But they could have gotten to know Constance, and at the knowledge they'd just missed that opportunity, her throat tightened. For years she'd yearned for more information about her past. Since she'd been so young when she'd arrived at the foster home, she remembered next to nothing. Yes, there was every possibility Constance hadn't been her grandmother, that she'd been Maddie's or Delia's, but it didn't change Zoe's need.

All her life she'd been an outsider, without a background, always a burden, always dependent on the kindness of others. It had left scars.

She needed to know more about herself, needed to really belong somewhere. To someone.

She needed, with every fiber of her being, for this place to be hers. And she hated herself for the selfishness, because her sisters deserved it every bit as much as she did.

"She couldn't swing all the work by herself and she couldn't afford help." Ty's face was tight, and surprisingly full of compassion. "I did what I could, but I have a ranch, too, and between my land and hers, there aren't enough hours in the day. Constance wouldn't consider my offer… not until she'd located her granddaughter. And that, unfortunately, came too little, too late for her to enjoy."

"Offer?" Zoe narrowed her eyes as his words sunk in. "Wait a minute. Are you telling us… you wanted this place?"

His eyes, dark and full of a whole host of things she was sure she didn't want to know, met hers straight on. "Yes."

"No wonder you're being so neighborly," she said without thinking, a bad habit she had yet to learn to curb.

"What are you talking about?" Delia asked, coming closer.

Zoe's gaze didn't leave Ty's as everything fit into place. "He wants to buy the ranch."

Ty looked at her, his eyes cool and assessing.

"Don't you?" she pressed.

"Yes," he said, without a hint of apology.

"But…" Maddie looked at the mess in confusion. "Why?"

"Good question," Zoe said quietly, even as her possessive, protective feelings for the land continued to swamp her. This place was theirs now. "Why?"

Chapter 2

Ty hesitated, absorbing three women's gazes. He had to be careful, because not all those gazes were friendly.

Dammit, he did want this land. Badly. And he'd almost had it. "It's a little early-or late-to be discussing business, don't you think?" he asked.

Zoe's eyes, fascinating as all hell in their shade of mystic forest green, sharpened. "No," she said. "But I do think we can handle everything from here." She opened the door, inviting him to leave.

He spared a thought for the condition of the bedrooms upstairs. "But-"

"No buts." Her voice had chilled twenty degrees, if that was possible. She was the tough one, and he doubted anyone ever got anything past her. "Good night," she said.

Dismissed! The woman had a major attitude problem. Too bad he enjoyed baiting such a problem. Ignoring her, he crossed the room, reaching up to fiddle with the flickering light above them.

Immediately, it came back to life full force, illuminating the shabbiness of the room.

Delia shot a sharp look to Zoe, but spoke in a voice full of sweet honey. "We appreciate your help, Ty. Please… just ignore Zoe. She's-"

"Grumpy?" he interjected, giving in and letting his grin spread across his face. "I hadn't noticed. Can I help you with your things from the car?"

She smiled. "Oh, yes, please."

Zoe shook her head. "Didn't you hear him, Delia?" she demanded, hands on hips as she glared at her sister. "He wants to buy this place."

"Well, since we're not selling, this shouldn't be a problem for you, hon." Back in control after her initial shock, Delia took over, and Ty watched, enthralled at the silent hierarchy of these foster sisters. Clearly Delia thought herself in charge at all times. Just as clearly, Zoe believed she ran the roost. And sweet, quiet, shy Maddie just let them both go, acting as intermediary when required. With just a light touch or small smile, she could melt anyone.

He remembered the sight of them huddled pathetically in a small corner of the dirty, dark patio. Remembered the way his heart had stuttered at the realization it had been him who had inadvertently terrified them.

He'd be the first to admit he wanted them gone, but not by his own hand. And he certainly hadn't meant to scare them.

They'd been holding on to each other like… they belonged together, that was obvious. The tall, serene, sexy, in-control Delia. The smaller, hauntingly beautiful Maddie. And the rough-and-tough Zoe. She was every bit a looker as the other two, but he doubted she'd appreciate the compliment. She was different, far more unrefined. Her auburn hair was wild, not carefully groomed. She wore little to no makeup, and her clothes… well, she looked as if she'd fit into the hard ranch living just fine. Her jeans were faded and oh-so-snug in all the right places, showcasing a slim yet curvy body that for some reason he couldn't keep his eyes off of.

