Romance: SCREWED (An Arranged Marriage to the NFL Bad Boy) (A New Adult Contemporary Athlete Sports Football Romance) (13 page)

The engine rumbled to life and Heather strapped herself into her first class seat on the American Airlines flight. There were few passengers on the aircraft, and the aisle seat next to her was empty except for the three books she’d purchased at the airport to entertain her on the six-hour flight from New York to Wyoming.

“Would you care for a glass of champagne, madam, or a hot towel?” the airhostess leaned forward with the tray. Heather smiled gratefully but only took an orange juice, she didn’t like drinking on flights – it made her feel woozy.

She watched New York getting smaller from her window, and soon she could just see an expanse of crisp blue sky that seemed to last for eternity. She leant forward under the seat in front of her and retrieved her bag, taking out the letter that she’d been given by the mail order agency. She’d opened it a few hundred times since first receiving it, but each time was touched at the sentiment that leapt from the pages. 

Dear Heather,

Thank you for sending your picture, you are beautiful. I already love your kind eyes. I am a nice, kind man who lives on a ranch, with a paddock that has five horses, and I would love to take you riding with me. I also have a daughter called Chloe, she is ten, and also very lovely. I hope that you like to cook, and can do complicated hair braids - I can’t. We are a happy, kind family and we love each other very much, but I am missing a wife and my daughter is missing a mom. It would be very nice if you could come and join us.

I’m looking forward to meeting you.

Tanner Holt.

What had persuaded her to make the trip was the reference to his daughter. He was clearly putting her needs first – and Heather knew she could feel forever warm and compassionate toward a man who evidently loved his daughter so much he was willing to request a mail order bride to ensure he found the right sort of woman he was looking for. Heather believed that she could be that woman.

She had always known, ever since she was in her teens, that she wanted to be a mother. Finding out that she couldn’t have children had been a horrible experience, she felt like her life had been robbed of meaning. She thought Bertram felt the loss as keenly as she did, but in retrospect, she realized what she had assumed was his cold and distant way of dealing with misery, was probably relief as he put his plan in motion to separate from her.

Putting the letter carefully back into the envelope, she took out the accompanying photos. There were two, one of Tanner Holt standing in the sun with the Wyoming mountainscape behind him and another of his daughter Chloe, being given a piggy back ride on his shoulders. She must have been about six in this photo, all gangly legs and a beautiful freckled face.

She studied Tanner more closely, he was the only aspect she was confused by: the man was heart-stoppingly gorgeous; tall, broad and strong, with beautiful brown eyes and dark hair that fell messily around his chiseled face. She didn’t understand why he was sending for a bride – this man would have absolutely no problem finding a woman. She could count about ten women she knew off the top of her head that would happily drop their Manhattan lives in a New York minute to spend time with this man.

She supposed this was part of him putting his daughter first. Perhaps his feelings didn’t really come into account – he wanted a good mother for his daughter above everything, and he would settle for companionship. She admired him for that. She smiled to herself, and looked away from the photo; she hoped he
did
want more than just companionship – Tanner Holt was divine, and she didn’t know if she could handle having a platonic relationship with that physique.

Sweet fresh air hit her as soon as she exited the plane. Heather had slept through the majority of the flight, her books and inflight entertainment system had been ignored in favor of the best sleep she’d experienced since her father’s death. 

She’d woken up as they came into landing. The landscape was spectacular; large open fields interspersed by dense forest, sweeping mountains that had emerged from the tops of clouds as the plane made its decent. The lakes looked like pools of cut glass from the plane, cool and crisp. As they got closer, Heather could see that they reflected the mountain ranges in the distance, making the horizon look eternal.  The plane took its time circulating, and eventually dove down at the foot of a mountain.

As soon as she exited the arrivals lounge of the tiny airport, she was met by a local taxi driver holding a name board. Heather was so grateful she almost wept – Tanner Holt had thought of everything, paying for the first class ticket, and transfers to and from the airport.

