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  “When was the last time you added water to the radiator?”

  That was easy. “Today. Several times. Then I ran out.”

  Slowly Cash’s head turned toward Mariah. In the shadow of the hood his eyes burned like dark, bleak sapphire flames. “What?”

  Mariah swallowed and spoke calmly, quietly, as though gentleness and sweet reason was contagious. “I always put water in the radiator every day, sometimes more often, depending on how far I’m going. Naturally I always carry water,” she added, “but I ran out today. After that little town on the way in-”

  “West Fork,” Cash interrupted absently.

  “That’s the one,” she said, smiling, encouraged by the fact that he hadn’t taken her head off yet.

  Cash didn’t return the smile.

  Mariah swallowed again and finished her explanation as quickly as possible. “After West Fork, there wasn’t any place to get more water. I didn’t realize how long it would take to get to the ranch house, so I didn’t have enough water. Every time I stopped to let things cool off, more water leaked out of the radiator and I couldn’t replace it, so I wouldn’t get as far next time before it boiled and I had to stop. When I recognized MacKenzie Ridge I decided it would be faster to walk.”

  Shaking his head, muttering words that made Mariah wince, Cash went back to poking at the dirty engine. His hands hesitated as he was struck by a thought. “How far did you drive this wreck?”

  “Today?”

  “No. From the beginning of your trip.”

  “I started in Seattle.”

  “Alone?”

  “Of course,” she said, surprised. Did he think she’d hidden a passenger in the trunk?

  Cash said something sibilant and succinct. He backed out from beneath the hood, wiped his hands on a greasy rag and glared at the filthy engine; but he was seeing Mariah’s lovely, uncertain smile, her clean-limbed, sexy body and her haunting aura of having been hurt once too often. He guessed that Mariah was a bit younger than his own sister, Carla, who was twenty-three. It made Cash furious to think of a girl who seemed as vulnerable as Mariah driving alone in a totally unreliable car from Seattle to the Rocking M’s desolate corner of southwestern Colorado.

  Cash took the weight of the hood from Mariah’s hands and let the heavy metal fall into place with a resounding crash.

  “What in hell were you thinking of when you set off across the country in this worthless piece of crud?”

  Mariah opened her mouth. Nothing came out. She had driven the best vehicle she could afford. What was so remarkable about that?

  “That’s what I thought. You didn’t think at all.” Disgusted, Cash threw the greasy rag on top of the useless parts. “Well, baby, this wreck is D.O.R.”

  “What?”

  “Dead on Road,” Cash said succinctly. “I’ll tow it to the ranch house, but the only way you’ll get back on the road is with a new engine and you’d be a fool to spend that kind of money on this dog. From the wear pattern on the tires I’d guess the frame is bent but good. I know for damn sure the body is rusted through in so many places you could use it as a sieve. The radiator is a sieve. The battery is a pile of corrosion. The spark plugs are beyond belief. The carburetor-” His hand slashed the air expressively. “It’s a miracle you got this far.”

  Mariah looked unhappily at the rumpled sedan. She started to ask if Cash were sure of his indictment, took one look at the hard line of his jaw and said nothing. Silently she watched while he attached her dead car to the Jeep. In spite of her unhappiness, she found herself appreciating the casual strength and coordination of his movements, a masculine grace and expertise that appealed to her in a way that went deeper than words.

  Unfortunately, it was obvious to Mariah that the attraction wasn’t mutual. After several attempts, she gave up trying to make small talk as she and Cash bumped down the one-lane dirt road leading toward the ranch house. Rather quickly the wind pulled apart the knot she had used to confine her hair. The silky wildness seethed around her face, but she didn’t notice the teasing, tickling strands or the occasional, covert glances from Cash.

  Mariah’s long trip from Seattle in her unreliable ear, her disappointment at not seeing Luke, her attraction to a man who found her aggravating rather than appealing – everything combined to drain Mariah’s customary physical and mental resilience. She felt tired and bruised in a way she hadn’t since her mother had died last year and she had been left to confront her stepfather without any pretense of bonds between them. Nor had her stepfather felt any need to pretend to such bonds. Immediately after the funeral, he had put a frayed cardboard carton in Mariah’s hands and told her, Your mother came to me with this. Take it and go.

