A Reunion For The Rancher. Brenda Minton

little ranch back in the black. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”

      “I have to get Brandon,” he reminded her with an amused glint in his eyes.

      “Of course you do.” So much for a dramatic exit. “I’ll get him for you.”

      “Hey, Ruby, I’d like to enroll him in your riding class. And maybe Derek could teach him to rope.”

      She had made it to the steps of the house and his words stopped her. Of all the things he could have said, she wished it hadn’t been that. Not him on this ranch, in her life, in her thoughts. Her heart still ached remembering how it had felt to know he was no longer a part of her world. She couldn’t let him back in knowing how that heartbreak had felt.

      But she couldn’t turn down the money one more student would bring.

      She turned, eyed the rancher standing in her yard, out of place in those poor surroundings. She’d been just as out of place in his world. They’d had a different circle of friends in high school. They’d had different experiences. Their worlds had clashed.

      His dad had been right, telling her they would understand when they got older and were thinking with brains and not hormones.

      “Have him here Monday afternoon at four. And don’t forget to enroll him in school.”

      He inclined his head. “Sure thing. Thank you.”

      “I’ll get him for you.”

      She headed up the steps, leaving Carson in the yard. But she didn’t make it inside. Gran opened the door, Brandon right behind her.

      “Carson, this is a fine little man you’ve got.” Iva eased her walker out the door, and Brandon followed. Ruby held the door for her grandmother and she avoided looking at Carson.

      “Thank you, Iva. I hope he was good.”

      “Of course he was good,” Iva assured him. “And he hasn’t been to church. A child shouldn’t be raised without some grounding in the word.”

      At that, Carson chuckled, the sound low and vibrating against Ruby’s nerves, already strung tight from his presence. “Iva, you think you’ve finally found a way to force my hand.”

      Ruby let the door close as her grandmother stepped out of the way. Iva sat down on the seat of her walker. “Of course I have. When you come to church, you all can come over here for lunch after. I’ll make apple pie.”

      “Gran,” Ruby started.

      Iva cut her off. “I’m being neighborly, Ruby Jo. Brandon needs church and it wouldn’t hurt Carson to have something sweet in his life.”

      Ruby wanted the porch to open up and swallow her. Instead, she gave Carson a meaningful glare, daring him to accept the offer.

      He ignored her, his focus 100 percent on her grandmother.

      “I’d love to come over, Iva. It might not be this weekend, but soon.”

      Iva cackled because she’d won. “That sounds good. It will be nice to have a big family lunch.”

      “Family dinners and apple pie are always a good bribe and you know it.” He leaned to kiss Iva’s cheek. Ruby rolled her eyes. He was that good. Just waltz in, charm her grandmother and invade her life.

      And she’d get the lecture once he left because she was only Ruby Jo when she was in trouble.

      He left, taking Brandon by the hand and leading the little boy across the lawn to his big Ford truck. Ruby waited until the truck was heading down the drive before she allowed herself to look at her grandmother.

      “Why?”

      Iva looked innocent, her eyebrows drawing in over narrowed eyes. “What?”

      “You know what. You invited Carson to lunch. Seriously? It’s bad enough that he wants me to give his nephew riding lessons, but having him here for lunch is too much.”

      Iva gave her along, steady look. “Only if you are still bothered by his presence. If he doesn’t mean anything to you, why would it be a problem to have him around?”

      “Because he thinks my brother is a thief. Because his family discarded me like trash. Because...”

      Iva did the eyebrow arch this time. Ruby didn’t want to see how much she resembled her grandmother in that gesture.

      “I know they hurt you. But I also know that you and Carson never talked about all of that. The check. His sister. It’s all in the past, but it’s also been buried and has been festering for a dozen years. Neither of you has moved on. Neither of you has gotten over being mad at the other.”

      “I think we have moved on. I got a job in Oklahoma. He’s running the family ranch.”

      “Yes, you’ve moved on. But it’s like running in place. Neither of you has gotten anywhere.”

      “Gran...”

      Her grandmother pushed herself to her feet. “Oh, Ruby, stop worrying. It’s just lunch and it might not happen for weeks. Or ever.”

      “Yes, just lunch.” With a man she’d once loved. A man she’d thought she would marry.

      A man who was still kind and caring. She knew he’d helped her grandmother. Now she knew he was willing to care for a nephew. She knew he cared about his community.

      She wanted to paint him as the villain, but she couldn’t. She knew him. And knowing him made him even more dangerous.