And Cowboy Makes Three. Deb Kastner

Toby to support. I can’t afford to take off a whole twelve weeks. Three was pushing it.”

      Rowdy didn’t know if Granny Frances had left Ange any money in her will, but it occurred to him that if they could get this deal done with the real estate, that would give Ange something to ease her load.

      “Let’s talk to Jo and see what we can do. The sooner, the better. It’s possible that we will be able to work out some of the details about me buying Granny Frances’s ranch, which would in turn save you the trouble of having to come back to Serendipity.”

      Her face reddened. “Pushy, much?”

      He scowled and shook his head. He was trying to be nice and she was taking it all the wrong way.

      “That’s not what I meant. Am I mistaken? I thought that selling the ranch was what you wanted to do.”

      She sighed. “It is. I just don’t like feeling as if you are corralling me out of town. You don’t have to be brash about it. I get the hint.”

      She shook her head. “Don’t worry. We’ll just have to set aside the whole Feed My Sheep thing and let Jo know that we aren’t going to continue. Surely, it can’t be so important that we have to drop our entire lives to pursue it.”

      “Maybe not,” he admitted.

      “Well, like I said, I have to be on a plane tomorrow afternoon anyway, so I can’t keep playing this peculiar game even if I wanted to.”

      She smiled, but Rowdy could see the trouble she was having in curling her lips upward. “You’ll be happy to know that I’ll be out of your life tomorrow—and you’ll never have to see me again.”