Cowboy Daddy

  Cowboy Daddy

  By

  Stephanie Brother

  © 2017 Stephanie Brother

  All Rights Reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locations is purely coincidental. The characters are all productions of the author's imagination.

  Please note that this work is intended only for adults over the age of 18 and all characters represented as 18 or over.

  Want my mailing list? Click here!

  Visit me on the web: www.stephaniebrother.com

  Follow me on Facebook & Twitter

  Would you like to join the exclusive Stephanie Brother Street Team and receive free advanced copies of my latest releases in exchange for an honest review?

  Sign up here!

  Cowboy Daddy is a 25,000 word novella, suitable for 18+ readers.

  About Cowboy Daddy…

  I found out that I had to be two things that I never thought I’d be in life. One was a cowboy, and the other was a daddy!

  Arrogant.

  Greedy.

  Selfish.

  Those are the words that spit out of my family’s mouth whenever they say my name.

  My twin brother, Noah thinks that he knows it all, even when we were little.

  The idea of going back to this life was something that I didn’t want to do. Living and working in the city suited me just fine, that was until I had something to prove, not only to myself but Rachel. The girl that I left behind because I found out that I was a daddy. Two things that I never thought I would be in life. One was a cowboy, and the other was a daddy.

  Author's Note:

  Jason is Noah's best friend from the novella, Single Daddy. Book 1 doesn’t have to be read to enjoy Book 4. They are all standalone novellas. This novella is short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy.

  Chapter One

  Jason

  I got up early to go to work, just like every other day. I knew it was different, though. I just didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t have time for breakfast, so I stopped by a café on the way for a coffee that would tide me over until it was time for lunch. Just like always.

  Once I arrived at work, though, it was obvious I couldn’t hide or ignore what had happened. My business was thriving, and that was all I wanted to think about. But it was hard to when the people that worked for me kept staring at me like they expected me to fall over.

  I ignored them the best I could. Even when they stopped talking every time I passed by. Even when several people asked me how I was doing too many times before lunch. I pushed it all away.

  Then, the call came.

  What does he want now?

  That was the thought in my mind when my phone rang, and I saw my grandpa’s name on the screen. He was perhaps the last person I expected or wanted, to hear from. He barely paid much attention to me, so after the surprise, I was annoyed.

  I picked the call up anyway because I wasn’t that rude. He spoke first.

  “Jason, when are you coming home!”

  It wasn’t a question, but a demand. I thinned my lips and thought twice about tossing out the words I wanted to say. None of them would have been respectful. I took a couple of breaths to cool myself down before speaking.

  “Was there something you wanted, Grandpa Nathan?”

  He scoffed. “Don’t get cute with me, boy. Just answer the question.”

  I closed my eyes. “As far as I know, Grandpa, my home is here. I have a business to run, and I’m too busy at the moment to cut short for a visit.”

  “I expect you in two days, Jason.”

  I fisted my hand where it lay on the desk, again trying to control myself.

  He’d always been like that. Every time I talked, it was like I was air. He heard nothing, but expected to be heard. More than that, he expected to be obeyed. I’d lived for a while without listening to his orders once I left home, though. I was not ready to go back to just doing whatever he said.

  In front of my grandpa, of all people, I could not allow myself to show weakness. He wasn’t all I was thinking about at the time, of course, but when I started my business and built it up to the success it currently was, I’d imagined showing it to my grandpa to show him just what I could achieve even without him. He thought himself so great; I could become greater. Only then would I not have to take his orders.

  “I’m afraid two days is a little short notice for me,” I said firmly. “I’ll have to check out my schedule, maybe free up some time before I could come down for a visit. And even then it can't be for long. I’ve been out of the office for some time; I have to make up for it.”

  There was another scoff. “Can I ask you why you could take time away from your office when you can't even do it to come and see your grandpa?”

  I tightened my lips, but for another reason besides my grandpa’s tone.

  No, I didn’t want to tell him why. I didn’t know how he would react, but it wouldn’t be good for me.

  The reason why I’d been out of the office for any length of time, the reason why when I did come back, my employees and colleagues were acting weird. The one thing I’d been trying to put out of my mind for the last several days.

  My life was in danger. I wasn’t sure from what or who, and that was the worrying part. The part that I was trying very hard not to worry about.

  Any other time, I wouldn’t have cared if someone outright threatened me. It had happened plenty of times. But I was focused, and I wouldn’t let anyone stand in my way. I just didn’t care. It was kind of hard to, though, when it meant putting my life on the line. Someone made me realize just what I was putting on the line because I hadn't before.

  “I’m sorry, Grandpa,” I said on automatic, my voice flat. “I’m a little busy at the moment. I’ll come visit some other time.”

  “I would like to talk to you, Jason,” he said. “Just imagine it’s an important discussion and make time. Soon.”

  He cut off the call, and all I could do was sigh. Suddenly, I was too exhausted even to get angry. Because now that I’d thought of it, I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

  There was a knock on my door minutes later that woke me up from my revelry. I sat up straight and tried to fix my expression.

