Rodeo Baby

Vy knew how good that felt.

“Plus, his land is beautiful. It would make an excellent ranch. Wouldn’t it be amazing for him to have a legacy to leave to both Tori and Beth and any children we might have together?”

“Yeah, it sure would.”

Was she doing the right thing in recommending that Travis take on this stranger? She thought so. She’d met evil in her past. She’d known bad men. Her intuition told her this guy wasn’t one of them. Besides, she liked his prickly porcupine of a daughter a lot. The girl reminded Vy of herself. On the other hand, there did seem to be something fishy going on with him. What? If it affected her town, Vy needed to know.

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

Travis and Rachel were smart people. They could keep an eye on this man.

“Sooo, you and Travis can make extra money by renting the fake cowboy and his daughter the rooms that Sammy and her two boys would have used. What do you think?” When Rachel hesitated, she rushed on, “And Travis would have a ranch hand.”

“Not much of one if he’s not a real cowboy.”

Vy wanted to see the ersatz cowboy brought down.

Unreasonable, Vy. What’s your problem? He’s done nothing to you, so why the big push to destroy a man you don’t even know?

Bits and pieces of memories, of another time and place threatened to intrude, and she turned them aside with a firm resolve.

Nope. She wouldn’t be going down that road.

Suffice it to say, she disliked liars.

“Do you think we can trust him in our home?” Rachel asked. A reasonable question.

“Yes. I’m certain he isn’t dangerous or I wouldn’t have called. Besides, he has his daughter with him. She’s either a teenager already or a tween and has some attitude, but don’t we all?”

“You do,” Rachel retorted and Vy laughed.

“True.”

“Why are you so upset about this man?” Rachel asked.

Vy didn’t want to look too closely at that. She brazened it out. “Anger is my natural response to any kind of charade or dishonesty. I dislike fraud with a passion.”

“I know,” Rachel said quietly, “but you’ve never shared why.”

Vy sidestepped the deeper issue. “I just don’t trust any man who comes to my town with an agenda. If this guy doesn’t have a scheme up his sleeve, I’ll eat every one of the six coconut-cream pies I made first thing this morning.”

She wanted to see him brought down. No! Not true. She wanted to bring him down personally.

Too strong a response, Vy. Cool it.

“Tell you what, Vy.” Rachel interrupted her thoughts. “We’ll give the guy a trial run, but only if you bring out one of those pies this afternoon.”

“Deal.”

* * *

SAM SAVORED THE last bite of an exquisite pineapple upside-­down cake.

“This is incredible,” he said, sighing.

“I know, right?”

“I could eat here every day.” He put down his fork and rubbed his stomach. “Take that last bite of chocolate layer cake.”

“Are you sure, Dad?”

He smiled. “Honey, don’t you know I’d give you my last dollar if it would make you happy?”

For a change, a genuine smile lit Chelsea’s face and, while it might be tiny, it reminded him of her smiles of old. And, God, he loved it.

He smiled in return and watched her enjoy the cake.

“Everything’s taken care of.”

Sam started. The waitress-cum-manager-cum-owner had appeared beside the table without making a sound. He didn’t like surprises.

“What do you mean?” he asked, but he knew, and all the good feelings at the table evaporated.

“I called a friend. Her husband’s ranch is brand-new. He hasn’t hired any hands yet and they could sure use some rent on a couple of spare rooms in the house.”

She slapped a paper with directions on it onto the table and picked up the cash he’d left for their meal.

Sam was trapped.

He’d left New York too quickly and without enough preparation. He hated this feeling.

But how could he leave without solving Gramps’s dilemma first?

He needed to blend in. He’d done research online. Successful no matter what he took on, he could do this.

But damn, he didn’t know a thing about working on a ranch. He’d be as naive as Chelsea if he thought he could be any good as a cowboy after one night of research. This had been a crazy idea from the start.

Sam opened his mouth to object, to halt this mad process before it went too far, but Violet raised her hand.

“No need to thank me. It’s what people around here do. Help each other out.” An odd smile hovered at the edges of her full red lips, as though she were having a laugh at his expense, reminding him of his daughter’s smiles these days. “Travis is a newcomer himself, so he’ll make you feel welcome. His wife, Rachel, will take good care of Chelsea while you’re working. Or will she be enrolling in the local school?”

“Not yet,” Sam replied, not expanding on the subject. No need to air dirty laundry here.

Sam wondered why Chelsea didn’t object to having a babysitter, this woman Rachel, before realizing his child enjoyed his discomfort. She knew he was trapped.

Gramps. Think of Gramps. This is all for him.

“Sure,” he said weakly. “Sounds good.”