  Mariah had taken the carton and gone, never understanding what she had done to earn her stepfather’s coldness. She had returned to her tiny apartment, opened the carton, and found her MacKenzie heritage, the very heritage that her mother had refused ever to discuss. Holding a heavy necklace of rough gold nuggets in one hand, turning the pages of a huge family Bible with the other, Mariah had wept until she had no more tears.

  Then she had begun planning to get back to the only home she had ever known – the Rocking M.

  The Jeep clattered over the cattle guard that kept range cows from wandering out of the Rocking M’s huge home pasture. Shrouded by dark memories, Mariah didn’t notice the rattling noise the tires made as they hurtled over pipe.

  Nor did Cash. He was watching Mariah covertly, accurately reading the signs of her discouragement. No matter how many times he told himself that Mariah was just one more female looking for a free ride from a man, he couldn’t help regretting being so blunt about the possibilities of fixing her car. The lost look in her eyes was a silent remonstration for his lack of gentleness. He deserved it, and he knew it.

  Just as Cash was on the verge of reaching for Mariah and stroking her hair in comfort, he caught himself. In silent, searing terms he castigated himself for being a fool. A child learned to keep its hands out of fire by reaching out and getting burned in the alluring dance of flames. A man learned to know his own weaknesses by having them used against himself.

  Cash had learned that his greatest weakness was his bone-deep belief that a man should protect and cherish those who weren’t as strong as himself, especially women and children. The weakest woman could manipulate the strongest man simply by using this protective instinct against him. That was what Linda had done. Repeatedly. After too much pain, Cash had finally realized that the more vulnerable a woman appeared, the greater was her ability to deceive him.

  If the pain had gone all the way to the bone, so had the lesson. It had been eight years since Cash had trusted any woman except Carla, his half sister, who was a decade younger than he was and infinitely more vulnerable. From the day of her birth, she had returned his interest and his care with a generous love that was uniquely her own. Carla gave more than she received, yet she would be the first one to deny it. For that, Cash loved and trusted Carla, exempting her from his general distrust of the female of the species.

  Wrapped in their separate thoughts, sharing a silence that was neither comfortable nor uneasy, Cash and Mariah drove through the home pasture and up to the ranch buildings. When he parked near the house, she stirred and looked at him.

  “Thank you,” she said, smiling despite her own weariness. “It was kind of you to go out of your way for a stranger.”

  Cash looked at Mariah with unfathomable dark eyes, then shrugged. “Sure as hell someone had to clean up the mess you left. Might as well be me. I wasn’t doing anything more important than looking at government maps.”

  Before Mariah could say anything, Cash was out of the Jeep. Silently she followed, digging her keys from her big canvas purse. She unlocked the trunk of her car and was reaching for the carton her stepfather had given her when she sensed Cash’s presence at her back.

  “Planning on moving in?” he asked.

  Mariah followed Cash’s glance to the car�
��s tightly packed trunk. Frayed cardboard cartons took up most of the space. A worn duffel crammed as full as a sausage was wedged in next to the scarred suitcase she had bought at a secondhand shop. But it wasn’t her cheap luggage that made her feel ashamed, it was Cash’s cool assumption that she had come to the Rocking M as a freeloader.

  Yet even as Mariah wanted fiercely to deny it, she had to admit there was an uncomfortable core of truth to what Cash implied. She did want to stay on at the Rocking M, but she didn’t have enough money to pay for room and board and fix her car, too.

  The screen door of the ranch house creaked open and thudded shut, distracting Cash from the sour satisfaction of watching a bright tide of guilt color Mariah’s face.

  “Talk about the halt leading the lame,” said a masculine voice from the front porch. “Are you towing that rattletrap or is it pushing your useless Jeep?”

  “That’s slander,” Cash said, turning toward the porch. He braced his hands on his hips, but there was amusement rather than anger in his expression.

  “That’s bald truth,” the other man retorted. “But not as bald as those sedan’s tires. Surprised that heap isn’t sitting on its wheel rims. Where in hell did you-” The voice broke off abruptly. “Oh. Hello. I didn’t see you behind Cash. I’ll bet you belong to that, er, car.”

