The Rancher's Secret Son
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His lover's little secret will change this rancher's life. Wealthy rancher Nick Milan's future was all planned: he'd marry the woman he adored and have a dazzling political career. Instead, their affair ended in bitter breakup. So he isn't prepared for the surge of desire when he sees Claire Prentiss again. Then he learns her shocking secret. Losing Nick once was hard enough, but now Claire's faced with telling him about his son. The scandal could destroy everything he's worked for. But their child needs his father. Could a happy ending still be theirs?
One
Nick Milan looked at the small white business card attached to the contract on his desk, and a shock ran through him. Just like last night, when heād first seen it, he was shaken clear to his core.
āClaire Prentiss.ā
Just saying the name brought a shadowy image to his mind. An image of a willowy, black-haired, brown-eyed beauty writhing in his arms. The mental picture tortured him, and he pushed the card to the back of his desk. It was almost time to meet his client for what should have been a routine real estate closing. With Claire as the broker, however, it would be far from routine.
The depth of his reaction to the prospect of seeing her again shocked him. It had been four years since heād held her, four years since heād been in love with her. Four years since she had rejected his marriage proposal and theyād gone their separate ways. For a long time after the bitter fight that had led to their breakup heād been hurt and angry with Claire. But that was over. So, why was he still affected by the mere sight of her name?
Claire Prentiss was part of his past now, he tried telling himself. Out of his life for years. She was probably married with kids, helping her grandfather run his real estate agency and still using her maiden name because of business.
Judging by the way his hand shook as he turned his wrist to check his watch, he needed more convincing.
Nick picked up the contract and placed it in his briefcase, snapping it shut the way he wished he could shut out the painful memories of Claire. He had to now. He had work to do.
As he drove to his appointment, he forced himself to focus on the closing, which he wished now he had never agreed to do. But it was for a friend. Paul Smith had called late yesterday afternoon, suddenly deciding he needed his attorney present. Nick had agreed, not knowing Claire would be involved. Why would he? She was a Houston broker. What was she doing closing a deal in Dallas? His friend had sent the contract to Nickās office immediately after the call, but Nick had been too busy to read it until evening which is why heād taken it home with him. If it hadnāt been close to midnight and way too late for his friend to get another attorney, he would have backed out there and then.
Heād spent a sleepless night dreading this meeting and being tormented by memories that would best be forgotten.
In minutes he parked the car and stepped out into a chilly, brisk December wind that whipped through the tall buildings in downtown Dallas. Entering the lobby of one of the office towers, he met up with Paul and shook hands, swallowing the words he longed to say: Get another lawyer to represent you. Instead, together they rode the elevator to a commercial real estate office on the twenty-seventh floor.
As they entered through the double glass doors, Bruce Jernigan, the agent who represented the buyer, came forward to meet them.
āIf you gentlemen will come this way, weāll get started. As you know, the seller was hospitalized and could not appear, so she has legal representation in her real estate broker.ā He led them down a long corridor to the conference room, where he opened a door onto a room with dark wood paneling.
Nickās gaze went to Claire instantly. Standing beside the table, she gripped it as her eyes widened and all color left her face. He realized she hadnāt known he would attend the meeting until this moment. While he wasnāt as shocked as Claire appeared to be, his insides clutched. He felt as if the breath had been punched from his lungs. As he approached and extended his hand, he couldnāt drag his eyes from her. At twenty-four she had been beautiful. Now she was breathtaking.
Regaining her poise, she pulled down the jacket of her tailored navy business suit, then shook his hand. āSo, we meet again.ā Her voice hid the tremble he felt in her fingers before she pulled away. āItās nice to see you again, Nick. Mr. Jernigan had just started to tell me that the buyer was bringing an attorney. I had no idea it would be you.ā
The moment their hands touched, heād felt an electric current, another reaction that surprised him. Since losing Karen and their unborn baby two years ago, he had been numb around women, his heart shut away, even his physical urges flatlined. Until now. Seeing Claire elicited emotional and physical responses that shook him. He wanted neither of those reactions.
As he moved to a chair beside his client, his gaze roamed over Claire. Tall, with dark brown eyes and raven locks that fell to her shoulders, Claire looked more sophisticated than when he had known her years ago. He didnāt have to look at the label to know she wore a designer suit. When her jacket swung open as she sat, her waist looked as tiny as he remembered.
