by the way. New?”

  He nodded. “Yeah,” he said and immediately pushed down the irritation climbing up his spine.

  It sounded like a criticism, as if she had an opinion about him buying a new truck and horse trailer. And she wouldn’t be the first. He’d seen the same look on Liz’s father and brothers. The same skepticism, the same query…as if they were looking for ways to question his integrity. Since he’d inherited Liz’s money upon her death, there were plenty of people looking to see what he’d do. Sell out? Buy a bigger place? Add more cattle to the herd? He hadn’t done any of that. Instead, he put the money in trust for the girls and got on with running the ranch as he always had. Business was steady and he made a good living. Good enough to run the ranch at a profit and take care of his family. The O’Sullivans thought way too much of their own opinions, and they’d never believed him good enough for Liz.

  But he’d loved her. She was kind and caring and had been an incredible mother to the girls and an amazing wife to him. She was what he’d needed when his dad died and he took over the running of the ranch at just twenty. Liz supported and understood him. And he didn’t regret one moment of the years they had together.

  “Grady?”

  Marissa’s voice cut through his thoughts. “Right, the bull. I’ll see he’s out of your way.”

  “Sure,” she said. “Can I see the girls soon? I have a few gifts for them. I missed being here for Breanna’s birthday last month.”

  He knew Marissa was generous. And seven-year-old Breanna adored her, as did five-year-old Milly. Tina, who was only two and half, also seemed to light up whenever Marissa came to visit. And since he loved his daughters more than anything, Grady would do whatever he could to make them happy.

  “Of course,” he replied. “I had Cassie come around this morning after you called to watch them until I get back.”

  Her brows shot up. “Cassie?”

  “My neighbor, remember? She’s married to Tanner McCord.”

  Tanner was his closest neighbor and friend and was recently married with a baby and another on the way. Cassie McCord had been a godsend in the past few weeks.

  She nodded as though her memory was kicking in. “Oh, right. What happened to Mrs. Cain?”

  “Left last month,” he said of his former housekeeper. “She moved back to Deadwood to be with her daughter.”

  “So the girls are eating your cooking?” she asked, widening her eyes provocatively. “Poor little things.”

  Grady grinned and curled the halter and lead in his
hand. “They don’t mind it. As I recall you’re the only one who objects to my skill on the grill.”

  She gave a brittle laugh. “Skill? It’s always raw. That’s searing, not cooking.”

  He shut the door. “Let’s not get into another argument about how to best serve steak, okay?”

  Because he liked it rare. Marissa liked it well-done.

  They never agreed on anything. Never had. Never would. The only link they had was Liz, and since his wife’s death only his daughters had kept their association alive.

  “Agreed,” she said and followed him down the path and through the side gate. “And your bull busted some of the fence palings, by the way. So they’ll need to be repaired. You can send someone over to do it if you like.”

  Grady got the message. Someone. Not him. “You’re not much of a morning person, are you?”

  “What?”

  “Seems like you left your manners on the other side of the bed this morning.”

  She stopped in her tracks. “I did not. And I’m being perfectly—”

  “Obnoxious,” he said, cutting her off. “Give it a rest, Marissa. I know you had a long drive yesterday and you’re upset about Miss Violet, but you called and I’m here. I’ll take Earl home and get my foreman to come over and repair your fence, and if you want to drop by today or tomorrow to see the girls, that’s okay. But can you ditch the attitude? I really don’t have the time for it. I’ve got beef to get to market this week and I’m interviewing for a new housekeeper, and I don’t want the kids to pick up on any tension between us.”

  She stared at him. Glared at him. And he waited for her to respond, to go on the offensive. To give it back to him in spades.

  “Tension?” Her eyes widened. “Is that what it is?”

  Grady shrugged. “I don’t know. All I do know is that sometimes being around you is kind of exhausting.”