“Mandy Jacobs,” she introduced herself. “I’m, uh. I’ve been helping out on the ranch.”

“I’m sure Caleb appreciates that.” Danielle waved a hand in the air as she stepped into the house. “I have to say, this whole situation borders on the ridiculous.”

Mandy closed the door behind them. She couldn’t disagree. “Once we find Reed, things will smooth out.”

“Any progress on that?” Danielle asked, setting her purse on the side table in the entryway and parking her briefcase beneath. “Caleb told me you were spearheading the effort.”

Mandy didn’t know what to say to that. She didn’t want to share details with a stranger, but she couldn’t very well ask about Danielle’s relationship with Caleb without being rude.

Danielle strolled her way into the great room, gazing at the high ceiling and the banks of windows overlooking the river. “I assume you’ve already checked his usual hotels.”

Mandy followed. “Reed never traveled much. But I have checked hotels, hospitals and with the police as far away as Fort Collins.”

“Car-rental agencies?”

“He took a ranch truck.”

Danielle nodded. “Have you tried checking his credit-card activity?”

Mandy tried to figure out if Danielle was joking. Judging by her expression, she was serious.

“I wouldn’t know how to do that,” Mandy said slowly. Was she even allowed to do that? It sounded like it might be illegal.

“It’s not a service we could provide, but I do have some contacts…” Danielle let the offer hang.

Mandy didn’t know what to say. Was Danielle suggesting she could help Mandy break the law?

The front door opened, and a pair of boots sounded in the entryway. Mandy took a couple of steps back and crooked her head to confirm it was Caleb. Thank goodness.

He gazed quizzically at her expression as he strode down the short hall. Then, at the living-room entrance, he halted in his tracks. “Danielle?”

“Yes,” Danielle answered shortly as she moved in on him.

“What on earth are you doing in Colorado?”

“What on earth are you still doing in Colorado?”

“I told you it was going to take a few days.”

“That was a few days ago.”

“ Two days ago.”

“Do you want this to work or not?”

Mandy scooted toward the kitchen, determined to get away from the private conversation. One thing was sure, if Caleb kept flirting with other women, his relationship with Danielle was definitely not going to work out.

“We have to be in Sao Paulo by the sixteenth,” Danielle’s voice carried to the kitchen. “We’ve made a commitment. There’s no cancellation insurance on this kind of deal, Caleb.”

“Have I done something to make you think I’m stupid?” Caleb asked.

Mandy wasn’t proud of it, but her feet came to a halt the moment she was around the corner in the kitchen, intense curiosity keeping her tuned to what was happening in the living room.

“You mean, other than moving to Colorado?” Danielle asked.

“I haven’t moved to Colorado.”

There was a moment of silence, and Mandy found herself straining to hear.

“You have to come back, Caleb.”

“I can’t leave yet.”

“You said you were going to sell.”

“I am going to sell.”

Mandy was forced to bite back a protest. For years, she’d fantasized about the two brothers reconciling, and they were so close right now. Whatever hard feelings were between them, she was confident they loved each other. And they were the only family each of them had.

“You can look at offers just as easily from Chicago,” said Danielle.

“And who runs the ranch until then?”

“What about that Mandy woman?”

“She’s doing me a favor just by being here.” There was another pause. “Mandy?” Caleb called. “Where did you go?”

“Kitchen,” she responded, quickly busying herself at the counter. “You two want coffee?”

“You don’t need to make us coffee,” Caleb called back.

“It’s no problem.”

She heard him approach.

Then his footfalls crossed the kitchen, his voice lowering as he arrived behind her. “You don’t need to make us coffee.”

She didn’t turn around. “You and your girlfriend should sit down and-”

“My girlfriend? ”

“Talk this out,” Mandy finished. “But, can I say, I really hope you’ll give it some time before you sell, Caleb, because I know Reed-”

Caleb wrapped a big hand around her upper arm and turned her to face him. “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Oh.” Then what was she doing here? Why were they making plans for a vacation in Brazil?

“She’s my financial lawyer.”

“Sure.” Whatever. It didn’t mean they weren’t romantically involved.

He lowered his voice further. “And why did your mind immediately go to a romance?”

“Because she’s gorgeous,” Mandy offered, counting on her finger. “Because she’s here. Because she just told you if you didn’t come back to Chicago, things weren’t going to work out between you.”

