Rocky Mountain Miracle (11 page)

Maia managed to nod, blinking rapidly to keep tears at bay. Cole Steele was a lost man fighting desperately for his younger half brother. She swallowed the lump threatening to choke her. Who was going to save Cole?

“He responded to you. You're the first person I've ever seen him do that with. He has that distance between him and everyone else, but he laughed with you. Actually laughed. Jase needs something I can't seem to give him.”

“You're giving him exactly what he needs right now, Cole. Stability and a sense of family. After so many years, you said he's, what? Fourteen?” At Cole's nod, she continued. “Jase is afraid to trust anyone completely. He wants to, but it's ingrained in him not to. Time will take care of that. As long as you don't let him down, he'll count on you and learn to rely on your relationship.”

“Men like Al's brother-in-law, they wanted to pretend what went on here at the ranch was all right, just something they had to put up with to keep their families going, but they were part of it, holding Jase here, watching what the old man did to him. I don't want them anywhere near Jase, with their smirks and patronizing bullshit.”

Maia heard the suppressed rage in Cole's voice. The men he'd fired were luckier than they knew. Cole was capable of extreme violence. “Jase isn't ever going to get over this completely, Cole. It doesn't work that way. The things we've experienced become part of who we are. It can make him a stronger, better person, but he won't ever forget it or be able to get away from the consequences, the impact on his personality.”

Cole leaned back in his chair, allowing his breath to leave his lungs. “Who are you, Doc? Where do you come from?”

“I'm no big mystery, Steele. I grew up in a small town. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was about sixteen, and I went to live with my only relative, my grandmother. She was an awesome woman, and I hope I
learned a lot from her. I loved animals, got decent grades, and decided I'd be a veterinarian. I was about halfway through school when my grandmother died, and I discovered she had a bit of money put away. It enabled me to buy my own equipment, and the rest is history.”

“Your entire life in a few short sentences.” He saluted her.

Maia smiled at him. “I told you it wasn't a big deal. Now,
you
are different. You're surrounded by mystery and intrigue.”

“It's what women find appealing.”

“Really? I thought it was your brooding loner image. I guess it ties in though, I can see that. Are you going to give tips to Jase on dealing with women?”

Cole shook his head. “Jase is going to find a really nice woman someday and have a family. He'll have two kids and come home every night to someone who loves him.” He sighed. “He's not excited about going to a regular school. I was hoping he'd go to a private one or even the public school, but he's always had tutors, and he isn't comfortable with anything else.”

“He isn't comfortable not being with you. In effect, this ranch has been the only place he's ever been. Didn't you say your father kept him prisoner here? Or close to it? He's staying in his comfort zone. We all do that. We stay with what we know.”

Cole tried not to wince. She was lashing him, and she wasn't even aware of it. If anyone stayed in his comfort zone, it was he. Cole didn't duck the issue. He was an adrenaline junkie, and he kept the rest of the world at a distance. She was just sitting there, looking beautiful, pointing out his every flaw, and through it all he had the
most incredible urge to kiss her until neither of them could think anymore. “Isn't it about time you tried to get some sleep?”

Maia glanced at her watch, deliberately ignoring the flare of desire in his eyes. “You're right. It's already morning. It doesn't look like we're going to get much of a break from this storm.”

Cole stood up, waited until she'd rinsed out her mug and climbed the stairs to the long sweep of a landing. “Good night, Doc, thanks for everything you've done.”

Maia smiled at him over her shoulder. “Anytime, Steele.”

“J
ASE
,” C
OLE SAID
casually, “the doc's out with the horse right now, so there's no rush. Before you go out to check on him I want to run something by you. I need a little advice.”

Jase sat down at the kitchen table across from his older brother. “What is it?” They'd slept in late, and he was anxious to make certain his horse had gotten through the night without a problem.

“The doc.” Cole pushed his hands through his hair, leaving it spiked and disheveled. “I checked the weather, and it looks like we'll be socked in for at least a week.”

“She'll have to stay here?” Jase couldn't prevent the grin from spreading across his face. “I don't mind. I think the doc's all right.”

“She loves Christmas, Jase, and she'll be stuck here with us probably through the twenty-fifth. She'll miss it.” Cole didn't look at the boy, but stood up and paced across the room in a restless, edgy movement. “She came out here doing us a favor, she's stuck working; in fact she's already out with Celtic High”—he glanced briefly at Jase, assessing his expression—“I mean Wally. I don't know, what do you think we should do?”

Jase rubbed his hand over his face, subconsciously copying his older brother's gestures. “Anything to eat around here?” He looked around the room, anywhere but at his brother. “I'm starving, and it smells good in here.”

“You're always starving. She made breakfast burritos for us. You just scoop up the eggs and wrap them in the tortilla. The tortillas are still warm.”

Jase made his burrito, took a healthy bite, and sat there chewing, contemplating. “I don't know, Cole. What do you think? She's really nice. Maybe we could put up a tree or something.”

Cole had his back to the boy, and he closed his eyes, his gut kicking up a protest. His ear was finely trained, tuned to catch the slightest nuances, and he could hear the combination of hesitancy and hope. “We've never done that before, either one of us. It might be interesting. The old man would turn over in his grave.”

“As long as he stays in it,” Jase said.

Cole turned back to face him. “I saw the body, Jase. He's dead.” Cole didn't admit he had insisted on seeing the body. He wouldn't have believed anything or anyone would ever manage to kill Brett Steele. The man had seemed invincible, a monster with such power he could live forever.
Jase had been in the house when the old man had bought it.
Cole tried to push the thought away.
Jase wasn't capable of murder—not even of a monster like their father, was he?
That niggling doubt persisted no matter how hard Cole worked at keeping it at bay.

