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Operating on the notion that the Mitchell brothers would be tough negotiators, he made one last request of his assistant. “Clear my calendar for the rest of the day, in case our meeting runs long.”

“Of course.” Burke made a notation on his notepad, then looked up. “We've covered everything on my list. Is there anything else you wish to review?”

“That's all for now.”

“Very good.” Burke left a few seconds later.

Jonathon returned his gaze to the lobby, his thoughts as disordered as the scene in front of him.

People came and went. Some hurried, others meandered. There was no pattern to their movement, yet the scene was a familiar one, replicated in every one of Jonathon's hotels, on any given day of the week.

After years of traveling from hotel to hotel, room to room, living out of a trunk or suitcase, Jonathon was ready to put down roots, deep and strong and lasting. His family would be the men and women he hired to work at the train depot, their changed lives his legacy.

If he happened to find himself lonely at times, it was the price he was willing to pay to break the chain of sin that plagued his family.

As if to test his resolve, he caught sight of Fanny out of the corner of his eye.
Beautiful
. That was the first thought that came to mind as Jonathon watched her move out from behind the registration desk.

She scanned the immediate area with a slightly narrowed gaze, probably looking for something out of place. Her earnest, blue-green eyes, starred with heavy, dark lashes, swept across the lobby, over the marble flooring, up to the glass atrium above her head.

The sunlight streaming through the windows slid over her in washes of yellow and gold, highlighting the variegated strands of blond hair piled atop her head.

Jonathon remembered the first time he'd seen her, standing in much the same place as she was now. He'd sensed the moment their gazes met that she was going to pose a problem for him. Not on a business level, but on a personal one.

He hadn't been wrong.

She caught him watching her. Smiling, she immediately changed direction. When she stopped beside him, his heart actually stuttered.

Up close, she was even more spectacular.

Her skin was flawless, her features almost doll-like. Pieces of hair had fallen free from her tidy coiffure. Since Jonathon rather liked the effect, he deemed it best not to point this out. No doubt she would reach up and tuck the wayward curls back in place.

“We have a busy few days ahead of us.” She'd barely uttered the statement before a bellman, juggling several large pieces of luggage, staggered toward her. Deftly moving aside to let him pass, she added, “We're booked solid through Monday morning.”

Not sure what he heard in her voice—worry, tension, mild agitation?—Jonathon raked his gaze over her face. She was definitely anxious about something. “Any concerns I should know about?”

She answered without hesitation. “No, of course not.”

Highly unlikely, with every room booked for the next four nights. “None?” He lifted a single eyebrow. “Not one?”

Laughing softly, she shook her head. “Let me rephrase. Have problems presented themselves this morning? Yes, absolutely. Anything I, or my staff, can't handle? No.”

“Good answer.”

She flashed a smug grin. “I know.”

He chuckled. She joined in.

A moment later her smile slipped, just a little, but enough that Jonathon noticed. He wondered at the cause but thought he probably knew. Her mother and father had arrived earlier this morning. “I trust your parents are settled in their room?”

“They are, yes.” She angled her head to gaze up at him. “Thank you, Jonathon, for giving them the finest suite in the hotel. You have no idea how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness and generosity.”

Something about her expression, so grateful, so overcome with emotion, made him stand a bit taller. He had a sudden urge to shield this woman from all the evil in this world, to slay every one of her dragons, real or perceived.

The need to protect Fanny, stronger than he'd felt for anyone before, wasn't entirely unexpected. Nor was it new. The sensation had been with him from the start of their association.

If she were a different woman, he a different man...

He shoved the thought aside. Fanny wanted marriage, children. Family. Jonathon knew nothing of those things. But he wanted her to have them. He wanted her to find happiness. With some other man?

No
.

His mouth went dry as dust. He cleared his throat with a low growl. “How is your mother feeling?”

“She seemed well enough when I left her. Her color was good and she was breathing easily, but...”

Fanny's words trailed off and she snapped her mouth firmly shut.

“But...?” he prompted.

“But the ten-mile journey into town wore her out. She's putting up a brave front. I'm not in the least fooled by her false smiles. Thankfully, Dr. Shane is upstairs with her now, administering a breathing treatment.” Gratitude returned to Fanny's gaze. “Thank you for making sure he was already here when she arrived.”

Something that looked like affection, perhaps even admiration, replaced the gratitude.

How he wanted to be the man he saw in her eyes right now.

He cleared his throat again.

