Hearing her friends giggling at Cody’s stumbling invitation didn’t help the situation. Though she kind of liked Cody, there was no way she could accept his date in front of them. They’d tease her forever. So she laughed, as well, just to show her friends he didn’t matter, and turned him down flat.
After that she saw him from time to time. Once she had hoped to approach him, to apologize, but she never worked up the nerve.
After graduation, he disappeared to his uncle Ted’s ranch, where he lived and worked. And when she graduated a few years later, she hightailed it out of Clayton and never gave him a second thought.
Until now.
Cody Jameson had filled out and grown up, she thought, watching as he pulled his cowboy hat lower on his head before yanking open the truck door for Bonnie, his broad shoulders straining at his shirt.
But he was still a cowboy and she was a city girl, albeit transplanted to Clayton. Just for a while, she reminded herself as she pushed the old memories and history aside. I just have to stay long enough to fulfill the terms of the will. That’s all.
And for now her biggest concern involved getting a job. Though Brooke liked having her live in the same house and hadn’t pushed her older sister to work, Vivienne was too used to pulling her weight. She wanted to be able to pay her share of the bills.
Country music and conversation washed over her as she stepped inside the diner. Kylie Jones, recently engaged to Vivienne’s brother Zach, stood by a table of patrons, hands on her hips, her brown ponytail bobbing as she laughed at one of the jokes from the group of old men hunched over the table.
Two stools at the counter were empty, so she walked over to one and sat down.
Then Kylie saw Vivienne and scurried over, grinning. “Welcome back! How was Denver? Busy?”
“Compared to New York, no. But it was fun.” She’d gone to Denver to connect with an old friend she’d gone to school with and to give herself some breathing space.
Three months ago her life was on a completely different track. A tiny apartment in New York City. Sous chef in a trendy and up-and-coming restaurant and a boss who was encouraging, fun to work with and very attractive. They had dated a few times. During their last date they had shared hopes and dreams and whispered promises of a future.
When news came of the will and the inheritance, Vivienne wasn’t sure she wanted to give up what she had—especially when the money from Grandpa Clayton had so many strings attached. One of which was moving back to Clayton for a year.
Then, shortly after she’d come back from her grandfather’s funeral, her boss told her they weren’t compatible. Then he quit.
Vivienne’s heart was broken. On top of all of this, the new chef was demanding and hypercritical of everything Vivienne did. She began doubting her skills and grew increasingly tentative. Five weeks ago she made a drastic mistake on a menu for a small, exclusive wedding at the restaurant.
And it cost Vivienne her job.
Now she was back in Clayton. No job. No money saved up. No boyfriend.
Back where she started. Looking for work and banking on a maybe.
Kylie grabbed a menu from the old cash register and poked her thumb over her shoulder. “There’s an empty space in the back if you prefer to sit there. I have to bus it yet—”
“Sorry, Kylie, I’m not here to eat. I’m, um … well … looking for a job.”
A frown wrinkled Kylie’s forehead. “A job? But you’re getting—”
Vivienne held up a manicured hand, forestalling the next statement. As Zach’s fiancée, Kylie would know about the inheritance their grandfather, George Clayton Senior, had given to each of his six grandchildren. Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars was a lot of money no matter where you came from. And the 500 acres of land was a bonus, as well. But all of this would only come to each of them if all six of the cousins showed up by Christmas and then stayed around Clayton for a year.
Trouble was, none of the cousins knew if the sixth, Lucas, would show up in time, if at all. And if she stuck around Clayton for a year, Vivienne still had to find a way to pay off school debt and a credit card she had maxed out while she worked in New York.
“You know I won’t get the money unless we all stick around for an entire year,” she said with a determined note in her voice. “And until then I still need to eat and pay bills. So I thought I’d see if you had any openings.”
Kylie ran a thumbnail along the edge of the menu, biting her lower lip. “We really don’t need a waitress,” she said slowly.
“I was thinking of the cooking part.”
This netted her another frown from Kylie as she glanced over her shoulder. Vivienne followed her gaze and caught sight of Jerome’s lanky frame through the pass-through window as he flipped a burger on the grill, the sizzle of grease and the smell wafting over her at the same time.
Burgers? Really?
Don’t be a snob. You need work.
“Um, I’m not sure Gerald or Jerome need any help.” Kylie worried at her lower lip, wearing away the pink lipstick she had been wearing. “You’ll have to talk to Erin about that.”
“Who wants to talk to me?” A woman with red hair and a pencil stuck behind her ear showed up at the cash register beside the seat on which Vivienne had perched. The register chimed as she rang up a total and pulled the bill out of the top.
“I do.” Vivienne tossed a glance at an old cowboy limping toward the counter. She had to hurry. Ted Jameson, Cody Jameson’s uncle, may walk slow, but she remembered all too well that anything he found out spread through town faster than a wildfire. “I was wondering if you need a cook.”
Erin shot her a frown, then grinned as she glanced from Kylie to Vivienne. “This is a joke, right?”
Vivienne squirmed. “No. I’m serious. I need a job.”
“But goodness, girl. You’re a Cordon Bleu–trained chef. And you’re getting your inheritance.”
Vivienne resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Who in town didn’t know about her grandfather’s will?
Kylie leaned closer, lowering her voice. “She only gets the money if all the cousins stick around for a year.”
Erin nodded, understanding. Then she gave Vivienne an apologetic look. “Sorry, hon. I’ve got nothing. Jerome and Gerald don’t really need any help.”
“I can do pies,” she offered. “And my mousse cake is so light, it would just float in here.”
Erin scratched the side of her head with her index finger. “Arabella does most of my dessert and pastries.”
So much for that idea. Vivienne had never thought her own cousin would end up being her competition for work.
“What about working for the resorts over the pass?” Erin suggested, brightening.
“I don’t—”
“Her brother Zach would never let her do that,” Kylie interjected with a firm shake of her head. “Not after that horrible accident he had to deal with on the road up there. And winter is coming, so the roads would be really bad.”
Erin folded the bill she had just printed off.
“Even if she applied and got a job, he’d talk her out of it,” Kylie continued, crossing her arms over her chest in a decisive manner, as if she and her fiancée were on the same page.
“So she can’t work there,” Erin replied.
I’m right here, Vivienne felt like saying as their talk slipped past