  Mariah turned around and looked up and felt as though she had stepped off into space.

  She was looking into her own eyes.

  “L-Luke?” she asked hoarsely. “Oh, Luke, after all these years is it really you?”

  Luke’s eyes widened. His pupils dilated with shock. He searched Mariah’s face in aching silence, then his arms opened, reaching for her. An instant later she was caught up in a huge bear hug. Laughing, crying, holding on to her brother, Mariah said Luke’s name again and again, hardly able to believe that he was as glad to see her as she was to see him. It had been so long since anyone had hugged her. She hadn’t realized how long until this instant.

  “Fifteen years,” Mariah said. “It’s been fifteen years. I thought you had forgotten me.”

  “Not a chance, Muffin,” Luke said, holding Mariah tightly. “If I had a dime for every time I’ve wondered where you were and if you were happy, I’d be a rich man instead of a broke rancher.”

  Hearing the old nickname brought a fresh spate of tears to Mariah. Wiping her eyes, smiling, she tried to speak but was able only to cry. She clung more tightly to Luke’s neck, holding on as she had when she was five and he was twelve and he had comforted her during their parents’ terrifying arguments.

  “Without you, I don’t know what would have happened to me,” she whispered.

  Luke simply held Mariah tighter, then slowly lowered her back to the ground. Belatedly she realized how big her brother had become. He was every bit as large as Cash. In fact, she decided, looking from one man to the other, they were identical in size.

  “We’re both six foot three,” Luke said, smiling, reading his sister’s mind in the look on her face. “We weigh the same, too. Just under two hundred pounds.”

  Mariah blinked. “Well, I’ve grown up, too, but not that much. I’m a mere five-eight, one twenty-six.”

  Luke stepped back far enough to really look at the young woman who was both familiar and a stranger. He shook his head as he cataloged the frankly feminine lines of her body. “Couldn’t you have grown up ugly? Or at least skinny? I’ll be beating men back with a whip.”

  Mariah swiped at tears and smiled tremulously. “Thanks. I think you’re beautiful, too.”

  Cash snorted. “Luke’s about as beautiful as the south end of a northbound mule. Never could understand what Carla saw in him.”

  Instantly Mariah turned on Cash, ready to defend her big brother. Then she realized that Luke was laughing and Cash was watching him with a masculine affection that was like nothing she had ever encountered. It was as though the men were brothers in blood as well as in law.

  “Ignore him, Muffin,” Luke said, hugging Mariah again. “He’s just getting even for my comments about his ratty, unreliable Jeep.” He looked over Mariah’s head at Cash. “Speaking of ratty and unreliable, what’s wrong with her car?”

  “Everything.”

  “Um. What’s right with it?”

  “Nothing. She started in Seattle. It’s a damned miracle she got this far. Proves the old saying – God watches over fools and drunks.”

  “Seattle, huh?” Luke glanced at the open trunk, accurately assessed its contents and asked, “Did you leave anything you care about behind?”

  Mariah shook her head, suddenly nervous.

  “Good. Remember the old ranch house where we used to play hide-and-seek?”

  She nodded.

  “You can live there.”

  “But…” Mariah’s voice died.

  She looked from one large man to the other. Luke looked expectant. Cash wore an expression of barely veiled cynicism. She remembered his words: Planning on moving in? Unhappily she looked back at Luke.

  “I can’t just move in on you,” she said.

  “Why not?”

  “What about your wife?”

  “Carla will be delighted. Since Ten and Diana started living part-time in Boulder, there hasn’t been a woman for Carla to talk to a lot of the time. She hasn’t said anything, but I’m sure she gets a little lonely. The Rocking M is hard on women that way.”

  Though Luke said nothing more, Mariah sensed all that he didn’t say, their mother’s tears and long silences, their father’s anger at the woman who couldn’t adjust to ranch life, a woman who simply slipped through his fingers into a twilight world of her own making.

  “But I can’t-” Mariah’s voice broke. “I can’t pay my way. I only have enough money for-”

  Luke talked over her stumbling words. “Don’t worry. You’ll earn your keep. Logan needs an aunt and Carla sure as hell will need help a few months down the road. Six and a half months, to be exact.”