Three women; so different and yet obviously they lived together, loved and laughed together. They were a unit.

A small place inside him ached, a place he didn't visit often, because it only brought great pain. Once upon a time he'd belonged, too. But that had been ten years ago, before his brother Ben had died.

That part of his life was over.

No amount of standing around and staring at these women was going to change that. Nor was it going to change the unrelenting truth-he did want their land with a singular purpose. A purpose so personal and painful he had no intention of sharing it. He'd been only twenty-two when he'd promised Ben a huge ranch someday, and even though Ben was no longer on this earth to enjoy it, Ty never broke a promise. Never.

These three women had ruined Ben's dream sure as they were standing there staring back at him. Constance had cared for Ty deeply, deeply enough to want to leave her land to him if her granddaughter hadn't been found.

But Constance had indeed found an heir. Three of them.

No doubt, they were three of the loveliest heiresses he'd ever laid his eyes on, but "lovely" didn't count for much when he remembered what Cade had told him-this place was all these women had in the entire world, which made Ty's gut tighten just thinking about it.

He was busting out of his britches at his own place. He raised and trained quarter horses for ranches throughout the entire state, but his place was small and insufficient for his needs. He'd bought it long ago when money had been incredibly tight, just after Ben's death. It was a beautiful strip of land on the narrow end of the small valley between the river and the mountains. It was lush, green, fertile, and though Ty loved it with all his heart, it was far too small. There was only one way to expand-toward Constance's property.

Ty had a ten-year promise to fulfill; a painful, unrelenting promise, and to do it he needed more room. He wanted, indeed what he'd wanted since he'd been a little boy starving and struggling on the rough streets of Chicago with Ben, to raise horses. Train them. Sell them. Then do it some more.

He was amazingly successful, but he'd maxed out at his own place, and Ben's dream was just out of reach.

More land was crucial. Crucial to his promise to Ben, crucial to making sure he couldn't ever feel claustrophobic again.

Yet how was he supposed to wrangle his dream land away from these women who also needed it? It was all they had, and was he really cruel and selfish enough to get it away from them?

He stood there, wrestling with his deeply woven morals and innate courtesy, as they both reared up and bit him. Across the room, his gaze met Zoe's, and that strange electric current shot through him, the same one that he'd experienced when he'd accidentally touched her at the door. Looking at her only intensified the feeling.

Seemed he'd also been bitten by the lust bug, sharp and relentlessly. But why for the wildcat Zoe and not one of her infinitely more appealing and nicer sisters?

Delia swept across the room as if she'd lived there all her life instead of ten minutes. "Zoe, why don't you do me a favor and check out the bedrooms? Figure out the arrangements, will you?" She turned to Maddie. "Sweetie, maybe we should make sure the kitchen is functioning."

Maddie nodded.

When she was gone, Delia smiled at Ty. "The kitchen, any kitchen, is her favorite place in the world."

"Do you think he cares, Delia?"

Delia lifted a shoulder and sent Zoe a long look. "Hon, you're going to get some sleep and then feel bad about how you're acting."

"And then you'll owe me an apology," Ty added helpfully.

"Don't hold your breath," Zoe muttered, making him laugh, which earned him a glare.

"I'll direct the luggage shuffle with Ty," Delia said, wisely intervening. "Most of our things are coming by professional movers in a couple of days."

Ty turned to follow her outside. At the door he stopped and flicked a glance over his shoulder at Zoe.

She was still standing there watching him, and if looks were any measure, she hadn't taken to him much.

It wasn't often he managed to tick off such a beautiful woman so quickly. His mischievous streak reared and he winked at her.

Her glower deepened, and he laughed for some reason. Things looked bad, they had his land. But Ty just shook his head and went out into the night, looking forward to challenging Zoe.


* * *

"Move out of the way, Slim, it's pouring buckets."

Zoe stood firm in the doorway of the ranch house as though butterflies hadn't instantly ravaged her stomach at the sound of Ty's unexpected low, husky voice. "Why should I?"