“Who do you think killed him, Cole?”

“It could have been anyone. He had a lot of enemies,” Cole answered honestly, feeling relieved that there were other suspects. “I think the question we need answered is
why
someone killed him. Did it have anything to do with us? The ranch? The money? Anything that could affect us.”

“I didn't think of that. Why would it have something to do with us?”

Cole shrugged. “I don't know, but it bothers me that all these rumors are so persistent, the ones about me trying to do you in. Al mentioned you were helping him feed horses the other day, and you leaned against the fence in the corner and it gave way. If he hadn't grabbed you, you would have gone over that small cliff. You often lean up against that section when you watch the horses run. I've seen you do it.”

Cole had personally gone out to inspect the fence. Someone had deliberately loosened the post from the cement. The fall wouldn't have killed Jase, but it might have broken a bone or two. What had been the point? Any of the new hands could have done it. Cole had hired them out of Jackson Hole, but that didn't mean they might not be friends with the former crew. Al had even mentioned that his brother-in-law, Fred, had been around that day.

“Al said the fence was old and needed repairing.”

“Maybe. But now there's this incident with Wally. Don't you think it's strange my glove was found by the fence? I haven't been out there in a week, and my work gloves are always in my truck. I don't believe in coincidence. The old man was murdered, and, even though these incidents seem unrelated, I'm not so certain they are.”

Jase sagged in his chair. “I was thinking the same thing.” He looked at Cole, fear in his eyes. “But I was thinking maybe it was him. I know it's crazy, Cole, but
what if he found a way to come back? I read a couple of books on the subject, and some people believe a spirit can linger after death, especially if the death was violent.”

“That's a load of crap, Jase. He's dead and gone.”

“Then why does it feel as if he's still here? I swear I'm afraid to do anything. I even look up when I go into all the rooms, looking for the cameras he had to watch us all the time.” Jase looked about to cry.

“I destroyed the cameras and all the tapes, Jase. I did it right in front of you. We cleaned him out of here.” Cole cleared his throat. “Maybe we should try a Christmas tree and a few decorations. Let's take the house back completely. He can't dictate to us what we can or can't do. If you're still feeling him here, it's because we haven't made the house ours.” He tried not to wince as he repeated Maia's logic. “So it's really up to you if you want to try to celebrate Christmas this year. I'm game if you are.”

Jase shrugged, trying to look casual. “Well, maybe we should do it for the doc. I'd hate for her to be out here looking after Wally and missing something she loves.”

Cole kept his expression carefully blank. He wasn't about to take away the boy's courage by letting on that the very thought of trying to celebrate the holiday scared the hell out of him. He knew what he was getting himself into. Brett Steele had been particularly cruel at Christmas, and the number of Cole's nightmares increased in direct proportion to days of celebration. “Since I've never actually had a Christmas, we might need a little help in figuring out what we're supposed to do.”

“You know how pathetic that makes us, Cole?” Jase asked. “I can't go to school with a bunch of other kids and pretend my life is okay. I know you think I should, but I'm
never going to be like them. I don't want to have to pretend anymore.”

Jase took every occasion to remind Cole he objected strenuously to going into a classroom. Cole sighed. “I want you to have friends, Jase. You don't want to end up being a loner. If you don't get out there and mix it up with your peers, you'll never be able to.”

“Is that what happened to you?” Jase asked, belligerence creeping into his tone.

“As a matter of fact, yes. I grew up the same way you did, remember? You aren't alone in this. I wasn't allowed friends either. I had tutors right here on the ranch. If I liked one of the hands too much, he was sent packing. I don't have friends, and I don't make them. It's a hell of a way to live.”

“I don't want to go to school,” Jase said stubbornly.

Cole was happy the boy was at least telling him how he felt. That said he had grown comfortable enough with Cole to do so. In the first few weeks they'd been together, the boy had rarely offered an opinion on anything. “Let's do this, Jase. We'll start with this Christmas thing for the doc. If we can manage to get through it without the two of us going nuts, maybe we can move forward from there.”

Jase nodded. “I don't mind trying for the doc, but I'm not promising about school.” He scooped up more eggs and rolled them in a tortilla. “She's a pretty good cook, isn't she?”

“I thought so.”

“You like her don't you, Cole?”

Cole went very still inside. He tried a casual shrug. “What's not to like?”

Jase pushed his fork around the table. “Have you gone into the old man's office since he died?”

Cole's head went up alertly at the boy's tone. “A couple of times, not recently.”

“He has a couple of maps of the ranch that I wanted. I was going to put them in my room, but they're gone. They were in his desk drawer.”

“What do you mean, ‘gone'? No one's here but the two of us. I didn't touch the maps, didn't even know they were there.”

Cole felt a twinge of alarm. It was a silly thing, a missing map meant nothing at all, so alarms shouldn't be going off, but he'd long ago learned to pay attention when a small detail was out of place. “Jase, are you certain the maps were still there after Brett was killed? Someone could have borrowed them.”

Jase nodded. “I looked at them a week or so after he died.”

Cole drummed his fingers on the table. “That was before I fired Justine and Ben Briggs. It didn't occur to me they might take anything. I wouldn't know it if they did. They worked here for years, so they'd know more about what was in the house than either of us. They could have robbed us blind, and we wouldn't know.” But why would they take maps and not the Ming vase or the artwork worth thousands? Or any of the other priceless objects decorating every room of the house. “You're certain of the time line?”