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was tonight.”
He may have been busy, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about her. About the way she took care of Jesse and how right it all looked.
Or how much it would hurt her to lose him.
She sighed and her voice softened. “Actually, I probably would’ve missed your call anyway. I helped move cows all day.” He wanted to tell her not to worry so much about the cattle, but before he could speak, she asked, “Have you found out anything? How can we get Jesse back?”
He sucked in a breath and pulled the BMW into his parking space. “I have a plan, but it involves me adopting Jesse. Alone.”
A rustling and the soft creaking of bedsprings sounded over the line. From the buried past, an exhumed memory hit him as hard as a fist when the image of Micki in her bed and dressed in one of his T-shirts jumped to the front of his mind. How many times had he peeled the soft cotton from her body and kissed the tanned skin, tasting, teasing, until she’d begged him to take her? His groin jumped to life, and he had to concentrate on his plan.
Before he could tell her he’d bought the ranch and she wouldn’t have to move, she seethed, “How can you do this to me? I thought you believed the road wasn’t any place for a kid. Damn you, Gabe! You know I love him. Frankie would’ve wanted me to have him. You’re doing this to spite me, is that it?”
Why did she always have to assume he was trying to hurt her? Maybe he shouldn’t even try to keep her involved. Gritting his teeth and gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, he decided to stop trying. Even if he told her his plan, she’d refuse to be a part of it. She’d never take anything from him, and damn it, he was tired of being punished for leaving her. “My decision has nothing to do with you. He’s my brother, and I want to do what’s best for him.”
“That never mattered before! You hated my sister and your own father.”
In his mind, he saw her sitting in bed and clutching her cell phone. Looking sexy as hell with her long blond hair tumbling wild over her shoulders and her blue eyes fiery with anger.
He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to stop the erotic images. She’d never be his again, if she ever had been. The only person who mattered was Jesse. “Damn it, Michaela, I love him and I’ll do anything for him.”
“What kind of life can you give him, Gabe?”
Now, that was a million-dollar question. He turned the engine off and sat under the spotlights of the garage. As he stared at the concrete wall, he got his body under control but not the seething anger boiling his blood at her lack of faith in him. Reese was right. He didn’t need her to raise Jesse. Gabe loved him. He had a home and enough money to provide for him. What else did he need? Considering Michaela’s feelings had done nothing but cause him a shitload of grief, it was about time he started thinking about what was best for his brother. “A home. A good education. He’ll never want for anything.”
“I can give him those things as easily as you.”
“How? You refused to take me up on my offer to support him. Do you plan to use his inheritance?” He crossed the line with the accusation, but he didn’t give a goddamn. He’d had enough of her playing the martyr.
“I can’t believe you think I’d touch his money.” She was quiet for a moment, and he figured she was squaring her stubborn shoulders to blast him with some other crap. “I’m not going to deny things will be tough, but a lot of kids are raised in tough situations and do just fine. At least if he’s with me, I’d be the one raising him. Have you hired his nanny for when you’re partying with the latest slut? Or will you just pawn him off to the next bimbo you marry for advancement of your career?”
He’d wondered how long it would be before she brought up his ex-wife. Too wound up to hear Michaela’s thoughts about her, Gabe set his back teeth and hit the disconnect
He may have been busy, but that didn’t stop him from thinking about her. About the way she took care of Jesse and how right it all looked.
Or how much it would hurt her to lose him.
She sighed and her voice softened. “Actually, I probably would’ve missed your call anyway. I helped move cows all day.” He wanted to tell her not to worry so much about the cattle, but before he could speak, she asked, “Have you found out anything? How can we get Jesse back?”
He sucked in a breath and pulled the BMW into his parking space. “I have a plan, but it involves me adopting Jesse. Alone.”
A rustling and the soft creaking of bedsprings sounded over the line. From the buried past, an exhumed memory hit him as hard as a fist when the image of Micki in her bed and dressed in one of his T-shirts jumped to the front of his mind. How many times had he peeled the soft cotton from her body and kissed the tanned skin, tasting, teasing, until she’d begged him to take her? His groin jumped to life, and he had to concentrate on his plan.
Before he could tell her he’d bought the ranch and she wouldn’t have to move, she seethed, “How can you do this to me? I thought you believed the road wasn’t any place for a kid. Damn you, Gabe! You know I love him. Frankie would’ve wanted me to have him. You’re doing this to spite me, is that it?”
Why did she always have to assume he was trying to hurt her? Maybe he shouldn’t even try to keep her involved. Gritting his teeth and gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles turned white, he decided to stop trying. Even if he told her his plan, she’d refuse to be a part of it. She’d never take anything from him, and damn it, he was tired of being punished for leaving her. “My decision has nothing to do with you. He’s my brother, and I want to do what’s best for him.”
“That never mattered before! You hated my sister and your own father.”
In his mind, he saw her sitting in bed and clutching her cell phone. Looking sexy as hell with her long blond hair tumbling wild over her shoulders and her blue eyes fiery with anger.
He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping to stop the erotic images. She’d never be his again, if she ever had been. The only person who mattered was Jesse. “Damn it, Michaela, I love him and I’ll do anything for him.”
“What kind of life can you give him, Gabe?”
Now, that was a million-dollar question. He turned the engine off and sat under the spotlights of the garage. As he stared at the concrete wall, he got his body under control but not the seething anger boiling his blood at her lack of faith in him. Reese was right. He didn’t need her to raise Jesse. Gabe loved him. He had a home and enough money to provide for him. What else did he need? Considering Michaela’s feelings had done nothing but cause him a shitload of grief, it was about time he started thinking about what was best for his brother. “A home. A good education. He’ll never want for anything.”
“I can give him those things as easily as you.”
“How? You refused to take me up on my offer to support him. Do you plan to use his inheritance?” He crossed the line with the accusation, but he didn’t give a goddamn. He’d had enough of her playing the martyr.
“I can’t believe you think I’d touch his money.” She was quiet for a moment, and he figured she was squaring her stubborn shoulders to blast him with some other crap. “I’m not going to deny things will be tough, but a lot of kids are raised in tough situations and do just fine. At least if he’s with me, I’d be the one raising him. Have you hired his nanny for when you’re partying with the latest slut? Or will you just pawn him off to the next bimbo you marry for advancement of your career?”
He’d wondered how long it would be before she brought up his ex-wife. Too wound up to hear Michaela’s thoughts about her, Gabe set his back teeth and hit the disconnect
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