āLetās get down to business.ā Mr. Jerniganās voice cut into his thoughts.
For the next half hour it was an effort to concentrate on business and not study Claire or let his thoughts drift to the past. He was grateful for a short break while they waited for copies to be made of various documents. He stepped out of the room to check with his office and take calls, then returned, walking to the table where Claire again stood.
When she reached for a glass, he picked up the water pitcher. She glanced up at him and he felt another electrifying tingle as her gaze met his. Smiling at her, he steadied her hand and poured her water, aware of his fingers over her warm, slender hand.
āThank you,ā she said.
āSo, youāre still working at your grandfatherās agency,ā Nick said, recalling how dedicated she had been to her family and assuming she still was. āIs he as active?ā
She shook her head. āNo, Grandpaās had a heart attack and another little stroke. He had been grooming me to take over the agency for a long time, and I did so a couple of years ago.ā
āIt was a good thing youāre loyal and stuck with your family. Howās the business going?ā
āFine,ā she said, smiling slightly. āIām happy that the business has grown and we have a lot of good listings. I suppose your parents, especially your dad, are pleased with your legal and political career.ā
āYes, they are. Especially my dad. So you know Iām in the Texas legislature?ā
āYes. You do make the papers now and then,ā she said, her cheeks getting slightly more rosy. Was she embarrassed for him to discover she had kept up with his career? He was pleased she had, even though he had always tried to push thoughts of her aside and to avoid knowing much about her.
āYou look great,ā he said, smiling at her, and she smiled in return, a cool smile, yet it sent another wave of longing crashing over him.
āThank you. Iām sure you enjoy being a Texas State Representative. I know the Texas legislature isnāt in session until January, so do you live here in Dallas when youāre not in Austin?ā
āYes.ā He glanced over her head to see everyone returning to the table and he knew soon they would be through and she would be gone.
He didnāt know what prompted the feeling, but he didnāt want to part. As he glanced back at her, her thickly lashed eyes were gazing at him, making his pulse quicken. Impulsively, he said, āCome to dinner with me tonight and we can catch up.ā
Her eyes widened. āDo you think that will be of concern to your wife?ā
He felt as if he had suffered a blow to his solar plexus. Drawing in a tight breath, he said, āI didnāt realize that you didnāt know... Iām widowed. My wife was killed in a car wreck two years ago. She was pregnant.ā
All color drained from Claireās face as her eyes opened wider, looking enormous and panic-stricken, a reaction that shocked him. A visible tremor ran through her and she put a hand on the table to steady herself. He reached out to grab her arm. Odd, he thought. Why would she have such a profound reaction to the news that he was a widower?
āAre you all right?ā
Instantly her face flushed and she appeared to pull herself together. She withdrew her arm from his grasp and stood up straight. āYes. Sorry, itās just...personal. Iāā She seemed to think better of what she was about to say and changed her course, giving him a pat response. āIām sorry for your loss.ā
He became aware that everyone was getting seated around the table and their time together was over. āCome to dinner with me. Itāll be an early evening.ā
She stared at him so long he wondered whether she heard him, but then she nodded. āYes. Iāll give you my cell phone number after the meeting. We better sit now, because the others are waiting.ā
While she moved away from him, he saw the color slowly return to her face. He sat down, stacking papers in front of him, but nothing could keep him from wondering about her strong reaction.
What had happened in her life? Had she been in love with someone who was also killed? He couldnāt guess why he had gotten such a startling response from her to the news that he had lost Karen and his unborn baby. Tonight he would probably hear why, over dinner.
An hour later, the closing was finalized. As everyone milled around and talked, Nick circled the table to Claire.
She held out a piece of paper. āHereās my cell phone number and the hotel where Iām staying.ā
āHowās seven?ā
āThatās fine, Nick,ā she said. āIāā
His cell phone buzzed and he held up his index finger to get her to wait a second. He needed to take the call. In two minutes, when he turned back around, Claire was gone.
Nick finished up with his client, then he returned to the office and was inundated with calls. It was after five before he had a chance to think about the evening and Claire. Now he wondered why he had asked her to dinner in the first place. Their parting four years ago had been so painful, so final. Why was he putting himself in a position to relive those agonizing moments? It still hurt to think back to that time in his life. Heād been so driven to succeed in his career and in politicsāwas even more so nowāand heād needed a wife who, above all else, supported him in those goals, even if it meant leaving behind her own family obligations. Claire had been deeply involved in her family and their lives had been her priorityāand apparently they still were, seeing as how she had taken over the agency from her grandfather.
