He didn’t want to be this uptight guy he’d become since Tiffany’s betrayal.
On impulse, he blurted, “Let’s share dessert?”
She brightened a little. “Okay.”
They argued for a good five minutes about what they would share.
“I’m too full to eat a whole dessert,” he said.
“Me, too.”
“So we have to come to an agreement. We do that by negotiation.”
“Dad, I hate when you teach me. Why can’t we just talk?”
“I thought we were just talking.”
“No, you’re lecturing and I’m—”
They were interrupted by Violet plopping a plate in the middle of the table with small portions of four desserts and two forks.
“Knock yourselves out,” she said. She slapped their bill onto the table and walked away. He checked the total. Too reasonable. She needed to raise the price points on her meals.
“She heard us arguing.” Chelsea stared at the plate before picking up a fork and tasting the cherry cheesecake. “Oh, that’s sooo good. She’s smart. She has good solutions to problems.”
“She does.” Sam had to agree. Why hadn’t he just asked her if she could sell them portions? So would she have a solution to his biggest problem?
He motioned her over.
She watched him with what could only be described as neutrality. Apparently, it was too much to expect friendliness.
“We’re going to be in the area for a while. Can you recommend a place to stay?”
“Hotel? Bed-and-breakfast? A rental room for a longer stay?”
“Dad needs a job.”
Sam choked on a bite of cheesecake and coughed. After a gulp of coffee, he glared at his daughter. No, no, no. This wasn’t what he’d wanted. He’d planned to glide in under the radar, to get the lay of the land and to see if he could get answers before having to commit to the last, desperate level of subterfuge.
But now it was out in the open. Damn.
“Not really. I—”
“A job? As a ranch hand? Sure,” the owner responded almost gleefully. “That can be arranged. There’s always room for a hardworking cowboy on any ranch in the county. Especially for an experienced one, which you must be at your age.”
Your age? Why was everyone fixated on his age?
Chelsea laughed, enjoying this too much.
“You have your daughter with you,” Violet said, “so that will limit the living arrangements. You can’t stay in a bunkhouse. Let me see what I can do. I’ll make a few calls.”
“But—” She left before he could stop her.
“Thanks a lot.” He muttered, directing his displeasure toward Chelsea. “Now I can’t renege without looking foolish. You shouldn’t have mentioned I needed a job. That was supposed to be a last-ditch scenario. I mean really last-ditch. I’m not a cowboy.”
Chelsea sat back and crossed her arms. He hated her scowl. She used to be sunny and carefree. God, what had he and Tiffany done?
“You shouldn’t be dishonest, Dad. You shouldn’t be pretending to be someone you’re not.”
“I don’t have a choice.”
“Sure you do. Don’t you remember what you always used to tell me?”
He blinked. “I’ve told you a lot of things.”
“‘Your choices define who you are.’” She mimicked him perfectly at his pedantic worst.
He asked quietly, “Do you really dislike me so much?”
She didn’t meet his eyes. Folding and unfolding a corner of her place mat, she mumbled, “No. I don’t dislike you.”
He believed her. On the other hand, she made sense about the choices he was making here in this town. They weren’t his best. But what else could he do? Gramps needed help. The second Gramps had called last week with concerns about the fair, Sam had packed and left. His gramps meant more to him than...than air. More than his father did.
Violet Summer had better be on her game.
A voluptuous figure, violet eyes and thick midnight hair meant nothing. As much as he found the diner owner attractive, he would not be kind to his enemy. Guilty until proved innocent.
Gramps, the greatest guy in Sam’s life, deserved to be protected from a bunch of deceitful women.
“He’s conniving and dishonest, Rachel. I’m sure of it,” Vy said into the phone in her office. “He’s the phoniest cowboy I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh, come on, Vy,” her friend responded, “You can’t possibly know he’s not a real cowboy.”
“His boots and hat are spotless. There isn’t a speck of dirt or dust on them,” Vy said. When that didn’t get a response, she added the kicker, “He irons his jeans.”
“Oh,” Rachel breathed into the phone. “I see what you mean.” After a pause, she asked, “What do you want from me?”
“You know how you’ve been complaining about how expensive it’s been for Travis to start up his herd?”
Travis Read had moved into town five months ago and had fallen like a ton of bricks for Vy’s best friend, Rachel McGuire.
“Setting up the ranch has been a financial challenge,” Rachel said. “Especially with his sister no longer moving in and contributing to the mortgage.”
Newcomer Sammy Read had found a good match in local rancher Michael Moreno. Her kids needed a father and his children needed a mother. Win-win. Plus, they were super hot for each other.
“No doubt there’ll be a wedding soon?”
Rachel laughed. “Like yesterday, if they had their way. As soon as they can organize it.” Rachel paused, then said, “Travis has been great with money over the years, but...”
“Getting the ranch going is putting pressure on you?”
“Yeah,” Rachel admitted. “But it’s the right thing to do. I don’t want Travis to have to work for other ranchers for the rest of his life. He wants to be his own boss.”
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