The Rancher's City Girl. Patricia Johns

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      Eloise grinned at his comforting bad humor and the two women worked together to get the old man into his wheelchair, and then pushed it toward the main house. Nora walked ahead and dropped a ramp over the stairs just before they reached them.

      “This is handy,” Eloise commented.

      “We’ve been wheelchair accessible ever since Grandpa got sick. Come on in. I’ve got some sandwiches in the kitchen if you’re hungry.”

      Mr. Bessler muttered something.

      “What’s that, handsome?” Nora asked, holding the door for them as they came into the cool foyer.

      “I haven’t been called that in at least a decade,” he replied.

      “I don’t believe it.” Nora chuckled. “Well, what can I feed you?”

      Mr. Bessler shook his head. “Not hungry. She made me eat earlier.”

      “A glass of iced tea?”

      The old man shrugged.

      “I’ll take that as a yes.” A few minutes later, after Mr. Bessler had taken his medication, they sat around a pine table, a large pitcher of iced tea between them. Nora sank into the chair opposite.

      “So...” Nora fixed Eloise with a cheerful smile. “Are you single?”

      Eloise laughed. “Cory warned me about you.”

      “Did he, now? Sorry. I don’t imagine you’re a country girl, are you?”

      Eloise shook her head. “I’m afraid not. I was born and raised in Billings and came out to Haggerston to work as a palliative care nurse.”

      Nora’s eyebrows went up, then she glanced toward Mr. Bessler.

      “Yes, I’m dying,” the old man grunted. “You’re allowed to talk about it.”

      “Well, you never know. You might find out you love all this space.”

      “It would be hard not to,” she admitted, glancing out the window.

      “Do you ride horses?” Nora asked.

      “No.” Eloise shook her head. “Cory mentioned teaching me how, but—”

      “Take him up on that.” Nora shot her a grin. “He’s an excellent teacher, and there are women who would give their eye teeth for an offer like that from Cory Stone.”

      There was something in the other woman’s enthusiasm that hinted at more than a simple riding lesson, and Eloise sipped her iced tea to avoid answering. It was flattering to be seen as a romantic option for the rugged cowboy, but Eloise wasn’t exactly “on the market” again after her divorce.

      The side door banged and the sound of men’s voices mingled with the clomp of boots in the mudroom where the men took off their work apparel before coming into the kitchen.

      “There they are.” Nora stood up and headed back to the kitchen counter. “Do you two want a sandwich?” she called.

      Eloise turned to see Cory amble into the kitchen.

      “Robert, can I get you something else?” Cory asked.

      His father shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”

      Cory exchanged a look with Eloise and she shook her head ever so slightly. Accepting a sandwich from Nora, Cory slipped into the chair next to Eloise.

      Eloise cast about for a subject of conversation. “This is an interesting old house.”

      “My grandfather built it. I did some renovations when I took the place over, though.”

      Eloise’s gaze roamed over the walnut floors, glowing from a recent polish. A rough-hewn stone fireplace dominated one side of the sitting room, the opening wide and deep, and couches surrounded it. The couches looked worn, as if they’d been used for decades, but the wear and tear only added to the charm, making her wonder about the family members who made their memories surrounding that hearth. The kitchen was large and spacious, dark cabinets combining with the walnut floors to bring a cozy feel without sacrificing space.

      “A home says a lot about a person,” Eloise said. “So do his friends.”

      “Oh no,” Cory groaned. “What did she say?”

      Eloise grinned. “Not too much. She’s nice, though. I like her.”

      A smile twitched at one corner of his lips, and she chuckled.

      “You seem to be the most eligible bachelor in Blaine County,” Eloise offered.

      “To hear Nora tell it.”

      “And if you tell it?”

      “I don’t know.” He looked down at his hands. “I don’t want to waste a woman’s time.”

      Eloise knew that feeling all too well. Even though she’d known Cory only briefly, she suspected they’d understand each other perfectly. Flirting and dating might bring some excitement to her life, but she wasn’t looking for compliments and a dinner out. She was past the age of playing games.

      “Or your own time,” she added.

      “I suppose. I don’t want to get involved with someone just to break up later. It’s not worth the heartache.”

      She nodded. “I feel the same way.”

      “Is my dad doing okay?” he asked, lowering his voice.

      The old man slumped in his chair, his eyelids drooping. Eloise put her hand over her patient’s cool fingers. “Are you all right, Robert?” she asked quietly.

      “Getting tired,” he murmured.

      “And the pain?”

      “Two.”

      “Perfect.” Eloise looked up at Nora. “Would you mind showing us Mr. Bessler’s bedroom? He could use a rest.”

      “Oh, for sure.” Nora gave her husband’s hand a squeeze before heading toward the kitchen doorway. “Come right this way. I got your bedrooms ready this morning. I have Mr. Bessler in the front room—he can see the horses graze right out his window.”

      “Thanks for all of this, Cory,” Eloise said as she rose from the table.

      “It’s nothing.” His warm eyes met hers.

      As Eloise moved around the table, she sensed his gaze following her. She felt off-kilter somehow. Staying at an attractive man’s house was definitely outside her comfort zone.

      The men’s tones dropped as Eloise rolled Mr. Bessler from the room, and Nora chatted about the choices of bedrooms as she led the way down the hallway. СКАЧАТЬ