Betting On The Maverick. Cindy Kirk

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      His mother frowned.

      “Her name is Vivian,” Margot repeated. “She’s a real sweetie.”

      Brad hid his snort behind a cough when both women stared at him.

      “She’s about two weeks from having a litter of pups. Father unknown.”

      “Once they get older, if you need any help finding homes, I can ask around,” his dad offered. “Herding dogs are always in demand.”

      “Thanks.” Margot took another sip of her wine.

      “Have you heard anything from your father, dear?” Laura asked, her blue eyes filled with concern.

      “Not a word.” Margot lowered the glass, her expression now troubled. “I called Gage. He sent that detective of his—Russ, I guess?—out checking, but he had nothing new to report.”

      “Did they ever find out who purchased the train ticket for your dad?” Todd asked.

      Margot shot a sidewise glance in Brad’s direction before answering. “No leads.”

      “I don’t know who’d do such a thing.” Laura reached over and patted her son’s knee. “I’m proud of Brad for keeping the place going while your father is gone.”

      Todd nodded. “A ranch doesn’t run itself. The Leap of Faith has been limping along ever since your ma died.”

      “I didn’t realize how bad things had gotten,” Margot said, but something in her downward glance told Brad she’d suspected and felt guilty over staying away.

      “Brad has done a lot of work these past couple of months, getting it ready for winter.” Todd winced when Brandie Sue hopped off Margot’s lap, pranced a few feet then hopped into his.

      “Looks like she’s taken to you, Dad,” Brad said.

      “All the women like me,” his dad drawled, then grinned at Laura. “But there’s only one woman for me.”

      Brad and Margot exchanged glances.

      “Speaking of the Leap of Faith...” Margot paused as if gathering her thoughts.

      “How long will you be staying, dear?” his mother said, pulling her besotted gaze from her husband.

      Laura would have been horrified to realize Margot hadn’t yet finished speaking, but Brad could have kissed his mother.

      Margot blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Six months,” she said. “Or less.”

      “Brad said you’d had some sort of injury,” his father interjected.

      “Yes.” She folded her hands in lap and relayed the story she’d told him, including more detail.

      “Oh, my dear, a skull fracture is serious.” Laura breathed the words.

      “Should you have been on a horse today?” Brad asked, more sharply than he’d intended.

      “I’m to avoid any activity where I could fall and hit my head.” Her lips quirked up. “I haven’t fallen off a horse since I was a toddler. I tried to tell the neurologist that the risk in the ring is also minimal for injury but he insisted it would be unwise.”

      “You must be relieved to have Brad around,” Laura said. “I can’t imagine doing all that heavy ranch work would be good for you, in your condition.”

      “What condition is that?” Natalie asked, breezing into the room.

      She was pretty and blonde, an angelic face with a mischievous streak a mile wide. Brad adored her.

      “Hey, brat,” he said in lieu of greeting. “I thought I was going to be able to get in and out of this place without seeing you.”

      Natalie stuck her tongue out at him then smiled at Margot.

      “Ohmigod,” she shrieked the second she recognized their guest, moving in to give the redhead a hug. “It’s been ages.”

      Margot blinked, appearing stunned by the effusive welcome. “It’s nice to see you.”

      Brad was seized with the sudden urge to protect, to step between his sister and Margot. Recognizing that as a ridiculous impulse, he remained seated.

      Natalie, dressed in a jean skirt that showed way too much skin—what was his father thinking, letting her go out that way—and a blue shirt at least one size too small, studied Margot through lowered lashes.

      Brad was suddenly seized with a bad feeling, the same type of feeling he got years ago just before she beaned him over the head with one of her Barbie dolls.

      “Rumor is you’re shacking up with my brother.” Natalie offered a sympathetic glance. “Sweetie, you could do so much better.”

      “Natalie,” Todd ordered. “Apologize this instant.”

      His sister’s head jerked back, her eyes widened. “Why?”

      “You’ve insulted a guest in our home, and your brother.”

      “I did no such thing.” Natalie gave her blond hair a little shake.

      “Natalie.” His father’s voice held a warning.

      Brandie Sue, who’d been napping, chose that moment to awaken. Almost immediately she began to bark, as if wanting to add her two cents to the fray.

      His father started growling at his mother to shut the dog up while his mother cast censuring glances in her daughter’s direction.

      “What?” Natalie threw up her hands. “I was teasing. Letting Brad and Margot know what’s being said around town.”

      “I appreciate it.” Margot sounded surprisingly sincere. “I can’t believe the gossip has already started. I haven’t even been here twenty-four hours. Up to now, I’ve only seen Brad and Russ.”

      Her gaze shifted to Brad. “Do you think Russ said something?”

      Brad considered, nodded. “Probably mentioned to someone you’re back. They would have asked about me, or where you were staying. And the story took off from there.”

      Natalie inclined her head. “Are you really going to stay out there with my brother?”

      “It’s my home,” Margot insisted. “If anyone should leave, it should be him.”

      “You could move back in with us,” Laura told her son and hope flared in Margot’s green eyes.

      “That isn’t feasible.” Brad forced a reasonable tone. “Not with winter around the corner. I need to be there to see to things.”

      “You could drive over every day.” Margot’s voice took on a hint of desperation. “It’s not all that far.”

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