  The cynical smile vanished from Cash’s mouth as the implication of Luke’s words sank in.

  “Is Carla pregnant?” Cash demanded.

  Luke just grinned.

  Cash whooped with pleasure and gave Luke a bone-cracking hug.

  “It better be a girl, this time,” Cash warned. “The world needs more women like Carla.”

  “I hear you. But I’ll be damned grateful for whatever the good Lord sends along. Besides,” Luke added with a wolfish smile, “if at first we don’t succeed…”

  Cash burst out laughing.

  Mariah looked from one grinning man to the other and felt a fragile bubble of pleasure rise and burst softly within her, showering her with a feeling of belonging she had known only in her dreams. Hardly able to believe her luck, she looked around the dusty, oddly luminous ranch yard and felt dreams and reality merge.

  Then Mariah looked at the tall, powerful man whose eyes were the deepest blue she had ever seen, and she decided that reality was more compelling than any dream she had ever had.

  3

  “Are you sure you’re a MacKenzie?” Cash asked Mariah as he removed another slab of garlic pork from the platter. “No MacKenzie I know can cook.”

  “Carla can,” Luke pointed out quickly.

  “Yeah, but that’s different. Carla was born a McQueen.”

  “And Mariah was born a MacKenzie,” Nevada Blackthorn said matter-of-factly as he took two more slices of meat off the platter Mariah held out to him. “Even a hard-rock miner like you should be able to figure that out. All you have to do is look at her eyes.”

  “Thanks,” Mariah said.

  She smiled tentatively at the dark, brooding man whose own eyes were a startlingly light green. Nevada had been introduced to her as the Rocking M’s segundo, the second in command. When his brother Ten was gone, Nevada was the foreman, as well. He was also one of the most unnerving men Mariah had ever met. Not once had she seen a smile flash behind his neatly trimmed beard. Yet she had no feeling that he disliked her. His reserve w
as simply part of his nature, a basic solitude that made her feel sad.

  Cash watched Mariah smile at Nevada. Irritation pricked at Cash even as he told himself that if Mariah wanted to stub her toe on a hard piece of business like Nevada, it wasn’t Cash’s concern.

  Yet no sooner had Cash reached that eminently reasonable decision when he heard himself saying, “Don’t waste your smiles on Nevada. He’s got no more heart than a stone.”

  “And you’ve got no more brain,” Nevada said matter-of-factly. Only the slight crinkling at the corners of his eyes betrayed his amusement. “Like Ten says – Granite Man.”

  “Your brother was referring to my interest in mining.”

  “He was referring to your thick skull.”

  Cash grinned. “Care to bet on that?”

  “Not one chance in hell. After a year of watching you play cards, I know why people nicknamed you Cash.” Nevada glanced sideways at Mariah. “Never play cards with a man named Cash.”

  “But I like to play cards,” she said.

  “You do?” Cash asked, looking at her sharply.

  Mariah nodded.

  “Poker?”

  Dark hair swung as Mariah nodded again. “I’ll be damned.”

  Nevada lifted one black eyebrow. “Probably, but not many men would brag about it.”

  Luke snickered.

  Cash ignored the other men, focusing only on Mariah. It was easy to do. There was an elegance to her face and a subtle lushness to the curves of her body that caught Cash anew each time he looked at her. Even when he reminded himself that Mariah’s aura of vulnerability was false, he remained interested in the rest of her.

  Very interested.

  “Could I tempt you into a hand or two of poker after dinner?” he asked. “No!” Luke and Nevada said simultaneously.

  Mariah looked at the two men, realized they were kidding – sort of – and smiled again at Cash. “Sure. But first I promised to show the MacKenzie family Bible to Luke.”

  An unreasonable disappointment snaked through Cash.

  “Maybe after that?” Mariah asked hesitantly, looking at Cash with an eagerness she couldn’t hide, sensing his interest despite his flashes of hostility. Though she had never been any man’s lover, she certainly knew when a man looked at her with masculine appreciation. Cash was looking at her that way right now.