More Than a Cowboy. Cathy Mcdavid

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СКАЧАТЬ the restaurant, she spotted the waitress heading toward the counter and motioned that she and Mercer would be taking a nearby booth.

      “Come on.” She led the way...only to pull up short after three steps and peer over her shoulder.

      Deacon was following them. She’d forgotten all about him.

      “Is there, um, something you want?”

      He addressed Mercer rather than her. “Would you like me to wait here?”

      “No.” Mercer clasped Deacon’s shoulder. “Join us.”

      “W-why?” Liberty stared at the two of them in confusion.

      “Deacon is my attorney,” Mercer said.

      “Your attorney?”

      “I’ll explain.” He took over, directing them to a table rather than a booth.

      Liberty followed him, her confusion mounting. Why did Mercer need legal counsel? And why bring his counsel to their meeting?

      “What’s going on? Tell me,” she insisted the moment they were seated, Mercer to her left and Deacon across from her. Was that intentional? In the wide-open restaurant, she felt cornered.

      “Liberty,” Mercer began slowly, “I’m so glad you contacted me. Learning you’re my daughter, well, it’s just about the best news I’ve ever had.” He paused, appearing to choose his words carefully. “The thing is, your mother and I have a complicated history. And a long-standing business arrangement.”

      “Business arrangement?”

      “I own half of the Easy Money. Not only that, your mother owes me a considerable amount of money. I’m here to meet you and to get to know you. But I’m also here to collect what is rightfully mine. Deacon has agreed to represent me. While I don’t want to bring a lawsuit against your mother...”

      Liberty had trouble understanding the rest of what Mercer said. It was hard to hear him above the roar of her world crashing down around her.

      * * *

      DEACON WATCHED LIBERTY’S BACK as she all but bolted from the restaurant, his gut twisting into a tight knot. The meeting went exactly as he’d expected it would: not well.

      He’d told Mercer when they met at his office yesterday that springing his true intentions on Liberty right from the get-go wasn’t the best move. Mercer had been adamant. He and Liberty had both been denied the truth for years. He refused to start out his relationship with her by following in her mother’s footsteps.

      Deacon understood. He also felt sorry for Liberty. She must be reeling. He’d go after her if he could and...do what? Tell her he wished things were different? That he’d been taken by her from the moment they met again his third day back and wanted to ask her out, only he hadn’t found the courage? Too late now. Mercer was his client and dating his daughter was out of the question.

      Instead, he suggested, “Should you check on her?”

      Mercer considered before answering. “Might be better to give her some time. If she’s as much her mother’s daughter as I suspect, she’s not ready to listen.”

      Deacon decided to let Mercer be the judge. Through the large window, he watched Liberty’s SUV leave the parking lot and considered stopping by the Easy Money later.

      Their waitress sidled up to the table and distributed menus. “Will the young lady be returning?”

      “I don’t think so.” Mercer’s tone was noncommittal.

      “Can I start you off with something to drink?”

      “You still have that fresh-squeezed lemonade?”

      “Got a fresh pitcher in the cooler.”

      “I’ll take a large glass.” Mercer beamed at the woman. For someone who had just devastated his long-lost daughter with upsetting news, he didn’t look particularly distressed.

      Or was he? People often put on a show to hide their true feelings. Deacon knew that better than most. He was putting on a show right now.

      “And for you?” the waitress prompted.

      “Iced tea.” After the past few minutes, Deacon could really use something stronger.

      He’d always liked Liberty, though she’d been barely more than a kid when he worked at the arena. He himself had been a skinny, awkward high school senior. She was kind to him when others weren’t. More than that, she’d defended him after the accident involving the bulls. Her mother and older sister, Cassidy, on the other hand, had only accusations for him. False ones.

      Mercer waited until their waitress had left to resume their conversation. “She’ll go straight to Sunny, naturally.”

      “You sound like you’re counting on it.”

      He chuckled, more to himself than out loud.

      Deacon didn’t bother perusing the menu. He’d lost his appetite. Instead, he powered up his tablet. “It might have been better for us to approach your ex-wife first.”

      “I don’t think it’ll make a difference. Sunny knew I’d return eventually.”

      The sum she owed Mercer was indeed considerable. Six figures. Most people wouldn’t have waited all those years to collect. Deacon considered his client’s motives. Would Mercer have returned to Reckless if Liberty hadn’t contacted him out of the blue, suggesting he might be her biological father?

      Somehow, Deacon didn’t think so. Mercer definitely had an agenda. Deacon couldn’t fault the man. He himself had a private agenda and Mercer retaining him as his attorney fit perfectly into his plans.

      It was why, as much as he liked Liberty and was attracted to her, he chose to take on Mercer as a client over any potential relationship with her. He hoped he didn’t regret his decision.

      “Have you had a chance yet to draw up the demand letter?” Mercer inquired after their beverages arrived and the waitress took his dinner order.

      Deacon scrolled through a document on his tablet. “I’m still reviewing the terms of your property settlement with Sunny. The language is a little ambiguous in some places.”

      “It was written a long time ago.”

      “Did you ever attempt to collect your share of the arena revenues?”

      “Nah.” He dismissed Deacon’s question with a frown. “Didn’t need it. I’ve done just fine for myself.”

      Deacon guessed the older man was probably comfortable. Experienced bucking stock foremen earned decent wages, and Mercer Beckett was considered to be one of the best. It stood to reason. Decades earlier, he’d been one of the best bull riders in the country.

      Why then the sudden interest in seeking his share of the revenues? It wasn’t greed or financial need. And how did Liberty figure into it? Deacon’s natural curiosity was piqued.

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