Most Eligible Sheriff. Cathy McDavid

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СКАЧАТЬ Ruby had impersonated Scarlett and taken a difficult calculus test for her during their junior year in high school. Another time, Scarlett had broken up with Ruby’s boyfriend when Ruby didn’t have the nerve.

      This could work. Ruby just needed to stay focused and keep her wits about her. Not give anyone cause for suspicion.

      She didn’t require MapQuest to find the Gold Nugget Ranch. There were plenty of signs in town pointing the way. She read them in between looking anxiously in her rearview mirror or over her shoulder—habits that had become second nature last month when the stalking started, and increased last week after the attack in her condo.

      At the gas station where she filled up her car, she paid at the pump, in case someone inside was friends with Scarlett and would want to chat.

      Her car! Oh, no. She hadn’t thought about that until right this second. Scarlett drove a Jeep. Someone was bound to notice the strange vehicle and ask questions. The three-mile drive along the highway to the ranch gave Ruby time to concoct a plausible story.

      A rental car. Because her Jeep was in the shop. Yes, that sounded good. She repeated the fabrication three times over so it would flow more naturally off her tongue.

      Perspiration formed on her brow. This leading a double life wasn’t going to be as easy as she’d first thought. Maybe she—Scarlett—should call in sick for the week after all. Scarlett had actually suggested it, but Ruby dismissed the idea, not wanting to give her sister’s boss a reason to fire her.

      Ruby had her doubts about this rekindled romance with Demitri. If he and her sister broke up again, which was likely given their history, Scarlett would need a job.

      When Ruby pulled into the ranch, she drove slowly, visually comparing the buildings and landmarks with those her sister had described. Spotting the barn, she headed straight there and pulled in next to a pickup truck parked along the side. This, Scarlett had advised, was where the wranglers left their vehicles.

      Standing outside her car, she paused. The horse corrals were across the way. Beyond them, the arena, bunkhouse and, on the nearby hill, a half-dozen guest cabins. She should head toward the corrals. Scarlett had told Ruby to check in with the trail boss first thing upon arriving.

      At the sight of so many people gathered at the corrals, she momentarily lost her nerve and ducked into the barn instead. Just for a few minutes, she told herself. Until she felt calmer.

      The smell of hay and horses triggered memories of years gone by when riding had been part of Ruby’s daily life. She made her way to the four box stalls standing in a row. According to her sister, the working trail horses were housed in the corrals, and the barn served as a sort of infirmary.

      Two stalls were empty. A third contained an old, swaybacked mare and the fourth a pony that poked its nose over the side of the stall and nickered at her. She couldn’t resist and reached out to pet the whiskered face.

      “How you doing, little fellow?”

      In reply, the pony pressed its warm nose into her palm.

      “Hey, Scarlett, what’s going on?”

      Ruby spun, alarm shooting through her in waves, and faced the woman who had come up silently behind her. Hoping her smile didn’t appear too nervous, she tried to place the woman from her sister’s descriptions. The owner’s wife? In her current disconcerted state, Ruby couldn’t remember.

      “H-hi. I’m...ah...checking on the pony.”

      “Mooney’s fine.” The woman smiled in return. “Her thrush is much better.”

      Ruby mentally repeated the pony’s name and ailment for future reference.

      “Lyndsey’s been taking care of her,” the woman continued. “Cleansing the hoof and medicating it.”

      Lyndsey? That was one of the owner’s little girls. Could this woman be Annie, his wife? Ruby wished she could be sure. She didn’t dare call the woman by name for fear she was wrong.

      “Well, good,” Ruby replied. “I’ll just mosey on over to the, ah, corrals, then.”

      She shoved her hands in her jeans pockets, and then whipped them out, deciding the stance made her look uncomfortable. Which, she was, but she didn’t want to appear that way

      “Stop at the house first,” the woman instructed. “I got a call a minute ago. Someone’s here to see you.”

      “Who?”

      There was a twinkle in her eyes. “Who do you think?”

      “I don’t know.”

      “Cliff, of course.” The twinkle brightened. “He’s waiting in the kitchen. Come on, I’ll go with you. The first trail ride isn’t for another hour. You have plenty of time for a visit.”

      Time, but no desire. Not until she was more acclimated to her surroundings.

      The kitchen, Ruby recalled, was in the main house. Halfway there, she and the woman passed an SUV. She noticed the official logo on the side and came to a sudden stop, the alarm from earlier zapping the strength from her knees.

      “Is that the sheriff’s vehicle?”

      “What else would Cliff drive?” The woman took hold of Ruby’s arm to hurry her along.

      “Why is he here?” Had the Las Vegas detective phoned the sheriff? Told him of the switch? If so, wouldn’t he have alerted Ruby?

      Beside her, the woman blew out an exasperated breath. “Because that’s what men do when they’re dating a woman. They show up unannounced and surprise her.”

      “Dating!” Ruby squeaked.

      “Unless you have another definition for when a couple goes out six times in the past month.”

      Scarlett had a boyfriend. Another boyfriend besides Demitri. And he was the local sheriff!

      A rush of anger steadied Ruby. Of all the details not to share, her sister had to pick the most important one.

      * * *

      CLIFF DEMPSEY SAT at the long oak table, a steaming mug of coffee in front of him. The next moment, he sprang to his feet and began pacing. What, precisely, was he doing here?

      “Something wrong?” Sam asked.

      His friend and owner of the Gold Nugget Ranch had joined Cliff in the empty kitchen. As recently as last week, a dozen guests would have competed for elbow room at the crowded table. Since completion of the new dining hall, the kitchen belonged solely to the staff.

      “I probably shouldn’t bother Scarlett when she’s at work,” Cliff said.

      “Don’t worry about it.” Sam nodded at the bouquet of fresh flowers lying on the table. “You asking her to the square dance this weekend?”

      “Yeah.” Cliff nodded, wiping his damp palms on his khaki slacks.

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