“I was happy to send for the doctor.” Of course, Shane Bartlett wasn't just any doctor. He was the best in Denver. His connection to Charity House and his willingness to see patients regardless of their past—or current—lifestyles made him one of the few men Jonathon trusted. “I know how much your mother means to you.”

Another, heavier sigh leaked out of Fanny's very pretty mouth. “I don't know what I'd do if one of her attacks becomes so severe she isn't able to recover.”

The anguish in Fanny's voice was a sharp, tangible thing.

Jonathon was reminded of the day his own mother had taken ill. How well he understood the fear and pain Fanny fought to control.

Wanting to comfort her, he opened his mouth to say something, not precisely sure what, but a minor event playing out at the hotel's entrance captured his attention.

An expectant hush fell over the lobby as a stunning couple walked in with their sizable brood, plus one former, notorious madam Jonathon knew a bit too well. After all, she'd once owned the brothel where his mother had worked.

He had a lot of memories connected to Mattie Silks, not all of them good. But her appearance in his hotel wasn't the reason every muscle in his back knotted with tension.

Hunter Mitchell, the oldest of the Mitchell siblings, had arrived ahead of his brothers.

One down, two more yet to show
.

Jonathon managed, just barely, to keep the anticipation from showing on his face. Unfortunately, none of his outward calm could temper his impatience to begin negotiations with the Mitchell brothers.

Soon
, he told himself. If all went according to plan, his future would take a dramatic turn
very soon
.

Chapter Four

F
anny knew a moment of quiet desperation as she watched her brother herd his family deeper into the hotel lobby.
That's what I want, Lord. That joy, that sense of belonging, a family of my own.

She had to believe her time would come. For now, she would take a moment to enjoy the show. Hunter had brought his entire household to town, including his wife, all four of their children and, of course, his wife's mother, the incomparable Mattie Silks.

Laughter abounded among the group, while an entire team of bellmen wrestled the family's luggage onto a cart. Fanny's sister-in-law, Annabeth, attempted to oversee the process. Unfortunately, her mother added her own, very vocal “suggestions” on how to speed along the process. Mattie's input caused more mayhem, not less.

Hunter's oldest daughter, Sarah, skillfully pulled her younger siblings out of the fray. Unfortunately, Mattie added her assistance there as well, and pandemonium soon followed. The children quite literally ran circles around their grandmother.

Fanny thought she saw a brief twinkle of amusement dance in her brother's eyes before he quickly restored order with the gentle strength that had always defined him. Hunter looked good, she decided. His hair was a sun-kissed, sandy blond from the hours he spent outdoors on his ranch. His long-legged, leanly muscular cowboy swagger was replicated in all the Mitchell men.

Hunter had experienced some difficult years, including two spent in prison for manslaughter, but he'd overcome his past and was stronger for the challenges he'd once faced. She was proud to call him brother.

“Now, that's what I call an entrance,” Jonathon muttered.

The look of amused horror on his face made her smile. “I should have warned you, the Mitchells never do anything by half measure.”

“I was speaking about Mattie.” His voice was infused with a touch of irony. “Watch. She's about to strike a pose. Ah, yes, there she goes.”

As predicted, Mattie sauntered to a spot in the middle of the hotel lobby. With exaggerated slowness, she lifted her chin, thrust out a hip and then planted a fist on her waist.

The pose was so...completely Mattie. A snort of laughter erupted before Fanny could call it back. “You know the woman well.”

“Too well,” Jonathon muttered, his mouth now a little grim. “She's managed to draw almost every eye to her.”

Gazes were, indeed, riveted in Mattie's direction. But Fanny suspected much of the interest was for the extraordinary-looking group as a whole. Even Hunter's children were beautiful.

A range of emotions swept through her. Fanny was excited to spend time with her family, but also determined to make the next few days count. When Mrs. Singletary's ball was over, all of Denver would see her differently. She would no longer be defined as that pretty Mitchell girl. Or that poor, misguided woman who'd jilted a prominent man in town.

She would prove she was a competent woman, capable of handling great responsibilities. When she walked through town next week, the whispers following in her wake would be not only accurate, but also complimentary.

Catching sight of her from across the room, Annabeth squealed in delight and waved enthusiastically.

The entire group changed direction, Annabeth leading the way with a waddle that bespoke her current condition. Judging by the size of her belly, Hunter's fifth child would be making an appearance in a few short months.