Nothing had changed.
Tonight heād make their dinner short. A brief catch-up and then goodbye. It was all he could handle.
* * *
Claire ordered flowers for her client and had a congratulatory note attached. It wasnāt until she was back in her hotel room and had texted her client that she had a moment to think about the events of the day and her upcoming dinner date.
Instantly, she thought about Nickās news that he was a widower. She could hear his voice. āI didnāt realize that you didnāt know... Iām widowed. My wife was killed in a car wreck two years ago. She was pregnant.ā
Nickās wife and unborn baby had been killed. When he announced that, Claireās head had spun and for a moment sheād thought she was going to faint. She wished with her whole heart she had never come to Dallas. Claire ran her hand across her eyes and sighed. She had never dreamed she would encounter Nick.
Why had she agreed to go to dinner with him? Tears stung her eyes. She didnāt want to get involved with him againāyet she had no choice. She still hurt over the breakup with him four years ago. Nick hadnāt understood her family obligations then. He had simply wanted her to leave them behind to devote her life to him. Sheād had to walk away and she didnāt want to draw him back into her life now, when she faced life-changing problems far worse than sheād faced before.
She picked up her purse and took out her wallet.
Her heart twisted as she looked at the picture of her son. Nickās son. The child Nick knew nothing about. She looked into the same blue eyes beneath the same dark brown hair as Nickās. She had once loved his father with her whole heart, until their breakup had torn her to pieces. After their breakup she had learned she was carrying Nickās baby.
She hadnāt told him right away because sheād needed time to make decisions. Their last time together had been painful, filled with terrible accusations that couldnāt be taken back. The memories echoed in her mind even now. He had proposed and she had asked him how they would ever work out being married when she had to take care of her ailing mother and help her grandfather with his business in Houston. Nick had expected her to move to Washington, DC, to be the society wife he had dreamed aboutāsomething she could never be.
Nick had accused her of being so wrapped up in her family she couldnāt love anyone else. But it wasnāt like that at all. Her mother had been diagnosed with Parkinsonās and her grandfather had suffered a mild stroke. They needed her the same way Nick needed his fatherās approval.
She could almost hear herself say those words to him. She accused him of going into law only because of a family tradition. All Milan males had become lawyers. Yet he couldnāt see that he was more tied to his family than she was to hers.
Her last night with Nick had been bitter and hurtful, each of them flinging accusations until he had stormed out, slamming the door, and she had let him go, knowing it was over forever between them. Brokenhearted, she had cried most of that night and for days afterward. The memories still hurt and she didnāt want to ever go through that pain again.
After their breakup Nick didnāt try to call and she didnāt want to talk to him. Then she discovered she was pregnant. Hurting, still angry with him, sheād planned to tell him about her pregnancy, but it was easier to keep quiet and avoid another confrontation. Nick would only push harder for marriage. Heād have to, as an out-of-wedlock baby would hurt his political future.
While she was thinking about how to tell him she was pregnant and what she would do about it in the future, time slipped past. From a friend she heard that Nick had gotten engaged. Shocked and angry with him, she was hurt badly that he had rushed into marriage with someone else so soon after breaking up with her. Sheād decided to keep quiet about his child. He would marry and have his own family, and he didnāt need to know about the baby she carried. Nick had made his choice, so she would go on with her life just as he had gone on with his.
Until now. Now he had lost his wife and their unborn child. For the first time since she had learned of her pregnancy she felt compelled to tell Nick about his son. In spite of the angry words, hurt feelings, the bitterness and heartbreak between them when they parted, she had to let him know he had a child. How they would work out sharing a son, she didnāt know. But she knew it wasnāt right to keep his son a secret when Nick had already lost one child.
Standing, she retrieved her phone and called home, wanting desperately to talk to Cody. Her grandmother answered and Claire felt like a child again, wanting to blurt out her problem and have her support and her wisdom. But she was grown now and she tried to shelter her grandmother from worries instead of taking them home to her. Grandma would have to know about this soon enough, but she didnāt have to hear about it while Claire was halfway across the state of Texas.
She asked to talk to Cody. Just hearing his voice, she wished she could reach through the phone and hug him.
