Her Forever Man. Leanne Banks

badger guests for money,” he said in the quiet, but rock-hard voice he used when he pulled rank. “Even for good causes.”

      Tyler sighed impatiently, but dug into his stew.

      Chuck shook his head. “I never heard of that one. So your job is to give away your money. Why don’t you want to keep it for your husband and kids?”

      “I don’t have a husband and children,” she said in a crisp voice.

      “Yeah, but some lucky guy’ll get a ring on your finger—”

      Felicity shook her head. “I’m not getting married. Right now, my appeal to men is my inheritance. As soon as I give half of it away, my appeal will disappear.”

      Half of it! Her statement was like another little bomb exploding. Brock stared at her in silence. Surely the woman knew she possessed more attractions than her endless supply of dead presidents.

      Tyler cleared his throat. “You might bump into someone who can change your mind about that,” he said in a mild voice that bordered on flirtatious.

      Felicity appeared to ignore the hint of flattery and firmly shook her head.

      Chuck wrinkled his brow. “I still don’t get what you’re doing down here.”

      “She’s down here so she can get away from the city and think without being questioned half to death,” Brock said, thinking the woman clearly needed a keeper. He was in no way interested in the job, but he wasn’t going to let anyone take advantage of her while she was in his house. The light was beginning to dawn. Her lawyers had probably sent her down here until she cooled on the idea of ditching her fortune. So now she was his problem.

      “Oh,” Chuck said. “Well, after dinner if you’d like a tour around the ranch I’ll be glad to—”

      “We’ve got that heifer ready to drop in the north pasture,” Brock said.

      “I thought you were going to check on that one.”

      “I’m doing the late check tonight. If Miss Chambeau wants to look at the ranch, I’ll take her.” He glanced up at Felicity.

      “That would be nice. I haven’t been out today,” Felicity said, surprise widening her eyes. “Thank you.”

      For the rest of the meal, Tyler took over the conversation and shared a humorous account about one of his young patients. They discussed Bree’s virus. Brock glanced at Felicity. Her breeding showed in her impeccable manners, but there was an empathy in her that he wouldn’t have expected. He noticed she gave the person to whom she was speaking her undivided attention, and lit up the table with her smile. She was no hardship to watch. The men would soon learn that fact. It wouldn’t be long before the whole county knew it. She was going to be one hell of a hardship to keep at the ranch, he thought, grinding his teeth.

      Brock noticed his son’s quiet curious gaze on her through most of the meal. He wondered how much Jacob missed having a mother, and felt a hollowness in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t have to worry with Bree. She made her preferences and needs known loud and clear. Jacob, however, felt things deeply and kept his thoughts to himself. Lately, in fact, he’d seemed a little too quiet.

      When Addie brought cherry pie to the table, Felicity lifted her hand to refuse, then slid a glance to Jacob. “The stew was so good I can only eat a couple of bites of pie. Do you think you could help me?”

      Jacob eagerly nodded. “Yes ma’am.”

      Brock narrowed his eyes. His brother was intrigued with Felicity, and Chuck was salivating. His son was immune, though, he was sure of it. The ominous feeling in his gut tightened, however. If he didn’t keep a tight rein on her, Felicity Chambeau was going to wreak havoc at the Triple L.

      After Brock checked on Bree, Felicity followed him out into the cool night air. She had readily agreed when he’d suggested a walk instead of a full tour. They wandered along the path beside the fence, and she took in her surroundings as well as she could, considering the darkness. She glanced up. The sky was huge and full of stars. Although she knew her ancestors, along with her parents, were turning in their graves, announcing her intentions had been liberating. She noticed the silence again. “It’s so quiet it feels loud,” she said, shaking her head.

      “You’re just not used to it. If you listen you’ll hear the rustle of tree leaves in the breeze or a mockingbird. A little farther down the drive, you might hear a cow.”

      Felicity stood still and closed her eyes. She heard the rustle of tree leaves. It was a fresh, musical sound that made her fingers itch to play the piano.

      “Do you make a habit of telling people you’re going to give away half of your fortune?” he asked, interrupting the magical moment.

      She opened her eyes and met Brock’s gaze. His intensity made her nervous, but she didn’t blink. “I thought you would laugh, and I knew you would think I’m crazy.”

      “I just wondered if that was the reason your attorneys sent you down here.”

      She sighed and walked over to the wooden fence. The wood was rough to her touch. “They’re hoping I’ll change my mind.”

      “If you tell everyone you meet that you’re going to give away your money, then a lot of people will try to take advantage of you. Your attorneys are probably trying to protect you.”

      “My attorneys have dollar signs in their eyes. Besides, I haven’t told everyone my plans. In New York, I confided in Douglas, and it turns out that was a very poor choice. And my attorneys are not trying to protect me,” she insisted. “They’re appalled that I’m considering doing such a thing and hoping I will change my mind.”

      “Why do you think you won’t ever get married?” he demanded, then shrugged. “You’re not ugly.”

      Felicity gave a double take at his pseudo-compliment. “Your absence of flattery is refreshing. Orthodontics is primitive, but you can’t deny the results,” she said, baring her teeth. “The contact lenses do their job, the physical trainer has done his, and the makeup artist at Georgette Klinger beauty salon has shared a few of her tricks with me. A lasting relationship means someone would love me for who I am on the inside. The Chambeaus have a history of developing their fortune, not their inner selves. I don’t want the kind of marriage my parents had, and I’m not sure I would know how to make anything better, so maybe I’d just better work on making the world and me better.”

      Felicity took in the long-suffering expression on Brock’s face and gave a wry smile. “I think I was saying that more to me than to you. You’re an innocent passerby who got hit by my incoming lecture. I’m sorry.”

      He shrugged. “You just sound kinda like Tyler did when he was thinking about being a psychiatrist. Thank God that phase didn’t last long.”

      Felicity laughed. “Too much self-examination—”

      “—is a waste of time and depressing. Not only that,” Brock said, “it causes indigestion. You need to find a job or get married. If you get busy, you’ll feel better.”

      “I’m not getting married,” Felicity insisted. “And my primary skill has been writing checks to lawyers, financial consultants, and charities my mother favored.”

      Impatience tightened his mouth. “Well, while you’re here I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell everyone you meet that you’re planning to give away half your fortune. We’re not set up to deal with the influx of traffic at the Triple L, especially during calving season.”

      “You think I’m nuts. Go ahead and admit it,” she dared him. “You think I’m teetotally crazy,” she said, choosing an expression she’d heard Bree use.

      “You’re not thinking about your heritage—” he began.

      “I have no heritage,” she said. “I refuse to have the same kind of marriage my parents had. They led separate lives, and I was