Caleb’s voice lowered to a hiss. “And what exactly do you think I’ve been doing with you?”

She was slow to answer, because she really wasn’t sure what the heck he’d been doing with her. “A harmless flirtation. I assumed you didn’t mean it the way-”

“I did.”

“I’d love some coffee,” came Danielle’s sultry voice from the kitchen doorway.

“Coming up.” Mandy quickly turned away from Caleb.

“She thinks you and I are dating,” he said to Danielle in a clear voice.

Danielle’s response was a melodic laugh. “Like I’d get you to sit still long enough for a date.”

“See?” Caleb finished before backing off.

“I’m setting up a corporation for him in Brazil,” Danielle explained. “Do you by any chance have an internet connection? A scanner?”

“In the office,” Caleb answered. “Up the stairs, first door on the right.”

When Mandy turned around, two stoneware mugs of coffee in her hand, Danielle was gone.

Caleb was standing in front of the table in the breakfast nook. “I’m not dating her.”

“Got that.” Mandy took a determined step forward, ignoring the undercurrents from their rather intimate conversation. “Brazil?”

“It’s a huge, emerging market.”

She set the two mugs down on the table. “Are you, like a billionaire?”

“I’ve never stopped to do the math.”

“But you might be.” No wonder he could give up the ranch without a second thought. He wasn’t quite the philanthropist he made himself out to be.

“The net worth of a corporation is irrelevant. All the money’s tied up in the business. Even if you did want to know the value, you’d spend months wading your way through payables, receivables, inventory, assets and debts to find an answer. And by the time you found it, the answer would have changed.”

“But you don’t need the money from the ranch,” was really Mandy’s point.

Caleb drew a sigh. “I’m giving the money to Reed because he earned it.” Caleb’s hand tightened around the back of one of the chairs. “Boy, did he earn it.”

“Then don’t sell the ranch.”

“I can’t stay here and run it.”

Mandy tried to stay detached, but her passion came through in the pleading note of her voice. “Reed doesn’t want the money. He wants the ranch.”

“Then, where is he?”

“He’s sulking.”

Caleb gave a cold laugh. “At least you’ve got that right. He’s off somewhere, licking his wounds, mired in the certain and self-righteous anger that I’m about to cheat him out of his inheritance. Nice.”

“Reed doesn’t trust easily.”

“You think?”

“And you’ve been gone a long time.”

“When I left, I begged him to come with me.”

“Well, he didn’t. And you have a choice here. You can make things better or you can make them worse.”

“No. Reed had a choice here.” Caleb’s voice was implacable. “He could have stayed.”

“He’ll be back.”

Caleb shook his head. “I don’t think so. And he’ll be better off with the money, anyway. He can go wherever he wants, do whatever he wants. He’ll be free of this place forever.”

“If he wanted to be free,” she offered reasonably, “he’d have left with you in the first place.”

Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you want him back here so badly?”

Mandy wasn’t sure how to answer the question. What she wanted was for Caleb and Reed to reconcile. She wanted the ranch to stay in the Terrell family for Reed’s children, for Sasha’s grandchildren. Reed had sacrificed ten years to protect his heritage. Caleb had no business pulling it out from under him.


Caleb watched the last of the dozen pieces of paper disappear into the ranch house office fax machine. The machine emitted a series of beeps and buzzes that indicated the pages were successfully reaching the Lyndon real-estate office.

“You did it, didn’t you?” Mandy’s accusing voice came from the office doorway. It was full dark, and the ranch yard lights outside the window mingled with the glow of the desk lamp and the stream of illumination from the upstairs hallway. Danielle had retired to the guest room half an hour ago. Caleb thought Mandy had already left.

“The Terrell Cattle Company is officially for sale,” he replied, swiping the pages from the cache tray and straightening them into a neat pile.

“You’re making a mistake,” said Mandy.

“It’s my mistake to make.”

She moved into the room. “Did you ever stop to wonder why he did it?”

“Reed or Wilton?”

“Your father.”

Caleb nodded. “I did. For about thirty-six hours straight. I called Reed half a dozen times after I left my lawyer’s office that day. I thought he might have some answers. But he didn’t call back. And eventually his voice-mail box was full and I knew it was hopeless.”

“Danielle’s office?”

“Different lawyer.”

“Oh.”