His By Any Means: The Black Sheep's Inheritance. Maureen Child

buy themselves fast cars, a house that’s too big and too expensive, all kinds of things. But you didn’t. You bought your mother’s dreams.”

      She smiled. “What a nice way to put it.”

      Her eyes were shining and that smile lit her face up like a damn beacon. Something inside him turned over and he was pretty sure it was his heart. That was unsettling. Sage had spent most of his life carefully building a wall around his heart, keeping out anything that might touch him too deeply. His family was one thing. His brother and sister were a part of him, and he accepted the risk of loving them because there was no way he could live without them.

      But to love a woman? To trust love? No. He’d nearly made that mistake years ago, and he’d steered clear of it ever since. He’d had a narrow escape and hadn’t come away unscathed even at that. So the women he allowed into his life now were nothing like Colleen. They were temporary distractions...just blips on a radar that was finely tuned for self-protection. Colleen was something different. If she was who he now believed her to be, then he had no business being around her. But for the life of him, he couldn’t stay away.

      Frowning now, he said, “What about your plans? Your dreams?”

      She picked up her iced tea and took a long drink. “Well, I already told you my main goal. I’m going to get my nurse practitioner’s license.”

      “Because?”

      “Because what I’d really like to do is have a rural practice,” she said, leaning toward him over the table.

      He caught himself wishing she was wearing that red dress again so he could get another peek at her luscious breasts. Instead though, she wore an emerald-green sweater over a white T-shirt with a slightly V-shaped neckline. Her jeans were soft and faded and hugged her curves like a lover’s hands. And even the casual clothing couldn’t dispel the desire that pumped through him just sitting across from her.

      For a man who prided himself on his rational thinking and ability to concentrate on the task at hand, it grated that while she talked, all he could think about was laying her down atop the table and burying himself deep inside her.

      “There are a lot of people in the high country who live so remotely it’s hard to get into town to see a doctor,” she was saying and he could read the excitement on her face with every word she spoke. “Or if they can, they can’t afford it.”

      She kept surprising him.

      Wanting to devote herself to a rural practice would be a hard, even dangerous way to build a career. Why wasn’t she like other women? Why wasn’t she making plans for spa trips and exclusive shopping excursions? Hell, she’d bought her mother and aunt an around-the-world cruise. But for herself, she wanted to live and work in the wilderness areas?

      That thought settled in his mind and his brain drew up a series of uncomfortable images. Colleen trying to dig her way out of a blizzard. Colleen’s little Jeep careening off a mountain road and sailing down into a rock-strewn canyon. Colleen freezing to death in her car because she’d gotten lost.

      His stomach twisted into knots and he told himself that it was none of his business if she wanted to risk her life by working somewhere she had no knowledge of. He was only with her to find out what she knew. There was no real relationship between them. She wasn’t his to protect.

      But damn it, someone had to set her straight.

      “Driving up into the mountains from Cheyenne is going to make for a hell of a commute. Especially in winter,” he pointed out, with a warning note in his tone that he hoped would get past the spirit of adventure he saw so clearly in her eyes.

      Colleen flashed him a smile that shone from those cornflower-blue eyes and hit him like a sledgehammer.

      “That’s part two of my plan,” she said, clearly pleased with herself. “I’m not going to be commuting every day. That would be silly and time-consuming. Instead, I’m selling my condo and I’m going to buy a cabin or a small house higher up in the mountains.”

      Those mental images rose up again, only this time, he saw Colleen in a remote cabin, no help for miles around. An icicle dropped down his spine.

      “And live there by yourself?” He didn’t like the sound of that. Not that there were a million crazies running around the mountains or anything, but hell, you didn’t need a human enemy to worry about. Nature could kill you just for the hell of it. And nature in the wilderness had attitude.

      “I’m a big girl,” she countered, airily brushing aside his concerns. “I can take care of myself.”

      “No doubt,” he said, though he doubted it very much. “In the city. Where there are police to call if you need help. Neighbors right next door. Grocery stores. Not to mention that you grew up in California. What do you know about digging yourself out of ten-foot snowdrifts or how to stockpile firewood for winter? What do you know about driving on roads that haven’t been cleared by the county after a storm?”

      She frowned a little, then took a breath and admitted, “Okay, there’s a learning curve. But I can adapt. I’ll figure it out as I go. It’ll be another adventure.”

      “Learning as you go can turn it into a final adventure.”

      Sighing, Colleen pushed her lunch plate to one side, apparently losing her appetite as they talked. She took another sip of her iced tea, then set the glass down. “Why are you raining on my parade, Sage? You live up on the mountain and you love it.”

      “This isn’t about shooting down your dreams, Colleen,” he said tightly. “This is about being realistic. Thinking things through.”

      “I have thought it through. I’ve been thinking about this for years.” She leaned even closer and Sage was caught in her eyes. “I could make a real difference in people’s lives.”

      “Or end your own,” he told her, hating that the shine in her eyes dimmed a little at his words. But better she be disappointed than in danger. “I was raised up there, Colleen. I know how to survive bad weather. More than that, I know not to turn my back on the mountain. I don’t take anything for granted.”

      “You weren’t born knowing all of that, though,” she said, determination clear in her voice. “You learned. So can I.”

      Sage tore his gaze from hers and glanced around the coffee shop. He needed a minute to get ahold of himself. To keep from ordering her to stay off the damn mountain. Conversations rose and fell from the dozens of customers gathered in the sunlit restaurant. An occasional burst of laughter rang out, and the scent of coffee and hamburgers hung in the air. Coming here to the coffee shop had seemed like a good idea at the time. With the amount of tension he’d been living with the past few days, he’d figured that taking Colleen to a crowded place in the middle of the day was one way to help him keep a tight grip on his control. Naturally, that wasn’t working out as he’d planned. Pretty much nothing had since he’d first met Colleen.

      Shaking his head grimly, Sage noticed the number of strange faces among the crowd. Tourists were streaming into Cheyenne already, clogging up the streets and making the restaurants even more crowded than usual. Soon, the summer crowds would be arriving. By the end of July, thousands would be here for Cheyenne Frontier Days, reliving the Old West and enjoying the world’s largest outdoor rodeo. There would be ten days of parades, carnivals and food fairs. For a second, he thought about the rodeo itself and remembered what it had been like to ride in front of thousands of cheering people.

      Of course, it wasn’t just the rodeo that drew people to Cheyenne. Summer was filled with tourist attractions from the eight-foot-tall painted fiberglass cowboy boots situated all over the city to the carefully staged, G-rated “gunfights” acted out daily by the Cheyenne Gunslingers. There were tours, art festivals and so many other activities, people came to Cheyenne and poured hundreds of thousands of dollars into the local economy.

      As for Sage, he tried to stay on the mountain to avoid all of those people. He spent summers working with the horses and trying to forget that there was a world outside