Second Chance Rancher

“Come by and see what we’re doing.”

The guy didn’t back down. She gave him kudos for bravery. And with a tight smile she glanced away from the hopeful look on his face. Aunt Essie was there to distract her.

“I’ll bring you a fish dinner. And I have chicken, just for Maria.” Aunt Essie gave her shoulder a final pat.

Maria gave their aunt a wide smile. “Thanks, Aunt Essie.”

“Anything for you, kiddo.” And then she was gone.

“I’m going to step outside,” Lucy said to no one in particular.

“Lucy, don’t go.” Maria started to stand. Of course she would insist on following if she thought Lucy meant to leave.

Lucy touched her sister’s shoulder. “I’m not leaving. I just need some air. It’s crowded and warm in here.”

She smiled at Chet when he half stood. Quickly, ignoring people who called her name, she escaped the diner. Stepping out the side door, she inhaled the country air, a combination of spring grass, flowers and nearby farms.

She leaned against the side of the building, taking in deep breaths. Boots on the sidewalk pulled her from the quiet place where she’d found a sense of calm. She opened her eyes and groaned at the sight of the man approaching, a small child in his arms.

* * *

She stood against the building taking slow breaths. Her eyes were closed. She was whispering, counting, he thought. Dane paused, and when Issy started to speak he put a finger to her lips to quiet her. He waited a long minute as the woman standing there calmed herself, and then he took a step forward. She quickly jerked to attention and faced him.

He held up his free left hand. “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“I wasn’t frightened.”

No, she probably wasn’t. But in that moment before she’d sensed him there, she’d looked like she was having a panic attack.

“Okay, not frightened,” he conceded. He didn’t know how to ask if she was okay, if she needed anything. A change of subject would probably be best. “Have you met my daughter, Isabelle?”

It worked. Lucy’s features softened the tiniest bit and a hint of a smile tugged at her lips.

“I haven’t. It’s good to meet you, Isabelle. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Issy, just three years old, never feared a situation or a stranger. She held out her little hand for Lucy and grinned. “Good to meet you. I like chocolate cake.”

Lucy chuckled, a little breathless. “Really? I think chocolate is my favorite, too.”

“Essie always has chocolate cake. Even if it isn’t my birthday.”

“Does she really? Then maybe we should go inside and have a piece of cake.”

“Dinner first,” Dane warned his daughter.

Issy frowned and let out a loud sigh. “Dinner first.”

“Are there empty chairs in there?” he asked Lucy.

“There are a few at our table.”

“Is that an invitation?” Dane teased.

“Not an invitation, just a fact. Don’t push it, Scott.”

“Back to a last name basis? And here I thought we were friends.”

A hint of a smile hovered on that wide, generous mouth of hers and she shook her head. “Neighbors.”

He reached past her to push the door open and she slid through but she didn’t walk away as he thought she might. Instead she walked just in front of him. If he was to guess, he thought she might need a friend. Even if she only wanted to call him a neighbor.

As she navigated the crowded café, he thought of the girl he’d known. She hadn’t been a typical teen girl, eager to be seen with him, talking of forever before they’d even had a chance to know each other. She’d always been self-contained, keeping her hopes and dreams to herself.

He’d wanted desperately to know what made her tick. And then he’d wanted to protect her. He’d failed miserably on both counts.

In his arms, Issy struggled, wanting down. He leaned in close. “It’s too crowded, honey.”

There were too many obstacles. Too many chairs, too many legs stretched, too many purses. Born two months premature, she’d lost her vision. It had been devastating to Dane and his wife. Issy didn’t know any different. She ran, she played and she chased kittens. She navigated the world with the bravery of a three-year-old.

They reached the table at the back of the room. Lucy pointed to the two remaining chairs. “I’m sure Essie reserved them for you.”

Of course Essie had planned those chairs for him. Right there, next to her niece. The older woman had been telling him for over a year now that someday he’d find someone. She’d told him to give God a chance. Up to now, her meddling had been harmless.

Lucy’s return to town had changed things. Essie was convinced everyone deserved a great love, the kind of love she’d shared with her husband. Dane didn’t want to hurt Essie’s feelings, but since his ex-wife left him, he wasn’t looking for that. She hadn’t been a partner in their marriage. She hadn’t been a mom to Issy. The day she walked out, she said she’d never planned on being tied down on a ranch and she hadn’t signed on to raise a child who was less than perfect.

He couldn’t think of that day, the way she’d blindsided him, without a big dose of anger washing over him.

Essie hurried their way, her attention immediately going to Issy. “I knew you would be here. You’ve done so much for the church, Dane. I wanted to make sure you had a seat. And, Miss Issy, I have chocolate cake.”

Dane arched a brow and Essie knew to avoid looking him in the eye. This seat had nothing to do with making sure he had a place, and everything to do with Lucy. His gaze focused on the woman standing several feet away, doing her best to ignore him.

“Don’t forget me, Essie.” Maria spoke up. She had a plate of chicken strips in front of her. “And if Issy doesn’t want fish, I have plenty of chicken. I don’t mind sharing.”

He set his daughter in the chair next to Maria. Issy immediately felt for the teen, putting a hand on her cheek, then pushing up to her knees so she could get a little closer to whisper, “I like ranch dressing.”

“I have it,” Maria whispered back, reaching for an extra plate. “I have fries, too.”

“And ketchup?” Issy patted the table and found a fork wrapped in a napkin. “Can I have chocolate milk, Miss Essie?”

Essie leaned to kiss the top of his daughter’s blond head. “You sure can, Issy girl. I’ll be right back. Lucy, why don’t you help me get drinks? Dane will want sweet tea. Chet, what can I get you?”

“I think I’ve had enough.” Chet leaned back and patted his rounded belly.

“Do you want pie?” Essie asked.

“Nope, can’t keep a figure like this by eating pie.”

Essie’s hands went to her hips. “Now what kind of nonsense is that, Chet Andrews? You’ve been eating my pie every day for as long as I can remember. And you haven’t been worrying about your boyish figure.”