Rough Riders: Gone Country Part 33

Sierra shook her head. "When the mall cops couldn't get a hold of my mom or my dad, they called the real cops who put me in juvenile detention. With all these kids who had serious problems." She shuddered. "A fifteen-year-old busted for prost.i.tution, a twelve-year-old who'd pa.s.sed out in the park after she'd nearly died from alcohol poisoning and a girl who a.s.saulted a cop as a gang initiation."

"How long did they leave you in the holding cell?"

"Six hours before my dad showed up. It was horrible. And I said really awful things to him. I was just scared and took it out on him." She sighed. "He got the best shot in though, when he sprang the surprise move on me in front of the magistrate."

Boone grinned. "Bet that went over well with you."

"It was like he was purposely trying to ruin my life. My mom had ditched me. The people I'd tried to impress with my klepto ways? They lied; they'd bought bought all the stuff they'd supposedly stolen. Then those f.u.c.kers had the b.a.l.l.s to tell me that they didn't want to be a.s.sociated with a juvenile delinquent." all the stuff they'd supposedly stolen. Then those f.u.c.kers had the b.a.l.l.s to tell me that they didn't want to be a.s.sociated with a juvenile delinquent."

"f.u.c.k, Sierra. That's harsh. So do you hate that your dad made you move to Wyoming?"

She shrugged. "Some days it's not so bad." Like right now. Like right now. "But others...it sucks. It hasn't escaped your notice that I'm home on a Sat.u.r.day night." For the third Sat.u.r.day night in a row. "But others...it sucks. It hasn't escaped your notice that I'm home on a Sat.u.r.day night." For the third Sat.u.r.day night in a row.

"I thought you were hanging out with Marin?"

"I was. Until she got a boyfriend. I mean, we still see each other at school, but she'd rather be with him on weekends. And I can only tag along out of pity so many times."

"Pity. Right. Haven't any of the guys in our school asked you out?" He paused and frowned. "That's a good thing. They're all boneheads. Or cowboys. You're better off at home." Boone stood. "Now that I know all your secrets, I gotta head out so I can spread them far and wide." He ducked when she swatted at him. "Kidding. But I do need to hit the road."

"You're not leaving until you call your uncles."

"Maybe my cell phone is warmed up. The cold sucks the battery life to nothin'." Boone reached into the pocket of his coveralls and pulled out an older model cell phone with an antenna. "Just enough juice to make a call."

"Use the house phone and save your battery life." She snagged the portable receiver from the hallway.

He kept his eyes on hers as he waited for someone to pick up. "Chet? Ha ha, a.s.shole, no, I ain't in jail. f.u.c.k you. I am having problems with my bike though." Pause. "Yeah, I know. I'm on my way home. Out Burner Road. I had to stop in at Rielle's place and warm up after my bike c.r.a.pped out. Okay. Yeah, I've got it with me but it shuts down." Pause. "I will. G.o.d. I said I would. Bye." He hung up.

Then he started putting his clothes back on.

"Do I get your number? So I can check to see that you're home safe?" That didn't sound s.k.a.n.ky and desperate, did it?

"I don't know..." He tapped his finger on his lips as if giving the matter great thought. "I don't usually give it out. But I suppose suppose I could make an exception to the person who saved my life." He rattled off the number. I could make an exception to the person who saved my life." He rattled off the number.

She added him to her contact list. "Why don't you give it out?"

"Because I'm not interested in dating, remember? But I'm pretty sure you won't be calling me up to ask me out."

"How do you know?"

Boone's face turned somber. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "You don't want to date me, beautiful girl. Trust me on that."

Sierra couldn't move. She couldn't speak. She barely breathed.

"Besides. We're friends. Now that we know each other's secrets, maybe I'll swing by some Friday night and we can do each other's hair."

She found her voice. "With the hat hair you're sporting? No way, dude."

"You crack me up." He slipped on his hat and gloves.

"Promise you'll call me when you get home. Or text me. Something that lets me know you're safe."

"I will. See ya around, McKay."

She wanted to stand on the porch and watch him take off, but remained inside by the door, listening for the sound of a motorcycle starting. She heard a high pitched whine and then the sound faded.