  “Come in,” I called, all the excess, unnecessary emotions pushed behind a wall.

  “Excuse me, sir.” It was one of my employees. “I have some documents for you to look over and sign, sir? They’re needed in an hour.”

  I waved her inside, and she came over. She handed me a folder, and I set it down in front of me. I picked up a pen and quickly skimmed over the documents, signing where needed. Ten minutes later, I was done, and I handed the folder back to her.

  “Thank you, sir,” she said with a smile, taking back the documents. She walked out of my office in a hurry.

  Once I was alone again, I sighed and slumped back into my seat. I hadn't signed my name that many times, but my hands were trembling. My heart was beating a little too fast, too.

  Maybe…it was a sign that I wasn’t as ready to come back to work as I’d thought. I had figured I could take a short break and come back fine. It hadn't even been that long, less than a week. I thought I was still the old me, always in control and on top of everything.

  It was just a lie that I told myself, one that crumpled quickly.

  “This won’t be easy just to ignore,” I muttered to myself, leaning my head back and sighing. I blinked up at the ceiling. “Maybe… I could just visit, for a couple of days. Work can wait a bit longer.”
<
br />   It might be what I needed, some time away instead of just hiding away at my home and thinking that would help anything. I tended to anger a lot of people in my line of work and with my tenacity to succeed, and clearly, this one time I’d pissed off one too many.

  Decided, I got up. I picked up my coat that I’d thrown over the back of my seat when I arrived, then took my untouched cup of coffee that would have cooled down already. I didn’t tell anyone where I was going. They could just think I’d gone for lunch or whatever; I didn’t even care. I was suddenly in a hurry, locking my office and walking out to my car.

  I might as well get back home, maybe catch some sleep. I could make the trip overnight and be there in the morning. I didn’t need to pack much because I wouldn’t be staying long.

  I was only doing it so I could get some time off from running my empire. Something that I enjoyed getting it off the ground and now that it practically runs itself. I struggle to find the same enjoyment. I just know that I'm not here, because Grandpa ordered me to come here.

  Chapter Two

  Rachel

  I woke up with butterflies in my stomach. It was a wonder I’d slept over at all. Usually, I didn’t do well when it came to sleeping away from home, and something big was coming up. But I’d eaten well, and somehow must have dozed off in the unfamiliar bed.

  “I’m sure I’m going to regret this,” I told myself as I stood up.

  On the floor beside the bed was my small bag. I’d only packed some clothes and toiletries. I could have just stayed at home and come in the morning, but Nathan had insisted on my sleeping over, and I couldn’t refuse the older man anything. Not when he’d been so good to me for a while now.

  I went to the bathroom and had a quick shower. Afterwards, I went back to the bedroom and dressed up, then brushed my hair. I paused right in the middle, frozen as it hit me again.

  “Jason is coming home.”

  My voice came out in a slightly horrified whisper. They were words I hadn't expected to hear, and they might have played a part in why I accepted Nathan’s offer so quickly.

  I moved to sit down on the bed and looked down at myself. I was the kind of girl that preferred jeans and t-shirts to skirts and dresses unless I was going to a party or some formal affair, though I rarely went to those. When I heard he was coming, my first instinct had been to grab my dressiest outfit. And, there I was in my best skirt and blouse, putting on make-up and accessories that, again, I only saved up for special occasions.

  “I’m out of my mind,” I groaned to myself.

  Jason and I, that hadn't existed for a while, and with how things were and how they ended, I should have left them that way. So why was I so willing to turn my life upside down over this man still, even with our history?

  I finished getting dressed and went downstairs. I’d woken a little late, and I found Nathan already at the dining table with breakfast served. He looked up as I walked into the room and smiled at me.

  “There you are, Rachel,” he said warmly. “I was about to have someone come up and get you.”

  I smiled shyly. “Sorry. I guess I was just really tired yesterday. I went out like a light and only got up half an hour ago.”

  He waved a hand at me. “Don’t worry about that. Just come over here and sit with me, huh? Have breakfast. It can't be long now.”

  I wished he hadn't reminded me. I was trying to put it out of my mind so the butterflies in my stomach could properly settle, but I was nervous again. Still, I did as he’d asked. Even nervous, breakfast looked good, and I decided I could at least eat. Nathan sat at the head of the table, and he motioned me to take the seat to his right, so I did. I served myself, and we spent some minutes in silence. My mind, however, was quite the opposite of silent.

  Jason is coming back here. So why aren’t I somewhere else?

  That thought had me pausing again. Slowly, I set down my spoon and looked over at Nathan. He was already done with breakfast, slowly sipping his tea as he read the news on a tablet, reading glasses settled on his nose. A while ago, it would have been coffee, but he’d stopped taking it at some point for the sake of his health.

  “Nathan?” I spoke, breaking the silence between us.

