“It’s not all that big. Fifteen thousand acres. That’s—” He hung his head, fingering the hat he held in his hands. Without looking up, he said, “We needed help. Debbie, I swear, if you’ll give him a little time—”
“He’s got all the time in the world until I can find a way to make enough money to get me and my son back home.”
Debra investigated the house and determined the two bedrooms she and Andy would take upstairs.
The third bedroom, next to hers, was occupied by a sleeping baby. Debra stood at the crib, looking down at Betsy. The blond-haired child was so sweet. Babies always were.
Debra smiled, remembering Andy’s younger years. Then she heard her son calling her and rushed out of the baby’s room to keep him from awakening Betsy.
“Do you like your room, Andy?” she asked.
“It’s big, Mommy. I think I’d rather stay with you.”
She put her arms around him. “You’ll be right next door to me, baby. And it means you can sleep later without me waking you up. You’ll get used to it, I promise.” She hugged him tighter. “How ’bout we go to the kitchen and see if we can find you a snack?”
Downstairs she discovered a beautiful kitchen, complete with all the latest appliances. Since she was a short-order cook, she appreciated the convenience of a large, modern kitchen. The one good thing she could say about the job at Joe’s Diner was that it had allowed her to spend the late afternoons and evenings with Andy. Of course, she’d had to go to bed when he did since she got up at four-thirty in the morning to go to work. Her entire paycheck went to her mother. Eileen demanded money for letting them live with her, money for taking care of Andy. Money for everything.
The only money Debra had secreted away was her share of the tip money that Joe, the owner, had given her at the end of each month. It hadn’t come to much, but it allowed her to buy Andy clothes and occasionally treat him to something special.
She should’ve saved it so she could get back to Kansas.
Then she stopped to consider her own words. Did she want to go back? Did she want that life? She shuddered. The answer was no. She probably wouldn’t be the man’s wife for long, but at least she would have some respite from having to abandon her son every morning. And God knew, she couldn’t go back to living with her mother, not knowing what she did now.
“Mommy?”
“Oh, yes, honey, I’m sorry. Let’s go find that snack.”
She’d assumed she’d find the cupboard bare if this man—her new husband—was so broke he couldn’t pay for anyone to help him. However, she found his penniless state didn’t apply to the kitchen. The refrigerator was stocked and a nearby freezer was full of frozen beef.
Checking the clock, she removed some meat for the evening dinner she was expected to prepare. Then she found some crackers and peanut butter for Andy.
“I like peanut butter,” he said, smiling for the first time since they’d gotten off the plane in Casper that morning.
“I know you do, sweetheart.”
“Eileen didn’t like to give me peanut butter,” Andy muttered. Her mother had insisted Andy call her by her first name so people wouldn’t realize she was a grandmother.
Debra leaned over to brush back a wisp of Andy’s hair. “I know, sweetie. That’s one good thing about living here. No Eileen.”
“Really?”
“Really, Andy. You get to stay home with me and your new sister, Betsy.”
He frowned. “But she’s a girl.”
She couldn’t stifle a laugh. “So am I, young man. You’ll grow to love Betsy. Her daddy says she’ll be up soon and then you’ll really get to meet her. You’ll see. It will be great.”
As Andy ate, Debra moved about the kitchen, locating equipment and ingredients, mentally inventorying the pantry, that was well organized. If John’s wife had done all this, she must have been a good cook.
In the monitor on the table Debra heard the sound of a baby stirring.
“Betsy’s awake,” she told Andy. “Wait here and I’ll go get her.”
When she entered the baby’s room, Betsy was standing in her bed, holding on to the rails, beginning to get unhappy. Debra crossed over to her and picked her up. “Hello, there, Betsy. I’m your new mommy. Let’s see. Ah, yes, you need a diaper change, don’t you?”
She laid the baby down in her crib and found a clean diaper in the holder at the end. “Your daddy has everything organized, doesn’t he? He must be a good daddy, Betsy.”
And that was the first thing she found to like about John Richey.
John rushed as he rubbed down his horse. “Sorry, Beauty, but I’m in a hurry,” he whispered.
“Did you say something, boss?” Mikey asked, peering around the dark horse John was working on.
“Uh, no, Mikey, nothing.” Mikey was young, but a hard worker.
“You sure the missus don’t mind us coming to the house for dinner tonight?” Jess, his other cowhand, asked.
John hurriedly looked away from Bill’s worried frown. “I’m sure. I told her we’d all four be there. But I don’t know what kind of cook she is, so blame Bill if it’s awful.” He figured even Jess wouldn’t have the nerve to question Bill. Both guys were just a little afraid of him.
“Can’t be worse than our cooking,” Jess grumbled.
“I’m sure Debra will have a good meal ready,” Bill said with bravado. “I mean, she used to be a cook. How bad can it be?”
“I’m hungry enough to eat a bear, so let’s just hurry,” Mikey said.
All four men walked to the house together. John was beginning to wish he hadn’t planned on all of them coming to the house to eat this evening. He was beginning to fear that the woman might have done nothing just to pay him back for his rudeness to her earlier. She could completely humiliate him.
Betsy.
He’d walked out on Betsy and left her with a stranger. That thought hadn’t struck him until just now.
How could he have done that? Betsy was the most important part of his life. And he’d trusted her to his new wife.
Speeding up, he reached the house before his men.
When he entered, he ignored the warm fire in the fireplace, the delicious aroma in the air, the place settings on the table. All he could think of was his child.
When Debra walked out of the kitchen, all he said was, “Where’s Betsy?”
CHAPTER TWO
“SHE’s already in bed. Is there a problem?”
Debra stared at John’s worried face. Had she done something wrong?
“I’ll go check on her,” he said.
She stepped in his way. “I thought maybe you’d all like to shower and change into clean clothes before dinner.”
“What’s wrong? Don’t we smell pretty enough for you?”
Her back stiffened, but her voice remained calm. “I was only thinking of your comfort.”
“Well, I might have clean clothes here, but the others don’t,” he snapped.
She already knew the answer to her question, but she let her eyes widen with innocence. “You mean all the laundry I did today was yours?”
He started to speak