She talked to him about bugs and his fish tankāhis two favorite topics. Then she talked briefly to Irene, his nanny, who was there two days a week and whenever Claire left town. She talked again to her grandmother, for almost an hour before she finally told them goodbye. When she ended the call, she burst into tears. The reality of her situation was too much to bear. Nick was so close to his dad, so tied into his own family, that she was certain he would want his son in his life. She would have to share Cody with Nick. But how?
For a long time she had tried to avoid thinking about Nick, but seeing him today, realizing she would have to bring him into her life and her familyās lives, she could not keep him out of her thoughts. Staring into space, memories overwhelmed her.
A fellow Texan, Nick was in DC when she met him. She had graduated from college with a business degree and gone to work with her grandfather in his real estate business where she had worked part-time for years. When he sent her to Washington to a sales workshop, she had accepted a friendās invitation to a cocktail party. She remembered holding a martini that she hadnāt even sipped when she looked across the room into the blue eyes of a tall, brown-haired man who gazed back. That first moment had been sizzling, a look that caught and held her attention. As she gazed at him, he raised his glass as if in a toast and she couldnāt keep from smiling and raising hers in return.
She had turned back to her new friend from Dallas. āSee the brown-haired guy across the room? Do you know who he is?ā
āOh, yes. Thatās Nick Milan, a lawyer with a prestigious firm here. Rumor has it heāll be entering Texas politics someday. The Milans are a prominent old Texas family. Very wealthy.ā She sucked in a breath and grabbed her drink. āHeās coming this way. I donāt think itās to talk to me. Iāll see you in a little while.ā
āDonāt go. I donāt even know him.ā
āYouāre going to,ā her friend replied, and moved away only seconds before Nick stepped in front of her.
Claireās heartbeat had sped up as she looked into the bluest eyes sheād ever seen.
āI think itās time we make our escape from this party. Iām Nick Milan, single and a lawyer. I live in Georgetown and I want to have dinner with you. And you are...?ā
āClaire Prentiss. You use the fewest words and get to the point faster than any lawyer I have ever met,ā she said. āYou donāt even know if I have a husband here tonight.ā
āYou donāt have a wedding ring on your finger. I looked when I got close. If you had, I would have gone in another direction. May I take you to dinner?ā
āThatās nice, thank you, but youāre a stranger. I usually know the people I go out with.ā
āYou should be cautious, but this is an exception. First, I assure you Iām perfectly safe. Second, you canāt deny we have chemistry between us. So go out with me.ā
She smiled. āNot too bashful, are you?ā
He shrugged. āI know what I want.ā He set his drink down on a high-top table and speared her with his undivided attention. āIf you need more information, I can tell you this. Iām from Dallas, where my dadās a judge, but I work in DC for Abrams, Wiesman and Wooten. Excellent client list, I might add.ā He nodded to where her friend had gone. āI saw you talking to Jen West. Sheās met me and knows who I am. She can vouch for my character. Or we can go find Lydia and sheāll tell you more about me. Then we can tell her goodbye.ā
His fingers closed lightly on her arm and Claire walked with him to their slender, auburn-haired hostess, who turned to smile at them. āI see you two have met.ā
āJust met, Lydia,ā Nick said. āI need a character reference so I can talk Claire into going to dinner with me.ā He flashed Claire a smile that sent another sizzle through her.
āNow, do I want to give you that character reference or not?ā Lydia teased.
āI think you just did,ā Claire replied. She turned to Nick. āI accept your offer. You can tell me all about yourself over dinner.ā
āOh, my,ā Lydia said. āNow he wonāt stop talking until midnight.ā
āI promise, I will,ā he said to Claire, causing her to laugh again. āLydia, we have to run. The party was delightful. Thank you so much for inviting me.ā
Claire also thanked Lydia and in seconds she was in a cab with Nick. She barely saw the elegant private club where he took her to dinner and she tasted only bites of a delicious, perfectly cooked sirloin. It was Nick who captivated her.
Tall, incredibly handsome and charismatic, he charmed her. She learned about his family, which had settled in Texas in the 1800s, mutual friends they had, Nickās political ambitions. She fell in love with Nick Milan that night.
When he asked her to come back to his place for a drink before he took her to her hotel, she agreed. The minute she walked through the entryway into the spacious living area in the suite on the thirty-third floor, she forgot the view and turned as Nick drew her into his embrace.