Chapter Twenty-Three

December...

The week after Thanksgiving Sierra entered Gavin's office, phone to her ear, stopping in front of his desk. "No, Mom. I don't get to decide that. It's between you and Dad. Hang on, he's right here." She handed him her phone. "You need to talk to her now now."

Gavin's entire body tensed. "Fine. But stick around." Then he steeled himself for the conversation. "Hey, Ellen. What's up?"

"After speaking with our daughter? My blood pressure, merci merci."

Christ. Now she casually sprinkled French words into conversation? She was probably wearing a d.a.m.n beret. "I don't know what's going on, so why don't you fill me in?"

"I asked Sierra to come to Paris for her Christmas break and she didn't seem very excited. That hurts because I haven't seen my only child since June. So have you spent the last few months turning my daughter against me, Gavin?"

Stay calm. "Not at all. You have to admit the come to Paris for the holidays come to Paris for the holidays invitation is a little out of left field." invitation is a little out of left field."

"But not out of line," she retorted. "The court awarded you full custody, but I do have the legal right to request holidays."

"I realize that."

"Then you also realize you've had her for every holiday this year? And her birthday?"

"You've had her for Christmas the last five years! I only get her for one day on Thanksgiving, and then you pick her up at the crack of dawn to go shopping the next day. This is the first year I haven't had to share her on her birthday since she was five years old." He felt Sierra staring at him and his face heated. Dammit. He'd sworn he wouldn't do this in front of her.

"Fine. Whatever. But consider this my unofficial request. I want Sierra to spend Christmas with me. In Paris."

"You really expect me to put our sixteen-year-old daughter on a ten-hour flight to France...by herself?"

Sierra leapt up and leaned across the desk, her eyes beseeching. "No. Don't let her guilt you into it, Dad."

"She's not a baby. She's flown more times than most kids her age. Don't you remember she flew to New York by herself when she was twelve?"

"She wasn't by herself. That was a school-sponsored event with adult chaperones, so there's no correlation to this situation."

"I suppose we could take this issue to our attorneys." Ellen sighed. "Or we could save the legal fees and you could fly to Paris with her, and back to the U.S., since you're so concerned about her safety."

"Really? What would I do in Paris for a week?"

"It's the most romantic city in the world, I'm sure you could come up with something." She trilled that mean, annoying laugh. "Oh right, for a second I forgot who I was talking to. Gavin Daniels-the man without a romantic bone in his body."

Don't take the bait.

When he didn't respond, she blithely continued on, "Besides, it's not like you can't afford it."

"Not the point, Ellen."

"And Sierra's break is two two weeks, not one week, so I'd expect her here for the entire time. Plus the travel days. I intend to show her more of Europe than just France." weeks, not one week, so I'd expect her here for the entire time. Plus the travel days. I intend to show her more of Europe than just France."

"Ask her where her boyfriend will be," Sierra demanded. "And if he knows I'm her daughter and not her sister."

What the f.u.c.k? When had that happened? Why hadn't Sierra told him?

"What's Sierra saying?" Ellen demanded. "Has she changed her mind? Tell her we'll have a wonderful time together."

Ellen spoke so loudly Sierra had heard every word.

This back and forth bulls.h.i.t hurt his ears and his head. Nothing would be resolved today anyway. "Look, Ellen, let me talk it over with Sierra and we'll figure something out. I'll get back to you as soon as I can, all right?"

A long pause. "All right. She's my daughter too, Gavin. And don't think for a second I don't miss her, because I do." She hung up.

f.u.c.k. He wished he could just be p.i.s.sed off at Ellen for being unreasonable, but she had a point. This was the longest she'd been away from Sierra. Granted, it'd been Ellen's choice, but he felt he should at least try to find a way for them to spend time together.

He handed Sierra's phone back.

"Please, Dad, don't make me go."

"Sierra, sweetheart-"

"I can't believe you're even considering this!"

I can't either.

"You won't let me drive into Sundance by myself but you'd send me halfway across the world by myself? That makes no sense."

