The Rancher's Prospect. Callie Endicott
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Название: The Rancher's Prospect
Автор: Callie Endicott
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: Montana Skies
isbn: 9781474058780
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“They do, and my grandpa used to say his dad once found some on the Boxing N. As a kid I searched plenty and finally gave up.”
“A treasure hunt. Exciting.”
“True. It was great fun.” The old man’s eyes gleamed with the memories.
Walt had brought her more boxes, and when he’d left again she began filling them, taking digital photos of each item. If she could have identified everything with a name, she would have merely logged them, but this was the only way she knew how to keep track. Walt probably didn’t care, but in light of the contentious relationship he had with his grandson, she wanted to keep a record of everything she did in the office.
At noon she tidied up and stepped out to the small porch, looking around for Walt. He wasn’t there, so she headed for the main house and knocked.
“Is there something you need?” Josh’s voice came from behind, startling her.
Tara turned. “Not exactly. I’m leaving and didn’t know whether the office should be locked.”
“You’re leaving? It’s only noon.”
She gave him a tight smile. “I set my own hours. And need I remind you that it isn’t any of your business?”
“I see.”
“It doesn’t matter whether you see or not. Walt knows my hours will vary depending upon my sister’s schedule and my other commitments.”
“You don’t have to work here at all,” he offered quickly.
“Yeah, I understood that the first time you mentioned it,” she returned. “Now, should the office door be locked or not?”
“I’ll lock it and have a key made for you.”
“Thank you.”
To the left of where they stood, the porch was secluded, the view of the ranch obscured by a blooming vine that released a lovely scent, teasing Tara’s senses. She could see how it might be hard to find a private outdoor space, even out in the country, and this was the kind of quiet spot where a husband and wife could steal a moment together.
Josh cocked his head. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, curiosity in his eyes.
“Oh.” She gestured at the corner of the porch. “I was just thinking how the vines must have given your grandparents a nice place to share a kiss in the middle of the day. You know, where no one else was likely to see.”
She’d made the comment specific to his grandparents, uncomfortable with the thought that any couple might find it a pleasant place for intimacies. The scent of the flowers was evocative, making her mind conjure images that didn’t belong there. After all, she wasn’t good at physical intimacy. Or any form of intimacy, for that matter.
“Nice thought, but off base, I’m afraid,” Josh responded quietly. “My grandparents led somewhat separate lives. They had little in common. Grandma came from the city, and city girls don’t adjust well to Montana ranches. I’m sure they cared for each other, but I doubt their marriage would have lasted in today’s world.”
Tara hid her shock at Josh’s blunt statement. It seemed at odds with Walt’s painful declaration about his wife earlier that morning. What had he said...that he’d have done anything for her?
Josh gave her a narrow look. “I’m only telling you because if you have a sentimental belief that Grandpa is desperately pining for his wife and needs your support, you can relax.”
“No worries,” she answered evenly. “Thanks for being original this time. Were you hoping I’d lose sympathy for Walt and want to leave?”
“That isn’t what I was doing,” he insisted, though the faint chagrin in his face told her differently. “I meant to ask before, what about all those boxes I saw my grandfather bringing to the office?” It was an obvious effort to changes the subject.
“They were for the nonoffice items. Walt is going to store them somewhere else. I couldn’t catalog the contents since I didn’t recognize most of the stuff, but I took pictures so there would be a record.”
“Isn’t that overkill?”
“It seemed best under the circumstances. Uh... Walt told me there might be sapphires on the Boxing N.”
“That’s a family myth. I ordered a survey ten years ago, and there’s nothing here.”
“Surveys can be wrong. Walt was so energized when he told me about searching for them as a kid, it occurred to me that another search might give him a new purpose.”
Josh’s eyes flared. “The last thing he needs is to get revved up about something utterly pointless.”
“I thought you’d prefer getting him interested in something other than the ranch.”
“That wouldn’t stop his interfering—it would just add a new layer of complication.”
“Well, I think you’re wrong, and I’m going to talk with Walt about it.”
She went to her rental car, refusing to look back to see if Josh was watching.
It was only in the car that she glanced at the rearview mirror. While Josh was still standing in front of the large house, it was hard to know if he was looking her way or at one of the nearby barns.
Not that it mattered. She wasn’t interested in him as a man. With that reminder, Tara started her sedan and drove steadily down the gravel road.
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