As they made their journey to Tanner’s ranch, Heather could see how beautiful and peaceful Jackson was, after a few miles of agricultural land they passed through Jackson Hole, the main town. It was full of rustic charm; most of the structures were pine rendered giving the area a ski-lodge feel. The town was fairly bustling, but at this time of year, Heather supposed there was a lot of tourism.

“How far are we from the Holt’s place?” asked the taxi driver.

“Not far ma’am. Tanner’s out by Cache Creek. It’s just a couple of miles from the town,” replied the Taxi Driver, affably.

“Do you know Tanner?”

“Yup. We all pretty much know each other round here ma’am. I drink with Tanner in Jake’s Place sometimes – a bar in town.”

“Is he,” Heather hesitated, “a nice man?” She wondered if it was strange of her to ask - if all went well she would be presented as his fiancé at some point, but perhaps the man wouldn’t remember.

“Tanner’s a good man. You a friend or relative?” The driver eyed her in his rear view mirror.

“I’m a friend.” Heather didn’t elaborate, but smiled winningly at the man. She hoped he wouldn’t ask more questions about her relationship to Tanner. But the man merely nodded in response and gave a short grunt of approval.

“Well. Nice area this. Here on holiday?” He asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

“Yes. Here on holiday, but, well – we’ll see.” Heather blushed, she wasn’t very good at being vague, but she certainly didn’t want to reveal her situation to a stranger.

“If you don’t mind me saying – looks like you could use one. Pretty girl’s like you shouldn’t look so tired and sad.” 

Normally Heather would be put off by a stranger being so forthcoming, but she reminded herself that this is what small town living would be like. As he said, they all knew each other around here. She also didn’t think the man meant anything rude by it – and he was probably right, she’d had a brief look at herself in the bathroom mirrors at the airport. She looked tired and drawn.

Surreptitiously she pinched her cheeks, trying to get some life into them. She hoped she would have a few moments before meeting Tanner to clean up a bit.

The man smiled at her, “Aw, honey – I didn’t mean to make you self-conscious, you’re a beautiful woman. Just look like you could do with a good sleep, fresh air, and some feeding. Well, you come to the right place.” Heather smiled back at him gratefully, the next moment he spoke again, “It’s just up here.”

He turned the corner on the dusty dirt road that they’d be following for the last ten minutes, and started to follow a makeshift tire-track road.

Ahead of them Heather could see a huge log ranch. It had large glass pane windows fronting the entrance, covering two floors. The rest of the building was a more traditional log cabin design, with smaller square windows and low-toped roofing. It was much grander than Heather had ever imagined, and she hoped that what she’d packed would be acceptable to Tanner – it was mainly hard-wearing outdoor clothing; jeans, fleeces and t-shirts. She’d brought a few nice tops for the evening, but that was it. She suddenly felt anxious that Tanner was expecting the manicured, lithe hard-bodies of New York, but then she recalled the letter. He knew what she looked like, it would be okay.

She took a deep breath to steady herself. It was time to face whatever her future had in store.

Chloe had been waiting at the window all afternoon. She’d seen the taxi coming down the valley of Cache Creek, and started to run down the staircase, knocking Josiah out of the way.

“Where’s the fire?” He’d bellowed after her. Chloe completely ignored him, hurrying to the door and then busting through to the porch where she’d decided she would wait. It would mean she could help Heather with her bags, and Heather would immediately see what a great daughter she’d be.

Josiah came and joined her on the porch. He too, had seen the car coming up the drive.

“Who’s visitin’ Chloe? Your dad never said anything about anybody.” He asked the girl, who by now was practically hyperventilating with excitement.

“That’s because dad doesn’t know.”

“Do you know?” Josiah eyed her suspiciously.

“No.” Chloe lied, crossing her arms and jutting out her chin, without removing her gaze from the approaching car.