As Annabeth approached, smiling broadly, Fanny noticed that her sister-in-law glowed with good health and happiness. She was so very beautiful. The rich, caramel-colored skin and sleek dark hair she'd inherited from her Mexican father were the perfect foil for the pale blue eyes she'd gotten from Mattie.

Oddly, as Hunter and his family drew closer, Jonathon seemed to grow tenser. He shifted his stance slightly, then repositioned himself once again.

Interesting that while he appeared outwardly loose-limbed and relaxed, the lines around his mouth gave him away.

Fanny was given no more time to contemplate his strange behavior before she was hauled into her brother's strong arms and swung in fast, dizzying circles.

“Put me down, you big oaf.”

He obliged, but only after two more heart-pounding spins.

Then, hands on her shoulders, Hunter studied her face with the narrow-eyed focus that had kept him alive during his rebellious years. She tried not to fidget under the inspection.

At last, he gave a quick nod of approval. “You look well, Fanny. Happy.”

“I am well and happy.”
Mostly
.

Angling his head, he paused, as if about to say something, then abruptly refocused his attention onto Jonathon.

They shook hands in a very businesslike manner.

“Have my brothers arrived?” Hunter asked.

“Not yet.”

As Fanny watched the formal exchange between the two men, she had the distinct impression she'd missed something, something important. She opened her mouth to inquire, but they moved a few steps away and began speaking in low, hushed tones.

She couldn't quite make out what they said. She stepped closer. At the mention of a meeting—
what meeting?
—she leaned in a smidgen closer. She thought she caught Jonathon say her brother Garrett's name, but then Annabeth swooped in for a hug and that was the end of Fanny's eavesdropping.

She spent the next few minutes greeting the rest of Hunter's family. “Mattie, I do believe you look ten years younger than the last time I saw you.”

The former madam responded to the compliment with a nonchalant wave of her hand. “It's all that fresh air.”

The harried tone implied that fresh air was something to be avoided at all costs. Fanny wasn't fooled. The former madam was delighted with her decision to sell her brothel and move onto the ranch with her daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren.

Who would have thought Mattie Silks would turn into a doting grandmother?

“Hello, Aunt Fanny.”

Fanny spun around at the sound of her name. “Sarah, look at you. You're all grown up.”

The girl beamed. “I turn sixteen in four months, one week and five days. But who's counting?”

Fanny laughed. The sweet, pretty child with the dark hair and tawny eyes had become a confident, striking young woman. “Tell me how you've been.”

Sarah did, in great detail, barely taking a breath. When she finally paused, Fanny took the opportunity to steer the conversation in a slightly different direction than the latest fashion for hats. “Are you excited about attending school in Boston next year?”

“I am. Very much. I thought Pa would never agree to let me go.” She rolled her eyes in her father's direction. “He only relented when I promised to carry on your legacy at Miss Sinclair's Prestigious School for Girls.”

Though she was flattered, and really quite touched, the last thing Fanny wanted was for her niece to follow in her footsteps. She'd been a model student at Miss Sinclair's, uncommonly obedient. That had been a mistake. When a young girl went away to school, she was supposed to spread her wings a little, to test her boundaries, to make mistakes and then learn from them.

Wanting to offer what advice she could on the matter, she touched her niece's arm, then decided it wasn't her place. Sarah should be allowed to find her own way, on her own terms. But still. “Let's talk more later, just the two of us.”

Sarah's smile turned radiant. “I'd like that.”

Fanny switched her attention to her sister-in-law's rounded belly. “How are you feeling?”

“Excited, impatient.” Annabeth leaned in close. “Your brother hovers like an old woman. Honestly, you'd think I'd never birthed a child before.”

Despite her slightly miffed tone, Annabeth glanced over at Hunter. The way she looked at him, all dreamy-eyed and in love, told Fanny her sister-in-law adored every bit of the attention her husband bestowed on her.

A tinge of melancholy struck without warning. Would Fanny ever find that kind of love?

She certainly hoped so. And yet she wondered...

Was she even capable of having deep feelings for a man? She certainly hadn't felt anything more than friendship for Reese. What did that say about her?

Breaking away from the group, Hunter's youngest child toddled toward her. Happy for the distraction, she reached down to pick up her nephew. But the eighteen-month-old miniature copy of his father had a different plan in mind.

The little boy bypassed Fanny and went straight to Jonathon. “Up.” He yanked on the crisp pant leg. “Up!”

Pausing midsentence, Jonathon looked down.

Christopher lifted his arms high in the air. “Up, up, up.”

