Winning Over The Cowboy. Shannon Taylor Vannatter

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СКАЧАТЬ Back when she’d lived here during culinary school, his parents had lived in the cabin.

      “Ms. Malone, do you have another party in mind to manage the property after your two months here?” The lawyer peered at her over his glasses.

      “No. I’m staying. If I decide I want to sell, I’ll stay until then.”

      “Very well, then.” Mr. Abbott flipped through his calendar. “It’s Wednesday, July fifteenth. We’ll reconvene on Tuesday, September fifteenth.”

      Landry had to make this work. And if Chase wanted to sell, she’d figure out a way to get a loan when the time came to buy him out. What other choice did she have? She had to keep Eden’s legacy alive. If she didn’t, she’d have to go home. Where her entire town felt sorry for her. And she’d have to add failure to her jilted title.

      * * *

      “Thanks for coming today, Mr. Abbott.” Chase stood, shook the lawyer’s hand and escorted him to the exit.

      A temporary roadblock. That was all Landry Malone could be. He needed to unload her. The sooner she sold, the sooner he could get on with his life. Figure out how to enjoy running the ranch without Eden.

      His chest ached. Oh, how he missed her.

      Landry Malone had no right to his heritage. Why hadn’t Eden willed the dude ranch within the family? They didn’t need any outsiders. How had this Malone woman charmed Eden into leaving her half of the dude ranch his grandparents had built from scratch?

      Countless times, Eden had tried to get him to come home during his traveling years. To meet her friend. Had the fix-up been Landry’s idea, trying to get her talons into him, for the dude ranch? Was she some kind of player? Con artist?

      The front door closed behind the lawyer.

      “Are your parents here?” Heels clicked across the foyer behind him.

      He checked his watch. “By now they’re gone to evening Bible study. It’s their turn on the rotation schedule.” His grandparents had set up the system years ago, always ensuring every staff member had the opportunity to attend church at least once every week.

      “I remember.” Wistfulness filled her tone. She cleared her throat. “Do you ever talk to Paxton?”

      Why was that any of her concern?

      “I mean—I know it’s none of my business.” She lifted one shoulder. “But I’m just curious why he’s not interested in Eden’s inheritance.”

      “He moved back to Lubbock, where his family is.” His sigh came up from the toes of his boots. “We try to keep in touch. But it’s stiff. It’s like talking to each other brings back Eden’s death. Mom and Dad, too. We love Paxton, but it’s hard. For all of us.” An understatement.

      And why was he telling her this, anyway?

      Because it weighed heavy on him. “It’s like the piece of the puzzle that connected our lives is missing.”

      “Have you talked to him about this decision? I mean—if you don’t mind me asking?”

      “Paxton doesn’t feel like he has any claim to the ranch. That it should return to Eden’s family. He thought by opting out, it would revert to me. Or Mom and Dad.”

      “Oh. And then my name popped up.” Her tone sounded apologetic.

      If she was a scammer, would she be concerned about Paxton? Or maybe her compassion was part of her act.

      “Well, I guess I’m it, then.” She blew out a big breath. “The first thing we need to do is get this place running smoothly. What about staff? Are the Fletchers still here?”

      It was already running smoothly. “Yes. They helped me manage the place during the legal stuff.” Until Paxton had come to a decision to forfeit his share and unintentionally saddled Chase with Landry.

      “We need to look at the books, the schedule, and figure out what needs to be done. Do you know anything about running a dude ranch?”

      “I know my way around.” The nerve of her. Maybe she was so uptight because she was roasting in that pin-striped business suit. “I grew up here.” Where were you? Out scamming? “I’ve worked here the last three years. I’ve overseen operations since Eden’s...wedding.”

      Color drained from her face, effectively brightening her strawberry blond waves. “So, you...you were here last fall?”

      He knew what she was referring to. Eden had gone to be in Landry’s wedding, but for some reason the nuptials hadn’t happened. His sister had returned early with Landry in tow and invited her to stay—for free—after the busted romance.

      “I was.” For almost two weeks, she’d stayed holed up in her room, only coming out for Eden’s wedding, then leaving immediately afterward.

      Her cheeks flushed. She knew that he knew. Her dark chocolate gaze darted away.

      “I worked here for a year and a half when Granny was still alive, while I attended culinary school.” She headed back to the office. “Then as a chef at a dude ranch in Aubrey since then. So I can handle the scheduling and cleaning and help with cooking duties if needed. Let’s check the schedule.”

      “I know the schedule.” He tailed her. Who did she think she was? Some interloper trying to take over? Not on his watch. This whole thing was surreal. “Nu nu, nu nu, nu nu, nu nu.”

      “The Twilight Zone theme?” She turned to face him. One eyebrow quirked.

      “I kind of feel like I passed through the portal.”

      She snorted. “I love that show.” She turned pink, seemingly from embarrassment, then schooled her features back into all business. “Do we have guests booked?”

      “We’re at the halfway mark of summer break. With school starting up in five weeks, we’re about to be inundated with families grabbing their last opportunity at fleeing their ordinary existence.”

      He’d spend the rest of the day going over the schedule with her, introducing her to staff, familiarizing her with the workings of the dude ranch, the kitchen, especially the cleaning closet. Then he’d hit her with memorizing their rates and accommodations. Maybe she’d run screaming from the place.

      But he doubted it. Something told him it wouldn’t be easy to get rid of Landry Malone. Yet he’d find a way. And the fact that she appreciated his favorite vintage television show wouldn’t sway him.

      * * *

      Chase had followed Landry around for the rest of the day, stiff and unfriendly. Nothing like Eden. Nothing like their parents. Nothing like Granny. Would his parents be glad to see her?

      Or would they resent her, too? She held her breath as Chase opened the kitchen door for her.

      His parents’ sported disposable bouffant food prep caps, their heads bent over the counter.

      Janice looked up from kneading dough, her apron dusted with flour. “Landry.” She wiped her hands on her apron, scurried СКАЧАТЬ