“No?” Josiah asked again. Crouching down to eye-level with Chloe. “Are you sure you don’t know?” 

Before Chloe could reply, the door of the Taxi opened, and Heather stepped out.

Chloe ran down the porch steps, and galloped over the grass to greet her new mother. She stopped still in front of her. Drinking in the long hair, the beautiful brown eyes that were warm with kindness, and the welcoming smile of her face showing perfectly white teeth.

“Are you Chloe?” the woman asked.

“Hi.” Replied Chloe, suddenly shy and feeling a little overwhelmed. “You’re Heather?”

“I am. I’ve really looked forward to meeting you.” Heather opened her arms, inviting the girl into a hug. Chloe stepped timidly into her embrace, and drank in Heather’s smell of fresh laundry and a delicate floral perfume. Her hugs, like her father’s, felt solid and loving, but she found Heather’s to be much softer and gentler. Chloe felt like she could stay in her arms forever, feeling small, and safe and warm.

Eventually she broke away, and looked up at Heather. Her eyes looked a little wet, and Chloe hoped she hadn’t upset the woman.

“Heather, can I show you the house? Would you like to see my room?”

Heather laughed, “I would love to” She paused, looking up at the porch, “Is that your daddy, Chloe?” she asked.

“No! That’s Josiah. He’s my sitter. And works on the ranch with my dad. My dad’s not here, he had to fix Billy Nelson’s gate. He is very sorry that he can’t see you right away, and asked to send you his deepest regrets.” Finished Chloe confidently. She beamed up at Heather.

“That’s a shame. Well, I look forward to meeting him later.” Heather replied. She was a bit disappointed that he wasn’t here to greet her, but then a ranch emergency couldn’t be ignored. She shrugged, and thanked the cab driver for retrieving her bags from the trunk. He tipped his cap to her, and then drove the cab back down the track.

Josiah came forward, taking the bags from Heather.

“I was doing that Josiah!” Chloe wrestled one out of his hand, and although it was almost the same size as she was, she bravely staggered with it up the steps.

“Hello. I’m Heather.” Heather held out her hand to Josiah, and he smiled as he took it.

“Nice to meet you, Heather.” Josiah was too polite to ask who she was, and what she was doing here, so he just continued to carry the other bag up to the house.

“I can take that,” said Heather, feeling horribly guilty at a young child and an old man carrying her bags for her, “really. Let me.”

“Nope,” replied Josiah winking at her, “not in this part of the world you don’t. We don’t let guests carry their own bags over the threshold.” Heather smiled, and followed him into the house.

She only just stopped herself from gasping as they entered into the front room. The window frontage let in the red, yellows and pinks of the sunset. It was stunning. Despite the majesty of the entrance, the house looked incredibly cozy and inviting. The furniture looked lived in, two huge leather sofas were beautifully cracked and vintage looking, something people were paying a fortune for in New York.  A huge fireplace crackled invitingly in the center of the room, it’s flue reaching up through the ceiling. The entire house smelt faintly of cedar wood, and Heather could practically feel her body relax as they went from room to room.

“This is your guest bedroom,” announced Chloe, at the door of a very pretty room, with a closet, chest of draws and a decently sized double bed. Heather walked over to the window, admiring the view out over the valley.

“It’s beautiful, thank you so much Chloe.” She turned back to face the girl, and as she did so, she noticed a vase of wild flowers sitting on the chest of draws.

“Are these from you?” she asked Chloe.

“Me and my dad,” replied Chloe proudly, “do you like them?”

“I love them!” exclaimed Heather.

Chloe smiled back at her, “we’re really excited you’re here. My dad can’t wait to meet you. I hope you like it here. We have horses and other animals; I can show you them tomorrow. And we can go fishing in the lake, if you’d like? There’s loads of things to do here.” Chloe finished almost breathless.

“I love it here Chloe, it’s wonderful.” Heather reassured her. Chloe’s face flushed pink at the compliment.