"She's your mother. She has a right to see you." Gavin glanced up to see that I'll argue this to death I'll argue this to death stubborn set to his daughter's chin so he tried a different approach. "She misses you. And I know you miss her too. So think about that before you say or do something rash." stubborn set to his daughter's chin so he tried a different approach. "She misses you. And I know you miss her too. So think about that before you say or do something rash."

Sierra made an exasperated sound and stormed out.

He turned to the window and opened the shade. The sunshine reflecting off the snow made everything blindingly white. From this distance the pristine view looked like an old-fashioned scene from a vintage postcard.

Maybe it was silly and sentimental, but he'd been looking forward to their first Christmas in Wyoming. The snow covered pine trees and the chilly air made everything more festive. Add in all the upcoming McKay family parties and for once he wasn't dreading the holidays.

Sierra had spent the last five Christmases with Ellen, leaving him to face the day alone. After his mother died the pity invites for Christmas dinner tended to p.i.s.s him off-to the point he morphed into Scrooge the week before to stave off said invites.

He'd never been that big on holidays anyway, not even when his parents were alive, save for the few times he had Sierra all to himself on Christmas morning. Seeing her eyes light up when she saw her gift from Santa and the piles of presents from him. The two of them lazing around all morning in their pajamas, playing with her new toys and eating Christmas candy for breakfast.

Eventually they'd get ready for Christmas dinner at his parents' house. Sierra dolled up in a fancy holiday dress-the more taffeta, lace and velvet the better, with matching shoes and hair ribbons.

Gavin remembered combing the tangles from her snarled hair and her explicit instructions on where to place the barrettes, headband or ponytail holder. Her instructions had amused him, because he'd been putting her hair in a ponytail or pigtails since she'd turned two.

Now she was sixteen. Sometimes he wondered how that'd happened so fast, her change from a sleepy-eyed toddler dragging her favorite Tigger blanket, to the eye-rolling teen with her hand out for the car keys.

Arms snaked around his waist. Body heat and his lover's sweet honeysuckle scent surrounded him. Rielle placed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

"You okay?" she asked. "I heard Sierra's door slam."

"Yeah. Just lost in thought."

"I know. I called your name but you didn't answer."

He turned around and held her face in his hands, kissing her deeply. When he eased back, she wore the secret smile that was an instant aphrodisiac. He seriously considered sweeping everything off his desk and taking her right there.

"I recognize that look in your eye, tyc.o.o.n. But I'm afraid I'll have to take a raincheck, since there are four loaves of cranberry orange hazelnut bread and eggnog spiced pumpkin bread baking in the oven that will require my attention shortly."

"Mmm. Hot bread sounds almost as good as hot s.e.x." He kissed her again, with a little more zeal, letting his hands wander to fondle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. When Rielle emitted that s.e.xy squeak, he grinned at her. "Sorry. Just a self-reminder that nothing compares to s.e.x with you."

"You are tempting me to just let the d.a.m.n bread burn."

He had a brilliant idea. "Ree. What are you doing for Christmas?"

Her eyes narrowed at the abrupt subject change. "Same thing we do every year. Put up a tree, bake and eat until my jeans are too tight and hang out by the fireplace with Rory, chugging hot chocolate or wine...depending on the day. Why?"

"How would you like to go to Paris with me for Christmas?"

Rielle's jaw dropped. "What? Paris? As in Paris, France?"

"I sure wasn't talking about dragging you to Paris, Texas," he said dryly.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Doesn't that sound romantic? You and me strolling along the Seine? Kissing on the Eiffel Tower? Checking out the handmade goods at the markets? Sipping wine by candlelight in a cozy cafe? Rolling around in a big bed in our hotel suite?"

A couple long seconds pa.s.sed before she said, "Gavin. I'm...stunned."

"Good. Then say yes. We'll spend two weeks together, just the two of us. You'll be pampered like you deserve. You won't have to lift a finger or do anything but relax." He kissed her again. "You work too d.a.m.n hard, honey. Let's take a break."

Rielle stepped back. "I can't afford a trip like that."

He tried to curb his offense, but his words came out clipped. "I don't expect you to pay your way. I was inviting you as my guest."

"As your guest?" The look in her eyes and her tone made the word guest sound like wh.o.r.e wh.o.r.e. "Then definitely not."

"I don't understand."