Before she could reply, Brooke held up the stuffed animal. âGive Bunny a kiss goodbye, Daddy.â
Jakeâs mouth dropped open an inch. âHow about a high five?â
Her mouth set in a stubborn way that made Millie think of Jake. Already like father, like daughter. âA kiss.â
He bent forward and touched his lips to the animalâs grungy fur.
âMe, too,â Brooke said, angling her cheek toward him.
He glanced up at Millie, emotion clouding his eyes. She nodded, the tingling in her body rapidly progressing to a full-on tremble.
Jake kissed his daughterâs cheek then the top of her head. Millie wasnât sure if the sigh she heard came from her or the therapist waiting for him. Jake straightened and she noticed a faint color across his cheeks. The doctor was actually blushing. Why was vulnerability so darned appealing when it came wrapped up in an alpha male package?
* * *
Crimson, Colorado: Finding homeâand foreverâin the West
Chapter One
Millie Spencer took a deep breath, wiped a few stray potato chip crumbs from her sundress and knocked on the door a second time.
As she waited, her eyes scanned the front porch of the large shake-shingle house, empty save for an intricate spiderweb inhabiting one corner. The wraparound porch practically begged for a wooden swing, where a person could sit on a late-summer afternoon sipping a glass of lemonade and watching the world go by. As a girl, Millie had longed for a place like that, but in the tiny condo sheâd shared with her mother thereâd been no room for any space of her own.
Still no one answered, so she rapped her knuckles against the door once more. This house sat at the edge of town in Crimson, Colorado, but only a few minutes from her sisterâs renovated Victorian near Crimsonâs center.
She was here as a favor to her sisterâhalf sisterâOlivia. Or was Olivia doing the favor for Millie? Millieâd shown up on Oliviaâs doorstop a few days ago, beaten down both emotionally and financially. To her relief, Olivia and her husband, Logan Travers, hadnât asked many questions, just welcomed Millie into their home. Up until today, Millie had spent most of her time curled on the couch watching bad reality TV and overdosing on junk food.
Now she was here, sent to help Loganâs recently injured brother and his daughter. Except it appeared they werenât home. Which was weird, since Logan had said his brother, Jake, couldnât drive yet. It was a beautiful late-August day, so maybe the two had walked to the park Millieâd seen a few blocks over.
She was ready to leave when the door opened a crack. She could see a sliver of a manâs face through the opening. âWe donât want any,â he said, peering down at her.
âAny what?â She leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse beyond him into the house. Curiosity almost always got the best of her.
âCookies or popcorn or whatever youâre selling,â he answered quickly, glancing behind him before the eye she could see, a startlingly blue eye, tracked back to her again. It was the same blue as Loganâs, so this must be the brother. âDo you have a parent with you?â
Her mouth dropped open and she pulled herself up to her full height, all five foot two. And a half. When she wore heels. âIâm not...â she began, but the man muttered a curse and disappeared into the house.
He hadnât shut the door when heâd turned away. She could still only see through the couple-inch slat, and without a second thought, she extended her foot and nudged the door open wider. She stretched forward but didnât step into the house. âHello?â she called and her voice echoed.
The entry was devoid of furniture. Olivia had told her Loganâs brother had recently returned to Crimson, so maybe he had furnishings for his home on order. She hoped his purchases included a porch swing.
A sound reached her from the back of the house. Another curse and a child crying. She bit down on her lip and grabbed her cell phone from her purse, intending to call Olivia and Logan for backup. But the crying got louder, followed by a strangled shout of âno,â and Millie charged forward, unable to stop herself.