Chuckling, Jonathon obliged the child. The move was so natural, so casual, Fanny found herself staring at them in stunned silence. Christopher babbled away, while Jonathon responded as if he completely understood.

Fanny's heart gave a hard tug. Jonathon was so comfortable with the child, so patient and kind.

I will never father children
.

His reasons for avoiding fatherhood made sense—at least to him. Not to Fanny. Yes, the Bible warned of the sins of the father, but Scripture also promised victory to those who broke the cycle.

Watching Jonathon with her nephew, knowing he'd make a great father, she couldn't understand why he was so determined to avoid having children.

Releasing a heartfelt sigh, Annabeth linked her arm through Fanny's. “Johnny's very good with Christopher. Of course, I'm not surprised. He was the best big brother.”

Fanny blinked at her sister-in-law in confusion. Then she remembered that Jonathon—or rather,
Johnny
—had lived in Mattie's brothel as a child. His path must have crossed Annabeth's often, probably even daily.

What else did she know about him?

Curiosity drove Fanny to pry. “What was he like as a boy?”

“Loyal, caring, a bit wild, but also protective of the other children. He...” Annabeth paused a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. “I guess you could say he kept a part of himself separate. He was friendly, but he didn't have a lot of friends.”

He must have been so lonely, always watching out for others.
Oh, Jonathon, who watched out for you?
Fanny's heart hurt for the little boy he'd once been.

“That's not to say the other children didn't adore him. They did. Everyone looked up to him, even the girls.” Annabeth laughed as if caught in a happy memory. “
Especially
the girls.”

The boy Annabeth just described was much like the man he was today. Good. Kind. Distant. Fanny had more questions, lots more, but another commotion broke out at the hotel's entrance.

Her second oldest brother pushed into the lobby, his wife and three children in tow.

Her smile returned full force.

Logan and his family had arrived.

* * *

Later that afternoon, Jonathon stood in the conference room, impatiently biding his time. He wanted to begin negotiations at once, but the remaining Mitchell brother had only just arrived at the hotel. Coming straight off the train from Saint Louis, Garrett had promised to join them as soon as he helped his young wife get settled in their room.

That had been over thirty minutes ago.

Since Garrett's wife was with child as well, Jonathon figured getting her settled meant more than merely helping with the luggage. If the man was anything like his older brother, there was bound to be a good deal of husbandly smothering.

Jonathon felt a jolt of...something churn in his gut. Jealousy? Regret? Neither emotion had any place in today's meeting. He shoved the futile thoughts aside and attempted to get down to business.

Hunter stopped him midsentence. “We'll wait for Garrett. We make decisions as a family, or not at all.”

Considering the nature of his relationship with own brother, Jonathon was both intrigued and baffled by the united front. He knew Hunter and Logan hadn't always been close. They'd actually been on opposite sides of the law for years and, according to some accounts, even enemies.

But now they were as close as any brothers Jonathon had run across. They even owned neighboring ranches connected to their parents' larger spread, which said a lot about their commitment to family.

At last, the door swung open and Garrett Mitchell entered the conference room in a rush.

“Sorry I'm late.” The besotted smile on his face said otherwise. “Molly needed me to help her switch hats, and then we somehow got tangled up. The laughing began next, and well, here I am at last, better late than never.”

“Save the excuses, little brother.” Logan lifted his hand in the air. “We all know you just wanted to spend extra time with Molly.”

Garrett's grin widened. “Jealous?”

Logan snorted. “Have you seen my wife? She's always the most beautiful woman in the room.”

“Unless, of course,” Garrett countered, “
my wife
is in the room.”

“Or mine,” Hunter added.

Since Jonathon had known all three women in question before they'd met and married the Mitchell men, he kept his mouth shut on the matter. Each of their wives was special in her own way. Beautiful, smart, the very essence of goodness.

Jonathon nodded to Burke. His assistant shut the outer door to the conference room.

The brothers fell silent.

“Gentleman, if you will have a seat.” Jonathon motioned them to the table in the middle of the room. “We'll begin.”

They remained where they were, standing shoulder to shoulder. Three against one. Not the worst odds Jonathon had ever faced.

Normally, he enjoyed a tough negotiation, especially if pitted against a worthy opponent or, as in this particular case, several worthy opponents. However, the outcome of today's meeting was too important to indulge in the thrill that came from a proper battle.

Jonathon got straight to the point. “I recently acquired the property that runs along your northern border and—”