āThis has been the perfect evening,ā he said. āI knew when I looked across the room and saw you that I wanted to get to know you and wanted to go out with you tonight,ā he said, his gaze going to her mouth.
She had stood on tiptoe, slipping her arms around his shoulders as he leaned down to kiss her. The moment his mouth touched hers, she was in flames. The chemistry between them had sparked and heated her all evening, but when he kissed her, desire consumed her.
They had made love that night and Nick had talked her into staying two extra days over the weekend.
He had finally called a cab to take her to the airport and, while they waited, he said he would fly to Houston the following weekend and meet her family. On weekends, over the next few months after their meeting in March, Nick had flown to Houston or she flew to DC. In June, on a weekend in Houston, Nick proposed marriage.
It had been a dream come true. She still remembered that night as if it had happened yesterday, not four years ago.
Attempting to shake off the mental picture of that night, Claire stood and walked to the window to gaze at the Dallas skyline. But she saw none of it because she was lost in memories. No matter how many times she thought of Nickās proposal, she always returned to the same answerāshe could not leave her family.
When she had rejected his proposal, their fight had been bitter, deep and long-lasting. Nick had flown back to DC that night and theyād had no contact since. Nick had truly broken her heart, but if she had it to do over again she still wouldnāt change her answer to him. She had done the only thing she could.
Whatever happened when she let him know about his son, she knew one thing: sheād never fall in love with him again because she never wanted to repeat that pain. And there was so much more to work out now between them, because Nickās political life was on a fast track, while she had her grandfatherās business to run and still had her grandparents with her. Plus, the biggest issue of all, now they had a son and had to work out sharing him.
She caught her reflection in the window and saw the concern etched across her face and darkening her eyes. She turned away from the window. What sheād like to do right now was cancel their dinner date and fly home and never see Nick again, because whatever she did tonight, if she told him about his son, she would be hurt.
Nickās November wedding had been months before Codyās birth the following February. Claire had decided he would have his wife and someday, their children, so there was no need to even let him know about Cody.
Tonight, though, she had to tell him. Would he understand why she hadnāt let him know? Nick was a successful, billionaire attorney from a family who had influential friends all over Texas. Would he want this son in his life after losing the baby he had expected?
He had been friendly today, but not the sexy guy who had flirted outrageously when heād first met her and made it clear that he wanted to be with her. She felt he had asked her to dinner tonight on an impulse. Truthfully, if he hadnāt been widowed, she would have turned him down. Sheād had every intention of refusing his offer until she learned about the death of his wife and his unborn baby.
Glancing in the mirror of her dresser, she studied her business suit. Except for casual slacks and a cotton shirt for travel, this suit was all she had brought to wear and she had worn it all afternoon with Nick. Shedding the jacket, she picked up her purse and went downstairs. The hotel, she remembered, was close to an elegant boutique and she hurried, wanting to find a dress for tonight. If she had to tell Nick about Cody, she wanted to look her best when she did so.
At ten to seven, when she was finally ready, she stood in front of the same mirror to take one last look at herself.
She wore a pearl necklace given to her by her grandfather and a delicate pearl bracelet she had bought herself. She turned slightly to look at her image, smoothing the flawless deep-blue long-sleeved dress with a plunging V neckline. Would Nick even notice her new dress? The Nick she had once known would, but she no longer knew this man.
There was only one way to find out, she told herself. She picked up her flat bag with her phone that held pictures of Cody, locked the door and left her hotel room.
As she rode down in an empty elevator, she couldnāt shake the feeling of calamity. She couldnāt get rid of her fear about Nickās reaction to the news she was about to tell him. Sure, she was afraid heād be furious with her for keeping the secret. But far greater was her concern that Nick would want Cody in his life. He was a family man, close to his own father, so she was certain he and his parents would want to bring Cody into their family. The big question was, how much?
When she stepped off the elevator and gazed around the elegant lobby with its marble floor and potted palms, she spotted Nick instantly. In his charcoal suit and matching tie, he was definitely the most handsome man there. Crossing the expanse, he approached her.
Her heartbeat quickened, an unwanted reaction she couldnāt shake. She had a feeling she was in for another terrible fight with Nick and she didnāt want to find him appealing at the same time. She wasnāt going to let him hurt her again.
Trying to ignore the heat that enveloped her, she smiled at him and gripped her purse even more tightly. She had to get through this eveningāwithout tears, without anger...and without desire. She took a deep breath and faced him. She had to. For Cody.
