Summer Days (Fool's Gold #7)(83)

He and Dante both stood as Shane came to a stop in front of them.

“You’re back,” Rafe said.

“Obviously.”

“This is Dante Jefferson, my business partner.”

Dante and Shane shook hands.

“Nice to meet you,” Dante said cheerfully.

“Are you as much of a jackass as my brother?” Shane asked.

Dante grinned. “No. Not even close.”

“Good.” Shane turned to Rafe. “What the hell were you thinking?”

Rafe sank back into the overstuffed chair. He understood his brother well enough to know Shane didn’t actually want an answer.

“You knew I wanted to bring my horses here,” Shane continued, taking the chair opposite, his dark eyes bright with fury. “I’ve put a bid on a hundred adjoining acres. I’m breeding horses, Rafe. I can’t have a development pushing up against my land. I’d already talked to Mom about leasing some of her land for grazing. We were going to grow hay, maybe some other crops. Where do you get off trying to destroy all of that?”

“Technically, he didn’t do anything,” Dante pointed out, his tone cheerful. “There were a few drawings, a couple of conversations.”

“You should stay out of this,” Shane told him.

Dante raised both his hands. “I’m just saying.”

“You didn’t tell me about your plans,” Rafe said, surprised Shane and May had decided so much between them.

“I didn’t want to hear why it wouldn’t work.”

Rafe frowned. “I wouldn’t say that. You know what you’re doing when it comes to horses.”

“Gee, thanks. I appreciate the endorsement, but you’ll have to forgive me for not expecting you to be supportive. If I remember correctly, you hounded me about college, even though I had no interest in going. When I was eighteen and took off to work on a ranch, you told me that if I failed, I was on my own. That you didn’t agree with my decision and that you wouldn’t be there for me.”

Rafe winced. “I didn’t mean it that way. I wanted the best for you.”

“You don’t get to decide what that is.”

“You’re right.”

“Too little, too late.” Shane leaned toward him. “You do this all the time, Rafe. You butt in, make pronouncements, demand action. You don’t ask, you decide. You’re not interested in our opinions. I guess you think we’re not bright enough to have figured it out for ourselves.”

“That’s not true.” Rafe was once again left wondering when he’d become the bad guy.

“Sure it is. You haven’t spoken to Clay or Evie in years. That’s not because of them. You think they’re wasting their lives. Sure, you worked hard to support all of us, and we appreciate that. But the price is too high. You expect ownership in return for what you did, and no one wants to give you that.”

Shane rose. “You’re not going to develop the ranch. Mom and Glen’s idea for the vacation homes is great, but there won’t be anything else. No housing development, no retail. Nothing. We’re keeping the rest of it for horses and farming. You got that?”

Rafe nodded.

Shane left.

Rafe leaned back in his chair. “Be grateful you’re an only child.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind having a family member or two.” He sipped on his Scotch. “Now what?”

“Hell if I know. I’m getting out of here in a couple of days. I’ll make sure the construction guys are finishing up the barn, and make sure everything else my mom needs is being handled, then I’m coming back to San Francisco.”

Dante raised his eyebrows. “No one would be surprised if you left her to deal with the construction on her own.”

“I probably should.” But he wouldn’t. Taking care of her and his siblings was too much a part of him. Even if it was a thankless job.

He thought about what Shane had said. That he pushed his own views and decided for others. While his brother had a point, Rafe wanted to protest that he’d done the best he could, raising all three of them, looking after Mom. He’d sacrificed plenty, had struggled to make sure they got to be kids, while he’d worried about their futures.

Now he would do things differently, but at ten or sixteen or twenty, he hadn’t known any better.

He wanted to talk to Heidi. To tell her what Shane had said and listen to her opinion, maybe get her advice. She had a way of seeing both sides of a problem. She would know what he should do next.

Only Heidi was avoiding him, and he doubted she would want anything to do with him, if they did run into each other. She’d been so angry with him.

He missed her. What could have been awkward—living in the same house together with his mother and her grandfather—had been fun. He’d enjoyed getting to know her, discovering her moods, what made her smile. He missed the sound of her voice, her laughter, the way she turned him on just by walking into a room.

She was what he would miss most when he was gone. She had shown him he didn’t want a perfect wife anymore. He wanted…

Heidi? Love?

The idea of being with her excited him and terrified him in equal measures. She would never accept a relationship based on shared values and friendship. She would hand over her whole heart and insist he give the same. There would be no safety net, no place to hide. And if she were to leave him, he would never be the same.