the sight of orange-and-white balls of fluff tumbling around inside the box, scrambling to get to their mamaâs milk.
âTheyâre getting big,â he observed, hunkering down beside Tess. âDo you have a favorite?â
âNot really,â she said, but her gaze was fixed on the runt of the litter, who couldnât seem to squeeze in to feed.
Jake reached down, picked the littlest kitten up and made room for it. âLooks like this one needs some extra attention,â he said, thinking it was a lot like Tess herself. Megan, too, though she would have hated the comparison.
âI suppose.â
âMaybe you should consider adopting it and taking it inside. Itâs big enough now, especially if you bottle-fed it for a couple of weeks.â
âI canât,â she said, though her expression was wistful.
âHow come?â
âTex said.â
âDid he say why?â
âHe said he wasnât having some damned cat bringing in fleas and tearing up the furniture.â
Jake held back a grin. He had a hunch sheâd nailed the old manâs exact words. âYou know what I think?â
âWhat?â
âThat if Tex could see how lonely youâve been feeling the last day or so, heâd change his mind.â
Her face brightened. âDo you think so?â
âI know so,â Jake insisted, because there wasnât a chance in hell the old man could contradict him. Tess needed something weaker and needier to tend to right now. He doubted Mrs. Gomez would have any objections. He knew for a fact there were cats crawling all over her own house. She took in every stray that ever came to the door, him included. On more than one occasion, sheâd been the one heâd run to when he couldnât bear one more night in the same house with his mother and her âgentlemen callers.â
He glanced up from the kittens and caught Tess studying him intently.
âCan I ask you something?â she asked.
âOf course.â
âIs she going to keep me?â
âYou mean Megan?â
Tess nodded, her expression bleak. âI donât think she likes me much.â
âYou just took her by surprise, thatâs all. No one had told her about you.â
âWell, having her come busting in here like she owns the place ainât no picnic for me, either.â
âShe does own the place,â Jake pointed out gently.
âThen how come she doesnât live here?â
âBecause sheâs got a job in New York.â
âThat TV show,â Tess said, feigning disinterest despite the spark of fascination that lit her eyes. âTex used to watch it sometimes. He didnât think I knew that, but I did. Sometimes Iâd hide out in his office behind that big old chair of his. Right after dinner, heâd come in there, put in the tape and watch, muttering to himself.â
âEver hear what he said?â
âThat it was damned fool nonsense,â she quoted, probably precisely. âYou know what I think, though?â
âWhat?â
âThat he was real proud of her. He never looked at me the way he looked at that show of hers.â Her lower lip trembled. âI donât think he gave a damn about me at all.â
Ignoring the substance of the remark for the moment, he chided, âYou know, kiddo, you really doneed to clean up your language. Ladies donât swear half as much as you do.â
âMaybe I donât want to be no lady.â
Jake grinned at the defiance. âWhat do you want to be?â
Her expression brightened. âA rancher, just like Tex,â she said decisively. âThen I could boss people around and make lots of money and ride horses.â She met Jakeâs gaze. âHe was teaching me to ride. Did you know that? Thatâs when it happened. He fell right down on the ground. I screamed and screamed for somebody to come, but it took forever. I