Taming the Texan

Mason turned his head, causing the hat to bump against Hayes’s face and topple to the ground. Alexa quickly scooped it up and handed it back to Hayes before reaching for her son.

“We’re headed to the park,” she informed him. “So, if you’ll excuse us.”

He remained right where he was, unmoving, barely blinking. The way he stared at her with those dark eyes made her wonder if he could see into her soul. Could one broken person actually connect so deeply with another?

Alexa shook off the haunting thought.

“You get me,” he stated, taking a half step closer. “Hell, I’ve only known you a week and there were ways you understood me better than my own family.”

Swallowing, Alexa adjusted Mason as he laid his head on her shoulder. Apparently he was ready for a nap, so maybe the park wasn’t in their immediate future.

“That’s not true,” she argued. There was no way.

“Do you think it was easy for me to come here?” he asked. “I battled this for a week, but damn it, I want you to come back to my house. Just come for the day and I’ll drive you back.”

Alexa laughed. “This is absurd, Hayes. You’re getting caught up in a moment that passed.”

In a lightning-flash move, he snaked an arm around her waist and hauled her free side against him. “The moment didn’t pass. I still want you. I’ve been through hell, and when I see something or someone that will bring a semblance of happiness, I’m going to take it.”

Oh, mercy, she wanted him, too. The fierce need she had a week ago had only grown and now he was here and touching her, looking at her with the same hunger as he’d had when they’d been stranded and naked.

“Bring Mason. We’ll ride horses.”

Alexa closed her eyes. He’d put himself out there and come to her. He’d shoved aside his fear of leaving the ranch. He was inviting her son to ride horses, which he’d never done, and he wasn’t even close to backing down.

“Fine,” she whispered. “We’ll come. But I’m driving myself and I’m not spending the night.”

Hayes ran his lips along her jawline. “We’ll see.”

The shiver raced through her and Alexa vowed to herself not to sleep with Hayes again. Not with the secret she carried. Maybe one day, when he healed and they were friends?

No, not even then. Someone like Hayes would see sleeping with his late buddy’s wife as a betrayal. He could never know.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“You were pretty sure of yourself.”

Hayes stepped into the stable by his house and threw a glance over his shoulder to Alexa. “I had the stable hands bring them up. If you hadn’t come, the horses still could’ve stayed here.”

He was a damn fool for bringing her back here, but it felt right. She felt right to have here. Not that he was thinking long-term or a commitment, but damn it, he was at a point in his life that if any happiness came his way, he was going to grab hold with both hands and to hell with the consequences.

He could even accept the bond he was forming with her kid.

Right now, he was going to take a ride with Alexa and Mason. The little guy was too adorable and when he’d reached out for Hayes earlier, he hadn’t hesitated to take him. Children were so innocent, so loving, and that was something he’d quickly discovered when he’d gotten home. His nieces and nephew had calmed him and kept him grounded and sane at times. Having Mason here with Alexa, damn it…there was something a little too familial about it, but he hadn’t been lying when he’d said he’d missed her.

And he hated that underlying vulnerability and loathed even more that she’d witnessed it.

“I’m still not comfortable around horses,” Alexa commented. “So how should we do this? Maybe just set Mason on the saddle and let him pet the horse?”

Hayes slid open a stall and shook his head. “Nah. He can ride with me on Doc and you can take Jumper. We’ll stay right around here so you’re comfortable.”

He tossed a thick blanket on Jumper’s back and grabbed a saddle from the wall. Alexa’s silence had him risking a glance her way. She chewed on her bottom lip as she held tight to her still-sleeping son. Apparently the kid could sleep through anything.

Hayes had held him while Alexa had changed earlier. He hadn’t been opposed to the little shorts and tank she sported, but her jeans and T-shirt would be a better option for riding.

“I’ll hold on to him,” he assured her. “We’ll go slow and he’ll be just fine.”

She smoothed Mason’s black hair across his forehead and nodded. The kid looked exactly like her with that dark skin and coal-like hair. Even his eyes were dark as midnight. And her love for her son was so evident. Hayes knew she’d do anything to protect him. That family bond and loyalty ran deep in him too, so he knew full well how much Mason meant to Alexa. They were all each other had left.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

Her eyes darted to his as she lifted her brows. Mason stirred in her arms and she patted his back. “What’s that?”