  He looked up, expectant. “Yes, Rachel?”

  I took in a shaky breath, folding my hands together on the table to stop the trembling in them. It was so bad now that Nathan noticed it when his eyes dropped to my hands. He was suddenly more alert for my answer, and I smiled at him, though it was shaky.

  “I’m sorry to say this so late, Nathan, but…suddenly, I’m not sure if this is the best idea.”

  He sighed and set the tablet down. He reached for my hands, pulling them over so he could hold them both beneath his own. It helped a little, but it didn’t take out the worry I felt in my heart.

  Maybe this wasn’t the best decision to make?

  “Rachel,” he said calmly. “I can understand how hard this must be for you. But please, I need for you to be here when Jason arrives.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath when he said his name. In my current state, the last thing I needed was to hear him.

  “What if I can't go through with this?” I asked, my voice coming out low and hoarse. “Nathan, I’m scared. I don’t know what he’s going to do, but I can guess. He probably won’t be happy to see me here.”

  “That is his problem,” Nathan said. “I happen to want you here, and he can be an adult about it and put up with it. This is my ranch. He can't send you away from here, so don’t worry about that.”

  I pursed my lips. I wasn’t sure how to tell him that wasn’t quite my problem. If he wanted me gone, then I would just go. It would mean I didn’t have to look at him too much, and I would be pretty okay with that. It was seeing him that I had a problem with, after all. And not just because of what he would do and say. I was afraid for myself.

  Just what would meeting Jason this late change anyway? What happened between us, happened. Jason, that bastard, chose to walk away, and I let him go. I told myself so many times that I was better off without him.

  “I think I should just go before it’s too late,” I said, trying to be insistent. “Nathan, I don’t want to make things any more difficult for the two of you. I know you want to tell him something important. I don’t need to be here.”

  He shook his head stubbornly. “No. What I want to say to him includes you, so wouldn’t it be for the best if you were here?” He squeezed my hands, where he still held them between his. “You do not have to worry about my grandson.”

  I sighed, because I didn’t entirely believe that. Even if Nathan could reign him in, I still had something to worry about. I remembered what I was like when Jason left me alone, how difficult things had been for me since. To suddenly see him right in front of me…how could that not change things? I was dressed up and ready to see him. There was no way I could just meet him again and not feel something about it.

  Nathan saw my reluctance. He pulled away one of his hands and patted me on the shoulder.

  “I’m not going to force you to pander to this old man’s whims, Rachel. If you don’t want to be here, I’m not going to force you. I would love for you to stay, but not if you’re so against it.”

  I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. I pulled my hands back and caught his between mine instead. I gave him another shaky smile as I gave a light squeeze.

  “It’s not that I’m against it, exactly…”

  “If it’s worry, then you don’t need it. I know my grandson is a jerk. I just can't sit back and allow it, though. Something needs to be done, and I’m going to do just that. You just have to sit and watch, okay? Simple.”

  Simple, he said. Just sitting there and watching Jason... could anything else be harder for me?

  Chapter Three

  Jason

  I was on the road pretty late, but it was early morning when I got close to the ranch. I didn’t pay much attention to the scenery when it was dark, but now that it was daylight, I couldn
’t help but look around.

  How long had it been since I’d been away from the chaos of the city? Out in the country, it wasn’t quite so crowded. There were large fields with the occasional house or building. I passed some small towns on the way before I got to the one closest to the ranch. It had been years since I was back, and in that time, my grandpa had been insisting I came back. He had been even more insistent about it more recently.

  I can't believe I’m going back, though.

  The last time I left, I’d been pretty sure I would be staying away for good.

  I slowed down the car as I came closer to the last place I wanted to be. If my place weren't so dangerous for the moment, I wouldn’t have gone to begin with. Now that I had, I couldn’t help but regret it. Like I knew something bad would happen on this trip.

  And it did.

  I arrived at the ranch around midmorning. I got out of my car, but left the small suitcase I’d packed in the trunk. I walked up the short steps to the porch, crossed the space to the door, knocked, and pulled it open.

  “Hello,” I called as I walked inside.

  There was no response, but I could hear sounds coming from the kitchen. The first person I laid my eyes on once I walked into the kitchen, was Rachel.

  Rachel…

  The last person I expected to see. We had history, and I couldn’t even say I wanted to see her. She caught sight of me as well, and it was like I caught her off guard. She was staring at me with her eyes blown wide. My eyes moved over to my grandpa, who was watching me calmly.

  Then, I turned my back to walk back out.

  Of all the dirty fucking tricks…

  I knew where my grandpa stood on my relationship with Rachel, though I didn’t see why he got a say anyway. He’d always thought I was a bastard to her. I didn’t exactly disagree, but I’d told him plenty of times not to interfere. So what the fuck was he doing, calling me home and having her wait for me? Did he know I’d be coming the day after he made the call? There was no way he could have found out about the danger I was in already because there was nothing else that could have had me running back.